"Woah! This place is huge!" Nymphadora marveled as she got her first look at Chateau Black. To her, it looked like a sinister, foreboding structure, and she absolutely loved it.
Harry and Hermione were walking up the path with smiles. Harry was happy because he had missed the older women in his life dearly. Hermione was happy because, as much as she would dearly miss her parents, she was finding a fulfillment in her new family that she hadn't in her previous life. She'd never had friends, never had other people to care for her, and now, she had an entire network of people who loved her dearly. None more so than Darcia.
Darcia was frowning up at the castle, taking it all in before shooting her mother a pout. "Do we have to live here? It's smaller than our manor, where will I put my stuff?"
Tonks wanted to smack Darcia in the back of the head, but there were a good three people between her and her target, so she had to settle for a glare.
"Darcia, your great-grandfather's home is perfectly fine." Narcissa warned.
"I bet he's got all those antiquated old person decorations." Darcia grumbled.
"Better than that gaudy shit you had at Malfoy Manor. I swear, Lucius' greatest crime might have been his design choices." Andromeda interjected.
"But Aunt Andi, father wasn't the one who-"
"That'll be enough!" Narcissa sent her daughter a murderous glare. "You will not make any disparaging remarks about our new home, Darcia! Grandfather is a very serious man, and he will not tolerate disrespect."
Darcia pouted. Harry and Hermione began to rub their mistress' back, while Tonks could only think that for all her growth, Darcia was still a spoiled little brat.
Waiting for them by the door were Bella and Rita, who were looking at Harry with pure hunger written on their faces.
But first, introductions were in order. "Rita, Bella, this is my daughter Nymphadora." Andromeda gestured towards the pink-haired girl.
Bellatrix eyed her niece critically, from her spiky pink hair to her worn out weird sister's t-shirt. Her eyes lingered on Tonks' belly, which she knew was currently growing with Harry's child.
"Andromeda tells me that you run a crime syndicate in the school?"
Rita perked up at this, looking at Nym with a new interest.
Nymphadora blushed. "Crime syndicate is such a nasty word. We don't hurt people or anything… most of the time."
Bella lunged forward and wrapped her niece up in a tight hug, glancing over at her sisters, "Maybe we should convince grandfather to make her the heiress instead."
"Hey!" Darcia whined.
"Let's go inside, shall we? Everyone can get settled and then we can talk about some things." Andromeda said.
As they walked into the house, Bella darted over to Harry, wrapping her arms around him and scooping him up into her arms.
"I missed you so much," she said, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
Harry smiled, returning Bella's hug as they filtered into the house.
They were greeted with the aroma of freshly baked bread. Arcturus had complained all week about his peace and quiet, already strained with the addition of Bellatrix to the house, being disrupted even further with a bunch of little brats running around.
Of course, he was the first person up that morning, baking a big batch of savory cheesy bread and sweet chocolate chip muffins.
When asked, he'd said that if the brats were going to be in his house regardless, he might as well have them test out his recipes.
"Ooh! My pregnancy cravings are going to love it here!" Tonks exclaimed as she almost ran to the table, grabbing a muffin and some cheesy bread in each hand, and scarfing them both down at once.
"So you're Andromeda's little hellion." Arcturus said as he tried not to flinch as the girl barely even savored his meticulously prepared meal, just shoving food down her gullet like it was common slop.
"Mhmm." Nymphadora had the decency to finish swallowing before speaking. "Sup' gramps? Mum said you were a scary bugger back in the day."
Arcturus raised an eyebrow. "And you say you're Andromeda's?" He asked, glancing between Bellatrix and Andi, wondering if there had been some baby-swap shenanigans at birth.
"She inherited my spirit," Bella said with a grin as she plopped down on a seat, dragging Harry onto her lap.
"And you're the boy all these women are obsessing over." Arcturus addressed Harry.
Harry blushed, giving the old man a respectful nod. At least the boy had manners.
"Thank you for letting us into your home, Lord Black." Harry said.
They all sat around the table, and Arcturus' eyes rested on the mini-Narcissa who sat down with a bushy haired brunette in tow.
"And you must be Narcissa's, my heir apparent." Arcturus said as he observed Darcia with a critical eye.
Darcia returned his gaze, holding her nose up in a snooty pose. "Great-Grandfather."
"Well, there is no doubt about your parentage." His eyes drifted over to Hermione, who looked more than a little bit intimidated by the crotchety old man. "You're a muggleborn, aren't you?"
"Y-Y-Yes."
Darcia's grip on Hermione's arm tightened as she and everyone else around the table tensed. Arcturus had changed, but he was still the archest of arch-purebloods; how would he react to having someone of Hermione's blood in his home, even as a slave?
Arcturus nodded shortly. "Did you eat muggle pastries?"
"My parents were dentists. So they didn't allow me to eat too many sweets." Arcturus' face fell. "But there's plenty of recipe books in muggle book stores! We just need to go to London." Hermione added hastily.
That seemed to brighten Arcturus' mood, and soon everyone settled in to eat, talk and rest. The ladies found every chance they could to touch Harry, as much as Bellatrix's iron grip would allow them to, anyways.
It was like they were a real, functional family. Everyone laughed and joked around, Nymphadora teased Darcia, Andromeda worried about Nymphadora minding her belly. Nymphadora and Rita began trading information once Rita discovered just how much dirt the metamorphmagus had on the children of prominent ministry figures. Bellatrix laughed a bit too loudly, and Narcissa and Andi sat back and watched it all with a smile.
Then, the moment passed, and everyone was led around to their rooms.
The girl's rooms were all in the same hallway. Narcissa's was next to Bellatrix's, which was next to Andromeda's. Opposite Andromeda's room was Darcia and Hermione's room, with Nymphadora's being next to it and Rita's 'guest room' (Which she'd basically moved into) next to that one.
Arcturus made no mention of the fact that Harry didn't have his own room. He preferred to just not think about what would be happening under his own roof. His room was all the way on the opposite end of the castle, and he had made it very clear to his granddaughters that he expected no public desecration of his ancestral home.
Before he left them to their wing, Arcturus pulled Narcissa aside. "When are we going to talk to them?"
"Let's do it tomorrow, grandfather, please." Narcissa urged him. "I want them to have this night without any of that plaguing their mind."
"Fine by me, Narcissa." He looked over at Harry, who was being peppered with kisses by both Rita and Bellatrix. "For his sake, I hope Skeeter is right."
Narcissa felt a pang in her chest. "I hope so too."
…
Darcia had no clue which room they'd ended up in overnight, but whichever one it was, it looked like an adult version of their dorm room. Naked women sleeping in all kinds of positions, pussies leaking mixed fluids as they snored contentedly.
The bed had been magically expanded to fit all of them, but even then, it looked crowded. Rita was curled up on the foot of the bed, leaking cum, but from her asshole. Darcia vividly remembered that scene.
…
Rita neighed like a horse as Harry's slick cock pushed into her anus. Her curls bounced as she threw her head back, taking inch after painful inch of Harry's long, thick cock.
"You gonna cry, Skeeter? I knew you couldn't take it!" Bella howled as Rita bit her lip, her eyes growing watery.
When Harry finally bottomed out inside of her, she let out another toe-curling scream, and to everyone's great enjoyment, her cunt discharged a veritable waterfall of fluid.
"I think she took it a bit too well, auntie." Tonks giggled. "Harry hasn't even started moving yet!"
…
It had become very clear very quickly that Nymphadora and her aunt Bellatrix had clicked almost instantly, both being equally as childish. But Tonks was spooning her mother, and the two had definitely had some bonding time last night.
…
Nymphadora was peppering kisses all over her mother's soft body, her hands squeezing and groping wherever her lips missed. Nymphadora captured one of her large breasts in between her lips while her nails raked down to Andi's slightly pudgy belly.
"Oooh Merlin this is so wrong!" Andi yelled as Harry fucked her pussy into next week. She couldn't see much of him with her daughter leaning over her. In fact, the only thing that her eyes could see right now were her teenage daughter's own breasts dangling over her face
Could she really do it? Break yet another taboo?
She raised her head and sucked on Nymphadora's supple breasts, which instantly filled her mouth as her cheeky daughter made them grow rapidly.
Harry drove her to yet another orgasm. Her fluids joined countless many around his godly cock, and she was rewarded, Harry blew his load inside of her! Flooding her aching cunt with more of his seed.
…
On the other end of the bed, Narcissa was spooning Bellatrix, who was hugging Harry tightly. The Black sisters had been a little bit more aggressive in their interactions.
…
"How bout we play hot potato?" Bella teased as she ran her tongue up Harry's shaft, making sure to stare directly into her lover's emerald green eyes as she did so.
"Oh?" Narcissa asked distractedly, much more focused on sucking one of Harry's tennis-ball sized testicles into her mouth while she stroked his shaft.
Harry had his hands on both witches' heads, running his fingers through Narcissa's soft locks and Bella's wild mane.
Bella grinned mischievously. "Whoever's got their lips around his cock when he cums, gets it all."
Narcissa's eyes narrowed. "Fine."
They worked themselves into a frenzy, licking and sucking with newfound desperation. Bellatrix would wrap her lips around Harry's engorged crown, only for Narcissa to push her off and take him as far down her throat as she could make it in one go.
"No fair! You can't put it inside your mouth til he's close!"
Narcissa rolled her eyes, knowing Bella had only made up that rule because she was losing. But she still pulled back before her sister threw a tantrum.
The two Black sister' tongues dueled atom Harry's cock, licking at his sensitive crown, shooting the boy loving doe eyes before they locked lips, keeping his cock between them.
They snogged around him, and Narcissa could feel Harry's load as it began building up on his shaft. He was ready to explode at any moment, and Narcissa knew what Bella would do.
Cissy grabbed her sister by the hair and kept her locked in place just as Bella tried to push her off. Bellatrix let out a childish whine as Harry's cockhead spurted its liquid gold. With neither of their lips wrapped tightly in a seal, Harry's cum went all over, splashing on their faces, lips, up their noses and down their chins, with some lucky spurts actually making it down their throats.
Bella and Narcissa ended up rolling around on the bed in a desperate struggle to lick as much cum off the other as possible.
…
And then, finally. There were her and Hermione, who had ended up squeezed in between all these women. Darcia was face first with Harry's crotch, her slave's crotch, and Hermione was on the other side, looking content as could be.
…
"Breathe, Mione, breathe." Darcia urged.
"Please, you're more nervous than she is, Darcia." Nymphadora joked.
"She's ready, get on with it already. I want my ride."
"You've already had plenty, Bella." Narcissa scolded.
The women were all kneeling in a circle around them. Darcia was holding onto Hermione's hand, squeezing it tight as she looked into the brunette's eyes.
But Hermione wasn't looking at her. She was looking up in wonder as Harry knelt between her legs, slapping his veiny monstrosity against her tiny little quim.
"Are you sure, Hermione?" Harry asked his fellow slave.
Hermione nodded firmly. Darcia felt a small pang of jealousy, but then Hermione turned to face her.
"Mistress… may I kiss you, while Harry makes me a woman?"
Darcia smiled, she smiled in absolute joy as she put her hands around Hermione's face and captured her lips in a kiss.
Harry pushed into the muggleborn's tight, virginal cunt, sliding in slowly as her walls squeezed him for all he was worth.
Hermione had a deathgrip around Darcia's hand. The girl whimpered lightly as Harry deflowered her, and very soon, those whimpers became moans.
Darcia pulled back from the kiss, resting her forehead against Hermione's and whispering 'I love you's' to her slave as Harry drove the girl to the most earth-shattering orgasm of her young life.
…
And so it was that they'd gone well into the wee hours in their debauchery. All of them had ended up being filled, multiple times, and once more, Darcia wondered just what exactly her slave was made of.
He was clearly not just a normal wizard, Boy-Who-Lived stuff aside.
That would be for them to discover later. Right now, she felt sticky and her bladder was full, and she needed to get to the bathroom before everyone else woke up.
…
"I see you decided to sleep in." Arcturus noted.
It was midday when everyone finally decided to show their faces around the Chateau.
If Arcturus had had any doubts about just what these women got around to doing with the boy, they would have been quickly dispelled now. All of these women looked happy, positively glowing, and the boy at the center of it all looked as if he had no clue that it was all thanks to him.
Unfortunately, it was time for reality.
"I don't think we should put this off any longer." He said.
The older women's hearts sank, and the worried looks they shared were not an encouraging sight.
"What's going on?" Nymphadora asked.
Narcissa sighed. Looking at the girls and Harry with troubled eyes. "Remember when you wrote to me, about the pain in Harry's scar?" He asked Darcia.
Darcia nodded stiffly, already dreading where this conversation was headed.
"We looked into it. And… well, there's no tactful way of saying this… Harry has a piece of the Dark Lord's soul inside of him."
The girls all gasped. The older women looked solemn, even Bellatrix, ever so un-serious, had a worried look on her face.
"A piece or a soul?" Darcia asked. "How does that even happen? Can that even happen?"
Harry's eyes had dropped down, his face turning ashen white. "Am I… am I a danger to you all?"
"No! Of course not!" Bella yelled, having to be held back from jumping across the table to hug him by Andi and Rita. Instead, Nymphadora pulled Harry into her side.
"So there's a piece of You-Know-Who inside of Harry's scar." Hermione gulped out. "Have… have you guys figured out a way to remove it?"
The adults shared a look. "We think we have, but it's a bit of a stretch. If it doesn't work, well…"
"We're going to keep trying! We'll find a fucking way even if we have to burn the entire country down doing it!" Bellatrix yelled.
Andi, who had only just learned about all this a few days ago, was silent. She was praying, praying to Mother Magic, to Morgana, to Athena, to any and all deities she could conjure up in her mind.
"We would like to make an attempt as soon as possible." Arcturus said, looking directly at Harry and Darcia.
"But we understand if you need time to prepare." Narcissa added.
Darcia looked at Harry. Their eyes locked, and though they didn't have a telepathic connection, they still managed to communicate.
Darcia turned to the adults. "Let's do it now." She said firmly, trying to hide the slight quiver in her voice.
The women looked hesitant, almost as if they wanted to ask them a second time.
Arcturus stood up, "Alright then, off to the dungeons we go."
…
There wasn't really an elaborate set up in the chamber. The teens had expected a cauldron, a complex ritual circle, a special device.
But there were only two chairs, facing each other about three feet apart. One of them was empty, and on the other one, wrapped up in at least three layers of chains and clearly having been petrified, was a common garden gnome.
"What's with the gnome?" Nymphadora asked.
"If my hunch is correct. Then we can turn this into an advantage." Rita explained. She had been the one to come up with this whole thing, and now that they were about to do it, she felt nervous.
It made perfect sense in her head, but was it really going to be that simple?
"Harry, sit on that chair, please." Narcissa instructed. Harry did as asked, sitting down across from the gnome.
Arcturus snapped his fingers and a translucent dome of light surrounded Harry and the gnome.
"Now, this will be very straightforward." Rita said. "Darcia, I want you to command the Horcrux to jump to the gnome."
"What?" Darcia wasn't the only one to look befuddled. Nymphadora and Hermione both also looked completely perplexed by Rita's statement, though there was a slight glint of understanding in Hermione's eyes.
"We think that when she enslaved Harry, Darcia managed to enslave the Horcrux, that is the soul-shard, inside of him as well." Arcturus explained.
"So the Dark Lord is my slave?" Darcia choked out.
"A piece of his soul, in theory." Andromeda said.
Darcia gulped as she turned around, her heart thumping loudly as she looked at Harry and the gnome.
She cleared her throat, which had rapidly dried out, and spoke. "Horcrux! I command you to jump into the gnome!"
Seconds passed, and nothing happened. Everyone around the room sagged in defeat. It had been a long-shot, and it had failed. Now, Harry had to walk around in the knowledge that he had a piece of Voldemort's soul inside of him.
"Mistress." Harry called out from inside the dome. "Try using his name. The name he likes to call himself!"
Darcia blinked a few times before deciding there was no harm in it. "Voldemort! I command you to jump into that gnome!"
A bolt of black lightning shot from Harry's forehead. The boy let out a scream of pain as the bolt struck the frozen gnome. Harry fell back, arms covering his bleeding forehead as he rolled around the floor in agony.
Even if he would have wanted to, Arcturus wouldn't have been able to stop Bellatrix, never mind all the other girls who immediately ran forward to check up on Harry. Arcturus lowered the dome rather than have them maim someone by trying to shatter it.
Bella fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around Harry as he writhed in pain.
"Harry, Harry, are you alright?" Narcissa yelled, her eyes and the eyes of every other woman in the room were filled with not just concern, but terror.
Arcturus meanwhile observed the gnome. It had a lightning bolt on its forehead now, just like Harry's, and it wasn't moving, so the petrification had not been broken. Still, he snapped his fingers and another dome of light descended to encase the creature. One could never be too safe.
After a few seconds, Harry calmed down enough for Andi to use a healing spell on his bleeding forehead. While he'd been in agony, Harry seemed to recover rapidly, there were no lasting effects to having a piece of a soul removed.
"How do you feel?" Darcia asked him.
"I feel… I feel better. I feel really good, mistress." He said, as the pain that had consumed him earlier quickly faded into a memory, replaced by a freshness, a clarity of mind that he had never felt before.
Harry had always felt healthy, at least after he left his relative's clutches and began to have three square meals. But now, he realized that even at his most well-rested, he'd never felt this amount of energy before.
"Oh my baby." Bella cried, sobbing as she kissed him on the cheek. "We did it! We did it!" Her eyes found Rita, who was standing around a few feet behind them.
She let Narcissa wrap her arms around Harry and she leapt to her feet. "You're a brilliant fucking witch!" Bella jumped Rita, kissing the woman deeply before hopping around in joy.
It was contagious, and pretty soon everyone was wooping and yelling in celebration.
Arcturus let them have their moment, he let them jump and hug and kiss. He just hoped that he wouldn't have to remind them he was still here.
Finally, he cleared his throat. "This is a very wonderful moment, but we have other matters to attend to."
He pointed his thumb towards the gnome.
The women were riding high, and they seemed eager to take on anything.
"Sure, lets burn the evil fuck down to cinders!" Bella yelled.
"Can I do it, auntie?" Nyphadora chorused.
"No!" Arcturus yelled firmly. "If Skeeter's theory continues to hold true, then we may have an asset on our hands. Narcissa, I am going to open a hole in the barrier, cancel the charms."
"Yes Grandfather."
Arcturus snapped his fingers and a small hole opened up in the dome surrounding the gnome.
"Finite incantatem!"
The chains jingled as the gnome began to move. Arcturus immediately closed the gap up once more.
The gnome was struggling against its restraints, looking around the room with red eyes.
"You dare trap Lord Voldemort in such a vessell? I will strip your guts out and string them together, I will use them as a rope so I may hang you by your-"
"Voldemort, shut the fuck up!" Darcia yelled.
Gnomemort's jaw snapped shut.
"Hah! Some dark lord you are. You're nothing but a little brat's slave now!"
Darcia glared at Nymphadora, who smiled at her cousin, "you know I love you, Darcia baby."
"He's still dangerous. This is Voldemort we're talking about." Bella said. "At the first opportunity, he'll try to undermine us in some way or the other. He'll try to figure out a way to contact his other self, or put us in dangerous situations."
Rita cracked her knuckles as she stepped up, "someone conjure the girl up a glass of water. We're going to be here for a while."
…
Arcturus and Narcissa had stuck around to supervise and make sure there weren't any clauses Rita was missing, but the journalist was being very thorough.
So thorough, that they were still here, forty-five minutes later, and everyone else had long since gone back upstairs.
Darcia took a big gulp of her water before she continued. "You will never cause harm to any member of the party of the first part, as well as any others that I decide to include in the future, by withholding or purposefully misconstruing information in a way that would lead to them being harmed emotionally, physically, mentally or magically."
"Yes mistress." Tom, as they'd decided to call him, droned on.
Darcia cleared her throat as she read another one of Rita's lines. "You will never try to contact anyone, be they alive, dead, undead, a figment of someone's imagination that gained sentience, an inanimate object containing a piece of yours or anyone else's soul; without my express consent given."
"Yes, mistress."
In Narcissa's mind, this had gone beyond redundancy a long time ago, with many of Rita's clauses seeming like slightly altered versions of previous ones. But when one was dealing with the devil, being overly cautious was a virtue, not a sin.
In three-quarters of an hour, Darcia and Rita had turned a piece of Voldemort's soul into a nearly mindless, loyal drone. They had neutered him, and now, they had access to an invaluable fountain of information.
"I'd say that's enough for now, you can interrogate him at your leisure." Rita said.
"We'll leave that for tomorrow." Narcissa said, "Right now, we must celebrate."
…
A jubilant atmosphere permeated Chateau Black as everyone was all smiles. There wasn't any sex, no lascivious activities. There would be time for that later, right now everyone was celebrating the removal of Harry's horcrux with general merriment.
Nymphadora was teaching Bellatrix how to dance to The Weird Sisters, to mixed results. Arcturus was playing two games of chess at once, continuously destroying Darcia in one while being locked in a mental battle with Hermione. Rita and Andromeda were each nursing drinks while locked in a deep conversation about the Tutshill Tornados, of all things.
And Narcissa was hanging back, just watching everything with a content smile on her face as she sipped on some wine.
Then, Harry slid into the couch next to her and nuzzled up to her side. A wonderful warmth spread throughout her. Now that the horcrux had gone, Harry somehow looked even more handsome. Now, just breathing in his scent made her shudder.
Narcissa ran a hand through his hair, her fingers tingling from just running through his messy raven locks.
"Thank you, Cissy, for everything." He whispered lovingly.
Narcissa's heart melted. "Thank me? I haven't done anything. Bellatrix, grandfather, Rita, they did most of the real work."
Harry pulled back, and Narcissa saw he was frowning up at her. "Cissy, who freed Bella? Who brought Lord Black out of his shell? Who got Miss Skeeter to help? All of this started because you were worried about me."
Narcissa felt wetness on her cheek. A tear was streaming down her face.
She wrapped her arms around Harry in a tight hug. Narcissa buried her face in his neck, trying to control her sobs as Harry whispered into her ear.
"You're a good person, Cissy."
…
It was the twenty-third of December, and the fireplace at Chateau Black flared green.
Daphne popped out with an excited smile. A moment later, after another flash of green flame, a smaller brunette with warm hazel eyes stepped out of the floo.
Upon seeing Bellatrix, Arcturus and Rita, who she had yet to meet, Daphne prepared to formally introduce herself. Years of pureblood upbringing had trained her for moments like this, there was a proper etiquette to be followed, and she-
Her eyes fell on Harry.
He'd only been away a week. A week! So why was he suddenly even more handsome and dreamy?
"Harry!" She ran over to him, completely skipping over all decorum to leap into his arms. Harry laughed as he spun her around.
"I missed you, Dap-"
He was cut off by her lips crashing onto his.
"I know we're all crazy about him, but she might be the craziest." Rita commented.
Both Bella and Nymphadora's eyes narrowed. "Please." They said in unison.
They then glared at each other.
"Please, dear niece, no one can love my precious godson as much as I do."
"Auntie, I love you, but who's the one carrying his baby right now?"
"How about we agree we're all crazy about him and leave it at that?" Narcissa tried to defuse the situation.
Arcturus shook his head. "I'll be off on my side of the castle."
"Tori, come over here." Daphne waved her younger sister over. "Harry, this is my younger sister, Astoria."
Harry smiled down at the shorter girl, who looked at him with wide eyes.
"Wow, you really are super dreamy." Astoria marveled.
The other women giggled as Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Thank you."
Bellatrix and Nyphadora came rumbling through, pulling Daphne away from Harry, deciding they absolutely needed to figure out which one of them was truly the craziest for him.
Results were inconclusive.
…
Darcia woke up on Christmas morning like she woke up most mornings, in a tangle of human limbs.
She disentangled herself from her mother (had she really eaten her mother out last night? Yes she had) and stood up.
The floor felt delightfully cold on her feet as she tiptoed out of the room and down to where the massive tree was.
The Black sisters had 'surprised' great-grandfather with a trip to a resort down in Ibiza for the rest of the holiday. Arcturus took the hint, and deciding his time would be better spent away from this hormonal fuckfest, had left the castle in their hands.
With a promise that it would be thoroughly cleaned before his return.
And so, Darcia traversed the halls in the nude without a care in the world.
The closer she got to the drawing room, the more sure she was that someone was panting.
Her steps slowed as she could finally make out the tree. The moans grew louder, and Darcia quickly realized that she didn't recognize those specific moans.
Which could only mean one thing.
She glanced around the corner, and there they were.
Astoria was gasping and mewling as she was bent over, holding onto the table in front of her for dear life while Harry fucked her little body from behind.
She was on her tippy toes, her small body shaking with each one of Harry's tender but deliberate thrusts into her wetness.
She was wearing an extra large red bow on her hair, and Darcia could see another one wrapped around Harry's arm.
"Merry Christmas, both of you." Daphne was walking around behind Harry, alternating between kissing his and her sister's body.
"TT-Thank you D-Daffy!" Astoria moaned as Harry kept himself pressed tightly to her, his overly large cock wreaking havoc in her young pussy.
Darcia pulled back, making her way back up to the room. This was a moment between the three of them, and she would respect it.
…
There was a flurry of movement as everyone got dolled up for the Greengrass New Years Eve Ball.
The Greengrass girls had stayed all the way through today. They would return home with their parents tonight, which wasn't something that either girl was particularly happy about.
Astoria had very quickly integrated herself into the Harry Potter fan club, and she was very frustrated by the fact that she wouldn't be able to see Harry until summer at the earliest.
But she was nowhere near the grumpiest person there. The grumpiest person was Bellatrix, who looked at all the other witches wearing pretty dresses while she was forced to stay behind.
Rita hadn't been invited, but she had to go to the Minister's ball, so she'd left earlier for her flat to get ready.
Bella was forced to stay home, alone with no one but stupid Gnome Tom to keep her company.
It stung even more when Harry walked into the room, looking absolutely ravishing in his midnight black dress robes.
"Woah!"
No one could pinpoint who had said it, but it really could have been any of them.
"You all look so beautiful." Harry said. And he meant it.
Narcissa was wearing a tight black ensemble with a slit at her thighs that hugged her womanly curves wonderfully. Her sleek blonde hair was done up in an elaborate bun, with two long bangs falling over her face.
Andromeda's dress was bright yellow, and while it was a bit more conservative than her sister's, it still accentuated her wonderful figure. Her brown curls had been collected into a single plait that was draped over her shoulder.
Nymphadora had stretched the definition of 'formal gown' to its limits. She was wearing a purple cocktail dress with black accents. The dress left the area between her neck and chest completely exposed except for the two thin black suspenders that converged near the top, where she was wearing a black choker. Her purple skirt reached down to the top of her thighs, right above the edge of her long black stockings. She was also wearing black stockings on her arms. To complete the look, she had turned her hair purple, and was wearing it in a short bob.
Daphne and Astoria were both wearing red satin dresses, with Astoria having placed a little rose on her hair. Darcia and Hermione were wearing blue dresses, and Daphne and Darcia now more than ever resembled sisters with their contrasting blue and red dresses.
Bella blew air out of her mouth as she watched them all leave. She didn't like balls, she found them to be too stuffy, but she wanted to dance with her Harry, to look beautiful for him.
Instead, she would be alone in a dark old castle.
…
"Lady Malfoy, you look ravishing." Lord Parkinson commented before his eyes swept over Andromeda, "And Ms. Black, you've cleaned up quite well."
The Black sisters tried their best to be polite under Parkinson's lecherous gaze. Lady Parkinson did her best to ignore her husband's obvious ogling of them.
"Daphne really is smitten, isn't she?" Anastasia Greengrass noted as she watched her daughter sway to the music with her head resting tenderly on Harry's chest.
"But does she have to be so blatant? Dancing with a slave in public?"
Anastasia frowned at her husband. "I thought you already understood, Andronicus."
"I do. But appearances are appearances. What do you think they will say." He pointed towards where Lord Nott and Lord Montague were snickering while looking in Daphne and Harry's direction.
Anastasia sighed. "Remember where the wind is blowing, Andronicus. Is it better for you to please your friends, or please Lady Malfoy, who controls all of their pursestrings?"
His mouth tightened into a thin line. He was clearly not pleased, but he knew Anastasia was correct.
Not that he had to like it.
"Anastasia, stunning as ever." Narcissa said as she gave the woman a hug and a kiss on the cheek, something they'd never done before but that she accepted readily, as well as when Andromeda greeted her the same way.
Both women had an intoxicating perfume, but when she asked them about it, they just tried to brush it off.
Hermione and Darcia arrived at the punch table. They'd had fun dancing, but they wanted some distance from the pureblood heirs that were leering at them. Montague even sent Darcia a pleading look while glancing at Hermione, something that disgusted Darcia to no end.
Darcia dropped the ladle as she glanced over at Tonks, who had a mischievous look on her face. "Did you spike the punch?"
Nymphadora grinned. "I did, but not with alcohol." She nodded her head over to Harry. "I milked our stud over there. Figured, who better to get addicted than all these old money society people?"
Soon, it became apparent that the party had split off into different cliques. The pureblood wives were with Narcissa while their husbands huddled together. The heirs were in another corner, rapidly growing stupid drunk from the double spiked punch, and Harry and the girls were in their own little orbit, dancing the night away.
Someone tapped Astoria's shoulder as she enjoyed her dance with Harry.
Harry looked over to see his new partner, a busty redhead wearing a tight silver dress.
"Susan!" He exclaimed as the girl quickly stole a kiss from him.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Harry." Were the first words she spoke to him.
Harry blushed as he began to lead Susan in the dance.
"Amelia! You made it!" Anastasia greeted the busty Lady Bones, who was wearing a more adult version of her niece's silver dress. It had already drawn looks from many of the men and boys around them.
"I must say, I would have never thought to see you among our company, Lady Bones." Lady Parkison said.
"Times are changing, aren't they, Narcissa?" Amelia asked with a smile.
Narcissa nodded along.
"If only they wouldn't be so stubborn." Anastasia was looking directly at her husband as he laughed along to some joke from Lord Parkinson.
"They will be swept by the tide, one way or the other." Andromeda said cryptically as she took another sip of her drink.
By the time Narcissa and Andi realized the drinks had been spiked, and just what they'd been spiked with, it was too late.
The pureblood wives were all sporting rosy cheeks, and they kept shooting surreptitious glances at Harry, who was now dancing with Nymphadora.
"He is kind of cute, isn't he?" Amelia's eyes widened at her own words, but to her shock, none of the other women seemed scandalized at all.
"He definitely knows his way around a dance floor." Anastasia said. "I think I'll ask for a dance." She giggled.
Lady Parkinson gasped. "In front of your husband?"
"It's just a dance, Primrose, with a cute young boy."
Narcissa and Andromeda shared worried looks as Anastasia made her way over to Harry. They glanced over at the pureblood husbands, but they were shocked by what they saw.
The men who a minute ago had been standing with chests puffed out and heads held high were now slouching. They had bags under their eyes, their faces looked pale, they all looked flaccid, weak, drained.
It was clear that the effects of Harry's seed were not beneficial to wizards. The younger boys too looked rather sullen and bereft of energy as they loafed around the edges of the ball.
And so, Anastasia was unbothered as she tapped Nymphadora on the shoulder. Tonks grinned, bowing deeply as she allowed the tall brunette, who outside of her darker hair color looked just like an older version of Daphne, to take her dance partner.
"Woah, I never knew mum had it in her." Astoria said in awe as she and Daphne watched their mother be led around the dancefloor by the much shorter boy. She looked like she was having the time of her life.
"Harry's been dancing all night, I hope he's not tired." Susan said worriedly.
"Look at him. Susie, he's fresh as a spring chicken." Daphne said with pride.
Things only escalated from there. Primrose Parkinson managed to control herself enough not to ask for a dance, but Amelia seemed to throw propriety out the window. Harry soon found his head pressed against her large bosom as Amelia led him around for a change.
It was a miracle that none of the pureblood wives got bold enough to go any further than a dance, though when the party finally ended, Anastasia gave Harry a smooch directly on the lips, right in front of her husband, who didn't say a word.
…
Bellatrix was having the time of her life, staring gloomily out into the darkness from atop one of the turrets of Chateau Black. She had a pile of rocks beside her so that she could toss them out into the abyss below. It was lightly snowing, and Bella had let the white powder accumulate on her hair rather than shake it off.
She heard the door creak and she glowered. She spun around, ready to curse out the stupid Voldegnome that had been brainwashed to the point where he was now worse than a house elf in his eagerness to please.
But the venomous words died in her mouth. Standing in front of her was a handsome, raven haired boy.
"Harry! You're back!"
Bella ran to him and Harry wrapped his arms around her, using her own momentum to begin waltzing her around in the cold air.
Bella couldn't hold back the giggle she let out as clumps of snow fell from her hair. "What's going on?"
"I know you wanted a dance, Bella."
It was freezing out, and yet Bella had never felt warmer than this moment. She remembered her upbringing, following Harry's lead with practiced ease as she focused on his smoldering emerald green eyes.
Those eyes that held such innocence, yet drove her to such peaks of ecstasy.
In the pale moonlight, Bella swore that Harry was glowing with a silvery aura.
The snow began to fall heavier and heavier. They needed to go back inside.
But not before Bella pulled Harry on top of her and sank into a pile of snow. Their noses were red but all it took was one kiss from Harry to fill her with enough warmth to fuel a furnace.
It was a new dawn. A new year. A new life.
…
Quirinius Quirell's body stepped silently through the small path, ignoring all the shiny objects that glinted in the dim light, all the old tomes that promised to teach magics long forgotten.
Voldemort had inspected this room thoroughly during his school years. He'd already taken anything of value, and he doubted that anything had been added in the intervening years. Only he knew of this room, he was certain of that.
Quirell's head lolled to the side as his feet carried him forward. It was awkward, controlling the man's body while he slept, but Voldemort preferred that to giving this buffoon access to information that was greatly beyond his purview. Not that Quirrell would live to talk about it anyways, but there was no reason to take risks.
Risks were for men with a strong, powerful body. Voldemort was currently a wraith, frail, living off of unicorn blood. He could not afford to take risks.
He wasn't sure what it had been. One of those peculiarities of magic, perhaps the planets had aligned in just the right way, but he'd suddenly gotten the urge to check on his horcrux.
The one he'd left here all those decades ago.
He finally came up on it. He could feel its presence even before he turned Quirrell's body around so that he may gaze upon it.
Ravenclaw's Diadem. Containing a piece of his soul.
It was said that the Diadem granted the wearer wit beyond measure. Voldemort had not found any special enchantments, he had not felt any difference when he'd put the thing on upon finally finding it.
But it didn't matter, it was a founder's relic, it was destined to house his soul.
He grabbed it with Quirrell's hands, and he could already feel the tendrils rising up, nipping to take control of whoever had been foolish enough to touch it.
He may have been weakened, but Voldemort would not be bested by a mere shard. He sent a surge of magic down Quirrell's palms, and the horcrux jumped back like a pup being scolded.
His horcrux was indeed safe. He could leave it here now.
Or…
He did have four others, and he still had one more to make to achieve his final perfection.
Maybe he should put this one to work? Not now, of course, it wouldn't do for it to interfere with his plans to take the Stone.
But, as sure as he was of his victory. And he would have the stone, and with it a new body, it never hurt to have backup plans, did it? If somehow, Quirrell managed to blunder this, it could be useful. It could be something to keep Dumbledore distracted, maybe even a weapon that could topple him.
He communicated with the Diadem, and it obeyed the master soul's will completely. Voldemort carried it out of the Room of Lost Things, placing it within his robes as he began his contemplation.
Who to bestow this gift upon?