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Harry Potter, a young man longing to break free from his family and experience life on his own terms, had long dreamed of escaping home. Unfortunately, those dreams were crushed when his mother delivered the news that he would have to live at home and attend an English school with his sisters.
"But I got accepted to Beauxbatons with a full scholarship! All you have to do is sign the release forms, and I can escape Gabrielle and Fleur. Finally, I can have my own life," Harry pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she replied, shaking her head sadly and pushing a stack of financial forms away from her. "You know how difficult these past few years have been with your godfather leaving and the girls so involved with their friends... I need you here, Harry."
"Are you serious?" Harry asked, stunned by the disbelief that engulfed him. Part of him had expected this response, but he had allowed himself to fantasize about leaving it all behind, and now it was slipping away. Bitterness twisted his lips, and anger consumed him. "You've always favored them just because they share your blood, and I don't."
"Harry," she said with pain on her face. "You don't mean that..."
"Don't I?" Harry replied, hating himself but unable to suppress his anger. "Then why am I the one who can't go out on weekends? Why am I always the one cooking while they lock themselves in their rooms? I'm treated like a house elf!"
Her features stiffened, and spots of color appeared on her cheeks. Harry sensed he had gone too far, but his anger continued to surge. Not wanting to endure another lecture about how the girls contributed in their own way, he grabbed the papers and stood up to leave. She reached out as if to stop him, but he snarled angrily and headed to his room.
Harry's stepmother had never been a warm and loving person. She was undeniably beautiful, just like his sisters. In fact, their beauty made it hard to go out in public without attracting attention.
He slammed the door of his bedroom, locking himself in for hours, refusing to come downstairs and make dinner. He hoped this would force his lazy sisters or his mother to fend for themselves, but it didn't. Guilt eventually got the better of him, and after ten o'clock, he came downstairs to make sandwiches. The girls hurried down to grab them.
"Finally!" Fleur exclaimed, taking her meal upstairs.
"Thanks, Harry," Gabrielle said, pulling a chair up to the counter and starting to eat. "Mom told me you got accepted to Beauxbatons. But you don't really want to go to that stuffy school, do you?"
"Of course I do. Anything to get out of here," he replied.
"Are we really that awful?" Gabrielle asked, her big blue eyes softening. "I know it's been tough for you these past three years, but you're almost a man now... And everything will change after that big day."
Harry chuckled bitterly, having heard the same assurances from Gabrielle and his mother for years.
His stepmother had grown up in Eastern Europe and had passed on some peculiar ideas to her daughters.
"You still haven't told me what you want for your birthday," she said.
"Don't bother," Harry said, grabbing a bottle of water and heading towards the stairs.
"How about tickets to the game on Friday night?" she teased.
"Don't mess with me," Harry snapped, his voice choked, as Gabrielle held up four long tickets with the team logo in the middle.
"Center court," Gabrielle said, and her smile widened as she saw Harry's reaction.
"Wow, Krum is playing tonight!"
"I know, bro," Harry's sister replied with one of her incredible smiles and waved the tickets. "And we'll be there to see him get crushed!"
"I don't know what to say," Harry said, taking a step forward and pulling Gabrielle close.
"Hey! Know the rules, bookworm!"
Harry's good mood turned to bitterness as he was reminded once again of his place. He nodded, smiled in gratitude, took the tickets, being careful not to touch her, and then turned to leave.
"It's going to be so much fun!" Gabrielle added as Harry headed upstairs, but it sounded weak even to him.
Sinking onto his bed, Harry checked the tickets and saw that Gabrielle was right. They were incredible seats, right in the middle of the court. He didn't know how she managed to get them, but he couldn't wait to go there, even if it meant going with one of his sisters.
Ever since he could remember, their home had a strict no-touch policy. He was told when Sirius brought his stepmother and her daughters from Eastern Europe that their delicate magic, guarding them against a certain curse, could be disrupted by his aura. He thought it was strange, but he wasn't the only one who had to live like that. Even his godfather never touched his new fiancée and often wore gloves in the house.
If that had been the end of their oddities, Harry could have dealt with it, but from that point on, everything got even stranger. For a young man who only knew a solitary life with his godfather, who traveled for work, any addition to their home was a positive one. But on that first night, he received a list of chores, and his joy turned to bitterness when he saw how long the list was.
He felt like a human version of Kreacher. From cooking to paying bills and taking out the trash, he did most of the household chores. If Gabrielle and Fleur contributed more than symbolic amounts, it wouldn't have been so bad, but the girls lived like princesses. They never left their rooms unless they had classes or a party with friends, and his godfather and their mother gave them every allowance.
It wouldn't have been so bad if Harry wasn't tormented by their sight every day, making him feel guilty for the secret desires swirling in his head.
Mom and his sisters were the type who made rooms go silent when they walked in because every eye turned to admire their unmatched beauty. The first thing people noticed was their hair, which stood out before other women began dyeing their hair in a similar way. Mom had black hair that turned silvery white at the ends, while Fleur and Gabrielle had blonde hair that faded into similar silvery tips.
If their hair didn't catch people's attention, their high cheekbones, surprisingly green eyes, and full lips certainly did. Harry didn't think his mom ever wore makeup, but she always looked flawless like a model. Gabrielle and Fleur followed in her footsteps, with beautiful, fresh faces that could stop a man in his tracks, leaving him lost and trying to remember where he was going, and even what his name was.
And finally, if their stunning faces didn't captivate the observer's heart, their figures would undoubtedly parch their mouths and quicken their heartbeats. Harry was tortured to witness all three of them sunbathing in the backyard in bikinis, and he knew every nook and cranny of their bodies from hours of secret observations through his blinds. He wasn't proud of it, but the sight was too irresistible to ignore.
Fleur, both in terms of her figure and shape, resembled her mother. They had heavy breasts that seemed almost indecent on their slender, gravity-defying bodies, and their round, firm buttocks gave them a comic book allure. On the other hand, Gabrielle contrasted with her mother and Fleur in many ways. While her mother and Fleur mostly exuded dignified composure, Gabrielle was a whirlwind of energy and enthusiasm. Her personality was as vibrant as her petite stature. A foot shorter than her sister, she was so delicate that Harry worried he might break her, though he never actually did.
On the day Harry's stepmother, Apolline, and her daughters moved into the house, his godfather had sat him down to establish the rules of the house. The strangest one was that under no circumstances, not even to save them from choking, Harry could touch his new sisters or mother. Apolline explained the taboo and the importance of maintaining appearances, but Harry had stopped listening in his teenage anger.
Even then, he could see his future laid out before him, and it wasn't filled with the loving family he had hoped for when the three beauties arrived. His dreams were shattered that afternoon, and he resigned himself to a sad and lonely life, surrounded by women more beautiful than anything he had ever seen but utterly untouchable.
For the past three years, Harry had clung to dreams of escaping to a wizarding school. However, he wasn't yet 18, and without his stepmother's signature, it couldn't happen. Staring at the financial forms, wild anger engulfed him, and he grabbed a pen. Writing his stepmother's name on the form, he felt a wave of dizziness. He wasn't a rule-breaker, but he had reached his breaking point and made the decision right then.
Harry grabbed his gym bag and started stuffing clothes into it. His frustration had reached its boiling point, and he wasn't going to endure it any longer. He hopped on the computer and used the last of his summer job money to buy a Muggle bus ticket. Staring at the confirmation, a sense of guilt washed over him, but he pushed it aside, reminding himself of all the injustices he had endured over the past four years.
Having made his decision, he grabbed his bag and headed downstairs, wanting to leave before he changed his mind. He stopped abruptly when he saw his mother sitting in the hallway on a wooden bench. When she looked up, her eyes were red, and it was clear she had been crying.
"Don't try to stop me," Harry said, his emotions so overwhelming that he choked on his words and had to take a deep breath before continuing.
"I know how much we demand of you, Harry," she said with a soft voice, pleading with him. "But please... it won't always be like this. You have to believe me."
"Why should I? Since you arrived, I've been a slave. You don't even cook for yourself! I've had enough!"
"It's... complicated," she reached out to him, but at the last moment, she withdrew her hand, and her face twisted in pain. „Please, Harry. We need you... I need you. It's important that you're here when you come of age. We can't afford to lose you..."
"For what?" asked Harry, sensing that she was hiding some big secret from him.
"My distant cousins are going to visit us this week. Don't you want to be here when they arrive?
"Don't try to change the subject," said Harry. He had heard about all sorts of distant cousins who had stayed in the old country over the years, but she wasn't going to divert his attention.
"I'm not changing the subject," she said, tightening her lips in a lie. With a deep sigh, she shook her head. "I see we've brought you to the breaking point... I didn't want to spoil you like this before you came of age, but I'll do it if I have to," Harry said.
"What the hell are you planning?" demanded Harry, growing increasingly distrustful as she rose with her hands clasped in front of her, making her silk robe fit over her massive breasts.
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