"You know where a Whorecrux may be sir?" Harry asked Snape.
"Yes, we know Voldemort has used at least one hooker in Knockturn Alley to create a Whorecrux. Since there's so many around, tracking them may be difficult. The prostitute may not even know she has a Whorecrux inside her. While our magic isn't as powerful as the Loadstone Dumbledore gave you, an order member has gotten distinct traces of a Whorecrux whenever the women of the night begin to congregate at around 7pm." Snape looked at his wrist, which held no watch. Harry wasn't sure if he was mental or if he had a magical invisible watch. "You'll need to go there posing as a customer and watch carefully for any signs the Loadstone is reacting."
"You can count on me sir!" Harry piped. Snape rolled his eyes at his Gryffindor enthusiasm.
Harry wore dark robes with the loadstone tucked next to his chest. His face was partially covered in a long cloak. He strolled the streets trying to act casual, when a pock faced hooker jeered at him.
"Hello lover, looking for a good time?"
The Loadstone didn't move against his chest.
"Maybe next time." Harry considered.
It was getting late in the evening. Several prostitutes had groped him and flashed him their goods. Harry was getting hot. He hoped he'd find the Whorecrux soon.
Hours passed. He was about give up his search when the Loadstone suddenly reacted. He carefully removed it and watched it spin furiously. He eyed the streets. A few women were still out. He noticed one off to the side. She wasn't dressed like the others. She wore a covering over her face. The Loadstone spun and pointed in her direction as Harry moved closer. It must be the Whorecrux!
Harry hid the loadstone and walked to where she stood. Her face was concealed in darkness.
"Need a date wizard?" She began in a low voice. As she turned, Harry's hood opened slightly by a sudden gust of wind. Harry heard her gasp and saw her turn, running for an alley.
Harry chased her. He had been recognized. He couldn't let her get away. She turned down several passageways. Harry struggled to keep up but she obviously knew the area better than him. A thought formulated. He had his invisibility cloak stashed away, as she turned another corner Harry slid it on before he reached the next turn. He continued to follow her, now invisible. After a time the witch slowed, she looked around her and moved at a quick walk down several streets before she entered a seedy motel. Harry followed.
She paid the hotel clerk and walked up a short flight of stairs, entering a dirty room with a cheap mattress on the floor. As soon as she shut the door, Harry grabbed her wrist.
"Let go of me!" She yelled in a strangely familiar voice.
Harry untied his invisibility cloak with one hand while still holding on to her wrist.
"Who are you?" His demanded, shaking her shoulders.
The woman let out a sob and dropped to the mattress. She slowly removed her cloak. Harry saw the plump, dowdy familiar features of...
"Ms. Weasley!!" Harry choked.
"Oh Harry, I didn't want yah to know." She sobbed again.
"You're a hooker?" He asked in shock.
"I've got seven kids Harry. I can't make ends meet. Please don't tell the kids or Arthur." Her eyes pleaded.
Harry was moved by the desperation he saw there. "I-I won't tell anyone." Harry paused. "But how did this happen? When did you...?"
"I'm a career hooker Harry. We were poor when I was a kid but my mum wanted me to go to Hogwarts..." She paused, reliving memories. "Studying was to hard for me, I was no good at it. I dropped out and did the only thing I was ever good at and loved. I've been doing tricks ever since."
"How does Arthur not know?" Harry's mind was still reeling.
"I grew tired of the life Harry. I wanted to settle down and have some babies. Just be supported while I sat and waved my wand around and cooked and cleaned; live the easy life, instead of walking and laying on my back all the time. I saw this good looking bloke outside the ministry. I watched him for a couple weeks before I bumped into him. I told him I was a herbologist. We got married."
"Why didn't you stop then?" Harry accused.
"I did for a while but money was so tough. I knew I wasn't good at anything else. I told him I was working nights digging up plants. I wanted to stop Harry, but Arthur is old fashioned. He doesn't believe in contraceptive spells. More kids just kept popping out... Percy, Ron and Ginny aren't even his." She confessed.
"What?!" Harry exploded.
"It's so nice to let this all off my chest." Molly visibly relaxed.
"Percy, Ron and Ginny...." Words failed him.
"I had to drink a potion during pregnancy so their hair would take on more of a reddish hue. You don't know what I've been through." She said a little self-pitying. "Why were you in the alley tonight anyway Harry?"
Harry sobered remembering his purpose, but could he fuck his best friend's mom?
"Well apparently your lifestyle has led to some problems. Voldemort planted a Whorecrux inside you."
"What! No!" She gasped.
"So you didn't know?"
"Of course not Harry! What kind of person do you think I am?" She chided.
Harry didn't answer directly. "You know what this means don't you? Dumbledore sent me to destroy the Whorecrux's."
"I've heard all about it Harry. I know what must be done. Don't worry about me, I've been fucked by hundreds of different wizards." She patted his hand.
Harry cringed at the thought.
"Shall I fluff you up then?" She asked in the same way she used to ask if he wanted more potatoes at a typical Weasley dinner.
"Sure I guess." Harry muttered. Why couldn't any of the Whorecrux's be someone he didn't know and wasn't completely horrified shagging. He felt like someone was having a laugh at his expense.
Molly removed his robes with the flick of her wand. "You're still a growing boy I see." Molly commented on his penis size.
Harry blushed. "Let me take this potion Snape gave me." He walked to his discarded robes and pulled a potion from his pocket and drank it. Within seconds his penis doubled in size and girth.
"That's a little better, isn't it Harry?" Molly cooed.
Snape told him to stay in the moment, so he didn't come so fast, but it was hard. He had never viewed Ms. Weasley in a sexual light. She was so matronly. He watched her brown hair below him as she moved her lips over his penis.
She began to blow him expertly, bobbing up and down like a rechargeable nail gun while she jacked him like a farmer squeezing a cow's udder. She drooled freely down her mouth like a lobotomized mental patient, sucking Harry's wand like a dementor. He'd never had such a good blow job in his life. Molly was right, this seemed to be a talent of hers. How would he please her enough to destroy the Whorecrux? She must have banged some good blokes before. He wondered if Snape had used her services. It was a little known secret he visited hookers. How could he compete with him? Was he ready?
Harry felt close to bursting at her ministrations. "Molly, stop please. I need to shag you to get rid of the Whorecrux."
"Of course Harry." She said stopping and licking her lips.
Earlier...
"I don't think we should be doing this Ron." Hermione's arms crossed against her chest.
"Look I just want to prove Harry's not so bloody special. I know he's going to look for a Whorecrux tonight. I put a trace on him and when he finds the Whorecrux, we'll get there first and I'll bang her and break the spell." Ron said confidently.
"Snape specifically told you not to go with Harry tonight." Hermione warned.
"Yeah but you 'eard Harry with Dumbledore he said we could help. I haven't done anything yet."
"No offense Ron, but I've had a taste, you're worse in bed than Harry was. You're only going to get in the way."
"I'll bloody show you!" He yelled angrily. "I'm sure I could at least get things going."
"You're an insufferable prat!" She screamed back. "You're a terrible friend and a pervert who's jealous Harry gets to bang some witches and you want in on it. You don't realize all he has to go through for us."
"So you've got stars in your eyes for Harry the Vagina Potter to huh? I should 'ave known the way you follow him around shaking your vagina around him every chance you get."
Hermione stared at Ron in wide-eyed shock. "Go to hell Ron! I'm not helping you, you're on your own."
"I don't need your bloody help anyway." He yelled at her as she stormed off.
Ron waved his wand and followed the Trace on his friend Harry Potter.
Ron hid in the shadows watching Harry. Nothing was happening so he sat down for a moment and accidentally fell asleep. He woke up and quickly followed the Trace. It led to a run-down hotel. Ron noticed a ladder leading upward to the second floor. He climbed up and peeked in an open window. Harry was naked and being orally serviced by a witch. He couldn't see what she looked like from this angle, only her huge ass was in view, but she sure was giving it to him good. Poor Harry, yeah right.
"Well let's get to it then. Are you nervous Harry?" Ms. Weasley asked with matronly concern.
"It's just a little weird, you know. It feels wrong somehow. Your Ron's mum... You're just like my own mum." Harry cast his eyes downward.
"Oh Harry, you're so sweet." Ms. Weasley tongue locked Harry. Nonplussed by what he just admitted.
Ms. Weasley paused and stood back. She slowly removed her clothing. She wore an enormous lacy bra, covering two watermelon sized breasts. Harry couldn't see her knickers since her stretch marked stomach covered them. Her large thighs were hairy as well as her arms.
"I like things natural." She confessed to Harry. "I'm like what you'd call a muggle hippie."
"That's alright." Harry choked.
She removed the rest of her clothing and laid spread eagle on the mattress. Harry could see her wide opening, at least it wasn't as hairy as Twelomy. Though it was long like Hagrid's beard.
Harry knelt and positioned himself at her opening. He gritted his teeth before entering.
"Oh Harry." She groaned.
Harry pumped into her feeling like he was sticking a pen into a fish tank. There was little friction even from the enlargement bottle. Ms. Weasley panted, her large stomach rolling back and forth.
"Call me Ms. Weasley Harry!" She moaned.
"What?" Harry huffed.
"Do it!" She screamed.
"Um... Ms. Weasley, Ms. Weasley." Harry intoned.
Ron's mouth was agape. He was just about to enter the room when he heard Harry shouting... Ms. Weasley? No... it couldn't be.
"Who makes the best Apple Fritters Harry?" Ms. Weasley asked panting.
"You do Ms. Weasley." At his words she grew wetter.
"You like fucking your best friends mum Harry? Talk dirty to me."
"I don't want to say that." Harry cringed.
"Say it Harry!" She commanded.
"I love fucking Ron's mom!" He blurted.
Ron was enraged. He eyed the rounded woman getting pounded. It was his mum! He'd kill Harry Potter! He'd kill him! He had never been so furious in his life. His hands shook and blood filled his head. Harry had done this as some kind of revenge. He knew Harry had always been jealous of him. He didn't think he'd ever get the image in front of him out of his mind if he lived a million years. He was so mortified he couldn't move.
"You like banging the hole your friend came out of don't you Harry? You're girlfriend Ginny to."
Harry felt sick.
"Say it Harry, don't hold back!" She moaned.
Harry closed his eyes. "I like banging the hole Ron and Ginny came out of."
Ms. Weasley's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she orgasmed, washing Harry's legs with juices.
Suddenly Ron burst through the window. He charged at lightning speed towards Harry and put his hands around his throat.
"Ronald! Stop that this minute! What are you doing here?" Ms. Weasley eyed her son. He had a look of madness in his eyes. Harry was gasping for air.
"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!! You like fucking the hole me and Ginny came out of, you sick bastard!" Ron spitted in rage, practically foaming at the mouth.
Ms. Weasley grabbed her wand. "Petrificus Totalis!" She commanded. Ron froze and Harry pushed him away gasping. He stood and looked down at Ron, whose face displayed pure hatred.
"Don't worry about him." Ms. Weasley said soothingly. "Are you alright Harry?"
"I think so." Harry wheezed.
"Ron must have followed you here the git. His dad was a drunkard peg-legged pirate, should have known."
"Ms. Weasley. What's going to happen with Ron hearing all this stuff?"
"Don't worry; I'll take him to get obliviated. I've had to do it before. You don't run around these streets without learning a trick or two."
Harry felt relieved. He didn't want his best friend hating him forever.
Harry examined his loadstone. It didn't spin. The Whorecrux had been destroyed. "It worked!" He said happily, momentarily forgetting about Ron.
"That it did Harry." Ms. Weasley crushed him in a suffocating tit hug.
She eyed him a little longingly. "I suppose that's for the best, then. You will come over for dinner next Thursday won't you Harry?"
"Uh, sure." Harry muttered.
"Alright then, off you go. I have to take care of Ron." Ms. Weasley smiled as she levitated Ron off the ground.
Harry closed the door. His head was swimming after his surreal experience with Ms. Weasley. He had done it though! He was starting to feel positive, the first Whorecrux had been destroyed and he didn't think things could possibly get worse than they'd already been. He needed to report to Dumbledore right away.