Bear Sandosen

I freely admit that I'd never heard of Blyth before Hermione asked Nikhol and I to speak to her parents in order for them to agree to let her go with us when we left. Fortunately for me, Hermione's nerves as Nikhol flew the shuttle from Hogwarts meant that she gave us an abridged history of the town. It was unofficially established in the twelfth century, named after the river Blyth, and was only turned into a "modern" settlement relatively recently.

When the shuttle landed, Hermione gave a small jolt, "Maybe this isn't the best time, it's Sunday evening, they have to go into the practice early tomorrow, so…"

I put my hand on the teen girl's shoulder, "Hermione, it's going to be fine."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly in resignation. Nikhol stood from the pilot's seat and all but sauntered over to the brown haired bookworm before leaning down and whispering something in her ear. I couldn't hear what she said, but it made Hermione straighten up, a blush spreading across her face as she grabbed me by the hand and began dragging me out of the shuttle.

"What did you say to her?" I asked with a chuckle as Nikhol followed us.

"You'll find out later tonight," Nikhol said with a purr.

A short, five minute walk later found us standing outside the front door of a house, all of Hermione's enthusiasm was gone and her face had gone pale. I gave a slight nudge to the small of her back, and she walked the last few steps up to the front door. Still, she just stood there, shaking lightly, before there was the sound of a doorbell, and I glanced back to Nikhol who gave a smirk.

The front door opened, to reveal a man with salt and pepper hair and the same shape to his mouth as Hermione. He looked surprised for a moment, before saying, "Hermione, what brings you back here?"

"Hi, Dad," Hermione returned, nervously. "Can we come in?"

"Of course, come in. Your mum's in the living room."

The three of us entered, Nikhol and I following Hermione as she led us to the living room, where a woman who looked like an older version of Hermione sat, a fire burning in a fireplace. Hermione's mother looked up, surprise on her face, before she stood and came over to hug her daughter.

"What's this about?" Hermione's father asked.

"Mum, Dad, this is Bear Sandosen and Nikhol Diomedes and… well, they have an amazing offer for me," Hermione said, wringing her hands, before taking a deep breath to try to calm herself.

Giving Hermione a chance to steady her nerves, I walked over to her parents, offering my hand to shake, "Menelaus of Sparta and Helen of Troy, I presume?"

Hermione's father snorted in amusement as he shook my hand and her mother rolled her eyes, "Remington, not many know that origin, most think it came from Shakespeare."

"Laura," Hermione's mother introduced herself as we shook hands. "Now what's this about?"

I stepped back behind Hermione, next to Nikhol, and let her continue, "Bear and Nikholarepart ofagroup of peoplefromdifferentuniverses andtheyhaveinvited HarryRhondaLunaandIto join them when theyleaveandIwanttogo…"

If I didn't know what to expect, I wouldn't have understood what Hermione had said. However, her parents had a lot longer than I to learn to understand their daughter when she rushed out a sentence.

"Hermione, I know that magic is…" her father began, before Nikhol pulled out her lightsaber and ignited it.

The red light suffusing the room, along with the almost booming hiss, struck both dentists silent as they stared wide eyed at the icon of the space opera genre. Nikhol immediately followed it up by lifting her free hand and allowing arcs of blue-purple lightning to dance along and between her fingers.

"Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed," Nikhol quoted as she deactivated her lightsaber and let the lightning die. "The ability to destroy a planet…"

"Is insignificant next to the power of the Force," Remington finished.

"If you'd like, we have a shuttle in the nearby park, we can give you a tour of our ship," I offered.

The gleam in their eyes showed that it wasn't one parent Hermione got her curiosity and thirst for knowledge from.

Hermione's parents gazed out the window of the shuttle in awe and wonderment, staring at the blue orb that was everything they'd ever known. Hermione was still shaking from how nervous she was, and I had quite frankly run out of ideas for how to get her to calm down when Nikhol spoke up.

"It's always an amusing sight," she said as her hand left the controls to give a subtle wave in the direction of Hermione's parents. "People staring at their homeworld for the first time, ignoring anything and everything except that image."

Hermione stiffened, looking intently in Nikhol's direction. Who turned around in her seat and sent a wink Hermione's way. Hermione gave a sharp nod, before turning to face me and reaching for my belt.

"Hermione?" I whispered, glancing up at her parents, standing not ten feet away.

"Sush," Hermione whispered as she undid my belt before unzipping my pants and pulling out my dick. "I'm too nervous about this to concentrate, this'll help."

With that, she wrapped her lips around my still mostly soft length and started suckling. Her tongue danced around my shaft, which swelled in response to both her ministrations as well as the danger of her parents turning around and seeing their daughter sucking me off. Faster than I can remember, I was fully erect, and Hermione's small, dainty hand reached into my pants to cup and fondle my balls.

Hermione bobbed her head, sliding up and down along my length as she sucked, her cheeks caving in from the vacuum. Using her tongue, she traced the lines and veins, before pulling back, leaving just the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Her enthusiasm combined with the risk of discovery made me erupt, far sooner than I'd have liked, filling her mouth with my seed.

Even with just the head still in her mouth, I could still feel Hermione swallowing my load, trying to keep up with how much I was giving her. A few streams leaked out of the corners of her mouth, but considering how I still had my body set to produce loads you only see in bad hentai, it was amazing she managed to swallow most of it.

I ran my hand through her hair as Hermione finished swallowing the last of my cum, before she released my cock with a quiet gasp and scooped up the small amount she'd missed with her pinky and sucked it clean.

"Feel better?" I asked quietly as she tucked me back into my pants.

"Much," she answered, just as quietly.

"You missed a spot," I told her, reaching out and scooping a small amount of cum on her chin. She grabbed my hand and brought my finger to her mouth, taking it in and sucking it like she had my cock just moments before. My dick twitched inside my pants at the sight.

"Keep that up and you'll be getting taken against a wall before the tour of the ship is over," I warned the bushy haired minx.

She let my finger slide from her mouth, her tongue giving one last flick of the tip as it did, before asking, a mix of meek and excited, "Promise?"

I blinked, not expecting that response. Before smiling and giving her a nod that made her brighten up. She stood and, after glancing towards her parents who were still staring transfixed at the Earth, lifted her pleated skirt just enough to reach under and pulled down her pink panties. Stepping out of them, she tucked her panties into my left pants pocket with a wink and an adorably awkward attempt at a sultry grin.

"You women will be the death of me," I murmured to myself as I cinched my belt back into place and the Yamato came into view.

I could only wonder what Hermione was going to do in order to get me to take her against the walls of the ship.

Hermione let out a gasp as the air left her lungs from her back hitting the wall of the hallway. Her legs were pushed up, up, up, until her knees were on either side of her head. I leaned down, giving her a fierce, heated kiss that she met with equal fervor as I unbuckled my belt and pulled my dick out.

"I warned you," I growled to her after I broke the kiss.

"Better puni-" she started, only for her breath to catch with a squeak as I thrust into her tight, teen twat.

I'd been inside her twice before, both times on Halloween for the coven ritual. Despite that having been her first time, the position we were in made her even tighter than she'd been that previous time. Even with her being so wet that there was a slick trail all the way down her legs to her knee high socks, it took more strength than I'd expected to slide all the way into her.

"You fee-" Hermione started, only for me to put my hand over her mouth.

"Your parents are just down the hall, don't want them to hear you and realize how much of a naughty girl they raised, now do we?" I teased her, even as my hips began to slide back and forth, trusting in and out of her wet pussy.

She blushed, shaking her head even as she clamped down on me at the thought of her parents discovering us. Her pleated skirt bunched up around her hips, the bottom waving in the air as I fucked her. It wasn't like on Halloween, when I was gentle, almost making love to her. This time, I took her hard and fast, driving myself into her with quick, rough strokes, the recent talk with Nikhol in the rec room still fresh in my mind.

We couldn't stay away for too long, so as I felt my climax approaching, I let it happen, hilting myself into Hermione as her eyes rolled up into her skull and she let out a muffled, moaning scream. Her pussy all but slammed down on me as I shot jet after jet of cum into her, painting her insides with my seed as she came with me.

We stood like that, me leaning against her with my hand over her mouth and her folded in half against the wall, for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow. Still, we couldn't leave Nikhol to cover for us forever, so I slid out of the brainy brunette and let her get her still shaking legs under her.

"That…" Hermione said through panting breaths, looking up at me through half lidded eyes, "was the hardest I've ever cum. How long until we can do that again?"

I snorted in amusement, "Let's get back to your parents first little missy, we can talk about that later."

She pouted adorably, making me laugh and place a peck on the tip of her nose. Before I turned and gave a quick jog to catch up with Nikhol and Hermione's parents, while Hermione used a few spells to quickly freshen up.

"I'm glad to see you finally taking some initiative, Bear dear," Nikhol said as she flew the shuttle back to Hogwarts.

Hermione's parents had given their blessing for Hermione to join us when we left, saying something about WWII battleships being turned into dimension traveling spaceships being easier to understand than magic had been, and now we were on our way back to drop Hermione off at Hogwarts.

I shrugged, before admitting, "I can admit when someone else is right. And I wasn't expecting the risk of discovery to be as hot as it was."

"Neither did I," Hermione chimed in, her face starting to turn red at the memory. "Though that reminds me, our dormmates might have expressed an interest in you after hearing about the results of the coven ritual."

Turning to the teen witch, I raised an eyebrow at her, "You did specify the power boost was from the ritual not me, right?"

"Of course!" Hermione adopted a faux insulted expression, before looking to the side and continuing. "But Parvati and Lavender were still interested, and Parvati said that her sister Padma was as well. How do you feel about taking the virginities of another group of teen witches? Two of them being identical twins."

I was reminded of a particular movie quote at this moment: Twins, Basil. Twins. Pushing that thought aside, I gave Hermione a smile and told her, "That sounds quite appealing. Let me know when I should come by, and we'll make a date of it."

I gave the girl a hug and a kiss before she exited the shuttle and started walking back to Hogwarts. Heading to the cockpit, I strapped myself in as Nikhol began to take off.

"Lana and Lisa left a message, they've finished dealing with the bureaucrat named after a dessert," Nikhol said as we lifted into the air.

"Fudge?" I asked for clarification.

"Yes, him. They'll give us a full report when we get back."

Well, given it was Lana and Lisa, I felt a modicum of hope that the Wizarding World wouldn't have the chaos of picking a new Minister for Magic in the morning.

Sirius Black

That Lisa girl was far too smug as she and Miss Beniko returned to Grimmauld Place after their excursion into London. She was even more smug than James was back at Hogwarts before Lily knocked some sense into him.

"Should I be concerned about what the two of you were doing?" I asked, as Lisa flopped into one of the safe chairs.

"Just nipping a problem in the bud before they could stomp all over the preparations that Bear's doing with Dumbledore on the international stage," Miss Beniko answered.

I gave her a flat look, "That doesn't make me feel any better. Perhaps an explanation? Please?"

Lisa chuckled, "Interesting story there…"

"Please state your name and reason for visit."

"Lady Beniko, here to see Minister Fudge about a donation," Lana stated, her face a cold mask.

"Lisa Wilborn, Personal Advisor to Lady Beniko," Lisa said, there'd be time for silly answers in the future.

There was a chime, and two badges were dropped from a slot in the elevator. Both women pinned them to the front of the high price robes they wore and waited calmly as the elevator continued to descend. Finally, the doors opened, and they entered the Ministry of Magic proper. The staffer managing the front desk was quite helpful in directing them to Fudge's office, after being 'informed' that he didn't need to see their wands.

The only curiosity that caught their attention on their way to meet with Fudge was behind a desk outside the Minister's office. The wizard sitting there bore an extreme similarity to the Weasleys, and a glance at the nameplate on the desk explained why: Percival Weasley, Junior Assistant.

"You ran into Percy?" I asked, surprised. In hindsight, it seemed obvious, as Arthur had mentioned Percy being promoted to working under Fudge to keep eyes on them.

"Indeed," Miss Beniko answered, "and I must admit, he was more stiff and hidebound than even most Jedi I have met."

"As I was saying," Lisa chimed in. "We were greeted outside Fudge's office…"

"This is Minister Fudge's office, do you have an appointment?" the ministry Weasley asked, looking at them with a neutral expression.

"We do not," Lana began, her hand waving subtly at her side, "but Minister Fudge will want to see us."

The ginger's eyes clouded over, and he dully said, "Minister Fudge will want to see you. Wait here, please." He stood up and entered through the door to Fudge's office, before exiting a few minutes later. "Minister Fudge will see you now."

The two entered the office, the portly wizard sitting on the opposite side with his bowler hat set on the desk next to him. He looked at them curiously, his face lighting up in recognition as the door was closed behind them.

"Lady Beniko, yes?" Fudge asked.

"Indeed," Lana agreed. "It appears my reputation precedes me. I did not think I had done enough to be known by such an… esteemed person as yourself."

"My friend Lucius mentioned your meeting a few months back, and if I may say so, your eyes are even more marvelous than I imagined when Lucius mentioned them."

The thoughts and emotions that Fudge was all but blasting out made Lana want to roll her eyes, but she suppressed the urge and kept a firm political smile on her face as she and Lisa sat down.

What followed was an hour-long session where the two blonde women proceeded to, with a combination of subtle word play, mind tricks, and cold reading, completely dominate the foolish man. Convincing him that there was no need to interfere with the new proceedings at the ICW, that there was a chance his dear friend Lucius had been subjected to that horrible curse like he had so many years ago, that until the culprit could be caught, that Fudge shouldn't be with Lucius, in case the caster forced Lucius to harm Fudge against his will. A myriad of smaller, less consequential details, but by the end Fudge would eat out of their hands if they'd wished it.

"So to make sure I'm following you correctly, you went to the Ministry of Magic, got into the office of the Minister of Magic without an appointment or tripping any of the security features, and twisted his mind through wordplay to turn him into a puppet?" I asked incredulously.

"It was a touch more complicated than that, but essentially, yes," Lana answered, the subtle smirk on her face suggesting she knew what was going through my mind.

"I weep for the security of Wizarding Britain," was all I could say.

Bear Sandosen

Tonks's apartment (or was it a flat? I didn't really know what the distinction was) was… cozy, to put it delicately. Were we back in the states, I'd call it a studio apartment, and it explained why Tonks spent so much time at Grimmauld Place: the bedrooms there were bigger than her entire apartment!

"Sorry about the mess," Tonks said, rubbing at the back of her neck as she paced barefoot along the length of her bed. "Haven't exactly had anyone over, but ya said it was a private talk, so I didn't think having this at HQ would be appropriate…"

"Tonks," Taylor interrupted. "Breathe."

Tonks paused, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Opening her eyes to look at me and Taylor, she gave a sheepish grin and said, "Sorry, I have a hunch what this is about, and it's… making me a little nervous."

That much was obvious, from the way that her hair had been cycling through every color of the rainbow and then some. Neither Taylor nor I were rude enough to point it out.

"Harley told me about that conversation you had," Taylor said, causing the speed of Tonks's hair color changing to rapidly pick up. Again, neither of us mentioned it, "I have a few things before I say yes. First off, if you use your powers to give yourself a dick, that stays far from me. I have no interest in any penises other than Bear's."

I admit, that was something of an ego boost to hear. Tonks nodded, and spoke up, "You'll be happy to hear that I can't do that all the time. It's something that will happen on rare occasions."

"Oh, is there something about different genders that is harder?" I ask, mostly to be part of the conversation.

"Not harder, I can shift into being a bloke as easily as I can change my hair color. Suppose I could have explained it better, there's nothing stopping me from shifting into a bloke, my magic makes sure that everything works as it's supposed to, but that's the thing: when I shift my plumbing, I get all the hormones from it. I can't do it often in order to keep myself mentally healthy. I tried being a guy long term back in Hogwarts, and…" Tonks's gaze became slightly distant, a shiver running through her body, "let's just say it was the stupidest thing I've done and I reverted back after six weeks."

The three of us were silent for a bit, before Tonks spoke up again, "You said that no girldick for you was the first thing, what else?"

Taylor shook her head slightly, refocusing and clearing her throat, before answering, "I've already talked to the rest of The Family about this, and we're in agreement that if and when we decide to have kids, Bear's going to be the father. Period. Some might be okay with," Taylor sighed, before adopting a tone that made it clear she was quoting someone, "'playing with your stick' but Bear's the only one who gets to make us pregnant. That's a dealbreaker."

"Agreed," Tonks said without hesitation, even as just what that condition meant ran through my head. All the women in The Family considering having a child that wasn't mine a dealbreaker? "Eventual motherhood's something I'd been planning on since I was a girl. Fatherhood's an entirely different quidditch game."

Taylor smiled, before standing up for one of the two chairs Tonks had in her apartment (I was sitting in the other one), "Then with that settled, I believe Harley mentioned a promise she'd made. You don't mind if Bear joins in, do you?"

Tonks face and hair both turned bright red as she shook her head, and Taylor's smile turned into a grin, "Wonderful. Strip, then lay down on your back."

"Yes, Mistress," the older woman responded immediately, standing without thinking. Only to let out an adorable 'eep' sound as she realized what she said. Despite her embarrassment, she still reached behind her and undid the button on her jean skirt, before unzipping it and letting it drop. Under her skirt, she was wearing powder blue, lacy panties that hugged her femininity and accentuated the curve of her hips. Her hands came up, grabbing the sides of her tight belly shirt and pulled it up over her head, showing the strapless bra that matched the color of her panties.

"Keep going," Taylor said, her voice eager, despite her obvious attempt to sound cool and disinterested.

Not saying anything this time, Tonks reached back behind her and unhooked her bra, letting the strip of fabric fall to the floor and revealing her full, perky breasts to my and Taylor's view. Then, almost before her bra hit the floor, she turned around and hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her panties, and bent over, showcasing her firm, bubble butt and lightly glistening folds. Tonks's panties were barely past her knees when Taylor reached out and gave a swift spank to the witch's ass. The result was, in hindsight, to be expected: Tonks yelped, gave a short jump, and then her infamous clumsiness kicked in and she fell head first onto her bed, the top of her head thunking audibly against the wall.

"MERLIN'S SAGGY BALL SACK!" Tonks shouted as her hands flew up and cradled her head. Taylor and I raced over, the mood having been killed as thoroughly as Tonks's balance, to check on her. There was a tiny bump, but the dent in the wall from where her head hit was bigger.

"You okay?" Taylor asked, any sign of the burgeoning dominatrix display she'd been giving gone.

"Yeah," Tonks said, hand rubbing over the top of her head. She tried to adjust herself on the bed, but her panties were still holding her legs together. Tonks looked at how we were arranged on the bed, and after a moment asked, "Bear, do you mind being a dear and helping me out here?"

I chuckled and lifted her legs straight up, before pulling her panties the rest of the way off her smooth, creamy legs and tossing them over to the pile of clothes. Tonks held her legs up in that pose, as I stood from the bed to strip and Taylor hiked up her black cocktail dress (that I'm 95% sure Lisa picked out) before swinging her leg over Tonks's head to sit on her face.

By the time I was finished divesting myself of my clothes, Tonks had her legs spread wide open, showcasing her slick, glistening pussy with a patch of hair above it in the shape of what looked like a roaring bear's head. I didn't bother holding in the snort of amusement I felt at seeing it, and Taylor gave a matching grin, even as she leaned forwards, her palms resting on Tonks's tits.

"Subtlety isn't her strong suit, is it?" Taylor quipped as she lifted a hand and beckoned me to her with a finger.

The movement was a touch awkward, but she'd clearly been getting lessons from other members of The Family. Still, with a smile on my face, I walked up to her, and Taylor leaned down over Tonks to get the elevation she was after: her face level with my cock.

Bear Sandosen

My eyes were locked on with Taylor's as she bobbed along my dick, her lips sealed along my length and her tongue lavishly tracing every part she could touch. Part of me couldn't help but feel proud at how much her technique had improved over the last few months. The majority was just enjoying the sensations of having her hot teen mouth wrapped around me.

She'd definitely been practicing, being far more skilled while still retaining that same enthusiasm that made her first attempts so enjoyable. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed and she forced herself down, the head of my cock popping past the dense ring at the back of her mouth that led to her throat. My hands flew to her head, the sensations flooding me as Taylor pushed her head down the last stretch to wrap her lips around the base of my length and bury her nose in my pubes. The entire time, her eyes continued looking up at me, even as they began to water and she let out tiny gagging noises.

I tried to pull back, to let her recover, but her hands flew up and grabbed me by my ass and pulled her face as flush with my crotch as she could manage. Then she did something that I hadn't experienced: she began to roll her head, like the exaggerated head motions of people from India, and as a consequence, all but stirred her throat with my dick.

"Don't hurt yourself," I said with a groan, only for the red eyed Taylor to give me a wink and start swallowing. The undulations and way her throat gripped at me did me in, my hips pushed forwards and I came, shooting my load straight down Taylor's throat into her belly.

After the first jet, Taylor pulled back, popping the head of my cock past the entrance to her throat. One of her hands went back to the bed between Tonks's legs to support her, while the other began stroking along my length as she opened her mouth and aimed the rest of my load onto her waiting tongue. She managed to catch most of it, but the first few jets left streaks of white along her face and glasses.

When I finally finished, Taylor held her mouth open, swirling her tongue around the mouthful of cum, before closing it. She held it shut for a moment, before opening her mouth again to show that she'd swallowed all of it. If I had started to soften, that brought me back to full mast. Leaning down, I captured Taylor's lips in a brief kiss. My hand cupped her face, thumb rubbing gentle circles along her cheek, and I looked into her eyes.

"I love you," I whispered quietly. Taylor blinked, and her face lit up in near rapturous joy.

"That's the first time you've said it," she said just as quietly, making me blink. That didn't sound right, I was certain I'd said it… huh. Now that I stopped to think about it, I couldn't think of a time I'd said it aloud to any of the Family. Well, that was certainly something to fix. But at the moment, Tonks had been waiting very patiently, and from the occasional shudders that ran through Taylor's body, she hadn't been idle while Taylor lavished me with oral affection.

"Shall we?" I asked, nodding to the leaking pussy that lay between Taylor and I.

Taylor smiled, before reaching down and using her fingers to open Tonks's netherlips. Taking my length in hand, I teased Tonks's entrance, making the auror let out a needy moan as she bucked her hips, trying to make me slip in. I rubbed the head of my dick against her clit, before pulling back and letting Taylor lean down to begin licking at the older woman's slit.

"You should make your hands bigger," I told Tonks with a teasing tone as she whined in disappointment and frustration. "Just imagine how it'd feel if you could grip all of Taylor's delightful ass."

To my surprise, since I had assumed that wasn't something she could do, Tonks's hands swelled in size, becoming large enough to knead and massage Taylor's entire ass. Then, she must have done something else, because Taylor jerked, her upper body shooting upright as her eyes flew wide open. With that as my cue, I slid into the metamorph's wet and eager pussy. Tonks was already tight, but as I had about half my length in her, her slick passage seemed to shrink, squeezing down even harder on me.

"Holy shit," I said with a groan as I came to a hard stop. "How'd… you're… fuck." She'd tightened up so much that she was, hands down, the tightest anything I'd ever experienced, even considering how much smaller than her the girls in the Coven were.

There was the sound of muffled words from Tonks, and Taylor twitched, her jaw dropping as she let out a guttural moan, "Oh my God."

"Taylor?" I asked with a grunt as I tried to push further into Tonks, with little success.

"Her tongue… she's…" Taylor started, only to pause and let out a sound that was part moan, part whine. "Tongue… so long. Never… had anything… theeerrreee!"

Taylor went rigid, muscles twitching as she came hard. Her body flexed, curling inwards slightly, before she dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Fortunately, she was still aware enough to control her fall so she landed on the bed next to Tonks, her back against the wall as she panted. As Taylor tried to regain her breath, my eyebrows rose as I saw what Tonks had been doing with Taylor: the older woman's tongue was currently so long that it wouldn't fit inside her mouth!

"She's…" Taylor managed to say in between gasps for air, "really good… at that. More… when I can breathe… again."

I gazed at Taylor, meeting her eyes, and couldn't stop the words that came out of me, "God I love watching you cum."

Taylor blushed, a dusting of red across her cheeks, and Tonks let out an amused chuckle as her tongue finally shrank enough to fit back in her mouth. A satisfied smirk on her face, Tonks wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling with them to help me work my way deeper into her magically tight cunt. Leaning down, trapping Taylor's leg between us, I noted a look of confusion on Tonks face before I kissed her.

Tonks's eyes widened and her body froze, before relaxing and wrapping her arms around my back and returning the kiss. The dominant taste was Taylor, one I'd become familiar with and come to enjoy over the last few months, but underneath was Tonks herself, different but just as enjoyable. As we broke apart, foreheads pressed together, my hips finally became flush with hers.

"Damn," Tonks said with a groan. "Never had anyone get this deep when I'm this tight."

"You try," I paused as a ripple passed through Tonks's pussy, from her entrance along my length as if she were trying to milk me, before continuing, "this often?"

"Mostly with toys," she said, running her hand through my hair. "But the only ones I have that I can squeeze in I can't get this deep."

I was about to answer, but Tonks started lightly pulling on my head. Curious, I let her guide me to one of her rapidly swelling breasts. They weren't small to begin with, a nice and full handful, but as I took one of her nipples into my mouth, they finished swelling to a firm DD cup in size.

"C'mon," Tonks murmured, her other hand pulling Taylor to the breast I wasn't enjoying. As Taylor latched onto the offered breast, I got a rather pleasant surprise as a rush of fluid filled my mouth.

I pulled back in surprise and asked, "Did you make yourself lactate?"

Tonks shook her head, even as Taylor happily started massaging the breast she was enjoying, "Nah, just made sure there was more of it. I don't like, ooh yes, doing it often though."

That raised some questions based on how she worded it, but I pushed that aside and rejoined Taylor at Tonks's breasts, even as I began to pull my hips back in an attempt to resume fucking her. Drinking Tonks's milk as I did so turned out to be a lot more arousing than I'd anticipated.

The three of us lay there, sweaty and panting, piled on Tonks's too small bed however long later. As I got my breath back, I asked, "What did you mean earlier, when you said you made sure there was more milk in your breasts?"

Tonks turned to look at me, a tired grin stretching across her face, "Nice, wasn't it? The amount of milk I made without tweaking it took a hard drop once I hit twenty, but being a metamorphmagus comes in handy."

I blinked, considering the way that Tonks phrased her answer, as well as what she implied. Taylor beat me to asking the question that came to mind, "Tonks, do witches lactate as part of puberty?"

"Yeah, why're yo… oh right, muggle girls don't," Tonks murmured the last part as she sat up, scooting back so she was sitting with her back against the headrest. "Right, so typically around seventeen or eighteen, a witch will start producing breast milk. Most witches produce about as much as a breast-feeding muggle woman will, but it typically drops off after a year or two. Some stop producing completely, but most witches will still produce a small amount until they go through menopause."

"They do start producing again when they've given birth, right?" I asked, mentally filing the information away.

"Of course, it wouldn't be much good if a mother couldn't feed her baby, now would it?"

Rhonda Weasley

I sighed, not looking forward to this conversation. At least Nikhol and Kara were here to offer support, but even so, Mum could be a bit overwhelming at times. The door opened, and Mum and Dad walked in.

"It's good to see you, Rhonda," Dad said as Mum came up and pulled me into a hug.

For the first time, it didn't feel like she was trying to crush my spine with her hug. One of the perks of the physical training I'd done as well as my recent breakthrough in using my magic for physical enhancement. With a smile, I returned the hug and surprised both her and Dad by lifting her up off the ground as I did so.

I heard Kara and Nikhol laugh as I set Mum down, a grin on my face as Mum and Dad stared wide eyed. Mum was the one to ask first, "Rhonda, how did you do that?"

"I saw Miss Beniko do some incredible jumps and move faster than a Cleansweep, and was inspired," I answered with a shrug. I wasn't anywhere near as good with it as Lana or Nikhol were, since I hadn't figured out how to make it so my mind could keep up with how fast I could move, but I was still proud of the progress I'd made. "But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm… not quite sure how to say it…"

"You want to go with the Family when they leave?" Dad asked, a look of concern with a hint of pride on his face.

I blinked, surprised that they already knew, when it dawned on me: Nikhol and Lisa had gone with Luna to talk to her dad about it, and they lived right next door. So Mr. Lovegood had probably mentioned it to Mum and Dad, and they'd put it together that I'd be asking soon as well. Instead of answering Dad verbally, I just nodded.

"But Rhonda dear, what about your schooling? Your OWLs and NEWTs?" Mum asked, though I knew that wasn't why she really wanted me to stay.

I held up a hand and easily conjured a ball of bluebell flames as I answered, "Mum, thanks to the Coven ritual we did on Halloween, I have enough raw power that my grades don't matter when it comes to getting a job, or even should I have to fight. Plus, you've heard what Bear and the Family are preparing for, and he's said that in the original outcome magic was a major edge in winning. I'll be more useful out there, with him, than I would here at Hogwarts.

"But even without that, I think I'd still want to go. I want to see what other possibilities are out there, to explore places that no witch has ever been to, to visit realities beyond what I'd imagined possible when I was growing up. Talking to the Family's given me a taste of the infinite possibilities, and I want… I need to see more."

I was again wrapped in a hug as I finished, this time by both Mum and Dad. I returned it, hugging them as tightly as I could without using magic to enhance my strength. I could feel how much they loved me in that hug, how they wanted me to be safe, to live a long and happy life.

"If I may," Nikhol spoke up, as the hug broke apart. "I can genuinely affirm that Rhonda will be a boon in our journey. You raised an incredible young woman, one who sees that she can help in a cause that will ensure the lives and wellbeing of more lives than can be counted. Much like you saw that you could help in some way when Riddle first arose."

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," Kara joined in, hovering slightly above the floor. "I have seen evils strong enough to destroy mountains with their punches, and from what Rhonda has shown me I am confident that she could comfortably beat them. Even without that, she won't be alone: she will have the support of the entire Family at her side."

It took a little bit more convincing, but Mum and Dad were convinced. I would miss them and my brothers, even Percy, but this was something that I knew, in my bones, that I needed to do. It wasn't even really the sex with Bear. It was the scale of the threat and the fact that, even with that, I could help. I could make a difference. The sheer amount of magic that I could call upon made the things in the stories seem like the old toy wands we had when I was little and I could bring it all down on the Anti-Monitor and his forces.

And, depending on how the test Harry was taking went, I would also be supporting her through her pregnancy.

Buford Bennett

Just another day at the Ministry of Magic, I thought as I tapped my wand against my time card and forced back a yawn. Filing papers all day may be boring, but it paid my rent and put food on my table. Not much food, but enough to get by.

"See you tomorrow, Nora," I said to the pretty witch at the front desk as I made my way out of the office.

"Are you going to be joining us at the Cauldron later?" she asked, not looking up from her magazine.

"Afraid not," I answered, taking my hat from the rack by the door. "I've got dinner with the family."

I neglected to mention that the only family that would be at dinner was my muggle brother, the rest would be some friends of his from Uni and the focus was going to be less about dinner and more about the game after. Despite my efforts back at Hogwarts, Dungeons & Dragons hadn't taken off so I was the only actual wizard in the group.

That reminds me, I needed to plan ahead how the dragon Vrask was going to respond to what the party did last week. The bandits she'd sent were all dead, the Duke was arrested and…

My plotting as Dungeon Master was interrupted as a veritable wave of black buzzing bugs erupted from the elevators and staircases leading to the lower levels of the Ministry. Countless people began screaming, and I immediately ran back into the office before locking the door with every spell I knew that was even remotely applicable. I didn't think it'd do much to stop a Dark Lord (or Lady), but it made me feel better.

"Bee?" Nora asked, confused.

"It's Skitter, they're here in the Ministry," I said in a rush, staring through the window as Skitter's tide swarmed around a single man.

Nora joined me at the window, soon followed by the rest of the people in the office, as shapes formed within Skitter's swarm. The shapes, a vague approximation of a person (somewhere between one sixty and one eighty centimeters if I was eyeballing them correctly), approached to encircle the man, who pulled out his wand and started blasting the shapes. Not that it did much good, either the shapes were unaffected or dispersed only to reform immediately after.

WALDEN MACNAIR, the echoing, droning voice of Skitter filled the Ministry. YOUR CRIMES HAVE BEEN WEIGHED. YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED. FOR THE CRIMES OF MURDER, TORTURE, AND USE OF THE UNFORGIVABLES IN SERVICE TO THE FALSE LORD THOMAS RIDDLE, YOU HAVE BEEN SENTENCED TO DEATH.

"Fuck that, you swarm-faced bitch!" the man, apparently named Macnair, shouted. "I won't go without a fight! Avada Kedavra!"

My eyes widened as the entire atrium of the Ministry was lit by the poisonous green light of the Killing Curse. As shocking as it was to see one of the Unforgivable Curses, it wasn't what shocked me to the core. It was the fact that the Killing Curse, the unstoppable curse that killed whatever it hit, did nothing.

IMPRESSIVE THAT YOU MANAGED TO DRAG TOGETHER ENOUGH POWER FOR THE KILLING CURSE, Skitter said, sounding anything but impressed, even as Macnair continued to cast the Killing Curse again, and again, and again. BUT YOU DON'T SEEM TO REALIZE SOMETHING. THE KILLING CURSE KILLS WHATEVER IT IS CAST UPON. FOR ALL ITS POWER IT IS A SIMPLE AND STRAIGHTFORWARD SPELL: POINT, CAST, AND WHAT IT HITS DROPS DEAD. SUCH A POTENT AND PRACTICAL SPELL FOR ANY KILLER. YET YOU CANNOT STOP ME DESPITE HAVING USED IT SEVE-EIGHT TIMES NOW. CAN YOU GUESS WHY?

My mind raced, thinking over everything we'd been taught about the Unforgivables in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The Killing Curse killed, period, end of story. With the exception of the Potter boy, no living thing had ever resisted the Killing Curse, even the most magic resistant beasts died to it, so why… the swarm, that's it!

"I know why," I murmured, unable to help myself. "The Killing Curse only kills a single living thing at a time. Skitter's controlling thousands, possibly millions of bugs, there's no possible way for anyone to cast enough Killing Curses to deal with their swarm."

The Macnair bloke seemed to have realized the same, as he fell to his knees, facing the nearest humanoid shape in Skitter's swarm, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Dark Lord Skitter, let me serve you!"

I blinked, and even the swarm seemed taken aback, and Macnair continued, "I served Lord Voldemort well, even securing the giants for him this summer! I can serve you just as well, so long as you spare my life!"

YOU ARE A FOOL, Skitter replied after a few moments. I DO NOT SEEK CONQUEST, CHAOS, OR DESTRUCTION. I SEEK JUSTICE. YOU ARE A BLOODTHIRSTY KILLER, ONE THAT BENDS HIS KNEE AND BARES HIS NECK TO ANY YOU THINK WILL FEED YOUR LUST FOR BLOOD AND DEATH. I HAVE NO DESIRE TO BE SERVED BY ONE SUCH AS YOU.

With that, the entire swarm fell upon Macnair, a buzzing, chittering wave that crashed upon him. He screamed, in terror and fear, before it was cut off. The swarm writhed and churned, like the surface of the ocean during a storm, before dispersing, leaving nothing more than a pile of bones and tattered scraps of cloth and wood. The entire Ministry was quiet, none of the observers locked in their offices like us daring to speak.

"What did he say about the giants?" Ned from Accounting finally broke the silence.

"Did he say that You-Know-Who was still around?" Nora asked.

I had a feeling that I was going to miss Dungeons and Dragons tonight, because holy balls this was a big deal.

Narcissa Malfoy

I sipped from the glass, taking a moment to savor the delicate notes of the wine. The dry flavors, the tingle it sent through the body as the traces of alchemical influences mingled with the ambient magic used to age it through the barrels. Based on the profile of the bite, the barrels were made from Ornery Oaks from the Orkney Islands.

Setting the glass down, I turned my attention to Lucius, "I believe that matters with Macnair have made my point clear?"

Lucius, dear Lucius, turned to me with a sad smile on his face, "You know it's not that simple, my love."

I did. With the Dark Mark, Voldemort could find us wherever we went. We needed either some reason to leave Britain that he would accept or, far more practically, something that would keep his focus away from us. Unless…

"Are you still on good terms with Ignacio?" I asked, the idea beginning to form in my mind.

"We haven't spoken in over a year, but yes," Lucius answered, his mind easily reaching a similar conclusion. "It might work. Macnair was successful in his own recruitment efforts, and with Fudge soon to be running around like a headless house elf, He might be willing to accept my distancing myself from anything related to Macnair."

"You write to Ignacio, whilst I write to Draco and Severus?" I asked, vigor filling me as a plan of action settled.

"Of course," Lucius agreed.

I rose from my chair and took Lucius's offered arm as we made our way to his office. Even with the temporary vitality offered to me from the wine, thanks to the properties of the soil the grapes were grown in, I was slightly out of breath by the time we reached it. Sitting down, I gave my dear Lucius a grateful smile as he slid my chair in.

Draco's birth had been hard on my body, and even to this day I tired easily. Lynda, Ignacio's wife, had provided me with several charms and potion recipes that had done much to help me recover, and Severus had been impressed with the potions despite his cultivated surliness. It would be nice to talk to her again, and see how little Jericho and Kattia were doing.

Plus, Draco adored his cousins, so that would certainly take the sting of leaving Britain during the middle of the school year out of it.

Bear Sandosen

I walked through the door to Harley's room, a smile on my face as I eagerly awaited seeing the look on her face when I revealed the surprise I'd found while digging through the information on my phone that Tara Q had left. I'd been spending at least an hour most days looking over the information she'd put on it, and was still finding new things. Like this one that was going to let me fulfill an early promise I'd made.

It was at this point that my brain caught up with the view my eyes were showing me. Specifically, Harley lying on her back, wearing the lovechild of a halter top and a corset laced tight enough that her already generous chest practically jumped out to scream "Howdy" while being aimed right at the door. To make things even more… Harley, she had a pen that was either being sucked on like she'd done to me in the past, or trailing down to slide between her breasts. There was also a book in her hand, but honestly that kind of got lost somewhere between my eyes and my brain.

"Enjoyin' the view, Fuzzy?" Harley asked, pressing her arms against her chest, making her breasts swell up even more than they already were. I pulled my eyes down from her cleavage, to meet her gaze, eyes smoldering and a sexy smile on her face.

"Fuck Harley," I growled, making my way over to her, taking off my belt as I did so. My jeans and boxers were left on the floor by the time I reached her, my right hand knocking her book aside as my left lined myself up with the valley between her glorious tits. "Need you, now."

I thrust, driving my dick between her smushed together breasts, the small amount of saliva there from her pen providing barely enough lubrication for me to slide in. Harley tossed her pen aside, her fingers flying to the lacing of her top, untying it and freeing her breasts. I reached down, fingers sliding under the cups of her top to grope and squeeze them even as I made sure they stayed pressed together.

"C'mon, Fuzzy," Harley said from under me as she finished untying her top, the leather garment being pulled from under her and thrown elsewhere in the room. Her hands pressed up against the sides of her chest, and my hands shifted focus, pinching and teasing her nipples even as I picked up speed in my thrusting. I didn't speed up for long, the small amount of spit from her pen was not enough lubrication for me to go at any real speed.

"Open your mouth, Harley," I told her as I pulled back, letting go of her breasts to take myself in hand as she did so. Her tongue was held out as she stretched her jaw as wide as she could, an invitation I took full advantage of, sliding into her warm and very wet mouth. Her tongue immediately began to dance around my length, and even as I pressed against the back of her throat she didn't gag. I thrust a few times, letting her slather me in her spit, before I pulled out and went back between the tits that she was still pressing together.

Much better, I practically glided between the firm, full breasts that rested proudly upon Harley's chest. The sensation of her breasts around my dick, while her tongue would lap at whatever length she could reach, was heavenly. The silky smooth skin, the way her breasts mashed together to form a perfect image, the feel of them enveloping my dick as I slid between them.

"Ya like that, Fuzzy?" Harley purred. "Ya like fuckin' the girls?"

"Perfect Harley," I told her with a grunt, feeling my end drawing near. "Absolutely perfect."

"Ya gonna cum? Do it, paint the girls and my belly, I wanna rub it in."

Hearing Harley say that, I couldn't have held back even if I wanted to. My hips drove forwards, burying myself as deep into her cleavage as I could, my orgasm erupting out of me, painting her abs and the interior of her breasts. After maybe a dozen bursts, I stepped back before moving around Harley's head where it hung over the edge of her bed to lay down and catch my breath. Harley soon had herself curled around me, her face nuzzling against the crook of my neck and her hands pulling mine so they were wrapped protectively around her.

"Love you," I murmured, gently kissing the top of her head.

"I know," she said with a cheeky tone, making me chuckle. "Not that I don't appreciate the visit, or the fun, but what brings ya over here?"

"Oh, right," I said with a blink. "I was going through the stuff that Tara Q gave me, and I found something that I think will let us find your Ivy. How do you feel about a trip home?"

Harley shot up, her eyes wide. Before she reached out, grabbed me by the side of my head, and pulled me into a heavy, searing kiss. Her tongue immediately pushed into my mouth, and we french kissed for I don't know how long before breaking for air.

"Baby, you're the greatest," Harley said between gasps for air.

I chuckled, took her hand in mine, and said, "Let's go get your girl."

Bear Sandosen

I watched with barely constrained amusement as Harley flitted about, almost like she was a highschool girl before a first date with her crush. It was both adorable and hilarious. I waited patiently, as she held different shirts, skirts, shorts, pants, and a myriad of other clothes I didn't have names for over her in front of a mirror. I admit, part of the reason I was so patient had to do with the view: Harley didn't want to risk what she was already wearing to get in the way of seeing what she was trying on, so she'd stripped naked before she started. I was tempted to kneel behind her and start licking, but then we'd never leave the room.

Seeing her hold up the classic red and black jester suit, I was surprised by how good it actually looked, even if it was just being held in front of her. The flashback scene in Suicide Squad didn't do it even the slightest amount of justice. I was tempted to speak up, but she tossed it aside before I finished opening my mouth. So I settled back, and admired the way her back arched as she grabbed another hanger.

She was holding a skimpy cheerleader top to her chest, when her head jerked up, meeting my gaze in the mirror. Before a mischievous grin stretched across her face and she said, "Don' move, Ah'll be righ' back, Fuzzy!"

Without bothering to put down the top she was holding, Harley bolted out of her room into the hallway. I didn't bother holding back the laughter that came out of me, idly wondering if Harley knew that, with it being the weekend, the Coven had decided to come and visit. Hermione was working with Lana on something. Hyacinth was being an adorable stuttering mess with Nikhol. Luna was talking about kryptonian wildlife with Kara, and Rhonda was…

"Training" was the word that Cameron had used, but certain sounds over the commline that I'd become quite familiar with since accepting Tara Q's offer suggested that it wasn't something as simple as weight lifting. I'd peeked into the gym, and to my surprise, what the two were doing could be considered a form of concentration/focus training. Rhonda was holding a bar with what looked like over four hundred pounds on it (per side), while floating in midair, while Cameron was fucking her with a strap on. The fact that Rhonda was still managing to do reps while dealing with the multitude of distractions was very impressive, and I figured it would be best to leave them be.

I shook my head to clear it of the thoughts (including about how gorgeous a naked Rhonda looked covered in sweat), just as Harley returned, grinning like the cat that got the canary, with the cheerleader top she'd run off with on and her breasts all but bursting out of them.

"Ah'm ready~!" Harley all but sang as she stood there, arms behind her back, pushing her chest out even more than their sheer size already did.

"You sure you want to go without the skirt?" I asked, mirth in both my voice and my smile.

Harley scoffed, "We both know how it's gonna end up once Ah see Red again. Ah got a lotta catching up to do."

"Sure," I agreed with a nod, "but speaking as someone who finds you just as sexy as she does, I can say that you should wear the skirt. Just make sure it's one that tears easily, it'll be more fun that way."

Harley hummed, crossing her arms under her breasts and tapping her lips with a finger. Before giving a firm nod and walking over to her closet. She grabbed the red and black pleated skirt that went with her top, and slipped it on. It quickly became apparent that it most certainly was not meant for actual cheerleading, since the skirt was so short it not only didn't cover her pussy, it stopped right above it.

Turning to face me, Harley looked me up and down, before smirking and saying, "Ah might be ready, but if ya don't tuck him away, Red'll turn ya to fertilizer for her babies the moment she sees ya."

I follow her gaze, and realize that I still had my dick out from the bit of fun we'd had when I first came into Harley's room. Nervously chuckling, I put everything away and zipped my pants back up. I didn't want that to be my first impression with an, admittedly very attractive, woman with powers over one of the kingdoms of life.

With that taken care of, I joined Harley and focused. The manual said it would be fairly instinctive, but transporting more than a handful of people would take time and practice. A weird tingling sensation danced across my skin as I reached out, my hand gripping onto something that wasn't there. With a forceful tug, a doorway opened in mid air. Before I could so much as take a breath, Harley grabbed me by the hand and ran through.

"MAMA'S COMIN' HOME, RED!" Harley shouted as I was pulled along with all the care and gentleness of an animal in the care of Elmyra from Tiny Toons. I could feel the doorway close behind us as we passed through, but at the same time I could also tell that I could get us back just as easily.

The first thing I noticed, as I returned my focus to the here and now, was the smell of dozens of flowers and blooming plants. The second thing I noticed was the aroma of sex, however minor. The third thing was the sound of feminine moans, but they were laced with frustration.

But the most terrifying thing was the knowing grin on Harley's face, "Ah know what Red's doing~."

With that little sing song, Harley skipped forwards, still holding my arm in a death grip and thus pulling me along. Not even a full minute later, she let go of my wrist and raced forwards, with me managing to see her start a cheerleader type cartwheel before I landed face first on the floor.

"PAMMY!" I heard Harley shout, followed by a soft grunt. A look up revealed that A) Harley had landed on Poison Ivy's lap, and B) said florakinetic was completely naked and from the looks of it had been engaged in what some might call "advanced masturbation" using the vines from one of her plants.

Out of both respect and a desire not to do anything to anger her, I averted my gaze and turned around as I maneuvered myself into a sitting position. Keeping my eyes closed, I did my best to give the two lovers a private reunion, trying not to listen in. By and large I was successful. I still overheard bits and pieces, which mostly seemed to be Harley explaining where she'd been, while also telling her about the other members of the Family.

"Want'cha t' join us…" I caught Harley say, her voice growing a little louder. "It'd be like tha' time with Birdy, but all th' time, 'stead o' a one-off."

I blinked, that last sentence throwing me for a little bit of a loop, but before I could fully process it, something was tapping my shoulder. Turning around, I was surprised to see that while Ivy had covered up, the oversized leaf covering her nethers was nowhere near the amount of cover I'd been expecting. I tried to keep my eyes locked on her green ones, really. But I couldn't help letting my gaze wander down to her perfectly formed curves, especially the two beautiful breasts, still bare to the world. Her skin a vibrant green, perfectly round, her areola a darker, forest green and capped by firm, almost pebbly nipples.

"My eyes are up here," the honey smooth voice of Ivy pulled me from my fascination.

Before I could say anything in my defense, Harley spoke up, "But yer tits're right here." As soon as the words left her mouth, the blonde's hands reached down and began cupping and squeezing Ivy's breasts.

Immediately, the tension that had still been in Ivy's frame relaxed, and she spoke with a whine, "Harleeeyyy…"

"Fuzzy's more like Birdy than Kitty," Harley all but purred as she climbed out of Ivy's lap, maneuvering to sit behind the florakinetic. "We been working on gettin' 'im more comfortable wit' taking th' initiative, but it's a work in progress."

"Fuzzy?" Ivy half asked, as Harley turned her attention to the green skinned woman's nipples.

"It's the chest hair," I answered, no longer able to keep my eyes on her face, with the show that Harley was giving. "I look like a stuffed bear with my shirt off."

A bit of movement drew my eye, and I saw Harley motioning me to approach, even as she lifted up one of Ivy's breasts and leaned over her shoulder to latch onto the nipple. Ivy leaned her head back against Harley's shoulder, letting out a pleased moan as she relaxed even further. Following Harley's unspoken instruction, I approached, taking in the view of the gorgeous women as I did so.

There was a strange look on Ivy's face as I approached, one I didn't recognize, before Harley took her mouth off the breast she was sucking on and said, "Kiss 'er, Fuzzy. She ain't got her knock out lipstick on."

Trusting the blonde jester, I reached out, hands gently cupping Ivy's face. I expected her to say something in protest, or push me away, or her plants to pull me off, but nothing happened. So, I leaned in and caught her lips with my own. Her lips made mine tingle pleasantly, like a peppermint candy, and the way she moaned into the kiss… I admit, I'd had some concerns that Ivy wouldn't be okay with the Family, that she'd insist that Harley was hers. I'm happy that I was wrong.

That was when I got my second surprise. Even with Ivy apparently being okay with Harley bringing in a man and telling her that she'd been with several other women, Poison Ivy opening her mouth almost meekly as my tongue ran across her lips wasn't even on the list of things I expected.

I felt more than saw Harley moving, sliding out from behind Ivy to move behind me. I could have broken the kiss to ask her what she was doing, but her hands pulling my shirt out of my pants then reaching for my belt answered that question. Plus I was enjoying kissing Ivy. Faster than I expected, Harley had me stripped and the leaf that had been covering Ivy's lower half pulled away.

My kiss with Ivy broke, as we both gasped for air, and I glanced down. There, vibrant red against green, was her bush trimmed into a leaf. A poison ivy leaf. Turning to face Harley, I simply raised an eyebrow, nodding my head towards the on the nose pubic hair.

"What? How could I resist?" Harley asked with a cheerful grin, even as Ivy's face turned a different kind of red. In yet another surprise, Ivy pulled her bangs of glorious red hair in front of her face, like an embarrassed school girl in front of her crush. Harley immediately provided her opinion on that, "None o' tha', Red"

Harley reached over, pulling the florakinetic's arms away from her face, and gave Ivy a kiss, the already relaxed woman seeming to melt. In a way that was just as surprising as nearly everything else about this visit had been. Breaking the kiss, Harley pulled Ivy up from the giant plant she'd been sitting on and, holding Ivy's hand, led her to another part of the building. Harley grabbed my own hand with her free one as she passed, hauling me along for the ride. Soon, she'd led us to a bedroom and practically made Ivy pirouette before the redhead all but collapsed onto the bed. Harley let go of my hand and hopped up onto the bed alongside her lover, leaning in and nuzzling and nipping at the woman's neck.

Casting her gaze my way, the still dressed jester grinned and said, "C'mon, Fuzzy. Get up here and show Red a good time."

I needed no further incentive, climbing up onto the bed with them, as Harley leaned in to start whispering to Ivy's ear, while also reaching to pull… when did Harley put one of the chokers into her cleavage? Pushing aside that question for later, I moved between Ivy's legs as my ears picked up what Harley was telling her, "Feel it, Pammy. It changes size to fit every girl he's with so he never, ever hurts them. Yeah, he's such a sweetie he wouldn't try to hurt 'em in the first place but think about it. Think about it fitting just right."

That made me pause, blinking. I'd noticed that my size hadn't caused any problems, none of the girls I'd lain with had had any pain, even the girls in the Coven, but in hindsight it made sense. Pushing that aside as well, I lined myself up with the softly cooing redhead, and slid into her warm, welcoming depths as Harley latched the choker around her neck.

"Thank you, Mistress," Ivy said with a moan as I bottomed out in her.

Bear Sandosen

Poison Ivy moaned as I slid inside her, my length opening her wet pussy as Harley bit and nibbled at the redhead's ear and jawline. She was wet, warm, and so very tight. Not from being small, like Lisa, Cameron, or the girls in the Coven were, but from having the skill and practice in using the muscles of her pussy to squeeze and grip at something inside her. That sort of control I'd only experienced with Nikhol, Lana, and Kara.

I wasn't entirely sure what I expected Ivy to do, but leaning up, capturing my lips in a searing, lust filled kiss while wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me flush against her was not it. She was stronger than I anticipated, with her feet hooked together, it was all I could do just to grind into her, my dick stirring and swirling her insides, but not able to pull back to properly fuck her. Her lips were soft, full, and… the only way I could describe it was that her kiss was like a cuddle under a cozy blanket in front of a fireplace after frolicking through autumn leaves.

"See Red?" Harley purred, her hands slipping between me and the red haired villainess sandwiched between us. "Ain't he good? His cock stretches ya out perfectly, just enough t'really feel it wit'out it hurtin' ya."

I felt Ivy give an agreeing moan into the kiss, as the flower/leaf/bed curled up around us, enveloping the three of us in a pseudo cocoon. As the last of the light cut out, Ivy and I broke the kiss, panting as we greedily sucked in air. Without light, I couldn't see anything but I could still feel Ivy's sweat slick skin against me; feel Harley's hands as one pinched and teased one of Ivy's nipples as the other went down to trace where I was buried inside Ivy.

"You…" I heard Ivy pant out, even as I tried to pull back even a little without success. "You were right… Mistress. I needed… need this."

I felt Harley move, and heard her whisper something into Ivy's ear, before the green skinned woman loosened her grip on my hips ever so slightly. Barely, but it was enough for me to start actually thrusting into her. She let out a quiet gasp as I pushed into her, which faded into a sigh as I pulled back. Her hips met mine, meeting my thrusts with her own in what little space we had.

Ivy's hands slid around my back, her fingers digging in, to the point I wouldn't be surprised if she drew a bit of blood. Her front lifted up, her head coming to rest on my shoulder as she continued with her gasps and sighs. Before I felt her teeth bite down, hard, on the meat of my shoulder and a loud, pleasured scream tore its way out of her. At the same time, her pussy clamped down on me, and her grip, both with her arms and legs, tightened to the point I was having difficulties breathing.

"Ya like tha' Red?" cooed the almost smug Harley, the hand tracing where we were joined moving to tease and play with Ivy's clit. "Jus' think how it'll feel when he cums, his spunk fillin' ya up, 'till it oozes out cause there's no more room."

Ivy let out a whine, her torso rippling as she rode out her orgasm, before she finally fell back. Light flooded back in as the plant bed unfurled, and I was treated to the sight of an utterly exhausted looking Poison Ivy resting against Harley Quinn. Who promptly turned Ivy's head so they could kiss. Even with all the things I'd seen thus far, that was still one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. I couldn't help it, I hilted myself in Poison Ivy and came.

One jet, two, three, again and again I came inside her, filling her to the point that, like Harley had teased, it was coming out because there wasn't any more room. Part of me wondered if I should have dialed back the settings on how much cum I was producing, but it was too late now. Ivy went even more limp than she had already been, as Harley broke the kiss and looked at me with a grin that was half satisfaction and half pure lust.

"C'mon over here, Fuzzy. Let Red clean ya up," the gorgeous blonde said, taking her hand off Ivy's breast to crook her finger in a 'come hither' gesture.

I gave a quick glance to Ivy, to see if she would protest, but instead, she just met my gaze with her own smoky, half lidded one. My dick twitched inside her, and upon seeing her bite on her lower lip, I was out of her pussy and making my way to her head as fast as I could. Harley, on the other hand, slid out from under Ivy and crawled down until she was directly over the redhead's womanhood, her own directly above Ivy's head.

Ivy reached out, one hand wrapping around me and guiding me to her warm, inviting mouth while the other curled around Harley's leg to begin teasing at her slick pussy. I closed my eyes, saving the feeling of Ivy's lips around my length, her tongue sliding over me as she tasted our mixed cum. I wasn't paying much attention to what Harley was doing, the angle we were at meant that even if I looked I wouldn't see much more than her (admittedly lovely) back, but whatever it was, it made Ivy let out muffled whines around my cock.

I looked down, seeing the pleased, almost lost look on Ivy's face as she came from Harley's ministrations. Deciding to give her a break, I pulled out of Ivy's mouth, only to slide into Harley. Harley jerked up, surprised, as I hilted myself in her, before bringing my hand down to give her ass a swat that sent it bouncing.

"Another one, Fuzzy," Harley said with a moan, as she buried her face back into Ivy's muff. I obliged, giving her a spank on the other cheek, as Ivy leaned her head up and began running her tongue along both me and Harley. The way the meat of Harley's ass rippled as my hand connected with it… it was hypnotizing, so I did it again, sending both cheeks bouncing, drawing a louder moan from her.

I reached up, slipping my hands under the cheerleader top Harley was wearing to grab onto her breasts as I increased the pace of my thrusts. All while Ivy continued licking both of us, and Harley continued to drive the redhead wild…

"Well, that was more fun than I was anticipating coming here," I mused as I relaxed on Ivy's plant bed. Harley was curled against my side, while Ivy was cuddling against her.

"Told ya," Harley said with more than a little smugness in her voice as she ran her fingers through Ivy's hair. Turning to look at the woman nuzzling her face into Harley's breast, she continued, "Red, think ya could get Selina t'look after the place?"

"Yes, Mistress," Ivy responded, her voice full of happiness and contentment. "She'll be glad to hear that you're no longer missing. I also need to decide which seedlings to bring."

"If I can make a suggestion," I interjected, "some heavy oxygen producers wouldn't be a bad idea. Having them on the ship would be most welcome."

"Some o' your special seeds too," Harley chimed in, before a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Pack the 'friendly' ones."

I knew there was something significant about the way that Harley said the word friendly, but I decided that I didn't want to know. Instead, I simply said, "We can dedicate a room or three to whichever of your babies you decide to bring."

"Thank you, Darling," Ivy said as she reluctantly rose from Harley's embrace to move to a different part of the building.

Harley's head fell back against my shoulder, and I wrapped an arm around her and hugged her close. The blonde snuggled in closer, letting out some adorable noises as she did so. In the distance, I could hear Ivy speaking, presumably on the phone, but she was too far and too quiet for me to make out the precise words she was using.

I suppose that what happened next shouldn't have been that surprising, but having the catsuit clad form of a certain thief drop into the room from seemingly nowhere still caught me off guard. I glanced down, and I was pretty sure Harley's leg was covering everything. Before things could get too awkward, a leaf lifted off the bed and covered both my and Harley's lower halves. Just in time too, as the woman who could only be Catwoman turned to face Harley and I.

"Harley, who is this?" Selina asked, her voice hard and suspicious.

"My name's Bear," I answered. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but I'm pretty sure you know where it's been."

My attempt at levity didn't seem to amuse her, the backlit, white lenses that hid her eyes boring into me. Ivy re-entered the room, dressed in a white, fluffy bathrobe and carrying another. She tossed the spare bathrobe towards us, and Harley easily reached up and caught it without looking, before stepping up behind Selina and giving the woman a hug.

"That was fast," Ivy commented.

"I was in the area anyway," Selina responded, not taking her eyes from me. "The hell is going on? Who is this? Where's Harley been and how did this guy kidnap her?"

"We're on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan!" Harley gleefully declared as she slipped on the robe.

"…what?" was Selina's understandable response.

"We haven't been to that universe yet, Harley," I chided with a chuckle, before turning to Selina. "Long story short, we were both 'kidnapped' by the same entity, a little g goddess, and given a mission to form a coalition to save the omniverse."

"High level Justice League bullshit, basically," Ivy chimed in as she stepped away from Selina to give Harley a kiss.

"Not this Justice League, but I suppose that's a simpler way to put it," I allowed with a shrug. She'd been having rooftop romps with Batman long enough that she should have heard about other realities by this point. This shouldn't leave her shell-shocked.

Her response was to pinch her nose and mutter, "I need a fucking drink."

"Ya know where the good stuff is, Kitty," Harley said between kisses with Ivy.

A few minutes later, I had my pants back on and was sitting with the cat burglar holding a glass of some sort of honey/brown booze as Ivy and Harley rather noisily 'caught up' in the covered bulb-bed. The drink, if I had to describe it, tasted like a mix of chocolate liqueur and mead, and came in an unlabeled bottle.

"We weren't planning on asking you to join us," I said as I took a sip of the booze.

"So Ivy said," Selina answered as she poured her second glass. "You want me to play plantsitter while the three of you go galavanting across other Earths, fighting Crime Syndicates and Justice Lords, and that sort of crap that's too fucking big."

"It's a bit worse than that, but we're not going to be on the front lines," I said. "We're the ones doing the diplomatic work in getting the defenses set up. Basically we're going to the people who will be on the front lines and doing support work and recruiting them."

"So I suppose you want me to call Batman and the Just…" she trailed off as I shook my head. "Why the hell not?"

"We've already working with a version of the League, one that's still on their satellite. In 1980, for that matter," I answered, taking another drink. I wasn't much of a drinker, but this blend was starting to grow on me.

"1980?!"

"Look, I'm not expecting you to keep secrets from someone known as The World's Greatest Detective, but your version is too paranoid for us to trust him at our backs. Our group includes Dark Ladies of the Sith and a gynoid designed for infiltration and assassination, consider what that means and tell me that he'd be okay with it."

Selina stared at me, before tossing back her glass and quickly refilling it. Thus proving my point. Chuckling, I continued, "What this visit comes down to is that Harley needs Ivy and Ivy needs Harley. With Ivy coming with us, they won't be apart again. As… angry and justifiably suspicious as you've been, it's still good to meet one of Harley's friends. Take care of yourself, and if possible see about talking the pointy-eared grouch into some therapy before he burns out. Assuming he hasn't already."

If the amused look that Selina sent me was a bit confusing, what she said next nearly made me choke on my spit in surprise, "He left on his honeymoon with Wonder Woman two days ago."

Bear Sandosen

The sight that we arrived at when I flexed that new, world-hopping muscle was both surprising and very arousing. Pointed in our direction as the bared, naked ass of Lana, the pale, creamy expanse of her back on full display. Under her, was the equally naked but rope bound form of Hyacinth, her legs tied open and her arms tied behind her back. It was hard to see from this angle, but I was pretty sure that based on their positions that Lana had one of her breasts in Hyacinth's mouth, while her hand teased the younger woman's pussy with her hand.

"Who is our guest?" Lana's smooth voice asked, more than a hint of her enjoyment at Hyacinth's treatment of her breast in her voice. "And will you be joining us?"

As she spoke, I could feel her using the Force to undo my belt. It was an invitation that I couldn't refuse, and one that both Ivy and Harley were happy to accept, if the way they were undressing was anything to go by. I pulled my shirt over my head, as Lana pushed my pants down before I stepped out of them. My length was already hardening just from the view as we arrived, and by the time I made the few steps up to Lana, I was at full mast. Reaching out, I cupped Lana's ass with one hand while running the other along Hyacinth's thigh.

Ivy and Harley soon walked up to join me, Ivy trailing a hand along my back, before climbing up onto the bed and laying on either side of Hyacinth. Lana lifted her front up, bringing her back against my chest as she reached an arm around the back of my head and met my lips in a kiss. From the corner of my eye, I saw Harley catching Hyacinth in a kiss of her own as Ivy leaned in to pinch, grope, and suckle at the teen's still growing bust.

Lana looked down at the grouping beneath her, before doing a double take, "Did you and Harley bring Lily Potter back from the dead?"

"Wait, what?!" I asked, flabbergasted. I took another look at Ivy, and it suddenly dawned on me that at a glance, from what little I knew of her, Poison Ivy and Lily Potter had similar features.

Harley broke the kiss with Hyacinth, a wicked grin on her face as she said, "Ya hear that Red, give yer baby girl some lovin', show yer daughter how ya feel."

I have to admit, the incestuous dirty talk was more appealing than I'd anticipated. Something that Lana seemed to notice, if the way she ground her rear into my dick was anything to go by, along with the mischievous look on her face as she said, "Well, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to fuck me, Daddy?"

There was no way I could resist her when she asked like that, so I gripped my length and slid inside her tight pussy. Lana moaned as she leaned over Hyacinth, her hand idly tracing designs over the teen's belly.

"Not that this wasn't fun," I began as the five of us used the Yamato's communal showers after the impromptu orgy that ended when I came inside Hyacinth five minutes prior. "But I am curious why Hyacinth's on the Yamato. Did something happen?"

Lana chuckled as Hyacinth blushed under the shower head. I waited patiently, and after a few moments, Hyacinth answered, "You remember the caveats for the ritual we did? Well… the thing is…"

"Your relations with dear Hyacinth and Luna resulted in their seeding," Lana answered for the tongue tied teen. Lana's word choice was odd, but I was pretty sure I understood.

"You're pregnant?" I asked for clarification.

Hyacinth took a deep breath, and nodded. I stood there, in stunned silence. I… I honestly didn't know if I'd be a good dad, let alone with what we were getting ourselves into with the oncoming Crisis. But, I pushed that aside for the moment, because I'd been quiet for a little bit, and Hyacinth was starting to look worried. I walked out from under the shower head I'd been standing under, and pulled her into a hug.

Almost instantly, she returned the hug and buried herself into my chest. There wasn't anything sexual about it, despite our nakedness and the fact that we could feel everything about the other. The hug was soon turned into a group hug as Lana, Harley, and Ivy all joined in.

"So will this make me an auntie or a grandma?" Harley chimed in, the grin on her face audible in her voice.

The opening that Harley gave me with that was too good to pass up, "More of a GILF, really."

Harley and Hyacinth both giggled at that, though Hyacinth's was more of a hiccup, and we slowly extracted ourselves from the group hug. Full introductions, and establishing that despite the initial confusion Ivy was not in any way a blood relative of Hyacinth, followed immediately after.

Of the rest of the Family, only Cameron and Taylor were currently on the Yamato, and messages were sent to the rest currently on Earth, telling them that we'd grabbed Harley's Ivy. Nikhol sent a rather interesting reply, saying that she was with Tonks and that the metamorph was quite insistent on talking to us. As a group.

Harley waved it off, saying that she wanted a little bit more time to "catch up" with Ivy and get her plants situated. I left them with a reminder to clean up after themselves, knowing that they'd be christening basically every wall and room on the ship.

We eventually arrived at Grimmauld Place to be greeted by an amused Nikhol and concerned Sirius. Who promptly led us to the den/office/whatever the main socializing room was called where Tonks was. Her current state of being, well…

"Just how much have you had to drink?" I asked her as she tossed back an amber colored drink before letting out a belch (judging from the small burst of flame, I'm guessing her poison was firewhiskey).

"How many bottles are here?" she asked in response, her voice surprisingly clear for how much she had to have gone through.

I looked around, "Three, all of which are empty."

"Then that's how much I've had," she replied before muttering under her breath, "Fuckin' Ministry."

I glanced over to Sirius, who just shrugged and whispered, "No idea, she just showed up and started tossing back the firewhiskey."

"A bloody murderer walked, and I was fucking suspended!" she snapped, her hair shifting between various shades of red. "What's the point of being an auror if all it takes is a name and a small purse to ignore the law?!"

I shared another glance with Sirius, before hesitantly asking, "Context, please?"

Tonks glared at nothing, before seeming to deflate and slumping into a chair, "Fuck professionality, I'm done with the whole bloody Ministry. I grabbed a murderer the other night, Robert Applewood, killed a witch who'd been staying at a shelter in Muggle London. I caught him standing over the body, which looked like someone tried to reenact Jack the Ripper, the spell residue on the body matched with the Priori Incantatem on his wand, it was as open and shut as it gets. The closest thing he had to a defense was 'it was just some mudblood whore who walked down the wrong alley, no great loss.'

"Not only do I find out today that he was released on account of 'insufficient evidence', but I'm also placed on suspension for 'unbecoming conduct of an employee of the Ministry'. Since when is doing my fucking job unbecoming conduct?!"

With the last, shouted words, Tonks grabbed one of the empty bottles and hurled it at the wall with all her strength. Not the wall that Sirius and I were standing by, fortunately. Slumping back into the chair, Tonks murmured, "I can't do it anymore. I can't try to uphold the law if it's going to always be ignored."

Making a mental note to have Cameron take a look into Robert Applewood, I walked up to Tonks, gently pulled her up out of the chair, before wrapping my arms around her in as comforting a hug as I could manage. She returned the hug somewhat stiffly, but after a minute or two I could feel her chest heave, as she struggled to maintain her composure. That's when another pair of arms joined the hug, and I saw Taylor's familiar hair in the corner of my vision.

That was the last straw, Tonks broke down, sobs wracking her frame. Neither Taylor nor I said anything, just letting Tonks pour out the raw deluge of emotions she'd been feeling. My shirt was utterly soaked, but I didn't mind. Taylor and I maintained our hug for the next ten, fifteen minutes, until Tonks, emotionally drained, started snoring. With some help from Sirius, we got the metamorphmagus into a bed to sleep it off, before heading down to the dining room.

"So, was it always that bad?" I asked Sirius.

"Worse, believe it or not," he responded, flopping into a chair. "Back when James and I were Aurors, things were getting to the point that it was a coin flip if even a purse snatcher would still be behind bars by the end of the shift. The fact that it took a few days means that things have gotten better, but I don't blame her if she's serious about not continuing. Hard to support a system when it betrays your trust time and again."

Further conversation was cut off by the sound of the Floo in the next room, and to my surprise Mr. and Mrs. Weasley entered. They glanced around and asked, "Is Hyacinth here? Hedwig arrived with a letter asking to speak to us."

"She's in the library," Taylor answered, a moment later saying, "she'll be here in a moment."

"Spelling with bugs?" I asked, to which she nodded.

"Nikhol's also in the library, I'll be with her. There were some things I wanted to talk to her about anyway," Taylor said, standing and departing.

I couldn't help but notice the wide berth the Weasley parents gave Taylor, which I suppose made sense, given how to my knowledge there wasn't a spell or ritual that could kill a person from three blocks away without having a piece of that person as a focus. Given the public manner in which Taylor dispatched MacNair, it was outside the context of what they were used to being capable of with magic, and it had been confirmed by multiple individuals that Taylor didn't have a lick of it.

Hyacinth arrived a minute later, her clothes just a touch out of place and a fading blush on her cheeks (given she'd been with Nikhol, I assumed the Lady of the Sith had been having some fun with her). Upon seeing Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the last Potter took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Harry dear, is something the matter?" Mrs. Weasley asked, concerned.

"No," she answered, glancing at Sirius and I before visibly steeling herself and saying, "I'm pregnant."

Both glares (one from Mrs. Weasley and the other from Sirius) sent my way were somewhat expected, though thankfully one only lasted a moment before Mrs. Weasley turned her attention back to Hyacinth.

"Oh, sweety. Are you happy?" the Weasley matriarch asked, even as she moved up and pulled the young mother-to-be into a warm, but not smothering, hug.

"I can't remember being happier," Hyacinth replied without hesitation, returning the embrace.

"Would you like me to arrange a meeting with my Healer? Poppy is wonderful, but pregnant witches aren't her speciality, and you need to be careful with yours since you're so young."

"I think I'd like that," Hyacinth agreed, and I felt a previously unknown weight lift off my shoulders. She was young, and even with advanced medical aid women sometimes died during childbirth. So the knowledge that Mrs. Weasley knew a Healer that specializes in pregnant witches was a relief.

Robert Applewood

I kept my eye out for a figure that stood out, that looked out of place. It was something I'd figured out while still at Hogwarts, but it made perfect sense: mudbloods stood out, regardless of if they were in the Wizarding World or the Muggle one. Their Muggle childhoods meant they'd never properly fit in with Wizarding Society, even after seven years being dumped in it, and their time away from it during their teens meant they lost the ability to truly fit in if they tried to return to the Muggle World. Really, I was doing the mudbloods a favor, ending their constant search for a place to belong.

Despite my justifiable dislike for mudbloods and their constant attempts to force Wizarding culture to conform to them, without any attempt at understanding the society they were entering, I wouldn't say that I hated them, nor would I ever consider joining You-Know-Who. Hate was too powerful a word for my thoughts on them, and You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters killed far more purebloods than they did mudbloods. For all their claims of supporting blood purity, Wizarding Britain had lost more family lines to them in the few short years they'd been active than it had since before Grindelwald.

I was pulled from my thoughts as I spotted a woman that had to be a mudblood. The way she adjusted her robes as she walked out of Quality Quidditch Supplies was simply the most obvious sign, but a dozen different minor details all came together to practically scream that she didn't belong. It was a shame about her blood, her blonde hair and golden eyes were quite fetching. Had she come from a proper background, she'd have made whichever wizard she chose to wed quite the lucky bastard.

Depending on how this went, I might spare her. Something no one seemed to want to admit was that we needed to be having more children, our population had been decimated by the two world wars in the last century, even without taking You-Know-Who into account. If she showed enough power, then I had some darts laced with Draught of Living Death on the ready. I had a few other mudbloods tucked away that I and a few others had gotten pregnant, and thus far it seemed that the Aurors had no clue about them. The children, once they'd been weaned, would be quietly gifted to wizarding families that needed children and knew better than to ask questions, they'd be raised in Wizarding Culture, and over a long enough period of time, our population decline would slow. At least until some others could gain enough status in the Wizengamot and start drafting proposals and laws to encourage families to have more children.

Shaking my head, I refocused and followed the blonde mudblood out of Diagon Alley, into Muggle London. The first time I'd done this, I'd stood out worse than mudbloods did in Diagon, but I'd studied, I'd learned, I'd thrown out every useless piece of knowledge that I'd learned in Muggle Studies and taken the time to discover what I needed to do in order to properly hunt.

Now, after four years, I'd gotten this down to a near art. As the mudblood entered an alleyway, I silently threw up an Anti-Muggle Ward, as well as Anti-Apparation and Anti-Portkey wards. Following her in once the wards were set, I froze as I felt something press against the small of my back.

"Keep walking," a voice hissed in my ear, and I did so. This close to the wards I'd set up, whoever the speaker was, they were definitely not a Muggle, and from the voice I could tell they were a woman. The blonde I'd been following stared at me with a look of disgust, like she was my better.

"Glad as I am to get this over with, I am unsure how to feel about him deciding I was the bait worth biting," she said, before a third voice spoke up.

"No sign of anyone else following him," the voice, younger but still feminine, said.

"Good, now to pry each and every secret from his miserable skull," the first woman said, and I immediately threw up my admittedly mediocre Occlumancy barriers. They didn't help. All I could do… was scream

Bear Sandosen

"Somebody get me a raw egg, two shots of tabasco, salt, pepper and a blasting curse to my head," Tonks groaned as she shuffled into the dining room, hand shielding her eyes and rubbing at her head.

"Sounds like a perfect time to test the smoke detection wards," Sirius all but shouted, making the metamorph wince in pain. Her response was to almost absentmindedly point her want in Sirius's direction. With a swirl of light and color, the Black head was replaced by a froo-froo chihuahua, prompting amused snorts and indignant yips. Tonks practically poured herself into a seat, resting her forehead against the plate in front of her as her pink pixie cut turned a dull brown and grew to the point it completely covered her face.

"I'd say someone needs some hair of the dog," Lisa stage whispered to me, getting a single raised finger from the witch.

I chuckled, quietly, and in the same volume asked, "She's already got a yapping rat-dog running around the room, why would she want to shave it for its hair?"

The raised finger from Tonks shifted to be aimed at me, moments before Mrs. Weasley placed a mug of coffee in front of the hungover witch. A hand reached out, grabbed the mug and slid it under the mass of hair. The slow slurping sounds emanating from behind the hair curtain was not loud enough to drown out Lisa's sudden fit of giggles.

"Everything alright dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"She looks like Cousin It!" Lisa said with a cackle, losing the fight against her amusement and falling out of her chair as she laughed.

"I am too hungover to bother responding to that," Tonks said blearily, as she sat up straight and tossed back whatever coffee was left in the mug.

"Some of the stuff you talked about last night," I said, seeing some semblance of life in her again. "Anything we can do to help?"

Tonks sighed, rubbing her temples before answering, "I wasn't just drunk when I said I was done. I'll be putting in my notice later today, but there's something I'd been thinking about for a couple weeks even before the shit with Applewood."

"Dog sitting?" Lisa cheekily asked, pointing to the still transfigured Sirius. Tonks snorted, as Sirius gave what was probably supposed to be a growl. "Bad dog! No treats for you!"

Chihuahua-Sirius started yipping at Lisa, bouncing on the seat while doing so. I snorted, "I'm not a Norse god and thus don't have All-Speak, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't complimentary."

Tonks rolled her eyes, forcing the transfigured Sirius onto his back and idly scratching at his belly, before answering Lisa's question, "While he's better than most of my extended family, no. I can't stay in Wizarding Britain, and the rest of the Wizarding World isn't much better. After Harley and Taylor… can I come with you?"

"What about your family? Friends?" I asked.

"Pretty much all my friends're in the Order, wasn't really close with anyone in my Hogwarts days," Tonks said, wincing as some light reflected into her eyes. "I'll tell Mum and Dad once my head stops feeling like the inside of a circus tent. But I moved out years ago, s'not like I'm still under their roof."

"Do you want someone to go with you? For support?" I asked as I reached over and put my hand on top of Lisa's before she could pick up a knife and use it to reflect more light at the hungover woman. She paused, considering, before sighing and nodding. Nothing else was said during breakfast, as food was devoured and a provided potion to dull the hangover was downed.

A quick discussion later, and it was agreed that Kara would be going with Tonks to break the news to her parents that she had quit the Aurors and would be going on something of a "world tour" with us. Just how much detail Tonks planned to share I didn't know, but I trusted Kara's judgment on how much.

Kara Zor-El

The suburb that Tonks brought me to was quiet, peaceful, and had an almost lazy air about it. It was kinda nice. Much nicer than the neighborhood I'd been renting a place in back in Southern California, it didn't have the underlying cutthroat air about it that came from the proximity to Hollywood. Pushing those thoughts aside, I followed Tonks as she made her way to one of the houses and rang the doorbell. Tonks took a deep breath, and I put a hand on her shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze.

The door opened, and a woman who vaguely reminded me of Aunt Lara, but much shorter and with light brown hair, almost immediately stepped out and wrapped Tonks into a hug, "Nym! It's been far too long since you've come to visit. Have you been eating right? Who's this lovely lady? Come in, come in, I just finished preparing lunch, let me get your father."

I followed after Tonks, her mother shutting the door behind me, before making her way to a set of stairs and all but running up them. Tonks turned to me and said, "Dad's an author, has a pair of expensive noise canceling headphones he uses while writing so she's going to make sure he comes down instead of hoping he'll hear her through them."

A minute or two later, Tonks' parents both came downstairs, her father a tall, somewhat lanky man who greeted us with a soft smile and a hug for his daughter. Tonks leaned into the hug, some tension bleeding from her shoulders, before they broke apart and he turned to me, his eyes running up and down as he took me in.

He turned back to Tonks and said, "I can't tell you how happy we are that you trust us enough to bring your girlfriend home with you."

I blinked and Tonks' hair turned red, before she said, "Much as I hate your teasing, I've had a really shitty last few days at work and Kara volunteered to be moral support, that's it."

The hint of a teasing grin disappeared from their faces, as Tonks' father wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to the sitting room. Tonks' mother made her way to the kitchen and brought out some mugs filled with steaming tea. Setting a mug in front of everyone, she asked, "What's wrong Nym?"

"I can't do this anymore, Mum," Tonks said after a moment, her voice and body language screaming exhaustion. "I can't stay in the Ministry anymore. In England anymore. I can't deal with fucking Fudge and the pureblood trash."

Tonks' father didn't say anything, simply standing up and pulling his daughter into a hug as she began to cry, the torrent of emotions that she'd been bottling up, the frustration, the sense of pointlessness, all of it, finally bursting free. Tonks' mother soon joined, running her hand through her daughter's hair, humming some tune I didn't recognize. I rubbed my hand against Tonks' back as she cried herself out, and a few minutes later her heart rate steadied, her breathing slowed, and she was quite obviously asleep, the emotional rush crashing. After getting her settled into the guest bed, Tonks' parents sat across from me in the sitting room, the tea long since cooled.

"So, how much of what she's planned has our daughter told you? Because while she may have been in Hufflepuff, I know her well enough to know she has at least the basics of a back up plan," Tonks' father asked.

"She actually asked if she could join me and my extended pseudo-family group as we travel," I answered honestly. "It's a long and complicated story, but basically we have access to the ability to travel to places that she'd never get to see or experience otherwise, and some of us have become pretty close to your daughter during our time here. We just wanted to make sure that she told you before we left in a few weeks."

The two parents digested what I told them, before glancing towards the direction of the guest room, where Tonks was asleep. Turning back to me, Tonks' mother spoke next, "So who is our daughter dating?"

I couldn't help but wonder how they'd react if I told them her girlfriend was Skitter.

Kara Zor-El

"I wouldn't call it dating," I eventually said after smashing that morbidly curious thought about telling them Tonks was 'dating' Skitter. "But out of all of us, your daughter's closest with Harley and Taylor."

"How many are there in your extended family, as you put it?" the sole male Tonks asked.

Taking a moment to count them, I said, "Nine, including myself. Taylor's the youngest, at sixteen. Harley's the unofficial shrink of the group, making sure we're all in a good headspace, and her girlfriend Pam just joined up. The only other serious couple in the group are Nikhol and Lana. The other two women are Cameron, the closest thing we have to a techie, and Lisa, who befriended Taylor when she was in a bad space. Bear's the only man in the family, and he's been nothing but supportive to all of us."

I didn't feel the need to talk about the Coven right now, it was going to be complicated enough explaining it to them as it was. They clearly wanted more details, so I took a moment to think about how to answer, "Taylor is… intense. But reserved. When she wants to be, she's humorous and sensual, but really the best way I can think to describe her is someone who's walked through the fire."

[Elsewhere]

"I'll take these, these, and… these," Taylor mused aloud as she placed the trio of sealed glass habitats on the store counter.

"Are… are you sure? Those are Egyptian Tomb Scarabs, Amazon Nightshade Leeches, and Alaskan Bone Burrowers. Any one of them is lethal if not carefully managed, and all three are explosive breeders if you take your eyes off them," the shopkeeper in Knockturn Alley warned.

"I'm sure," Taylor assured, showing the grin that she'd been practicing from Harley. The kind that the psychiatrist had picked up from her ex. The shopkeeper, rather wisely, decided that he didn't want to know and rang up her purchases.

"That'll be two galleons, six sickles, and twenty knuts," if a random muggleborn wanted to get herself killed with the sort of creatures that would make that Hagrid fellow hesitate, that wasn't his business.

[Tonks Residence]

"Harley is… eccentric would probably be the best word for it. But she's a brilliant psychiatrist, and has taken a pseudo maternal role with the rest of us. Her girlfriend, Pam, is a gardener and horticulturist."

[Elsewhere]

"An' that's da Whompin' Willow!" Harley said with a grin as she pointed to the tree on the Hogwarts grounds.

"So angry, who hurt you, baby?" Ivy cooed as she approached the unusually aggressive tree. Only to blink as she felt out the source of the willow's need to attack. It wasn't what she'd been expecting, instead of lashing out because of pain, it lashed out because that was what it did. Water was wet, and whomping willows hit things. Intrigued, Ivy couldn't help but muse, "I wonder if I can get a cutting."

"Fuzzy says there's a knot at the base that makes it stahp whompin'."

Ivy saw the knot, and easily picked up a convenient stick and pressed on the knot. The sensations and emotions coming from the tree as it stilled made the florakinetic woman chuckle, "It feels like a dog kicking its leg."

"Well, ya did play with its knot. I knew ya were a 'knotty' girl," Harley said with a grin as she walked up with a pot full of dirt.

The two women had a cutting taken and planted in the pot in a few short minutes, before taking it back to the others they'd taken from a selection of the more interesting plants they'd gotten from the school's greenhouses.

[Tonks Residence]

"Lisa is a people person, even if she's a bit… rough around the edges, she means well. She's fiercely protective of the people in the family, so she'll be a sweetheart to your daughter."

[Elsewhere]

"…worthless piece of shit with your 'woe is me' attitude! You latched onto the first person to show you even a hint of kindness, convinced yourself that you loved her, and couldn't take it when she didn't return your 'love'. You weren't a victim, your need to get one over and hurt James Potter put you in the path of a transformed werewolf.

"But that wasn't good enough, now was it? You just had to keep escalating. For fuck's sake, you tried to kill him in that arguement where you called your supposed 'beloved' a mudblood. What did you think would happen if he hadn't blocked that cutting curse you used? He would have, at absolute best, have his neck ruined to the point that he'd never talk again, and that's assuming he had medical attention as soon as it connected.

"That's all ignoring what you said when Lily's daughter was nearly gangraped by her cousin! You're a bitter, selfish, egotistical little man that when he didn't get what he wanted, joined up with the people who hated her."

[Tonks Residence]

"Cameron is young, but she knows more about technology and the human body than anyone I've ever met."

[Elsewhere]

Cameron didn't speak as she placed the scalpels in the sink and began to clean them. Rubbing alcohol was used to sterilize the sharpened blades, before the machine disguised as a young woman turned to face the restrained and gagged form of Robert Applewood.

"Dilated eyes. Increased perspiration. Trembling muscles. Elevated respiration. Elevated heart rate. You are terrified of me," the Terminator said aloud as she approached. "You should be."

Lana's use of the Force had obtained all he knew about his operations hunting muggleborns like a modern day Jack the Ripper, but there were other things they needed to know. Cameron knew more about the human body, and how to manipulate it, than any doctor or medical expert alive. She knew ways to make people share things they wouldn't share with even their closest friends or family. Such as, in Applewood's case, who paid for his early release.

[Tonks Residence]

"Lana spent time in military intelligence, and helps keep the rest of us in line. She's easily the most calm and stable of us."

[Elsewhere]

"I am sure you have heard of the Cruciatus," Lana mused as she examined the animal shown in the video. Even by her much wider experiences with the different paths evolution could take, it was odd. "Did you know that your planet has an animal whose venom produces similar effects? It lives in the continent known as Australia, the oceans around which are home to an octopus with a paralytic venom so potent that a single, often painless bite could kill up to twenty six adults. Most fascinating about them: not a single spark of magic to be found in either. Let's see how difficult duplicating their venom with the Force will be, shall we?"

Robert Applewood didn't answer, only suffered as the Sith Lord's test subject.

[Tonks Residence]

"Nikhol is the researcher and easily the strongest in terms of raw power. She has a love and drive for knowledge that can be… unsettling at times. So yes, if she'd gone to Hogwarts, she'd have been in Ravenclaw."

[Elsewhere]

"Your offering is greatly appreciated, rest assured that I will put your young to good use. Taylor will enjoy them once they hatch," Nikhol said with a wide grin, walking away from the smoking, twitching corpses of the acromantula nest in the Forbidden Forest. She'd heard about them even before setting down on the planet, but had decided to wait before procuring eggs to enhance with Sith Alchemy.

Really though, the overgrown arachnids thought they were scary? They thought that mere numbers would be enough to overwhelm her? Well, one less thing for the other denizens of the forest to be concerned about. The giant man would be a blubbering mess, but it was better this way.

"Now, how should I enhance them? Perhaps I should take a look at that sword young Hyacinth mentioned, see if I can draw some insights from it to incorporate into Taylor's present?"

[Tonks Residence]

"Bear is… I guess you could say he's the glue that holds us together. We all enjoy each other's company, but I don't think we'd stay together as a cohesive group without him. More than that, he does his best to support us in our goals. He's our rock."

[Elsewhere]

"We know that Tom will be going after the prophecy, and unless something major has changed, he's still liable to make an attempt on Christmas through Nagini. That's going to be our best chance," Bear mused with the other leaders of the Order. "I suggest having Nikhol guard the Prophecy Room, she'd sense Nagini coming, and even if Tom flees from possessing the snake, she can still remove the soul fragment from it. Lana and Cameron can wait in adjacent rooms to provide extra security, just in case."

"After that, it is simply a matter of either finding Riddle or drawing him out into a public location," Alastor Moody continued with an approving nod. "He's an arrogant, prideful shit, shouldn't be too hard to goad him into overplaying."

"At which point, we hit him with everything at our disposal short of orbital bombardment," Bear finished, before giving a joking smirk. "I rather like Earth, even if you British don't know how to make food that has any flavor in it."

"Sod off, ya bloody Yank," came the equally joking retort from a smirking McGonagall.

[Tonks Residence]

"So, that's our extended pseudo-family," I finished, with a shrug. "We're awkward and fumble about at times, but what family doesn't?"

"Ain't that the truth," Tonks' mother muttered, her gaze briefly going distant.

"Still, you'll look after our girl?" her husband asked, his gaze firm.

"To the best of our abilities, just as she will for us," I returned, meeting his gaze with my own. We held gazes for a minute, before he nodded with a smile.

Cameron

"So, what's this about?" Rhonda asked as the Coven joined us. They'd introduced Bear to some of their friends, and the rest of the Family was in the Room of Requirements, along with the entirety of the Coven, Kara, and Tonks.

"We wished to make an offer, to all of you," Nikhol said, her voice inflected to stir lust, before lifting her neck slightly and tapping on the choker around her neck. "These are more than mere decorative pieces, they symbolize our bond, and offer additional protections and… options during playtime."

"Options?" Hyacinth asked, a blush dusting her cheeks. Slight dilation of pupils, eyes tracing the arch of Nikhol's neck, minutely elevated respiration.

"There was a time that Nikhol, Bear and I played around with them," Taylor began, blushing lightly as she, Lana, and Harley placed a number of additional chokers on a table in the middle of our grouping. "I still can't believe you talked me into that, but they can manipulate our physical ages. However the biggest benefit is the fact that they can halt our menstrual cycle."

With surprising speed, Hermione raced to the table and donned one of the chokers as fast as she could. Seeing the looks of surprise on multiple faces, the scholarly brunette snapped, "What? My periods are terrible and my next one is coming soon. If these can make it so I don't have to deal with the pain again, I don't care what the caveats are, it's worth it."

In short order, the rest of the Coven had followed Hermione's lead, with Tonks and Kara joining shortly after. Once Kara's closed with a quiet latch, Hermione eagerly asked, "So are my periods just gone? Or is there something else I'll need to do first?"

Nikhol smiled, pulling Bear's phone out of her cleavage. With a few swipes and taps, the Sith said, "All done. None of you need to worry about periods again."

"Not that you ever needed to worry about them, Kara," Lana half teased.

That got the new members of the Family to pause before sending curious looks the kryptonian woman's way. The hovering blonde shrugged, "Much as we look alike, humans and kryptonians are different species. Part of that is how our bodies evolved to dispose of unfertilized eggs. Humans shed the womb lining, kryptonian wombs increase the acidity of the inner lining, breaking down the egg. During that period, the inside of my womb is basically coated with stomach acid."

"Lucky bitch," Hermione stage-whispered with an exaggerated pout.

"Umm…" Hyacinth began with a deep blush. "Can I put the phone back?"

Nikhol's smile turned into a smirk some would describe as predatory, as she placed it in the young woman's hand, before leaning over in front of her and using her arms to press her breasts tightly together. As the teen mother-to-be slid the phone between the older woman's breasts with a shaking hand, Nikhol reached out, cupping the back of Hyacinth's head, and pulled her into a fiery kiss. The rest of the day could only be described as, to quote Harley, orgiastic.