A/N: All previous warnings still, and will continue, to apply. Not for children or the faint of heart, or anyone sexually conservative. You've been warned.
Thanks as always to my amazing Beta, Hrymeigh, for going back and editing everything I've already posted before digging into new content.

Somehow I forgot to post the update again, but hey, it's nearing Christmas, so I have a gift for you all! Here's December's normal update (yeah, it's late, sorry again). But, I have more coming. Starting probably on Tuesday, but maybe Monday, I'll post a chapter a day up to and including Christmas.

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Chap. 19: Destiny Off the Rails

By noon, the group of friends, Ron, Hermione, Harry (Lilith invisible on his lap), Ginny, Luna, and Neville, were comfortably engaged in a game of Exploding Snap. Or more accurately, everyone but Hermione, who was reading in one corner of the train compartment, was playing.

No one but Hermione had seemed to notice Ginny's limp as she moved around, or the wince as she hefted her trunk up for Harry to lift into the overhead compartment, but the studious girl hadn't said anything, hadn't reacted at all except to give Harry a satisfied smirk.

A smirk which made him wonder just how much Ginny and Hermione had been sharing.

To his right, Neville was beaten to the punch by one of Ron's cards, leading the shyer boy's hand to explode in his face.

Harry's mind wasn't on the game, however.

Instead, he was thinking- and not (solely) about girls.

What did the summer hold? Funerals, no doubt, for some of his friends. He hadn't yet gotten an invitation, though, so maybe not?

Hermione had told him flat-out just that morning that she wanted to have sex again before the month was out, if not earlier. Definitely before they met at the Burrow, which was usually just before Harry's birthday at the end of July.

Ginny too, Harry wanted more of- and she'd been winking at him a lot. Even Ron had noticed, though he didn't seem to be upset at the insinuation, if he'd even caught the meaning.

True, he had Lilith- and she was, as always, an incredible lover- but he wanted more.

On top of that, he still wanted to bring Voldemort down.

But how could he do that, stuck at the Dursleys'?

There was a knock at the door, and most of them looked up, expecting...

But it was not Draco Malfoy who opened the door, though it was a Slytherin. A first-year, by the look of her, no older than twelve. She glanced nervously inside, then held out an envelope. "Mr. P-Potter? An- an older girl asked me to g- give this to y-you."

Harry reached for it slowly, "Thanks, Miss...?"

But the girl squeaked as the letter, to her eyes, was snatched from her hand before he reached it, and she bolted from the compartment door, leaving it open.

Lilith, as she closed the door, became visible to the rest. Luna, for her part, only glanced up at the Succubus briefly, then down again at the cards, and said, "Pleased to meet you, Lady of Dreams. I'm Luna Lovegood."

"I go by Lilith, Childe of the Moon," Lilith replied distractedly, turning the envelope over and over in her hands, before handing it to Harry. "I'm not detecting any magic on it at all. Should be safe."

"Thanks for checking," Harry said, then opened the envelope with his friends, aside from Luna, who used the distraction to switch several cards in her hand with those in the stack, which was quite against the rules.

Mr. Potter,

One more for the road? The boy's loo in your car, last stall. I'm waiting.

-The one who knows who you are.

Harry frowned. The broom-closet girl...?

Still, despite being surrounded by two- no, three, now- lovers, and with another cute (if very spacey and loopy) girl, the thought did have some appeal... Ron aside, Harry wasn't going to shag any of them with Neville and Luna present. Or Hermione in front of Ginny, and so on.

Even if they knew... that might be awkward.

And even if he'd already gotten off twice that morning...

"Er, I need to have a quick meeting, apparently," Harry informed everyone at once, stuffing the note in his pocket and reaching into his robes for his Cloak. "Lilith can play for me, or run escort, if you guys don't think it's safe."

"I think I'll go with you, Master," the Succubus said, "It's clear Miss Lovegood will win, anyway."

"Maybe," Harry grinned, mostly at Ron's face as he tried to figure out what they knew that he didn't.

The door slid closed behind them without protest, Lilith walking invisibly behind him.

The loo was just a few doors down, they were near the end of the car, and Harry had to get past only a few students chatting animatedly about summer plans in the corridor to get inside.

There, he passed two more boys, including Dean, who was washing his face and looking exhausted, to enter the last stall.

The person sitting on the toilet was not who he was expecting.

"H-"

The blonde Hufflepuff's angry glare made him fall silent before more than that got out, and her wand quickly circled in the air as she hissed, "Silencio."

A moment later, she stood up, hurriedly shucking her robes and undoing button after button of her blouse, before dropping it, too, and pushing her skirt down to her ankles. "Come on, Potter. I swore to Susan I'd lose my virginity this year, and the bloke I want to do it is being shy."

Harry watched with wide eyes and, no doubt, a shocked expression on his face as the buxom Hannah Abbot stood, clad only in bra and knickers, in the small stall, and kicked her clothing to the side, away from view of anyone else not looking from near the floor level- the gap beneath the walls was only about an inch.

"I... this- I know who you mean, but-"

Hannah sighed, "Come on, don't be daft. I'm a naked girl, and I know you're randy- I can see it."

"Of course I am," Harry protested, "But this- it's a little... sudden, don't you think? I mean, didn't you say better we shagged than I knew... who you were?"

He had not expected Hannah to be the broom-closet girl.

He also didn't expect the girl to rush across the small space and grab him by the lapel of his robes, pushing him violently against the door to hiss into his face, eyes wet with tears, "That was before I almost died! Before Neville told me he fancied me, before he told me he was scared, too! But I know you've been shagging people, and I don't want my first time with him to be something he's scared of, so I want you to shag me, okay? Then- then, when it's him it won't... it won't hurt, and he doesn't have to be scared."

Slowly, Harry's hands came up to Hannah's shoulders as understanding dawned. "Hannah... look, I won't say I'm not interested- I am. You're very pretty, and obviously I see that. It's great that you've noticed Neville fancies you, and you him. But if there's one thing I've learned about sex recently it's... Important. If you want him, be with him."

"He won't," Hannah sobbed, "I've tried. You know, he told me about your friend? The one that- that went down on him? To give him some practice? I went down on you- and many other people- to get practice for him! But he won't do it, says we should wait, or I should shag you, first! This was his idea, Potter."

Harry swallowed. That...

His brain could not process that last bit.

By the time he gave up, his pants were around his ankles, and Hannah was gulping on his head. But he was already hard- and he had one way to prove once and for all if she was being truthful. "No... up on the loo," he ordered, pulling Hannah up by the shoulders and pushing her back.

He came forward with her, and aligned himself with her mouth, pushing in a few times as she opened it, before pulling back and settling to his knees as he pushed Hannah's knees apart.

The Hufflepuff had a thin strip of blonde-white hair, thickly curled but well-trimmed- likely that very morning- at the stop of her slit, which glistened and reeked of arousal.

Pushing the thought of the loo beneath her, just inches from his mouth, to the side, Harry leaned in and started licking, both hands on her thighs for the moment.

It took him only a moment to decide- the taste of ginger.

It's really her. Huh. Is she telling the truth about the rest...?

Still, relieved that Hannah seemed to be truthful, Harry let himself relax, diving in and enjoying her folds with his tongue and lips. She was fleshy, mounded more than any girl he'd been with so far including Marietta- no doubt due to her slightly thicker figure- but well-shaped and clean, with labia that, aroused, just peaked past her mons and a clit large enough to peek out from the hood visibly.

A clit that he suckled on, pulling once with his lips then with just suction, before moving up the girl's heaving stomach and chest to her large teats, half bent over her. "You should know, Hannah," Harry said softly as his hands fell on her engorged nipples, "I'm a lot bigger than Neville- it will hurt. He's not small, but don't judge him by me. I'm- oddly large."

"I know," she whispered, "I sucked you off, remember? That's why I picked you- I know it won't hurt after you when Neville and I shag."

He nodded, "Also, I wouldn't say no to shagging you again sometime- as long as Neville doesn't mind. I wouldn't want to hurt our friendship."

Hannah, too, nodded, but said nothing.

"Hike your hips forward a bit," Harry instructed, "this really isn't going to be comfortable, but..."

The girl did as he asked, and he aligned his member with her entrance. "Last chance...? You know it can take a while for me."

Her glare was the only answer he got.

And when Harry pushed forward, Hannah Abbot screamed. Fortunately, the muffling charm did its job, and his hand on her mouth did the rest.

After she stopped screaming several seconds later, reduced to soft whimpers and pants, nearly hyperventilating, Harry gently removed his hand so he could wipe her tears. "I'm sorry," he murmured, "but you did insist."

Hannah's vaginal walls were already fluttering around him, painfully tight and liquidy from what he knew would be a heavy amount of blood and arousal both. But he didn't move, mindful this time that she wasn't his girl, she was one of his good friends'. The feeling of home, too, was not present. He would not, could not, claim her and be true to Neville, true to himself. So, gently as he could, he pulled out several minutes later, only an inch, and eased back in. "Is that okay?"

Hannah hesitated, then nodded once, slowly. "It's... it still hurts, but not- not that bad, I guess."

Belatedly, Harry thought, "Can you do anything for her pain, Pet?"

"On it, Master- rub her clit a few times, that will help, too."

Just as gently as before, he obeyed, using the pad of his left thumb to circle Hannah's hood, not daring to touch the bare nerve bundle, then started easing out again, achingly slowly, then back in after a few seconds.

Too, he felt Lilith's hand settle over his, one of her own fingers slipping between his thumb and forefinger to touch Hannah's clitoris directly, then slid downward to touch his penis and the edge of Hannah's channel, and withdraw.

A few seconds later, the agony on Hannah's face began to fade, and her breathing started to even out, though it remained rapid. "That's... that's not so bad, anymore. You- you can go faster, Potter."

Harry did so, only quickening his pace slowly, easing into a steady rhythm far slower than his normal, but about twice as fast as he had been going, hands moving once again to the ponderous breasts, which were capped by wide, dark areolae and nipples that were average, but seemed smaller on the soft globes, which had a little sag.

The angle of the loo was a bit hard on Harry's knees, since he had to be on them to reach Hannah's twat, but the eroticism of shagging one of his best friend's soon-to-be-lover in the loo, with people likely outside just the stall, was not to be denied.

And she was tight, so very tight, and hot, and unlike Pansy, quite wrinkled inside. The ribbed walls of her vagina clutched and pulled at Harry's erection almost like Lilith's throat and mouth had when she'd transformed it into something resembling the creature from her world.

"You're amazing," Harry gasped, "You've got a spectacular cunt, Hannah. Neville's going to love fucking you."

The blonde's eyes, soft, sky blue, were half-rolled back into her head as she half-sat, half-lay on the loo, and she didn't respond verbally.

Instead, her thighs, powerful and muscley more than fatty, wrapped around his waist and pulled him in, harder and harder, with each thrust, until he was hammering into her, and she gasped with each thrust.

"I could- could finish soon," he said a minute or so later, the exquisite feel of her virginal cunt- the second in two days, no less- around him bringing Harry rapidly to the end of this round. "Where- where d'you want it?"

This time, Hannah answered immediately, "My- my mouth. Same- d-deal."

Harry nodded. Fair price for her virginity... It was fair for a round of fellatio, it was a more than fair deal for this.

But Harry could not let her go with no climax of her own, and Hannah, for some reason, hadn't yet done so- the pain, perhaps.

So one hand drifted down to her clit again, whizzing back and forth across it as Lilith had taught him, even while he continued to slap into the girl, his balls crashing again and again into her rump, the other hand supporting himself while he leaned down and started sucking her tits with his mouth.

He'd gone from right, to left, and back before Hannah's back arched and she started to keen, her cunt around him pulling harder than ever.

Harry grimaced, held himself still as she climaxed, then yanked free and stood up tall, thrusting himself into Hannah's clenched mouth, forcing his way past her teeth painfully, unable to bear holding back any longer.

Hannah choked on his cum, swallowed, then started milking the rest as her hands flew to his arse, pulling him closer.

Once he was dry, Harry pulled himself away, half-erect, and stepped back to give Hannah room to breathe while he gathered up his trousers and straightened his robes.

"Okay," the girl eventually said as her breathing came under control, "for that orgasm, you don't have to taste yourself. Shit, Potter. I hope Neville's half as good as you."

"If not, you know where- and how- to find me."

She grinned, looking up at him, still nude and glistening with sweat. "That I do. Hey- you, uh... you said you find Susan attractive, don't you?"

Harry snorted, "Every straight bloke in the Castle finds Susan attractive."

"Hm. Really?"

Harry nodded, "Really. She could have her pick."

Hannah frowned for a moment, then smiled. "Next term, I might have a deal for you. New terms, you could say."

"Alright. Erm... you going to be okay getting out of here?"

Hannah nodded, "Eventually. I... told Neville to come find me later, so I might wait. I might just rest a bit while I dry."

Harry grinned. "Coast clear?"

Receiving the affirmative from his Succubus, Harry double-checked his clothing and stepped out. A glance in the mirror told him he was a bit flushed, and his robes were slightly tented, but he'd survive.

The train pulled back into King's Cross right on schedule, and from there, after a quick threat-match with several members of the Order of the Phoenix including Mad-Eye Moody that Vernon Dursley very much lost, Harry was on his way back to his relatives'.

Only this time, shrunken down to literally the size of his middle finger, Lilith was resting in the pocket of his shirt.

So, despite the tense silence and his Uncle's furious glares through the rear-view mirror the entire way, Harry could not bring himself to be upset. This time...

He wasn't going to be alone.

Harry had made two trips into the house already, bringing his owl, Hedwig (who was quite unhappy at how he'd been neglecting her lately) in the first trip, his recovered Firebolt racing broom in the second, and had just shut the door behind him with a foot, his heavy school trunk in both hands, when a thick, meaty hand fell on his shoulder.

"Boy," his uncle said, voice low and quiet, "I don't know what you're playing at, or how you put those- those freaks at the station up to threaten me, but I will not have it, you hear me? You'll write your little letters every three days, and send them off with your- your owl after ten, when decent people aren't awake to see it. And I swear to you, boy, if one of them shows up before it's time... I've got a new toy to show them. You understand?"

Harry had never watched a lot of telly growing up due to never being allowed, but he'd seen enough to recognize the two parallel metallic tubes in his peripheral vision. Where his uncle had gotten the double-barreled shotgun was anyone's guess, but Harry doubted he'd come by it legally. Nor, he knew, was it the first time he'd purchased one, since Hagrid had bent a similar device on the night they'd met.

Vernon Dursley's closest contact with sports of any kind was his son, Dudley, who'd taken up boxing, and snacking constantly while watching the telly. Sport-shooting, then, was right out, and Harry knew that, even then, Her Majesty's Government required the most strict of registrations, permits, and fees for even that limited use, and that firearms for protection, of home or self, were strictly illegal. Furthermore, if there was one thing Vernon hated more than Harry and 'his kind', it was giving money to the government.

Yet, as the hand left his shoulder, the twin barrels tapped him in the same spot, solidly reminding him, just in case he'd forgotten in the last three seconds, of its existence and proximity. Didn't he learn his lesson from Hagrid, though?

"Right," Harry said quietly, "Anything else?"

Vernon only grunted, stepping away into the living room, leaving Harry to lug the trunk up the stairs alone.

Except, by the third step, Lilith had clambered from his pocket, invisible to all but himself, and expanded to her full-figured adult shape behind him, then reached a hand to take one of the handles. Harry sighed with relief as the Succubus took some of the weight- he could carry it, but it was heavy. "Thanks," he murmured, turning to walk backwards up the stairs.

Lilith only winked saucily as she followed him and the trunk.

Once the door had shut behind them, Trunk resting at the foot of his second-hand bed, Lilith and he looked around. Harry's room hadn't been touched, it seemed, since he'd gone to school, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on each surface. He was a little embarrassed at the clutter he'd left in his haste to pack the previous summer. With Tonks' help, he'd gotten everything essential, but there was quite a bit of mess, including some of his old briefs laying next to the hamper.

A hamper which, unless he was much mistaken, was half-full of very smelly laundry. "Er, sorry about the mess," he muttered to his companion, "I left in a bit of a hurry. I'll... just tidy up, shall I?"

"Sure," Lilith said just as quietly, seeming a bit distracted, but paying attention as she could, "This place isn't very safe yet. I mean, for you, it probably is, or your Headmaster wouldn't put you here. But for me, it's not the best- I'll take more feeding than I did at the school, until I can set it up as an extension of my territory. It should take a few days, tops."

Harry nodded, wrinkling his nose as the armful of laundry he'd gathered in that short time made its way into the hamper. "There should be more, uh... extras, around. Little Whinging has a population of something like fifteen thousand people right in the area- as close as Hogsmeade Village was, maybe closer."

"I can feel some of them," the Succubus said with a grin, "There's plenty of energy- your cousin's in his room, putting out some right now. Not sure I want to gather his, though."

"I didn't need to hear that," Harry complained, turning his attention to some of the old schoolwork sitting on the rickety desk, then decided to toss the lot. He wouldn't need it after his O.W.L. year, most likely. "My cousin wanking is not something I need to know about."

"I don't know," Lilith teased, "he's rather excited. He must have found a skin mag."

This time, Harry actually laughed, forcing himself to stop after a moment when his uncle yelled, "Boy!"

"No, probably not. Magazines- he had a few, a couple years ago, but I stole them and he never replaced them since he has a computer. There's a lot more, uh- material, for that sort of thing- than there was even just ten years ago, or even five."

"Really?"

Harry nodded, "I've never been able to find much myself- only been on the 'internet' once outside of school, before I started Hogwarts and I was just ten then- but I've heard it's everywhere if you just look. Lots of dangers to it, viruses and computer bugs, but it's there if you want it."

"Interesting. So... what do you do for fun?"

"Read," the young man answered, nodding toward his trunk and the small bookshelf full of worn novels he'd collected, "I tried writing, but I don't think I have much imagination for it, or patience. Toward the end of my stay here, I usually end up walking around the neighborhood when I'm not doing chores."

She grunted, stepping to the bed and poking it, then stripping it of the top blanket in one motion. Both of them coughed at the dust that threw into the air, then she dropped it unceremoniously to the floor and flopped down onto the sheets. "Ow... no... this won't do at all. You're getting a new bed as soon as I can arrange it."

"How d'you propose to do that?" Harry asked. He figured she could- Lilith was nothing if not sexy, but beyond that, resourceful. She had to have a plan.

"Well, you mentioned there's a guest room?"

Harry nodded, "But I'm not sleeping on that mattress. My Aunt Marge sleeps on it."

Lilith grunted, trying to stretch luxuriously out on the thin mattress, but only half-succeeding as she winced and started running small hands over her lithe body, over whatever passed for clothes.

"I was also thinking," Harry said, trying to ignore the girl trying to seduce him (and succeeding) while he continued cleaning, "Of working out a bit more over the summer. Quidditch and your Runes are helping, I'm sure, but I wouldn't mind being in better shape than I am now."

"It wouldn't hurt you to exercise," the Succubus agreed, putting both hands behind her head and closing her eyes, wincing again as she continued to try and find a comfortable spot on the mattress. It was an activity he was familiar with, but also knew was futile. "But you don't really need it. You are pretty fit, and the strength- and stamina-enhancing Runes work in part by making you your 'best self'. You'll see an increase in muscle mass if you work out, yes, as that will change your 'best self' into a stronger you, but it won't be large unless you start doing strength training specifically. But with your build... Was your father slender?"

Harry's breath, caught off-guard by the question, caught in his throat.

Still, after all these years, despite barely remembering anything but the moments before his mother's death, the thought of them was enough to bring Harry to extremes of emotion in an instant. Anger, that they were gone. Rage, at the man- the creature- who had taken them. Sadness, for the lives unfulfilled. Grief, for him, personally. Longing for that connection he would never truly have again.

It was this latter emotion that stopped Harry cold, holding his well-read copy of Quidditch Through the Ages in one hand, and a loose sheaf of schoolwork from fourth year in the other.

"I never really knew them," he eventually said, staring blankly toward the wall, "But I suppose subconsciously I knew what they looked like, and Hagrid- our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, who Umbridge sacked before I summoned you last year- gave me a photo album my first year. Here, you can look at it."

Harry turned to face Lilith briefly, shooting her a wistful smile, then set the papers in the trash and the book on the end of the bed before opening his trunk. There, sitting in pride of place, the center top, was the album.

Lilith took it with just the same level of reverence Harry displayed in handling it, deliberately not commenting when her master seemed reluctant to actually let go.

She, of course, already knew what Harry's parents looked like, having taken the information from his own mind, but acted as if she did not while opening the album. "Your mother is beautiful."

"Thanks," Harry said, voice husky.

"And your father is very handsome. He does have a slender build. You will probably be a bit bulkier, though, from the Runes. And you..."

"Have my mother's eyes."

Lilith smiled across the room at Harry, who was facing away again, now holding a pair of novels in one hand, and a school book in the other. "You get that a lot, huh?"

"Every time someone sees the pictures, or meets me if they knew my parents."

"I bet it's hard, hearing that."

Harry shrugged and started working again as she flipped through the pages slowly. "It used to be. Now it... makes me feel good, I guess."

The wizard's pace quickened, and by the time Lilith was finished with the photos, Harry was gathering up the bedclothes for washing, his hamper-load just finishing its wash cycle downstairs. When he returned from starting the next load, Lilith stood up from the now-bare mattress. "So, your parents left you some money?"

Harry nodded, suddenly feeling wary, even suspicious, not that he truly felt Lilith would use him like that. "Yeah... why?"

The Succubus grinned, her body morphing into a statuesque blonde and with a business suit shimmering into view around her. "You can do better than this, that's all," she said softly, gesturing around the room.

Harry sighed, "I don't want to, though. Not- not here. When I'm gone."

She crossed the room and lifted her hands to pull Harry into a hug. When she backed away, Lilith moved her hands to his shoulders and said firmly, "Like it or not, you are a leader of men. The clothes, they say, make the man. So consider this an exercise in self-confidence. Also..." She looked over her shoulder for another moment, "I'm not spending a single night in that bed with you. So if you want me next to you..."

Harry went stark white, even swaying as the blood rushed from his head. "You'd- you'd cut me off?"

Lilith laughed, lilting and high, "Of course not! The floor, standing works, or sitting. I'm just not sleeping there, which is what I said. Come on, get your best clothes on. Something suitable for shopping in public."

Harry frowned but obeyed. As he dressed after a quick shower, he asked, "So what's the plan?"

The Succubus, still appearing as a mid-twenties woman of near-stunning beauty, gave a little shrug. "I know we'll probably have to make a few stops, but you said the old woman- Figg- a street over has a Floo, right?"

Harry nodded. One of many conversations late at night had told the Succubus almost everything there was to know about his life, and how he'd found out he was a Wizard- and the events after it.

"I think we can use that to reach Diagon Alley, and from there, get you some Muggle money. Then we can go from there, but I was intending on updating your wardrobe a bit. Nothing too severe- just a few nicer outfits, some daywear. Things that fit. A desk, a bed. The rest can wait, and we can have the furniture delivered."

Harry nodded, sitting on the bed to lace his trainers. "Erm... are you meeting up with me outside, then?"

Lilith nodded, "Yeah, but-" she faded to translucency, visible only to him, "I'll be having a- a word, you could say, with your relatives on the way out."

The first stop, then, was Dudley's room. The door slid open two inches with a creak, and Harry was quite grateful for his cousin's bulk for the first time ever, as he could plainly see the right lower arm pumping up and down, but didn't see anything through Dudley's girth. On the computer monitor, two women kissed passionately, hands on each other's privates.

"Stay here, Master," Lilith whispered, then slipped through the door.

Harry frowned as the almost Swedish-looking Succubus rested a hand on his cousin's shoulder, leaving it there for a few seconds while the large body began to jerk with obvious orgasm. Her face was passive when she turned away and, with a gesture for Harry to move back, left the room, shutting it quietly behind her. "He's at least interested in women, I know you wondered. Very repressed if lesbians is the best he's seen or imagined at his age, but we can use him."

"Er..."

"For labor, if nothing else, Master," Lilith chuckled quietly, "He's not tiny, but he's not enough for me, thanks. Your aunt and uncle are downstairs, fortunately in separate rooms."

Indeed, Petunia Dursley was in the kitchen, wiping down the counter- already spotless- while listening to a gardening program on the little radio she kept in there, or occasionally took outside when she wanted to make it seem like she did most of the gardening.

She also, somehow, seemed strangely unhappy, despite not having noticed his presence.

Lilith, wings unfurling invisibly, floated over to the woman and pink dust began to waft down.

Unlike with most of the teens Harry had seen, though, there wasn't an immediate reaction like reaching for their genitalia, or stripping of clothes. Instead, Petunia only paused, hands falling still, and started to breathe a little faster, more shallowly.

Lilith then, standing behind her, ran a hand around his Aunt's narrow waist to cup a breast, making Harry shudder- he did not want to think about her in a sexual way, but at least it was better than Dudley or Vernon.

Petunia, the moment Lilith released her, collapsed to the floor in a faint, her body twitching slightly. Again, Lilith whispered in Harry's ear, "They haven't shagged- her and her husband- since your cousin was born. He's too fat to get it in, apparently, and she won't do more. She's thinking about a divorce, even, but knows she'd never survive if she did- and what would the neighbors think? I felt bad, so I gave her a good, hard cum."

Harry groaned. "Both of them?"

Lilith shrugged, "If it makes you feel any better, your uncle isn't likely to get the same from me any time soon- in any way."

Vernon, predictably, was watching football on the telly, stuffing his face.

Lilith didn't give him Fog of Lust. In fact, she only reluctantly touched the overweight man on the top of his head with a single finger for a few seconds, as Vernon Dursley drifted to sleep. Then she sighed, turning to Harry, "It's... kind of pathetic. He's gay. No interest in his wife. More in you, in fact, not that he'd ever try anything- it's not normal. I... I was going to make him near-impotent, like I did with Snape and he did to Draco Malfoy, but this is... just sad. Not sure I want to, anymore."

Harry grimaced, "I don't care, can we just- go? Let's get this over with."

"Sure, Master," Lilith grinned, stepping past him to the door and opening it for him, "After you."

Shopping with the Succubus was not quite what Harry had expected. Uncomfortable, occasionally painful trips to the Grocer's or, rarely, clothes shopping for Dudley (always uncomfortable, and more frequently painful), and the frantic shopping the Weasleys did for school were what he was familiar with.

But aside from the brief pause at Gringotts to get some money from his vault and change it to Pounds Stirling- Ms. Figg had given him no trouble for using her Floo, and even said it was probably safe without his guard- to attend the Alley, as long as he returned before dark.

They hadn't done much shopping there, though, having returned via Knight Bus not to Ms. Figg's, but to the Friary Guildford, a large shopping mall Harry had been to a few times with his relatives, which was a few miles from their home.

At their first stop Lilith had purchased, for a reason Harry had not understood at the time, a smart briefcase, a few yellow legal pads, and two clipboards along with a collection of fine pens and a few standard pencils.

From there, one of the larger anchor stores, where she'd quickly selected a queen-sized bed, simple in accoutrements with only a book-shelf style headboard and a low footboard, a pair of mattresses, and two different linen sets along with a new bedspread and blankets, and a small, but sturdy desk with locking drawers, and a comfortable office chair that swiveled, each to be delivered at exactly 6 PM that very day- at an extra charge, of course.

Clothes, too, Lilith had kept to her word, and if anyone thought it strange that an attractive older (but not by any means old) woman in a business suit was following a younger man around while selecting clothes for him, and writing on a legal pad, no one said anything.

And to be honest, Harry had quite expected the many looks Lilith was getting.

The gorgeous black girl with a massive afro hairdo, a couple years older than him, that was continually checking him out as they ate an early dinner was a bit more of a shock, but he (at Lilith's amused insistence) left a considerable tip, along with his relative's phone number and address.

At five, he was alone in his room when the doorbell rang.

Time to go.

He was already heading down the stairs when Vernon's angry call of, "Boy, get the door!" echoed through the house.

That Vernon Dursley was twenty times closer shocked no one that knew him.

Harry's eyes only rolled as he opened it, winked, then turned and called, "I think it's for you, Uncle Vernon."

With a loud grumble, Vernon Dursley rose from the creaking couch and, wiping greasy hands on his rump from the chips he'd been munching on, approached.

There, he stopped cold, heart hammering in his chest.

Maybe he wasn't attracted to men after all, not when women could look like that.

Petunia, too, arrived a few seconds later, hands wet from washing dishes, looking a little less unhappy than before.

"Mr. Dursley? You must be Harry, then, and... Petunia? It's a pleasure to meet you all."

The same stunning blonde, the same suit, Harry had been seeing for a few hours, only this time, Lilith carried the pad and clipboards in her attaché, and had some (purloined, he knew) business cards as well, one in her hand, which she offered out. "My name is Lilian Vergot, I'm a case-worker with the CPS, and I've recently been assigned to Mr. Potter's case. He is your... nephew, is that correct?"

Vernon Dursley spluttered, turning a gimlet eye on Harry. "I- we've never done anything to him, and never had any work with the CPS. Not sure why you're here, Ms-"

"Vergot," Lilith said with a casual smile, "like Peugeot, my maternal grandfather was French, his wife a Swede."

"Er, yes," Vernon said, apparent and surprising lust each time she spoke warring with his normal dislike of strangers, the government, and Harry- or anything that might mix two or more of those. "Yes, Vergot. I'd- I'm still not sure why you're here."

"Nothing too terribly bad, I'm sure," Lilith said, smiling over his shoulder, "As I said, I'm just newly assigned to Mr. Potter's file, and I've come to check up on him. Won't take but a few moments, if I could come inside...?"

Petunia, obvious jealousy of the woman's figure and looks aside, immediately jumped into her usual role of overly-charming hostess, elbowing past her husband to gesture Lilith inside.

A few moments later, a smattering of brandy aside (I'm on duty, Mrs. Dursley! Though I might not say no later...) and a glass of juice in hand, Lilith sat primly at the edge of the nicer of the arm-chairs, while Harry took the other, Petunia's normal spot, and his relatives, Dudley included (who could not hide the bulge in his pants at the sight of Lilith's current form), sat on the couch, Petunia in the middle.

Lilith sipped at the juice and opened her attaché, pulling out the same clipboard. "So, according to my notes, you've been fostering- never adopted- Mr. Potter, your nephew, Mrs. Dursley, for... a little under sixteen years?"

"Fifteen," Petunia corrected, "He's been with us since Halloween- or the day after- of 'eighty-two."

"Ah, yes, that's right," Lilith pretended to agree, "I crossed that with his birthday. Sorry- I'm still relatively new at this. And in that time, you've- that can't be right. You've never had a visit from CPS? Not in fifteen years?"

Vernon and Petunia shared a look, and Harry had to fight to hide the sudden fear in their eyes.

"Hm... well... you don't mind if I make a quick phone call, do you? Just to my office, won't take but a moment."

The recent cell-phone purchase, too, Harry had not understood the purpose for until now.

But he also knew that the phone was not yet activated- they were planning to do that tomorrow- and that Lilith was faking the entire conversation. His relatives, though... "Yes, Hi, Carly. Yes, it's me. I'm there now, yes. I've just seen a discrepancy in their paperwork. Fifteen years, no visit, can you believe it? I know, the files are probably somewhere, but I don't have them. N- Oh. It's one of those? Well, why didn't that get mentioned in the brief? Ridiculous- sometimes I can't stand management. Oh, I know, dear. Thanks for spotting it, though. That'll make things much easier. Yes, I understand, VIP client, I know, I know. Thanks again, I'll call you when I'm able. Drinks on Saturday? Sure. I'll talk to you later."

The business card she'd already given Vernon twisted in his hands as he looked increasingly tense. Lilith sighed and closed her case, pulling out a single blank piece of paper, slipping it over the rest on the clipboard. "So, now I know why I've been assigned to this case. You see, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I am a member not just of the CPS- but the WCPS. That's Wizarding Child Protective Services. And no, I don't recommend you go for the weapon, Mr. Dursley, as I am far faster than you- and unlike young Harry, I don't need a wand."

The lick of flame that suddenly hovered over the still-smiling woman's outstretched finger had all three Muggles frozen in fear.

Then it winked out, and the smile with it. "I have been reminded by my friend at the office that Mr. Potter is, in fact, a very important client. It turns out that we have been keeping a close eye on him- and you- for some time. Your work, your livelihood, at Grunnings is now at stake, Mr. Dursley. The welfare of your family. You may, in fact, be looking at life in prison for the upbringing you have bestowed upon the orphaned child of a Lord. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Dursley?"

"He's no- he's my sister's boy, he's not a Lord!" Petunia hissed, clearly terrified and reaching, grasping desperately, at any straw.

The smile returned to Lilith's face, this time somehow sinister, "Oh, but his father- his 'useless, layabout, drunkard' father? Philanthropy, serving his fellow man, those were James Potter's career choices, Mr. Dursley. And when I say 'philanthropy'-" she glanced at the paper she'd pulled out, "he gave away just under fourteen thousand pounds in the month that he died, to charitable causes. And his only son is the boy you've been treating like a slave. Now... now I'm here, and things will change."

Both of the adults swallowed. Dudley hadn't seemed to follow a word of the conversation, his eyes locked on the front of Lilith's suit-coat.

Harry had to admit, it was entrancing watching the dark cloth stretch, even straining the buttons a bit, not that she was overly 'fit' at the moment- just large.

The papers and clipboard vanished, and Lilith- Lilian- leaned back into the chair, folding her hands together crisply. "Mr. Potter, my client, now has access to legal help- mine. I graduated with my social work degree second, and a law degree first. He has access to his family's wealth, some of it, in a trust fund. Legally, right now, I have the ability to see you both in jail before day's end, and your son in foster care."

Before the Dursleys could protest, 'Lilian' raised a hand, "But, I will not. Your nephew, the boy you despise, doesn't want you punished in that way. Instead, he wants you to be aware of, and abide by, his wishes. One: You will not speak to him unless he speaks to you first. Two: You will address him with a measure of respect, as you would an equal. Three: There will be no chores. In return, he will provide his own sustenance. Four: You will provide living space for himself, myself- I understand you have a guest room- and any friends or associates of Mr. Potter's that he sees fit to invite here, without question, provided they provide you with the same level of respect- they will ignore you, you ignore them. Generous, don't you think? Five: When he reaches his majority- as a wizard, the age of seventeen- he will be gone from your lives, forever, and any contact with him beyond that point not of his own choice will result in the full weight of the law- magical law- coming down on you.

"Do these conditions sound fair, Mr. Dursley? Mrs. Dursley?"

Both nodded, white-faced.

"Excellent," Lilith said, standing up and taking up her attaché before offering a hand to Vernon, who did not take it, then to Petunia, who did, hand trembling.

Then she shot a wink to Dudley, and turned to Harry. "Well, Mr. Potter, would you like to show me my room?"

Harry barely held back the laughter as his door shut behind him. Lilith, body morphing back to its norm as she did so, collapsed into his arms, giggling madly into his chest. "That- that was brilliant," Harry gasped after he'd caught his breath.

And, true to their word, cowed for now, no one said a word as six burly men arrived a short while later, carted Harry's- well, the Dursley's- old furniture from his room, and then moved the boxes containing the newer furniture up and assembled each piece, leaving Harry only to make his bed and load the clothing back inside the dresser before turning in the much smaller-seeming space to his rosette friend again.

A friend that winked, then sank to her knees and started fumbling for his trousers, form once again, as it had been for the movers, the blonde 'WCPS worker'.

As 'Lilian' took his hardening member into her mouth with a groan, Harry fell back against his doorway, helpless before the onslaught. Lilian, it turned out, was insatiably horny, however, and quickly moved from just bobbing at the tip to deep-throating him for all she was worth, then undoing her blouse and tit-fucking Harry to completion before licking his seed, what little had escaped her mouth, off her glorious breasts with her Succubus' long tongue. "Thanks," she murmured, "I was hungry. Now, Master- you need your sleep. I'm going to go start setting up my new territory, okay?"

Harry groaned, satisfied, then slipped, half-dressed, into the new bed.

He was asleep in moments.

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