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Chap. 100: Nuevo Familia

As usual, Harry woke up in a tangle of bodies that stank (albeit somewhat pleasantly) of sweat and sex, with his morning wood sheathed in a tight, delicious orifice. He kept up the subconscious motions of his hips for several seconds while he yawned, then blearily opened his eyes. Fleur's arsehole, it turned out, was what he was currently shagging, and probably had been for some time based on her rapid breathing and his own natural orgasm that was close at hand.

The gorgeous blonde was still asleep, he thought, though no doubt having the kind of rapturous dream he had just woken up from. A dream that might not even have been far from reality. He could feel Lilith and Hermione behind him, and he slowly turned his head to drink in the sight, even while his only free hand tightened a little on Fleur's exposed, taut nipple as he spooned against her.

Hermione had her back to him, but backwards, reminding him that he had fallen asleep after cleaning up the glorious mess Lilith had licked out of her pink pussy the night before. Harry grinned at the memory, but that expression widened when he saw Lilith's head pressed between Hermione's breasts, and the Succubus, who didn't normally even sleep, snoring cutely.

A gentle prod across their Bond told Harry that yes, she was unconscious, and even dreaming in a way that might've been considered normal for a human, though of course it was a highly sexual series of images playing out in her head.

Harry relaxed back into the bed, subtly flexing his Eye of Dominance using only his natural aura to keep the girls asleep. It wasn't that he didn't want their company. He did, he liked talking to all of them about any number of subjects. But he was enjoying the quiet, early morning and the tranquil, almost luxurious anal shag after the debauchery that the four of them had kept going essentially the entire previous day.

If I died, right now, I'd be a happy man, Harry realized, I'm in my home, in bed with three beautiful women who I love, and who love me back. A family.

... The only thing lacking is the rest of them.

He grinned again, this time with a sort of sarcastic, wry amusement at just how spoiled he had been at Hogwarts. Not just for sex, but for companionship, and he hadn't even realized it until after Dumbledore's death, when he had woken surrounded by more than two dozen people who cared about him.

A tear built in Harry's eye along with what was slowly becoming an inevitable release, but it was not a sad tear. "I love you all," he whispered out into the universe. Not just the three women with him, Fleur, Lilith, and Hermione. But all of them. All his friends, everyone who had impacted his life in some way.

Even the Dursleys, as much as he also hated them, Harry realized. Dudley may have turned out alright, and he would be fine never seeing Petunia or Vernon again, but he still thought of them as people who meant something to him. Not always good things, but they had still kept him alive, if only begrudgingly. Well... maybe love was too strong a word for them, but he had some small inkling of care, at least. He didn't want them to suffer or die at the hands of Death Eaters, anyway.

That had to count for something, right? And Dudley was an alright bloke now that he'd largely grown out of being a bully after Harry had saved his life, and then proceeded to get him a girlfriend or two.

In her sleep, Fleur's arse tightened as her Veela's body, attuned to sex and passion, responded in anticipation of Harry's orgasm. He groaned softly in bliss as he let it happen, neither encouraging nor holding it back. Once his cum had been safely deposited again, Harry gently rested a hand on the woman's firm arse and pulled out with a quiet squelching sound. "Fuck... oh, that's good," he chuckled, then pushed himself to a sitting position.

It wasn't easy extricating himself for a shower as the sun crested the horizon across the valley, but Harry managed without waking the girls up, then withdrew the little tendrils of magic so they could wake up on their own while he headed into the bathroom.

He had seen it before on the grand tour Lilith and Fleur had given him and Hermione over Yule, but he still marveled at how massive the room was. The single chamber, intended for pleasure as much as hygiene, now had two WC stalls on the left as you entered, and Harry knew the walls could be made translucent in part or in whole with a touch of a magical being's finger and a simple command word. Two sinks to match them sat again on their left, at the center of the east-facing wall. A single large shower held three heads, a wide X-shaped one that could either cover the whole thing with rain-like spray or in powerful downward jets, and two smaller ones for individual use on either side sat on the right as you entered, opposite the toilets. The entire other half of the room, twenty- by twenty-five feet of it, was dominated by what some people would call a small swimming pool. Harry knew, however, that it was actually a very large hot tub, with hundreds of jets, and a good twenty spigots modeled after the variety in the Prefect's Bath at Hogwarts. Fleur had told them during the tour that Beauxbatons had a similar set-up for their own version of Prefects, and she knew the charms to make it function like that.

He grinned as he thought about the fun they might have in that space, or even just the joy of being able to shower, either privately or together; the large shower had curtain dividers too. Even if it would be a bit weird to be reminded of Hogwarts some thirty years later in the way the tub worked, Harry didn't mind. He loved the School, after all, and didn't think a bit of nostalgia in his later years would be a problem.

His shower itself was quick and efficient, and Harry called out a quick thanks to Dobby, who had somehow deposited fresh, white towels with the word "Potter" monogrammed on them in gold with a little snitch in place of the O, and laid out clean, well-fitting Muggle clothes, without being noticed. Ones he remembered purchasing last summer, but had never worn. Somehow, they still fit perfectly.

Sizing Charms, he realized, or maybe Dobby or Winky altered them. It's brilliant, either way.

He cut a dashing figure, if he said so himself, in a sky blue polo shirt and gray, acid-wash jeans. He looked somewhere between the actual adult he still wanted to be, and the wild teenager he had never been able to. The combination suited him, he thought, as he ran a comb through his unruly hair.

It sort of worked. A little.

Harry blinked, as a memory came back to him.

"I know who I look like," Harry whispered.

Not just his father, with his mother's eyes, though there was that, too. A lot of that, if he were honest.

But the older gentleman, who had stood behind James in the Mirror of Erised with a hand on his son's shoulder.

His grandfather, he had always assumed. Now, he knew it must be so. "I have to find his name."

It took just moments for Harry to rummage through his school trunk to find it. Years ago, Sirius had recommended not reading anything about Wizarding Genealogy.

But this last year, Daphne had.

He cracked the book open carefully, mindful of its age, and skimmed the contents quickly while he tried to find information on his family. It wasn't much, the entire book might have been a hundred and fifty hand-written ("Not numbered, of course, that would have been far too convenient", Harry muttered) pages, which had then been copied down by magic. It was dreadfully boring too, mostly, but there were bits and pieces that caught his attention. Diabolist, a word he'd heard before, in association with the Nott family. Selwyn. Gaunt. Abbot. Bones. And there it was... "Potter," he exhaled with reverence.

The book didn't mention his grandparents, he assumed, since the last entry with his family mentioned at all had been three hundred years earlier, and the last note included essentially told him that the family would be removed from the list for marrying a Muggleborn.

He scowled. Rubbish. After tossing the book back into his trunk, Harry took a last look at the sleeping girls. Fleur was now on her other side, lips pressed against Hermione's delightful rump as she continued to sleep, but Lilith was starting to stir.

She lifted her head as he touched the doorknob. "Master?"

"You can keep sleeping, love," he told her kindly, "I'm just going to get breakfast."

"Mm... sounds good. But I'll go get my own. I should start establishing my presence in the territory, since there's another Succubus in town. I don't want her to get ideas."

Harry nodded, "Alright, love. See you later."

Any plans Harry might have made about making breakfast for the witches to eat in bed were dashed when he stepped into the dining area. He had, for some reason, expected now-cold pastries, stale bread, and dough that would need to be tossed for having sat out too long.

What he got was, well, not that.

Winky was waving her hands around the large kitchen area, but she glanced toward him while the flying cookware and pastries re-sorted themselves without her direct input. "Breakfast be on the informal table, Harry Potter, Sir."

"Er, th- Thanks, Winky. How long have you been doing that?"

"This?" she gestured up at the baking and cooking going on at a level she couldn't have seen, much less reached physically, "About ten minutes, Sir. Winky spent two hours trimming the verge, and has weeded the garden already since she woke, Sir."

Harry blinked and stopped half-way down into his chair. "Er, Winky... has Dobby not talked to you about taking it easy?"

She shuddered, "Dobby... has, Sir..."

He sighed. "You aren't with Mr. Crouch any more, Winky. You're my Elf, right?"

She nodded, her bulbous nose pinking a little as her eyes started to water. "Y- Yes, Sir."

"I'm glad to have you. I know you are a good elf, Winky," he told her, trying to remain calm even though he felt a huge wave of frustration at the way she, and all other House Elves he supposed, were indoctrinated. "But I want you to be healthy, and happy. I know you like to work. I respect that, I like to work too. I also like to cook, did you know that?"

Her eyes widened comically, "Th- The Great Harry Potter Sir... cooks, Sir?"

He smiled, "I do. I find it relaxing, most of the time. Fun. I do it for pleasure, it's not just work. So you and I will have to work out some schedule, or something, where I can cook sometimes and you can cook the rest. On those days, I want you to relax instead. Take some time to do something you want to do that isn't working. No sewing, cooking, cleaning, trimming, or other upkeep of the house. At least an hour a day you should have to do what you want to do. Like... a hobby."

"Winky doesn't understand," she whined, almost piteously.

"Read a book. Draw. Paint. Dance. Sing, I don't care. Just find something you like to do, and do that. If you get bored or sick of it, do something else. Alright? I'll make it an order if I have to."

"Ordering your servants around already, Master?" Lilith chirped - far too bright-eyed considering she had been awake for less than five minutes - as she sauntered down the stairs in her normal form for him, but at least wearing a cute sundress. "I'll make a Dark Lord or whatever out of you, yet!"

Harry rolled his eyes as she leaned in to kiss him sweetly, "You're terrible. Don't teach Winky stuff like that. I'm not a Dark Lord, Winky, and I have no desire to be."

"Y- Yes, Sir..."

Lilith only grinned, showing not the slightest hint of shame. Then she turned to Winky, "Don't worry, he's not the evil one, I am. Just ask Dobby, I get up to all sorts of debauchery. I think I'm going to go engage in some now. I should be back in a couple of hours, Master, unless you need me for something before then?"

"Nah," he shook his head, "Go have fun... whatever it is you're doing."

"Feeding dreams, and feeding from them, the late sleepers, mostly," she told him, "Just takes flying over their houses. Marking out the boundaries for the manor's territory again. I can't just claim the whole town- I'm not strong enough- but I also wouldn't want to hedge out the other Succubus' territory, or surround it. It'd just be convenient if I could have a straight shot through to your Dogfather's house. Easier to Shadow-step in my own territory. Passengers, too, in case of an emergency."

"Ah. That would be nice... well, if you think of a solution, or want some input, you know where to find me."

Lilith grinned almost maniacally, "Balls deep in every pussy you can find?"

"That, too," Harry laughed.

The expression the pink-haired Succubus wore dropped to something more serious, as she leaned in and kissed him again, this time more tenderly, "I felt what you were feeling when you were keeping us asleep. I love you too, Master."

Then she was gone with a jaunty wave and a saucy swagger to her slender hips as she bounced toward the manor's entryway.

Harry took two bites of his (admittedly delicious) bacon and eggs before he looked up to see Winky staring at him with an unreadable expression. "Er... S- Something wrong?"

Winky shook her head, but kept watching him as he took and chewed three more bites. Then Harry sighed and put his fork down. "Winky, you can talk to me. I'm not going to get mad at you if you have questions, or want to share something. A thought, an opinion, an observation. You are a thinking, breathing creature, and I want you to treat yourself like I would and will treat you. To me, you are as worthy of respect as any witch or wizard. I know, that's going to be a hard adjustment for you. But I do value you. Please, tell me what's on your mind."

"Winky will, Sir, if Sir commands it," she whispered, as she started to wring her hands nervously.

It was a strangely child-like gesture, one which prompted Harry to ask, "How old are you, Winky?"

"W- Winky is two-hundred and eighty-six, Sir, as Wizards count years, Sir."

He nodded. "And how old is Dobby?"

Her ears flopped a little as she thought for a moment, her head cocked to the side, "Winky believes Dobby is three-hundred and nine, Sir."

"And is that... old, for an Elf? I know it isn't, like, an 'old elf', but is Dobby an... an adult, by Elf standards?"

Her round nose pinked again, and she nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Is... Winky?"

"N- No, Sir. Not quite."

His eyes closed. Of course. Not just slaves, but child slaves. Hermione would be furious for months about this, possibly years. "How long had you been a Crouch Elf, before he gave you clothes? I'm sorry if this is a hard question for you, Winky, but I need to know."

"Thirty-one years, Winky thinks, Sir."

Harry nodded again, and his eyes opened. He was sure they were blazing, because Winky recoiled. Harry lifted a hand, "I'm not angry at you, Winky, I promise. I am not going to hurt you, or punish you. I want you to not punish yourself. Remember my rule: You can only punish yourself if I, or someone in charge of the House, tells you to."

She nodded quietly, and slowly moved back to standing normally, though her wide-eyed gaze still stayed locked on Harry.

"How long until you are considered an adult?"

Winky shrugged, "The- the Head Elf must dictate that, Sir, or the Wizard or Witch Winky belongs to, Sir."

Harry blinked again, this time in surprise. He knew it wasn't really his place to dictate or even judge what another sentient being's culture or rules or society worked like, but that seemed a bit strange to him. Not completely out of the realm of understanding or imagination, but a little weird. Still, it was something he could work with. "Is Dobby the Head Elf of this House?"

She nodded again.

"Dobby?"

The other elf, one of his oldest friends now, popped into the room, "Yes, Harry Potter, Sir? You is calling for Dobby?"

"I did, yes, thank you. As you are my Head Elf, I need you to answer some questions for me, if you can. If you don't know, you can simply tell me that, I will not be upset. I understand you are still pretty young yourself."

"Dobby understands, Harry Potter, Sir."

"What are the usual requirements for an Elf- or a female Elf if it matters- to be considered an adult?"

The taller of the two diminutive creatures hemmed and hawed for a moment, before he replied, "Dobby doesn't know everything on the subject, but Dobby thinks they must be over two hundred and ten in years. They must know the basics of all chores a household might have. Cooking, cleaning, sewing, and so on. They must have an expertise. And that is it, Dobby thinks?"

"Winky? Does that sound right?"

She nodded slowly, "Wi- Winky thinks so, yes, Sir."

"And do you know how to take care of a Household?"

"Yes, Sir..."

She seemed suddenly nervous, even terrified. Harry couldn't blame her, he was scared of adulthood, too. "What do you have expertise in? I guess that's something you specialize in?"

"W- Winky is a good cook, Sir," she whispered.

"I believe that, this is delicious. And we've already established you are of the age to become an adult."

She nodded, this time seeming even more scared, as Dobby's eyes widened. He must have realized what Harry intended, too.

"One more question then, Winky, and please answer honestly. Do you want to be an adult Elf? If you don't, we can wait. But I will not have a child working for me. You can stay part of my House, but you will not be able to work."

"Winky... Winky will become an adult, Sir, if that is the cost," she whispered, giving a significant glance at Dobby.

Dobby smiled.

Harry did, too. "I'm not sure why you are scared, Winky."

"W- Winky isn't ready for children, Sir," she told him.

Harry recoiled as if struck. "Ch- Children...? I don't understand."

She clammed up. Rather than force the issue, Harry turned to Dobby, instead. Dobby, who blushed full in the face, then told him, "Dobby isn't the best to say this, Sir, but... when an Elf maid becomes an adult, the Head Elf chooses a partner for her to... to have children, Sir. To make more Elves for the Family."

"I don't need more Elves," Harry told them both, "I don't have enough work for the two of you."

"N- Not that family," Dobby clarified, "the wizard family. Dobby means the Elf Family, Sir."

"We'll have to discuss that later, then," Harry told them, "but why is that a problem? Do you have to choose right away? Do you have to pick yourself, if that's the problem?"

"Winky does not object to Dobby, Sir," Winky spoke up with an unusually high squeak in her already high voice, "Winky is just not ready for children, Sir."

"I'm not, either," Harry chuckled, "so I don't blame you. We got ready in advance because... well, I don't really know why, to be honest."

Across their bond, Harry felt Lilith's quiet voice filter through his mind, showing she was listening in on the conversation despite some distance between them, "It's to give you something to look forward to, Master."

Oh. That made sense, then.

"Still, do you have to do things... soon? Like, if you become an adult, does that mean, um, that Dobby and you have to- to have children- soon?"

"Dobby does not think so, technically, Harry Potter Sir," the elf told him, "But it is traditionally done that same night. And again until it is done, and again and again after that."

"What? What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused, "I mean, I know how babies are made, I get that part, but I'm a bit lost."

"Like you and your lady-friends," Dobby clarified, "sometimes it doesn't work the first time, and you have to keep trying until it does. And afterward. It be like... like the Lady of the House to you, Sir. Or Ladies, Dobby supposes. For a long time, many years."

Suddenly it dawned on Harry what they were getting at. "Oh. You mean like, a marriage. So... not just having children, but you aren't ready for... the rest of it?"

Winky nodded, "Yes, Sir, that be it, Winky thinks. Winky is fond of Dobby, but Winky is not ready to be the mother of Dobby's children for the rest of their lives, Sir. Winky thinks Dobby is still a weirdo, Sir."

"I'm a weirdo, by human standards. It's not so bad. Besides, just because we're paying you doesn't mean we don't have work, right? It's not either-or, Winky. You can have pay, and respect, and be treated kindly, and have work. It's all of it at once."

Winky and Dobby both nodded, the latter fervently, the former with much more caution. "Anyway, I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do, Winky. Sometimes tradition is valuable, and sometimes it's not. I don't believe in slavery. That's why I pay you, and enforce days off. Just because some traditions are old doesn't mean they are good. This might be one of them we need to make a new tradition for. So you can be an adult, and not be forced to have children right away. You can even do 'the thing' without having children, if you want. I'm certainly not one to complain. Does that sound fair to you, Winky? Dobby?"

"Yes, Sir," Dobby replied first.

A moment later, Winky did too, still a lot more hesitantly, but she seemed sincere enough. After Dobby had gone about his business once more, Winky squeaked, "W- Winky has one more question for Harry Potter, Sir. Winky apologizes if Winky is presumptuous, Sir. It isn't Winky's business, but Winky feels she could serve the House better if she had an answer, Sir."

"Go ahead, Winky," Harry told her as he took another bite, somehow still warm despite now sitting on his plate for several minutes. "I never mind honest questions, none of us do. I ask plenty myself."

"Is... is yesterday normal, for Sir?"

Harry blinked. "Er... What do you mean? What part of yesterday?" All he could remember was arriving at the manor, greeting Fleur in the kitchen after being told where she would be, and then lots and lots of sex.

"The... the Mating, Sir. Sir has a Sucky-huss. Sir has two Ladies of the House. One is a Maid of the House? Winky is confused about that. Is Miss Fleur a Consort? A Concubine? Is Mistress Hermione still Winky's primary person to look after? Is Winky's- is the kitchen a place where Winky must expect... mating... all the time?"

Harry took several seconds to process the several (at least related) questions, and found himself blushing as he remembered Winky was the approximate just-shy-of-adulthood age he was himself, even if by age she could have been an adult for decades as humans experienced life. "I... It's 'Succubus', first off. And don't let her hear you say that, she'll think it's an adorable pet name."

Winky nodded seriously, even though Harry had been joking. Lilith probably would just make some joke about being a hussy who sucked very well, thank you, before moving on.

"Lilith can also be considered a Lady of the House. And- and there are more. Several more. You'll meet most or all of them over the summer. Katie is one, she should be here today, actually. If you prefer more work, you can perhaps assist Hermione and her both. Or as many as you can take- but remember my rule about time off and not overworking yourself. Your health is more important than work."

Again, the Elf nodded.

"As for Fleur... she is a Lady of the House, for sure. But she likes to pretend to be a Maid, I think, because she knows I like the idea. Or something. But she likes to cook and bake, like me. She isn't a Consort or Concubine. And if I have either of those, because I probably will before the Summer ends, they will also be considered Ladies of the House. You can tell Dobby that, too."

"Winky will do that," she answered, "Winky thinks she understands. Sir has said he wants to treat people equally."

"Exactly," Harry smiled at her, and swallowed more eggs before he continued, "As for the last part... yes, probably. I don't know if it will be every day. I don't... I'm sorry, if it embarrasses you, I should respect your space. Does it bother you?"

Winky shook her head rapidly enough that her ears flopped in front of her eyes on either side of the turn. "W- Winky doesn't mind. It isn't clean, Sir, but Winky can clean after. Winky likes to-"

Then she clammed up, red-nosed again.

Harry grinned, "Were you watching us? You can be honest, I won't be upset."

More red, brighter, almost like a certain famous reindeer, her nose started to glow. "W- Winky watched..."

"Alright," Harry grinned, "Well, if you don't mind, then we probably will, yes. I'm not like most Wizards, Winky. I- my family and I, are all very randy, all the time. We'll probably do lots and lots of mating, having sex, all over the house, all the time. Not constantly, of course, but a lot. Several times a day, probably, for most of the rest of our lives."

"Winky understands, Sir."

"Does it bother you?"

Again, she shook her head, though more calmly. "No, Sir. Winky keeps her Master's secrets. Winky just wanted to know what to expect from Sir, Sir."

"Then that, yes. Lots of it, and with lots of people. And pay, and days off, and work."

For some reason, the blush came back just a little. "And... and Winky has seen the Nursery, Sir."

Harry nodded as he polished off his plate, then drank what he had thought was pumpkin juice, only to be pleasantly surprised by apple instead. "Yes, well... At some point, I- we- will be having children. Lilith thought it was best to be prepared, and to give me something to look forward to. As if I didn't have enough."

Any further response was interrupted by a soft chime throughout the room. Harry knew, somehow, what it was before Winky announced it, "Sir's Dogfather, his Dogfather's Ms. Orla, and Miss Katie are here to call, Sir."

"Excellent," Harry replied, all smiles, "I'll go greet them. Thank you for breakfast, Winky, it was delicious."

The Elf only blushed some more.