With how quickly she left the Dursleys, Harley was pleasantly delighted. Which was unquestionably a good thing because she was finding it harder and harder to tolerate her uncle and cousin with each passing year. Harley found it difficult to believe that she was related to them, even if their interactions were almost rare since she attended a boarding school. Nevertheless, Harley was intrigued to see what this stranger planned to do with her.
Prof. McGonagall was able to gather his thoughts and restrain the rant he was about to utter. He forewarned Dumbledore that something similar was highly likely to occur, but in his wonderful wisdom, he chose not to heed him. The fact that the blood protection around the house functioned in any way was really a minor miracle. The Transfiguration teacher questioned Lily's method for making them function. Only Petunia seemed to like Harley's company, so he assumed that they were not founded on the affection that the Dursleys shared for one another.
Thankfully, when he received the letter, he was able to request help from Amelia Bones in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. "Diagon Alley is the first stop on our list. Touch this and it will transport you there," Micheal informed. "This is what we refer to as a Portkey; it is a mystical tool that can quickly transport you from one place to another. For those of us who do not Apparate, the favored magical mode of transportation, it is used."
Harley decided to remember that.
"So in essence, apparition is similar to teleportation," Harley said, as she turned to face McGonagall. "Magical users travel between atomic particles and punch a hole across space and time to arrive at a destination. Or do they actually fly extremely fast and get somewhere in a way that gives the impression that they can appear and vanish whenever they want?"
Micheal gave that some thought for a while. Although it was an unusually technical description of the physics of apparition, it was accurate.
"I feel considerable concentration is also needed," Harley added after a brief pause. "Otherwise, you'll be torn apart in the space you're passing through."
"That would be right. We call that splinching," Michael said, nodding his head. "That's a dangerous business." That is why it is not suggested that people apparate until their magic has fully matured somewhere between the age of twenty-three through twenty-six. Of course, some mature faster than others, but this requires an intensive training regimen."
Michael thanked his lucky stars that the pub was not full; getting their business done would be much quicker. He needed to send a letter to someone regarding Ms. Potter's summer living arrangements, but he felt that could wait for now. The first stop was Gringotts, where he stole Ms. Potter's key from Dumbledore's desk drawer first thing in the morning. After all, there was no reason for her to keep it any longer. Fortunately, Harley's scar was not noticed, which Michael believed was good.
Harley had a lot of questions, but she only asked one. "How long does it take to complete a Hogwarts education?"
She was unsure how this would fit into her plans. She thought that because she possessed these abilities, she would study them, but she wondered what a clandestine magical school would benefit her real-world objectives.
Michael responded to this question in a clear voice. "The typical schooling lasts seven years."
"Hmm, seven years?" Harley inquired. She asked another question because she wasn't sure if she wanted to spend so much time on an education in such a remote location. Also, didn't college let you pick a major or more if you could afford it? Harley hadn't thought about all these factors. "Do you have an honors program?"
Michael was taken aback, but he knew that there had been a few precedents for an expedited Hogwarts curriculum. "We provide an alternative in which you can complete a year in four months, but I must warn you that this approach is tough. You will have to work three times as hard as a typical student. Even if you pursue that road, we do not allow you to take over two years in one school year, and exams are only given over the Christmas holidays and at the end of the school year."
"So I could finish my first year by Christmas and finish my second year by the end of the school year," Harley said, and Michael nodded in agreement.
"Yes, but it just gets rougher from then, with the fifth through seventh years being the most arduous," Michael reflected. "You take your Ordinary Wizarding Level level tests during your fifth year, which determine which advanced classes you will pursue. You take your Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test during your seventh year, which is a vital step in selecting your employment, though it is far from the only criterion."
"OWLs and NEWTs? I won't be able to take those seriously," Harley thought, but she kept her face content despite the fact that she was giggling on the inside.
Michael sighed as he considered the amount of Muggle-born pupils who had excelled in their NEWTs and were now stuck in their employment. There were several half-blood students as well, but only a few stood out. Lily Evans was one of the few because he had developed the necessary contacts through Horace Slughorn and landed a position as an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries shortly after finishing his NEWTs.
As she read the list, Harley took a moment to look at it.
"Your parents left you a sizable inheritance. That should keep you going through your Hogwarts years "Michael stated while looking at Harley before adding. "You will also receive a second vault for passing your conventional wizard level examinations, as well as a third vault for passing your Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test level exams. It is a Potter Family custom."
Harley's eyes widen. She couldn't fathom having that much money. She did gain a bit of money over the years, but she had to work various jobs for it. To think she had all that money this whole time?! That simple fact kept her from listening to Michael's explanation.
"And I shall return to your key now," McGonagall said before handing Harley her key, snapping her out of her trance. "I know you'll hang on to it."
"I will," Harley replied.
"I'd like to inquire about my vaults and what the contents are," Harley said, looking at the goblin at the desk. "Do you have any way of verifying my identity?"
If Harley was as infamous as Micheal had claimed, there were probably many people who wanted to get their hands on her money.
"We do have one method." the goblin gave her a knife. "Use this knife to cut your finger." Harley was scared but decided to do it. She tensely pricked her finger, hissing as a few drops of blood slipped out.
It fell on the paper and started to glow. Harley decided to look at her finger. While it was scratched, it was ultimately fixed.
"Well, Ms. Potter, you are seem who you claim you are, but I trust you've read the sign and accept the risks if you lie," the goblin said with beady eyes. Many humans over the centuries did not realize that by passing through those doors, they decided to enter into a legally binding contract with the goblins that would have serious repercussions. "You will be escorted to a conference room; we will be discussing sensitive issues."
Harley gulped by nodding nonetheless. Michael understood that it was not his place to pry. "I need to contact someone; I'll see you in thirty minutes, Ms. Potter. I believe that will be plenty of time."
"It will be," the goblin said, his eyes fixed on her.
As the goblins approached Harley, she put on a brave face. The goblins were well aware of their need to safeguard Harley Potter because, given her potential to be one of the most significant clients they had ever encountered, they were guarding their own money.
Harley noticed two goblins in the meeting room. One of them was a goblin that resembled the others.
He had the same leathery skin, as well as the same venomous eyes and demeanor. He nodded and cocked his head.
The second party was also a goblin, with long dark hair covering his greenish skin. He was taller than the average goblin but much shorter than the average human.
"Lord Ragnok and his son, Prince Cerise of the Goblin country," the head guard said before the pair bowed.
"It is an honor," Harley replied before extending her hand forward, to which Ragnok nodded. Harley retracted her hand. "Guess that's not how they do things here'.
"The pleasure is all mine. Potters have trusted Gringotts with their gold, and it was their investments that allowed us to assist establish this bank in part," Ragnok said, his gaze fixed on the youngest Potter. "They were correct in placing their trust in the appropriate place. I've been put in charge of the Potter Family accounts, but the death of my elder brother has put me next in line for the goblin throne."
Harley nodded, confused, but didn't show it.
"It would be an honor to work with you, Harley Potter," Cerise said, trying to maintain a professional and serious demeanor. He, like most people, was smitten with Harley Potter, although he was only sixteen or seventeen years old by human standards. Nonetheless, he maintained a professional demeanor. "I hope to be of help to you as your account manager."
"It will be an honor to be served by the son of one of the most renowned goblins," Harley said with a tiny smile, and although though she knew almost nothing about goblins, she believed it would be beneficial to learn.
"Your business holdings, Ms. Potter," Cerise said as he slid several folders in front of her. "Including details on your father's investments in both the Wizarding World and the Muggle World. In addition, the Potter family has made investments in both realms." Harley examined everything and browsed through the books she had previously read.
She observed that other companies she had invested in were doing well, and she vowed to keep doing so. "All the money has been poured into a vault, which you will access once you have completed your nastily exhausting wizard tests," Ragnok explained as he returned his gaze to Harley, carefully evaluating her reaction. "Don't be scared to inquire if you have any questions."
"What exactly is the Moon Shrine?" Harley inquired. Cerise spoke out, eager to show his worth. "It is one of the oldest dwellings in the United Kingdom, and tradition is that it sprang one day out of nowhere, with architecture that no one has ever seen, magical or mundane. It also attracts many Asian tourists."
"So, because I own it, I'll be able to enter it, right?" Harley inquired. She was lured to the shrine, but Cerise looked away, anxiously biting his lower lip.
Ragnok responded on behalf of his son. "That is not the case. The shrine is locked until you reach the age of twenty-two. Until then, all of your other properties will be accessible."
"Please, no more questions," Harley said, adding that she needed to review these documents later.
Harley was given a mirror by Cerise. "If you have any further questions, please contact me using this mirror. I'll be there if you say my name."
Harley remembered it, and they went over a few more minor things while she inwardly plotted. There was so much to see and do.
"So, I'm famous, assuming what the goblins said about me is true," Harley said McGonagall, when they met up again. "The question is, for what?"
McGonagall knew this was inevitable, but still didn't want to say this part. "You probably don't remember this. But there was a powerful evil wizard for many years. V-V-Voldemort was his name. Most people referred to him as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who, since they couldn't even bear to say his name. He murdered many people. Some of his followers were even worse; they blindly followed him, but it took little pushing to get the blood on his hands."
Harley had guessed as much. He sounded like a cult leader who had the misfortune of gaining actual power.
"According to the story, when he arrived at your house, she killed your mother and then your father, but something caused his body to be destroyed when he tried to kill you," Michael explained as he paused and closed his eyes.
Lily and James were two of his favorite classmates and later great friends, thus their deaths were painful for him. "There are many hypotheses about how you survived, some of which are pretty implausible." The most obvious was that your father used his death as a sacrifice in some type of enchantment. It protects you. The house exploded and caved in because of the killing curse's repercussions. Your mother's body was recovered, but your father's body was discovered disfigured some time later."
Harley gasped at the thought of her father being unrecognizable.
Michael recalled how difficult it had been to deal with the Potters' deaths.
"I will explain more to you about this later if you are interested, but you are famous because you survived, hence the title, the Girl-Who-Lived," Michael said as he gazed at Harley.
It had to have been terribly inappropriate to say after such a terrible event, but Harley couldn't help herself. "You-Know-Who, He-Must-Not-Be-Named, the Girl-Who-Lived, this world loves its hyphens."
"One could say that," Michael acknowledged, not quite thinking about it that way, but now that Harley had brought it up, he couldn't unthink it.
Harley breezed through the rest of her shopping. She gathered her books, a few backups, her school supplies, and all of her clothes. Decidedly, she recalled the specifics, scared of forgetting anything. She spent a lot of gold, but it was a wonderful investment. After all, she didn't want to join this new world blindly.
Based on her first observations, there was more than enough ignorance in that society to go around without her adding to it.
"There are two last stops that must be made," McGonagall said, turning to look at Harley. "The first stop should be to get a pet. While I like cats, I admit an owl is the most practical of the three pets. Toads are valuable in their own right if you look at it from a certain angle, but they have fallen out of favor, especially among older witches and wizards."
Harley gave a nod. She wondered what practical applications a toad would have. The younger generation would never want a toad. It wasn't long before the pet was bought; she was a cute snowy owl with brown eyes. Harley was unsure of a name, but she would decide it out later. There was one more thing on her to-do list.
"Your wand is waiting for you, Ms. Potter," Michael said as he waited for her to speak.
"So a wand is required for all magic," Harley said, seeking to find an explanation for wands.
"A wand makes it simpler to focus on untrained magic, but most, if not all, choose to keep their wand when they finish their magical schooling," Michael answered, wondering what Harley was driving at. Because she was awed by magic and its beauty, she asked a lot of insightful questions that most first years would not ask.
Without his wand, he knew a respectable bit of magic, but not as much as he would have wanted. He made the mistake of attempting to learn after the use of the wand had been established in his memory for seven years, so he had to untrain himself, which was a lengthy and arduous process. It seemed uncomfortable to do magic without a wand after seven years.
Harley reasoned it would be worthwhile for her to practice spells, with and without the wand. While she was confident she could master it, she wasn't sure she enjoyed having a fragile piece of wood as her only defense against a potentially powerful foe.
She entered a delicate store that had to have been there when the alley was built. It appeared to be quite old, but in a cozy way.
She entered the building, which appeared to be unoccupied. "Hello... Hello?" she said as she approached the counter.
Harley was startled when an elderly man approached on a ladder. "I was wondering when I'd see you, Miss Potter," he smiled.
He got down and walked over to a shelf. "It seems like only yesterday that your mother and father were here purchasing their first wands." He took out a package.
He opened it, pulled the wand from it, and handed it to her. She took it but just stood there staring at him, unsure what to do with it.
"Give it a wave," Ollivander suggested.
She did, however, it resulted in the collapse of some drawers. She carefully placed the wand back on the counter.
"Apparently not," Ollivander remarked.
He took it and opened another box. "Perhaps this is it."
She seized it and waved again, but it shattered a vase of flowers. Harley placed it gently on the table once more.
"Nope, no, definitely not." Ollivander said, "No matter."
He grabbed another box, but when he opened it, he said, "I wonder."
He stared at it and walked towards her. He handed it to her.
"Curious," Ollivander said, "Very curious."
"Sorry, but what's curious?" Harley asked.
He breathed and continued, "I've remembered everyone I've ever sold to Miss Potter." It just so happens, the Phoenix whose tail feather resigns in your wand, gave another feather. Just one other. It's curious that you should be destined for that one when its brother gave you that scar. " He pointed toward the lightning bolt scar on her forehead.
Harley's eyes widened as she asked, "And who owned the wand?"
"We do not speak his name," he replied, assuaging her anxieties. " Miss Potter, the wizard, is chosen by the wand. It's not always clear why, but I believe we can expect big things from you. After all, He-who-must-not-be-named accomplished much. Terrible things, but wonderful." He presented her with the wand.
Harley believed that someone of such a reputation would be capable of greatness, albeit perverted brilliance. The young witch wanted to learn everything she could about her adversary. The way everyone talked about him, he appeared to be dead, but his presence could still be felt.
Harley paid the seven galleons for her wand, saying nothing. Wands were not inexpensive, based on her calculations of monetary conversions, which was an odd price given how important they were. With the quantity of wands he sold each year, she assumed Ollivander was swimming with money.
"Come, Ms. Potter, the day is drawing to a close, and we need to address your living arrangements for the rest of the summer," Michael said to Harley, who turned to face him. "Given what happened, you might not want to go back to the Dursleys."
"Hopefully never," Harley remarked, looking at the man, who let out a sorrowful sigh.
"Circumstances demand it, but it is a legal mess that I will gladly explain to our guest," Michael explained as he escorted Harley back to the Leaky Cauldron, her purchases packed together with her new owl and wand.
Levi Ackerman waited at the Leaky Cauldron, knowing that Michael would return soon with Harley Potter. He was taken aback when he received a Flo Call. Levi was on a rare vacation and leaped at the opportunity to monitor Harley. He last saw her when she was tiny, just a year old, if truth be told. That was before Lily and James fled into hiding to escape Lord Voldemort.
He had short black hair trimmed in an undercut, steel-blue eyes with heavy circles under them, and a deceptively youthful face. He is rather short, yet he has a well-developed physique.
Levi was designated Harley's godfather because of his close relationship with James. Although, according to a legislation put on the Ministry's books, if an orphan had any living relations, they would be sent to those relatives who would have to be in the country of Britain. Knowing how vengeful Vernon might be, Levi used every connection he had in the Ministry to create an exception, but Lucius Malfoy threw his weight around. He wanted Harley to be unaware of her ancestry, so he could eventually steal either the Black or Ackerman family fortunes.
It's been a difficult few years. It all started approximately a year before Voldemort's demise, when Levi's friend Andromeda was killed by Death Eaters. They were new auditors who were out of their depth. They aspired to be a heroine, despite her inability to be one. Her son was orphaned when they were younger. Levi (who was appointed their godfather) had taken in young Tonks. They aspired to become Aurors to honor their mother.
"Levi, I apologize for the delay. Harley took a little longer to retrieve her wand." Levi turned around to see Harley standing next to Michael, giving him an anxious expression.
"It's fine, Michael," Levi replied before leaping to his feet. "Harley, my name is Levi Ackerman, and you might not recognize me. Your parents chose me to be your godfather."
"How come you didn't take me in?" Harley inquired dejectedly. She would not rage and scream as much as she wanted to, since accusing someone before knowing all the facts was something no reasonable person would do. Everything had some logic reason to it.
"Fair enough," Levi said, looking at Harley before explaining it to her. "The Ministry has a law that requires all orphans to be placed with their closest relatives. The Dursleys are, unfortunately, your family. I attempted to get custody, but I was met with red tape and the Ministry's refusing to cooperate at every point. And I'm fairly skilled at what I do."
Harley waited for additional information which Levi provided.
"I'm what you'd call a lawyer or a solicitor in the Muggle world, but the actual term is Magical Law Councilor," Levi explained before offering a quick smile to Harley. "However, the term lawyer rolls off the tongue much more clearly."
Harley let out a tiny chuckle at that.
"Your mother planned to ensure that it was in the hands of a trustworthy person. Your father disliked that type of business, so he delegated decisions concerning the Potter family seat to Lily," Levi stated while looking at Harley. "She prepared a will in which she said that you would be provided for, but it was heavily contested by many people in the Ministry because she was a Muggleborn. And they wanted to keep you at the Dursleys so you would be unaware of your heritage and rights, allowing them to exploit you and claim your riches."
"Of course they would," Harley said with a sigh. She realized that the magical world, like the human realm, was a pretty political place.
"Why didn't Dumbledore help?" Harley asked. To Harley, he appeared to be an immortal, all-knowing god.
"Dumbledore is the type that doesn't like to alter the status quo, moreover he believed you needed to travel to your relatives because your mother activated an ancient enchantment that will protect you," Levi explained, his face solemn. "From what I can tell, the old magic will protect you at all costs. And if those inside the home do anything against you, they will reflect their inner personalities more and more."
'That explains why Dudley has been looking more and more pig-like with each passing year,' Harley thought to herself, but that was beside the point.
"My godson is on vacation. He's going on vacation with his friends before the new year, but he'll be back in a few days," Levi said, looking at Harley. "It doesn't matter; we have plenty of rooms in the house. As your godfather, I'll need to teach you many things as part of my obligations, but that will have to wait till you get settled in."
"It's been a long day, and I'll see you at Hogwarts, Ms. Potter," Michael said, aware that he was being dismissed.
However, considering Fudge's apparent inability to do anything without supervision, Dumbledore could remain held up for quite some time.
"Certainly. Professor McGonagall, safe travels," Harley replied, smiling.
"You as well, Ms. Potter," Michael said as he watched Harley and Levi enter the Floo.
Harley relaxed after a full night's sleep and a bath, despite having a lot on her mind. She drafted a letter while sleeping, and she figured that because she had a new pen pal, she would write a letter to him.
Harley noticed her adorable new owl, Hedwig. She hooted as she ate the mouse she had caught on her first hunt. She started writing her letter.
Dear Herb,
I'm sure you're surprised by the owl, but don't worry, she will not bite you. Unless you provoke her, which I doubt if you're as excellent with animals as you are with plants.
So, you're probably asking, what's the deal with the owl? Something I ignored may have explained my rapid mental maturity. This is going to sound ridiculous, but I have magical abilities. Technically, I'm not supposed to tell you much about them, but since the magic laws in America may differ, I believe I can inform you of the truth. I'm sure the ministry has more important things to do than intercept other people's letters.
At the very least, I pray they do. The facts that what I've learned about them has not been positive.
This school has a class on mystical plants, and I'm sure you'd like to know more about it.
I hope you're doing well. I'm just making sure you know I haven't forgotten you.
Sincerely,
Harley Potter
"I'd recommend you read these three volumes on magical traditions and regulations," Levi said firmly, his gaze fixed on Harley. "If nothing else, you'll understand your rights so you don't get exploited of by those who want to take advantage of you."
"Of course," Harley said, looking over the three heavy books in front of her. She enjoyed some light reading before going to bed.
"I will also teach you the fundamentals of potion creation. All purebloods are taught this," Levi said. "Slughorn taught a basic lesson for Muggle children, but it was ended once he retired. Snape prefers to teach in his own style."
"Shouldn't the basics would be something that would be not only required but encouraged?," Harley raised an eyebrow as she faced him.
"I would agree, but Snape doesn't, and it's his class," Levi said sourly, but quickly dismissed those thoughts. Every year, he will barrage select first-year students with questions that are public knowledge to pureblood raised but not to Muggle raised. Given his dislike for your father, those questions will be directed at you."
"What? Why does Snape hold a grudge with my father?" Harley questioned, curious about this. The more she learned about Snape, the more she hated him, despite the fact that she barely knew him. She didn't like being held responsible for something that wasn't her fault.
Levi made the decision to speak the truth. "Snape was friends with your mother, but after a while, it devolved into a stalker-like infatuation. She chose James over him, which sparked the grudge, despite little prompting. I'm not saying your father was blameless in the situation, but Snape isn't some terrible martyr in need of a hug. We believe he cursed your mother out of malice, intending to damage any possibilities of having children with James, but as you can see, we were mistaken."
Harley's forehead creased into a deep frown as she considered this. On principle, tearing Snape into pieces and slowly torturing him suddenly sounded appealing.
"Isn't it a little immature to hold a grudge when you're literally an adult?" she questioned, failing to mask her rage.
"Wizarding education is divided into two categories: wizarding schools and wizarding colleges. Lily, James, and Snape had the misfortune of being admitted twice to the same schools. " Levi elaborated.
"So they've had these issues since they were children?" She inquired.
Levi gave a nod.
That eased her rage a bit, but Harley still didn't want to be blamed for what her parents had done.
"Snape is dangerous, and he will dive into your thoughts, which is why I will be teaching you Occlumency to keep him at a distance," Levi explained before placing the book in front of Harley. "As the last living member of an old pureblood line, you have the right to know."
The Potters were the oldest line, having essentially helped build the Ministry alongside the Blacks, Ackermans, Boneses, Guncles, and others. Other families, such as the Malfoys, moved in rapidly after immigrating from France and assimilating with the country.
"First, you merely need to construct a false barrier," Levi continued, "which will give her enemies the impression that you are planning anything for them to pull off. When attempting to stop an attacker, the worst thing you can do is clear your thoughts. You must develop deceptive thoughts that mislead your opponent. Useless nonsense that your opponent will sift through until they give up and launch an attack that will leave their brains vulnerable. A powerful mind can maintain multiple mental processes at the same time."
Harley prepared for her first of many classes after Levi explained this.
The true lesson, as Harley discovered, would come much later.
Harley's existence vanished into the ether, and she became aware of the changes she was undergoing. Something was wrong with her body, and she knew Levi would have some answers. She waited in the library for him to appear with his promising explanations about what she was going through, but she had a sneaking idea given the literature that had been read.
Levi pulled open the swinging doors to enter the library, and he approached Harley with determination. The young witch gave him a real good look. His hair was velvety black and tied in an undercut. His dark eyes were deep and serious, with a flicker of desire in them. Harley noticed the black robes he was wearing wrapping around his spulted torso. She had been observing males sexually for a while, but this really hit her hard. Harley averted her gaze, not wanting to think about someone who was meant to be looking after her.
Harley grabbed a peek of his curved ass as he turned around for a moment. When she felt an uncomfortable tightness in her pants, her eyes filled with longing. Levi sat across from her and placed a hand on her thigh.
"Harley, I told you when you arrived here a few days ago that we had a lot to talk about," Levi said, looking at his goddaughter, who felt his soft palm on her naked leg. At his touch, she twitched even more.
"I was hoping you'd know... why I seemed much more mature than other girls when I was younger," Harley said, trying to keep the blood flowing properly despite the fact that she was losing that battle a little.
Levi smiled as he noticed the moisture gently dripping down her thighs. Of course, not too overtly, for the time being.
"Other than the apparent differences, there are many differences between magic users and non-magic users," Levi said as he took in Harley. "We develop differently than our muggle counterparts."
"How so?" Harley asked, her interest piqued.
Levi smiled at Harley before brushing his hand on hers a little more. "In the Muggle world, an eleven-year-mental old's capacity can pass for a fourteen- or fifteen-year-in old's nine out of ten magical users. When a magic user reaches the age of eighteen, or sometimes sixteen, they experience their first surge of magic, during which they begin to feel specific impulses. If they have a setback, they may sustain permanent bodily or mental harm. It is the godfather, uncle, or father's obligation to work these urges out of them within three days of their birthday, and vice versa for the opposite gender."
Before focusing on Harley, the older man paused. The fact was that he had not even considered having a sexual contact with another woman since his wife, Petra, died nearly twelve years earlier. This was one of the reasons Michael wrote to him, so he could take Harley in for the summer and help her with her preparations.
Most of the time, the parents did it, unless they were either not living or refused to even entertain the concept; Narcissa was one of those unwilling. She had Draco's godmother do it in exchange for a large amount of gold being stuffed into Violet Parkinson's vault.
"These are sexual cravings, but they are entirely natural," Levi said as he fixed his gaze on Harley. "It is also not prohibited to sleep with blood relatives. It is necessary because a father, godfather, uncle, or even an elder brother may be required to assist a fledgling young witch in working through their first 'migraine of maturity'."
Harley was overcome with lust for Levi as she pictured him ripping off her clothes and having his way with her.
She was excited at the prospect of yelling his name when he plowed into her.
"Both genders have had collectives of numerous wizards and witches, which is needed and encouraged, as there are 75% of witches in our world and 25% of wizards," Levi said as he placed his hand a little closer to Harley's thigh. "It could be somewhat different... but those figures are crucial. The second stage of maturation occurs at the age of twenty-three, when you are equivalent to a twenty-six or twenty-seven year old in the Muggle world. That's when you can connect with others. I'll elaborate when we're finished. Then, when you reach the age of twenty-six, the aging process is reduced by half, a third, or a fourth, depending on your power."
When Levi went up to her and placed his hands up to her face, Harley nodded, knowing.
"But enough of that. More activity, in my opinion, is required, "Levi said in husky tones, running his fingers up and down her legs. He had the impression that because she was in the now, her power was beckoning out to him. If she could project like that, she was a formidable witch. "If I can help you with what you do..."
Smut Start
He was interrupted as Harley dragged Levi to his feet; she was surprisingly powerful and put her arms around him. In a scorching and intense kiss, her lips met his. His lips touched hers, and his hands brushed against her body. Harley had her hands all over his legs, shoulders, buttocks, you name it, Harley had her hands all over it.
Levi was pushed against the wall as Harley's lips kissed him on the lips, her tongue working on the inside of his mouth. Her thoughts were drawn to his mouth, and she ran her fingertips over his soft skin. It made her skin prickle with excitement.
Before the two of them crossed the corridor and entered Levi's room, Harley pulled away.
"I'm ready for a more hands-on lesson," Harley replied timidly, and Levi rushed on her, putting his arms and legs around her and kissing her passionately. When he shoved her back on the bed, he worked her top over her head and threw her hair into a tangle.
Levi took some time to enjoy her body. He moved his hands down her body, caressing her stomach with his fingers before yanking her skirt off.
"Wait, sorry, but I think you have much too many clothing on for this to work," Harley said with a sly grin, and Levi backed up.
He yanked his shirt off his body. He kept exposing more and more beautiful body. Harley looked at him longingly, breathing in and out to avoid a heart attack. His mature physique stood in front of her. He was quite muscular, with a lovely set of abs, and he wore shorts with a bulge jutting out. They wrapped around his gorgeous arse. He kicked off his boots.
"I guess I'd better take care of this, mistress," Levi said softly.
Harley had no idea where the name "mistress" came from, but it made her clit twitch.
Levi yanked her bra off and panties down, revealing her bare breasts and cunt.
He watched them fly out and caught one in his fingers, gently caressing it. He noticed she was around a C-cup, though her breasts would be much larger when she achieved physical maturity.
He stroked her, licking and sucking each nipple, before taking them between his teeth. Harley moaned and bucked her hips.
Levi let go of one breast and grabbed her other nipple with his finger. He pinched it with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing slightly.
It wasn't so much the size as it was what someone did with it, though Levi made certain that both of them would achieve great things with their sizes.
"Are you enjoying what I'm doing, mistress?" Levi inquired as he rubbed her pussy up and down.
"Yes, I really like it," Harley said as he began to finger her pussy with his finger.
He grinned as he touched her and gently kneeled in front of her. "Wait a minute, because if you liked that, you'll love this."
Levi dived between Harley's legs and started to suck her clit, rubbing his tongue against it. Harley twitched with delight at this. She never imagined she could feel better than this.
"Damn it, keep doing that," Harley said after sucking her around her clit, and she immediately reached forward and grabbed his hair. This resulted in a tiny moan from his mouth.
"You taste good," he said, licking the juices leaking from her pussy.
"That's all thanks to you," she said as her knees were pushed further apart.
He licked her pussy again, making sure every inch of her was coated with saliva. Levi then used the tip of his tongue to lick her hole.
Levi sucked his tongue in and out of her pussy, feeling every throb and twitch, and it became wetter in his fingers. He demanded that she spew her first load into his throat.
"Damn," Harley exclaimed.
His lips encircled her as he bobbed in and out of her, rocking back and forth on her pussy.
When Harley gripped his hair in her hands and pushed it down, his lips brushed against the base of her pussy as he swallowed the full piece of meat down his throat. Her sexual awakening grew stronger.
Levi maintained a consistent tempo. He wanted Harley's first experience with oral sex to be unforgettable. He couldn't wait to see what else she had in store for him.
He started multitasking and fingered her pussy for several minutes while looking up at her.
When Levi worked her over, she gritted her teeth and squirted a hot shot of sperm down his throat. She squirted repeatedly into his lips.
"Harley...pleasure me, please," Levi said as he sank back onto the bed and Harley ripped his shorts off his legs.
Harley saw a large cock that beckoned for her pussy. She could hardly contain herself. She must be at the zenith of femininity right now, but she knew she had to try his first.
Levi exhaled heavily as her hands were on his thighs, and then her right hand teasingly slid up. He felt a rush of pleasure run through his body, and his heart beat faster. Her mouth found him and licked his glans, causing him to throw back his head and moan. She stimulated him in ways he never imagined possible, but the fun began when she started sucking him.
Harley savored the sweet flavor of Levi's precum and heard gasps of delight. She continued to work her tongue over him, paying close attention to whatever areas made his moan the loudest. These flavors made her cunt wet once more; in fact, she got moist just seconds after Levi finished giving her cunnilingus.
Harley worked him over, thrusting her tongue in and out of him, her juicy organ scraping against him, and Levi's cock tensed.
Levi sighed, "Oh so wet."
Harley dove in and out of him, sucking lower and lower, not pausing for even a split second. The wizard with the dark hair grabbed Harley's hair and pulled her closer. She quickly devoured his manhood, using her tongue to taste him at a lovely, moderate pace. She quickened her movement and vigorously worked up and down.
Levi's body gave a trembling orgasm, he drenched her face. The man shuddered repeatedly, feeling as though he were being rocked from head to toe.
Levi beckoned Harley onto his lap and teased her opening once more, saying, "Time for more."
Knowing what was coming next, she grinned. Harley' s legs were tightly wrapped around his hips. Before she got up, he held her ass in his hands.
Harley felt herself being stretched as she impaled down on his heavy rod.
"Oh Morgana," Levi breathed heavily.
It had been too long, and although his hand could no longer cut it, it did not test his limits as severely as this flow of womanhood did.
Harley stood up and sank down on him, riding him, grunting, "Yes, so good." He built up a little pace riding her as the tight walls gently caressed his cock. "You're so nice and hard."
"This cock belongs to you, mistress," Levi stated in a lustful moan; her words sent an electric current to his groin.
The pair were moving together, and as Harley came down from her high, she looked down at Levi's face, watching his eyes flutter closed and a deep moan escape from his mouth. Harley's juices coated his balls as she rode him.
Harley bounced her pussy onto him. A few times she felt him twitch and grunt, signaling he was almost there. She moved her hips faster and deeper, letting her orgasm hit her harder. Her body shook and her chest heaved. Her hands grasped his shoulders and squeezed as if she could somehow make him last forever.
Levi lifted his hips and pumped himself inside of her.
Harley sighed as she cupped her hands around him and said, "Oh, yes, so good. Very good. My favorite teacher is you."
When he experienced another earth-shattering orgasm, Levi panted as his cock slid in and out of her. He wasn't sure how much he could take when Harley picked up speed, figuratively turning him into a puddle of jelly. Levi didn't realize Harley had such endurance.
When Harley considered how much she was fucking this man, she grinned. She was aware of Levi Ackerman's strength, intelligence, and power. Harley had already given up her virginity to another person, but if she knew what lay ahead, she would have preferred Levi to do so.
Levi whined about the loss after Harley got off of him, but she quickly got to her knees. When Levi's extremely hard cock aligned with her ass and slammed into her, she quivered with excitement. He thrust into her, backed out of her, and hammered her quickly with a force she had never felt as she clung to the sheets and blankets. The tension was only increased by his hands as they moved over her body and gripped her breasts.
After spending the summer with his friends, Nymphadon Tonks had just returned home. He was shocked when he heard screams coming from his father's bedroom. Then he screeched to a halt and saw the erotic scene in front of him.
His father was kneeling on the bed, fucking someone while groaning for more. Tonks halted and regarded the young woman. It took Tonks a few minutes to restore his bearings as he began taking it all in, but even through her jerking back and forth, he could render out green eyes, black messy hair, and the lightning bolt scar through the crack between the doors.
Tonks was thinking, "Oh sweet Morgana, my father is ramming Harley Fucking Potter," when all of a sudden he felt a tightness forming in his own body, between his legs. He removed his robes and appeared only in a tight white shirt that encircled his broad shoulders and a pair of tight pants and sandals.
As he watched the action, he noticed that he was growing hot and sweaty. Harley screamed aloud while being fucked in a drilled doggy style.
At this point, Tonks remembered that Harley would have turned eighteen. It was clear that he had fulfilled his godfatherly duties to her and that his father was trying to contact her. Nym would have offered to help if his father had politely asked, but the opportunity had long since passed; he would now have to wait.
Tonks moaned lightly as he witnessed his father fuck Harley like there was no tomorrow.
They both were sweating profusely. His father kept moaning and growling, his breath coming in haggard gasps as his movements slowed down.
"Don't stop yet," Harley gasped.
"But darling, I want you to feel the pleasure, especially on your sweet cunt," his father replied, still pumping away.
Tonks pulled down his pants and put his hand around his throbbing hard dick before pulling a chair over from the library. He inappropriately touched himself, pumping into it as he observed the erotic scene in front of him.
Tonks thought, "Oh damn, I wish I was fucking that pussy." His twenty-fifth birthday had just passed, so he felt his own changes and some much-needed relief in addition to his intense horniness. On his recent vacation, he "played" with his cousins Tamaki and Eren, but nothing compared to pounding into an actual pussy.
Tonks closed his eyes as he imagined what a real woman could do to him because most of the girls in his year were arrogant jerks, leaving him with very few options.
Tonks looked up, a smile spreading across his face, as Levi let out a shrill orgasm in the adjacent room. Harley appeared to have knocked his father out cold.
Harley noticed that Levi had fallen asleep as a result of the passionate intimacy. On the bed, he had fallen over. Thankfully, his breathing and heartbeat could still be heard. Harley struggled with the need to finish even though she didn't want to overwork Levi.
A person entered the room abruptly. His hair was a bright pink color. A set of lustful, burning violet eyes turned to face her. The young man in question was tall, with a lean body, a hot ass, long, luscious legs, and matching lips. He charged Harley, pouncing on her and giving her a passionate kiss. He rubbed his bare cock against her throbbing pussy as her legs encircled him.
Tonks detected his father's flavor on Harley's tongue; he could recognize it anywhere. He pulled back after massaging Harley's body with his hands.
Harley said, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her, "Oh you must be Nymphadon."
He turned to Harley and stroked her wet cunt, saying, "Call me Tonks and I'll address you as Mistress. That word was used again, but Harley was unable to respond as Tonks inserted himself into Harley's pussy, her center encircling him.
Tonks said, "Nice to meet you... ah Harley," as he easily slid into her. No matter what, he could use his powers to erect himself to an extreme degree, and he enjoyed doing it.
Harley exhaled, "Shit, you're so big."
He continued to thrust into her, increasing his speed and frequency. He was beginning to feel the effects of her orgasm as well as his own. After some time, Harley began to climax. His penis glistened. Her juices dripped down his shaft.
Tonks felt his eyes well up, his prime piece of meat burying inside her. When he felt it all, he panted heavily. He slammed into her, and she rocked back, determined to have him cum.
Harley drove her hands over him while she rode him, hearing his moaning audibly, but she was still very active on him when she thrust down onto him. When he rocked her up and down, his balls smacked against her tight ass, making sure his cock went in nice and deep.
Tonks panted as he ground against her, "Oh, fuck, ah, yeah, fuck."
She clenched him hard. With every movement, her breasts bounced violently. She bit her lip as she continued to ride him.
Levi awoke to the sounds of his godson and Harley fucking each other.
"Nymphadon, it's great to see you back home," Levi said as he turned around and spread his legs.
"Hello, Dad, oh yes Harley!" Tonks screamed as if he wasn't having sex with anyone. He rocked in and out of her embrace. "I need it, Cum."
"Are you sure you're ready for it?" Harley asked, slightly concerned.
He bit down on her breast in return.
"Yes, mistress, cum for your slave," Tonks panted heavily as he proceeded to fuck this formidable witch's tight pussy.
It hit every part of him and filled him with ecstasy.
He had another orgasm in which he saw stars, and Harley soon erupted. Tonks screamed as his cock surged into her, spilling his sticky cum into her insides. They both cried loudly.
Fortunately, witches had access to birth control in the form of a conception potion.
"What a rush," Tonks said as he slid out and placed his head on his father's legs, although he kept an eye on Harley, who appeared to be unfazed. "Oh, you haven't finished yet."
Levi sat back and placed his godson's mouth on his hard dick. Tonks dived between his legs and started tasting his godfather.
Harley knew exactly what she had to do, so she grasped his hips and pushed herself down on him once again.
"Please make it harder because I'm still tight. I'm positive you can." Tonks used his powers to tear through Harley's huge pussy, but Harley's thick pussy constricted onto him.
Tonks panted as she smashed onto him, and he tasted his father's cock, savoring his cum. Harley moved at a steady pace as she probed his cock with her thick box.
"That's a nice location, sweetheart, really plow him, give him no mercy," Levi advised, and Harley obliged. Levi was hot and bothered after witnessing his goddaughter have her way with his godson, and he couldn't wait to see what else she had to offer with her quick movements.
Harley cranked things up a notch, and time flew by as she continued to pound this beautiful cock within her.
When his godson worked him over with his warm mouth and drove his hips forward, he let out a howling orgasm.
For a little more, the three lovers moved in unison. The minutes ticked by, and Harley's bounces pushed his dick deeper inside her.
"I think my godson is approaching his limit," Levi said as he gazed at Harley, before licking his own sperm off his fingers and sighing.
This was the end of Harley. She'd been going at it for about two and a half hours with these two, and she could tell they'd reached their limit. She willed herself to climax, pouring a torrent of her secretions onto Tonks' cock, while he splattered her insides with his sperm once more.
Tonks saw stars as he collapsed in between his father's legs after his final orgasm.
Harley lounged and was sustained for the time being. She had his godson on one side and Levi Ackerman on the other. She never considered having a threesome, but overall, she had fun.
Levi ran his hands through Harley's hair and said, "Nymphadon, I'm sure you know that Harley's needs may need to be taken care of when she's at Hogwarts. See to it is handled. Would you?"
Tonks snuggled into Harley's chest, her arm around her, and said in a submissive tone, "Yes, Dad."
Nearly a month later, just a few days before she was scheduled to begin her first year at Hogwarts, Harley sat across from Levi. She spent the past month studying a number of her first year spells and potions as well as a sizable portion of her second year course material. For Potions, Defense, Charms, and Transfiguration, she had high standards.
She also studied occlumency as she gradually strengthened her defenses. Levi carefully worked with her to improve her methods, which initially weren't all that subtle. Making sure that a person is not aware that they are being mentally blocked out is essential to effective mind blocking. Harley carefully maintained his position on the edge of everything as she walked the narrow line. Levi looked at Harley with a smile of appreciation.
"You're at second level, moving on to third, which is sufficient," Levi stated before attempting to explain this to Harley. The majority of Occlumens are second level, but with some practice, you should be able to master the third. You excel at the fourth level. You should be able to block out all mental intrusions, but only three people in living memory have done so."
"Who exactly were they?" Harley inquired, her curiosity getting the best of her.
Levi, predictably, indulged her with that response. "Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort".
Harley had a feeling about the last two, but she was curious about this Snape. Tonks mentioned that he had to work extra hard to get into Snape's NEWT level Potions class because he was that harsh. He had high expectations of his students and used his position to dominate them. He expected a lot from his students, which she didn't mind; it was the fact that he used his position as a tool to intimidate his students that she would have a lot of issues with when she encountered Snape.
"Continue your meditation practice after meals and before bed," Levi advised Harley, who nodded.
Harley spent the summer reading the books Levi had checked out from the library. He pointed out that it was not the world's largest library, but Harley valued any information she could obtain and had read every single word in it. That made her happy because she was able to gain as much knowledge as she could.
Nym, as Harley referred to him during their most intimate moments because Harley thought calling him Tonks was too impersonal, told her horror stories about OWL year. He seemed surprised that Harley was eager to go through that hell in such a short period. She had the summer before her third year to focus and study.
Unfortunately, Harley concluded that the protections her father invoked were effective, but Levi calculated she would only have to return to the Dursleys until her birthday. There was some good news. Petunia had finally divorced Vernon, so she could stay with her if she wanted, and it would only be until her twenty-first birthday, so only three years.
The summer was a lot of fun, and Harley discovered that she really enjoyed sex, though she would not tell anyone. She had a few impulses, but Nym and Levi helped her work them out.
And a few stray dreams here and there, one of which was a snake-faced man engulfed in flames. According to the most reliable reports she could find, this is what Voldemort looked like. The only thing known about him was that he led a group known as the Death Eaters and that he butchered many people during her nearly fifteen-year reign of terror. Despite clues of him much earlier, there was no biographical information regarding what his genuine name might be, since Harley doubted she was born with that name.
Nothing came up; no birthdays, no family, not even a dental record. Harley pondered if it was on purpose.
"That's all for today," Levi said, and Harley nodded in agreement. She needed to prepare for Hogwarts.
At least there was one thing to be cheerful about. Harley prayed for the best and crossed her fingers.
"Are you prepared for your first year at Hogwarts?"
When Harley turned around, he noticed Nym standing in the doorway, a smile on his face as he studied Harley.
"Yeah, Nym, I'm ready for that," Harley said, looking back at the incoming seventh-year Hufflepuff. "The question is if Hogwarts is prepared for me."
"I don't think anyone could be ready for you," Tonks said, his gaze fixed on his finest female lover. It was amazing how many witches his age were insufficient. Even if most of his information was secondhand, if someone did not perform well, other witches were more than ready to spread the message. Whether or whether this benefited them differed from person to person. As a result, witches could be quite vindictive.
To this extent, the Hogwarts rumor mill hummed loudly.
Harley smiled as she wrapped her arms around his body.
Nym pulled her closer and kissed her tenderly. As he broke apart from the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, smiling down at her lovingly.
"Don't worry, babe," Nym whispered softly against Harley's ear. "You'll do wonderfully."
"I know you're ready for me." Tonks trembled slightly when Harley whispered deeply in his ear, and he felt a touch of stiffness emerge between his legs.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
"I was born ready for you," he said, his voice dripping with pure sensuality, as Harley pulled him against the wall and kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back, her legs wrapping around his body. She rapidly drew away, pressing her lips on his lips and pressing her hips into him.
Harley opened the Metamorphmagus' legs, showing his dripping hard sex, and scraped her fingers across his tip, increasing his desire.
"You were thinking about me?" When she teased his slit, Harley questioned him with a smile on her face.
Nymphadon Tonks shivered; he believed he'd die if he didn't get this pussy in his system soon. This summer, they had sex multiple times, and each session was amazing!
"Yes, I have been, please Harley," Tonks said as Harley pulled her skirt down and stroked her pulsing moist cunt's head with his cock.
"Please tell me what?" Tonks shuddered, and Harley found his hands fastened against the wall with a sticking charm.
"Fuck me," Tonks pleaded, and Harley obliged by inserting his throbbing rod into her slick hole just as she began pumping up and down.
"Yes, I have been, please Harley," Tonks said as Harley pulled her skirt down and stroked her pulsing moist cunt's head with his cock.
"Please what?" Tonks shuddered, and Harley found his hands fastened against the wall with a sticking charm.
"Fuck me," Tonks pleaded, and Harley obliged by inserting his throbbing rod into her slick hole just as she began pumping up and down.
Harley wrapped a lovely pair of legs around him as his crotch hardened inside her nice and hot pussy. She gained leverage by wrapping her hands around his ass. When she sped up the tempo, pounding and pressing into the guy who was against the wall, he was moaning deeply and lustfully.
Tonks became engrossed in the feelings of this thick piece of desire encircling his dick. He swung his hips forward to meet her thrusts. This pussy in him, driving and pushing onto his hard area, got him to his feet.
"Oh Harley, oh Harley," Tonks exclaimed.
She continued her assault on his shaft while her hips moved faster. She screamed in pleasure as she climaxed several minutes later. He moaned as he released his seed inside her vagina.
"Wow, you've really become better at this," Harley praised with a smirk.
Harley removed the tank top she was wearing before removing her bra. Harley placed her hands on one of her lovely breasts and squeezed it.
Tonks arched forward, biting down on her breast.
Tonks felt himself expand inside her, and when she continued to thrust against him, he squeezed her pussy with his dick deliberately. He would not be denied his prize and wanted his sperm splattering on her insides, and he was going to get it. He arched his back again to match her movements.
Harley hopped off of him, undid the spell, and pressed herself against the wall, her ass curving out.
"Please, oh yes, Harley," Tonks said as he teased her opening from behind before slipping into her and fucking her from behind while she was pressed against the wall. Harley's breasts smashed against the wall.
Nymphadon Tonks expected them to be sore in the morning, but they had created potions for that intent.
"Oh, I think you're going to make me cum," Harley panted as she was constantly pushed against by drive and passion.
"Yes, please, cum for me," Tonks said, squeezing his dick around her before rocking his body with orgasm after orgasm. He closed his eyes, but he was adamant about not being denied his reward. Even if it meant turning him into a drooling mess, it was worth it.
Tonks speared her from behind, giving several more powerful thrusts as the warm delight enveloped Harley's womb.
"Oh, I think you're going to make me cum," Harley panted as she was constantly pushed against by drive and passion.
"Yes, please, cum for me," Tonks said, squeezing his dick inside her before rocking his body with orgasm after orgasm. He closed his eyes, but he was adamant about not being denied his reward. Even if it meant turning him into a frothing mess, it was worth it.
Tonks speared him from behind, giving several more powerful thrusts as the warm delight encased her womb.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
"Just give me a moment to catch my breath," Tonks said before Harley kissed him and he slid straight to the floor.
Harley knew he'd track her down when she was ready. She intended to work on that blasting spell once more. She reasoned that if she concentrated, she could gather a lot more power.
Magic, she discovered, could only be monitored when a person was in a Muggle area. Pureblood parents were expected to discipline their children and impose magic limitations. Harley thought it was ridiculous for the ministry to expect parents to refuse to give their children licenses to practice all summer. Levi explained to her that performing powerful magic came with a lot of bragging rights, and all the pureblood families thought themselves to be superior to one another.
Any pureblood family with a sketchy streak and any reason to do so would do anything to give their children an advantage. It was judgments like this that made Harley dislike the Ministry at the moment. But, based on what she could get out of from Levi, they were cowards that blindly followed the most powerful person without question.
She believed Hogwarts would be an enjoyable experience for her, something to keep her occupied while she sorted out what her larger role in life was. She was going to learn magic on her own terms, so she concentrated her spell on the target while she thought about what she was going to do.
She shot the target to smithereens and smiled, surprised but pleased. That was good, but she could do much better. It was time for her to do it again, so she pulled out another victim and attempted a slicing spell.
Technically, this could be used cut through ropes, but Harley felt that anyone with malicious intent may use it to their detriment. For example, someone could fire it at a rope bearing a heavy object towards an unprepared opponent, crushing them.
Harley shook her head and continued to practice.
Even though Levi wanted to get it down to a science, getting to King's Cross Station on time was always a challenge. Every year, it becomes worse and busier. It amazed that the normal Muggles were unaware of the entire situation. The entire journey to Hogwarts at a Muggle station was doomsday. He remained calm and composed.
"Of course, it's crammed with Muggles!"
When Harley turned to face Levi, she frowned. "And having Muggles here is horrible because..."
He recognized the speaker and was unsurprised. "I'm not surprised it's Molly Weasley. Her intuition has been shaky at best."
Harley noticed the oncoming brood walking up to him.
"That's a lot of kids," Harley grumbled to herself as she gazed at the brood of red-headed kids.
"The two oldest are out of Hogwarts; they got jobs overseas," Levi said, pausing before expressing his own perspective on why Bill and Charlie Weasley took careers to go as far away from their mother as possible.
Harley could hear her godfather's displeasure in his voice.
"What exactly did she do?" Harley inquired as she regarded Levi.
"Harley, come on, she hasn't been cruel to you. Don't be rude," the angel on Harley's shoulder said as she judged Molly's size.
"Keep your guard up around them," Levi said as he examined Harley, who nodded. "Molly believes she has the authority to parent everyone and tell them what to do. She was always pushy and obnoxious at Hogwarts, but parenthood has gotten to her."
When Levi's fifth year arrived, he was a prefect, and Levi could tell that little Percival took after his mother, and not in a good way. He heaved his chest out like a proud popjay, pleased with his perfect badge.
"He seems a little too haughty to be a prefect," Harley responded, her eyes narrowing as she examined Percy.
"Given that the prefects undertake the mundane labor that the Head Girl and Boy, as well as the academics, don't want to do. I agree," Levi said quietly. "Nymphadon has already boarded the train. I think you better join him."
Ginny Weasley stood in the shadows, arms folded and a scowl on her face. Her mother told her she was too young to attend Hogwarts. It was technically correct, but it was the tone with which she uttered it that made her feel Ginny was three rather than seventeen.
She was at least as intelligent as the twins, and she was unquestionably smarter than Ron.
Molly was looking for Harley Potter. Without a mother to guide her, the poor girl must be lost and alone. She believed that any child who was orphaned was flawed and required a lot of food.
"What exactly is the platform?" Molly inquired.
Ginny rolled his eyes; her mother couldn't be so dim. "Nine and three-quarters, Mom...may I leave now?"
"I told you, Ginny, you're still too young."
Ginny wished she could hit her head against something.
Regardless, she stood there and watched her brothers go. Her turn would come the following year. Meanwhile, she was going to be alone with her mother for majority of the year.
"Only twelve months, Ginny, suck it up," she told herself, her body shivering. It would take her mother a year to brainwash him into becoming the ideal housewife, which is as monotonous as watching paint dry and grass grow all at the same time.
Harley could secure a seat on the train. Nym, if she remembered correctly, would stop by soon after he checked in with his friends. He had a cousin who was in his seventh year at Hogwarts and another relative who was in his fourth year at Durmstrang.
"Please excuse me."
Harley's head turned when she noticed the tall, red-headed boy with freckles and a smeared nose. Harley remembered one of the Weasleys; she was supposed to be on alert, but he appeared to be harmless.
"Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full," he inquired.
"Of sure," she said, nodding. "Please have a seat," she said.
In a humble sort of manner, he was rather cute. He appeared to be the Weasleys' youngest son, at least among the boys.
"So, hello, my name is Ron Weasley," the redhead said, and Harley returned his gaze.
"Harley Potter," Harley said shyly, and this elicited an unexpected reaction. Ron was on the verge of collapsing.
"Are you certain?" Ron inquired as he spun around and stared at Harley.
"Yes, I am," Harley replied, as if this was what fame was like. Harley was having a good time thus far.
"Do you have.."
Ron drew his bangs back and pointed to his brow, and Harley knew what he was asking, but couldn't stop herself; it was too tempting.
"Yes, I do have a forehead. Most people are born with one, but thanks for asking." She answered teasingly.
"No, I mean...do you have the... the scar?" he asked
"Oh." she said in mock realization and lifted her bangs to reveal her scar.
"Wicked." Ron marveled.
An elderly woman with a cart of treats approached their car. "Anything off the trolly, dears?"
"No, thanks." Ron said, "I'm all set."
He took a bag of what appeared to be handmade snacks.
"That doesn't look tasty at all," Harley observed.
"We'll take the lot," she remarked to the woman. She pulled some galleons from her pocket.
Ron exclaimed, "Woah," not being used to that much money.
A tall, broad man ended the compartment after Harley and Ron had eaten a ton of treats and gotten to know one another.
He watched Harley with wide eyes and said, "Have any of you seen a toad?"
Harley said, feeling sorry for this guy, "No, I haven't." She expected this school to be cordial, but it was obvious he would not have a good time having a pet that wasn't in style. " Are you certain that he rode the train with you?"
He looked at Harley and the boy said, "Yes, but he keeps hopping away."
"You might find her if you keep looking," Harley replied.
The man left, but another party arrived. She wore a black shirt and skirt and had dark hair that was slightly bushy and brown eyes. She looked at Harley as if she had been surprised by her, but had quickly recovered.
"Has anyone seen a toad?" While looking at Harley, the girl said. "One was lost by a boy named Neville."
"No, I haven't," Harley said, while Ron shook his head.
"My name is Hermione Granger," the girl said, intrigued by this dark-haired girl. He was the type of person who could stand out in a crowd.
"Ron Weasley," Ron said proudly as he stood up.
"Harley Potter," Harley replied, and Hermione smiled at them.
"Are you certain? I've heard good things about you..."
"I've read about myself as well, but not one word of it is true," Harley said, frowning at Hermione. The brown-haired witch appeared surprised and perplexed.
"But..."
"I know you read these books about me, and I can tell you're the type that puts a lot of faith in literature," Harley said, staring Hermione dead in the eyes with an uncommonly chilly expression. "Books are only a minor part of what we should know, less than 10% of what we should know. The rest is learned through experience. One that cannot be written in any book since it is too opaque and hard to convey."
Hermione scowled, but when she thought about it, it made sense. Her mind was racing, and she needed to calm down. She was relieved that someone had challenged her with a rational answer rather than labelling her a nerd, a geek, a bookworm, or anything else, but she knew Harley was going to be a nuisance to deal with. Harley both irritated yet fascinated her.
"Yeah... well, glad to meet you," she says. Hermione reacted with an expression Harley couldn't quite place on her face. "I'll help Neville. I hope to see you at Hogwarts."
"Do you believe it?" Harley shook her head when Ron questioned her. "I'm not sure where I'll be staying, but I pray it's not with her."
Harley gave a nod. She had the impression the girl had never been corrected before, which irritated her. She'd gotten her fill of them in her boarding school.
Because of who she was, she knew everyone expected her to going to Gryffindor. She despised being forced to do things she didn't want to do. What was so great about Gryffindor anyway?! What was wrong with the other houses? Harley was so confused.
She was going to succeed, no matter who her parents were.
Yet an answering person approached the compartment. He had pale blonde hair and silvery-blue eyes. He was pretty attractive.
"They say on the train that Harley Potter is coming to Hogwarts," the blonde said, and Harley observed two men waiting behind him.
"Yep," Harley said simply when she saw the goons.
Their sole purpose seemed to be to stand towering and frightening yet Harley didn't appear to be fazed by them.
"Isn't it you?" the blond asked as she stared her down. "Your name is Harley Potter."
"Mhm..." Harley answered, keeping her guard up. This guy appeared to be the type she wanted to keep an eye on.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle," the blonde remarked in passing before turning to face Harley. "And his name is Draco Malfoy."
"Nice to meet you," Harley began, but Ron's snickers overshadowed her words.
"Do you think my name is funny?" Draco inquired, turning his gaze to Ron. "There's no need to introduce yourself. The Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and far too many children."
Ron's ears turned bright red. "Take that back, Malfoy."
"Why don't you make me, Weasel?"
Harley turned to face the two and exclaimed, "BOYS!"
All four of the boys are staring at her. "Can't we all sit together civilly, like adults?"
Draco and Ron took a step apart, but there was still an aura of tension between them.
A tall blonde boy with vivid blue eyes entered the corridor, wearing a blue jacket and black dress pants with socks and black shoes. He grimaced and wore a badge that said "Head Boy." Tamaki Suoh-Malfoy was his name. He was Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy's older son.
Narcissa believed she was infertile, therefore she adopted from another country, and she chose Tamaki. Expect the surprise when she became pregnant with Draco.
Lucius, dissatisfied because he was not a blood son, had little to no influence on Tamaki's development. He just told him to do everything in his power to protect the Malfoy's name and honor. And, to be honest, he did, considering that he became a prefect, Head Boy, and was the best in his year, especially in Potions.
Draco was forced into his attitude; he was pushed so hard and for so long that he was so exhausted that he had no choice but to become this person who despises muggle bloods.
Tamaki eyed Harley suspiciously.
"What's happening here?" he demanded.
"We're sitting with a girl, aren't we?" Ron said.
Tamaki ignored his remark. "Is that a Potter?"
"Yep" she smiled at the tall blonde.
Tamaki's eyes and he sensed his brother was going to do something stupid in order to annoy Harley Potter. He recognized those green eyes and resolved to make things as smooth as possible.
Draco scoffed but didn't want to fight with his superior-in-magic brother, so he grabbed Crabbe and Goyle and reluctantly left but not without saying "Bye, Potter, bye, Weasley. See you soon".
When they were gone, Tamaki spoke to Harley. "It's been an honor to meet you."
Harley nodded in affirmant.
"I really apologize. My brother has a tendency to be a moron," Tamaki replied. "I hope you don't take it personally."
"Don't worry," Harley assured him. "I'm a firm believer that people will change their opinions if they realize a person hasn't always been treated fairly."
Tamaki was surprised by her comment and saw something that resembled kindness flash through her eyes.
"I wish I had your kindness, Harley," Ron said, making Harley chuckle.
Tamaki shifted towards her as Harley grinned at him. She became flustered as she noticed the white shirt draped over his slim chest. Tamaki returned this expression, which was surprising. He was used to being fawned over, but this was different.
He felt embarrassed, and he hated feeling embarrassed, especially around girls. She hadn't realized how much she'd affected him, for she was still smiling.
His gaze dropped to her smile from her pink lips, and then he glanced away. His cheeks were hot, and he hoped she didn't see that.
"However, I'd like to make it up to you," Tamaki said, eying Harley's crotch almost ravenously. If Don was correct, he was in for a good time, and he needed to enjoy it while he could. Harley clearly understood the message.
"Ron, go. I need to talk to Harley about something serious."
"Alright?" Ron was perplexed, but agreed to Tamaki's request.
Tamaki shut the door behind him to prevent any further disruptions. Tamaki looked at Harley. "I guess it's time to show you why I'm the Head Boy," Tamaki said, and with those words, he removed Harley's skirt, and she elevated her hips to provide him easier access.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Tamaki exposed his thick appendage by removing his boxers, giving her a seductive look as she gently massaged him while carefully messaging him. The gorgeous blonde arched his hips while rubbing his cock.
Harley caressed him a little more, wrapping her hand around him before massaging him even more carefully as Tamaki gasped when he felt her gentle hold on him.
"How about that Harley?" Tamaki enquired, his voice raspy and full of desire. "How would you like to have your first taste of me?"
Harley leaned forward slightly and kissed the tip of his dick, eliciting a moan from Tamaki.
She bit down on his flesh lightly, sucking harder to elicit a cry from him.
It was a marvelous sensation to feel such a prime piece of meat enter her. Tamaki took hold of her hair and began combing it with his hands. She sped up her movements as she felt the throbbing instrument between her lips and as it pumped into her mouth.
Harley wrapped her hot mouth around him, squeezing him firmly into the back of her throat.
She rocked back and forth, his cock brushing against the back of her throat, and she quickened her pace. The ravenette pressed her mouth against him, slurping loudly. He moaned as she worked his mouth even harder, shrouding his loins in absolute bliss.
"Oh yeah, baby, you lick a magnificent cock," Tamaki exclaimed, his eyes glazed with want; "A wonderful head boy, sure." Harley commented as she took the cock from her lips to pump him.
Harley reinserted it into her mouth, quickened her tempo, and felt the moisture collect between her legs. She needed to be fucked till she couldn't walk properly, but she'd settle for his dick down her throat. She pushed more of her thick meat into her mouth while rocking back and forth.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah," Tamaki cried adoringly as she blew him, pulling down her skirt and feeling herself.
The pleasure was intense, and he knew if he didn't come within minutes, he'd explode. He tried to pull out but she wouldn't let go, and she kept pushing down hard and fast, making him lose control as he spilled inside her throat.
"Oh god, yes," he whispered, falling into his knees.
Harley swallowed the rest of the cum, wiping her mouth clean with the back of her wrist. She sat upright as he continued to kiss her cheek.
Her heart was pounding as she watched Tamaki wipe the sweat from his forehead. The look of relief was clear upon his face and he hugged her tightly, his body still shivering.
"I'm just getting warmed up, Ms. Potter," Tamaki said as he glanced at her, his hands squeezing her breasts. "How would you like the Head Boy to greet you at Hogwarts?"
He asked, licking his bottom lip hungrily.
"That sounds delightful," Harley replied. "I wouldn't mind a little more torture."
He stroked her pussy before casting a charm on all his garments to make them fall off his body. He stood naked in front of her. His blonde hair framed his face seductively, and while he wasn't muscular, he was well developed.
"Ready?" Tamaki inquired, and Harley placed her hands on his hips and smiled before directing her pussy towards his entrance. When Harley ground into him, she pressed it onto him, causing him to shout in delight. "YES!"
Tamaki gripped Harley's breasts and lightly rolled his hands over them.
She pulled back and slid his length slowly inside her tight hole before sinking down on him completely. She groaned in pleasure, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Tamaki thrust deeply in and out, causing her to moan louder. She began moving faster, rubbing herself against him. Her grip tightened around his hips as she rode him.
"Yeah, so large," Harley exclaimed gleefully, picking up the pace. Her grinding bought Tamaki's orgasm.
Tamaki exhaled softly. No pussy would ever come close to hers again, not that many had before. She was the epitome of sexual experience and the perfect woman. Her pussy compelled him to have another orgasm.
His cum blasted into her pussy, his luscious fluids splattering between her thighs and into her womb. He blasted her with his blazing sperm, while Harley milked and squeezed his cock till the two of them were exciting one other with their desire and lust. It was so good that they both thought they saw the heavens.
After some time, they lay on the floor together panting, staring into each other's eyes.
"Are you alright?" Tamaki asked breathlessly.
Harley nodded. "Yeah," she panted. "Thank you so much, Tamaki."
Tamaki smirked and said, "You're welcome, Harley."
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Tamaki was snuggled up in Harley's arms, her arms around her, and a playful smirk on his face. He probably had to continue his rounds as Head Boy, but he did not want to leave Harley's side just yet.
Harley raked her hands through his soft, blonde hair and kissed the back of his neck tenderly.
Draco Malfoy watched the entire scenario from outside the compartment, his mouth open in disbelief when he witnessed what had happened. The Head Boy was having an affair with a first-year student and couldn't stop himself. It wasn't impossible; after all, they were adults. Draco could never contemplate Tamaki doing so, outside of his 'awakening'. With flirting, he was all bark and no bite. He observed the entire scene and, although he knew it was vulgar, he couldn't take his eyes off it. He couldn't stop himself from watching, no matter what.
Draco wondered what was wrong with him; he wasn't used to such arousal. He felt something stiffening between his legs and turned away before he was noticed, even though he was inclined to stay and watch them go at it again.
So far the collective/harem is: Levi Ackerman (from Attack on Titan), Nymphadon Tonks, and Tamaki Suoh (from Ouran High School Host Club)
Sorry it took so long to write a second chapter. Life got in the way. Anyway, so first chapter where smut happens I did what Megamatt09 did and marked the starts so can skip if you want. Obviously, the smut I've written is probably not that good, but I tried. Changes I've made is that: Draco and Ron are going to be in the collective/harem. I really don't like Hermione, so jury's still out whether Draco is replacing her or he'll be the same and I just get another character to take Hermione's place. Placing my bets on GB Haruhi (also from OHSHC), Aru Akise (from Future Diary) or Light Yagami (Death Note, but of course I would have tone him way down or make it so he never get the death note or maybe I'll just have Harley take him down a peg..in more way than one).
