NOCE

by Little Merger

Noce

1. One Big Happy Weasley Family

One Big Happy Weasley Family Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/51899545.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Fleur

Delacour/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Victoire Weasley, Harry Potter/Rose Weasley, Harry Potter/Lily Luna Potter, Gabrielle Delacour/Harry Potter, Angelina Johnson/Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin/Harry Potter

Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fleur Delacour, George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Gabrielle Delacour, Percy Weasley, Teddy Lupin, Victoire Weasley, Rose Weasley, Lily Luna Potter, Ginny Weasley

Additional Tags: Incest, Smut, Underage Sex, Cuckolding, Threesome - F/F/M, Pregnancy, Female Teddy Lupin, Post-Hogwarts, Humor, Vaginal Sex, Extremely Underage

Language: English Stats: Published: 2023-11-28 Completed: 2024-04-28 Words: 49,556 /tags/Extremely%20Underage

One Big Happy Weasley Family by Formerly_known

Summary

Voldemort has been defeated, Harry is ready to start a normal life with his girlfriend while raising his orphaned goddaughter. Then, he gets a summons to Gringotts, and it seems that his favorite redhead family have a lot to answer for. How will Harry handle the fallout? And how will he manage to exact his revenge?

Notes

This is a three-shot. The next chapter is already up you-know-where (and if you don't, the link is at the end.) It'll be some next-gen smut, but the next-gen girls won't actually be included until the third chapter. This is your classic "Weasleys and Dumbledore stole all of Harry's money" trope, which is always fun. I wish I could have come up with a different title, since I know of at least one classic smut fic with the same name, but I can't really come up with anything else that fits.

Anyways, hope you enjoy, and as always, leave a review if you liked the /users/Formerly_known/pseuds/Formerly_known

Revelations

It was two months after the war had ended. Things had just barely settled down. The last few Death Eaters had been rounded up and the trials were in full swing.

Just the other day, Harry had smiled with glee as he watched Draco and Lucius be sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss. Apparently, Mrs. Malfoy had thought Harry would vouch for them, as if her saving his life made up for the lifetime's worth of atrocities both men had committed.

But, outside of attending the trials and showing support for Kingsley, Harry found himself detached from it all. He'd entertain joining the auror core, before realizing that after spending an entire year on the run and a lifetime of having a dark lord after him, the last thing he wanted to do was hunt more dark wizards.

Besides, he had responsibilities.

Harry smiled as he squeezed Ginny's hand. They'd picked up their relationship right where they'd left off, and they'd found plenty of time to be together.

In her arms, Ginny was carrying a baby girl, a baby girl who's hair was constantly cycling from red to purple to blue. His goddaughter, Theodora Lupin. An orphan like him, and now his full responsibility after both her grandparents had passed.

Harry should have felt daunted by the task of raising a child when he himself was just barely eighteen, and yet he found himself embracing it. And Ginny had embraced it right along with him. The two had moved to Grimmauld Place, and his girlfriend had been persistent in saying that she would forego her seventh year at Hogwarts to help Harry raise little Dora.

She'd reasoned that she was already being scouted by professional quidditch teams, and that she could sit her N.E.W.T.s without actually attending the school.

Right now, the newly formed family were walking through Diagon Alley. The Alley wasn't bustling, not yet, but there were definitely signs of life.

Their destination was a place that Harry hadn't expected to visit for quite a while. Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Clearing up his, Ron and Hermione's break-in and subsequent escape had been an international incident by itself. In the end, all he'd had to do was surrender five percent of his ancestral vaults. The goblins had acted as if that had been a coup, which Harry didn't understand. His vaults hadn't really been that massive.

Either way, he'd thought things had been settled, which left him all the more surprised when he'd received an urgent missive from Gringotts, summoning him to the bank at the earliest convenience.

Even weirder still, they summoned Ginny as well.

"What do you think this could be about?" Ginny asked as she lightly rocked Dora in her arms.

Harry shrugged. "Maybe they want to ask about the Sword of Gryffindor?"

"Doesn't make sense to why they'd summon me."

Harry silently agreed.

They reached the massive doors of the bank and were immediately let in by the grumpy Goblin guards. The moment they entered the bank, the head of every teller snapped over to them.

"Potter's here." Someone grumbled. The other goblin's continued to stare at him as one particularly well dressed and angry looking goblin rushed out to meet them.

"You're here! Finally! Do not delay any longer, wizard! And leave the hatchling in its ring of containment!"

"Er… what's that?"

The goblin raised a gnarled eyebrow. "You humans do not keep your hatchlings in a ring of molten metal when you do not want them puttering about?"

Harry and Ginny shared incredulous looks. "No." They said in unison.

The goblin clicked his tongue. "So be it, bring it along, but I do not want it chattering."

With that, the goblin swept around and began marching off. Harry, Ginny and a sleeping Dora followed close behind.

They entered through a backdoor and were led through many important looking offices. They walked in silence as the angry little goblin marched with a purpose, until he finally reached a very grand looking door at the end of the hall.

The goblin touched the door with the tip of his finger and it swung open. Inside, there was a long table with a lot of people waiting, people that Harry and Ginny recognized immediately.

"Mum? Dad? George? Ron?"

The entire Weasley family and their spouses were present. Bill was with Fleur, Ron was with Hermione, a very morose looking George was there with Angelina. Charlie, Percy, they were all there.

"Ginny, Harry, you're here." Molly's voice was strained, and as Harry looked around the table, he saw that all the Weasley men looked equally as uncomfortable. Fleur, Angelina and Hermione for their part, all looked confused.

"Have a seat, Mr. Potter."

At the head of the table was the oldest, meanest looking goblin Harry had ever seen. He'd met this goblin before, he was the head of the London branch of Gringotts, one of the many Goblin Kings.

"Lord Crotchrot." Harry bowed his head slightly, knowing how sensitive goblins could be about perceived disrespect. "What's this about?"

He and Ginny slid into the two empty seats next to Ron and Hermione. Harry gave his friends a nod, though Ron seemed to be avoiding his eyes for some reason.

Dora woke up on Ginny's lap, and Harry's girlfriend produced a pacifier from her bottomless bag, which the baby quickly took to, preventing a bout of cries that would surely have irritated Crotchrot.

"As you know, Gringotts took possession of five percent of the Potter vaults recently." Crotchrot began.

Harry nodded. He couldn't help but notice just how fiddly all the Weasleys were. Even Molly and Arthur were squirming around nervously. Ginny was the only one who just looked curious, like he did.

"This was supposed to be a massive windfall, seeing as the Potter vaults were among the five most valued ancestral vaults in the entire international Gringotts system."

Harry's mouth fell open. "Wait, international… does that mean…"

"Yes, wizard, it does. Your family is in rarified company, and has no peers in England."

That was definitely news to Harry, who had never heard a single hint about his family's supposedly vast stores of wealth.

"So, imagine our surprise when our automatic deduction spell returned only a paltry three- thousand galleons to our hands. Even accounting for the Irresponsible spending of a brainless child, this made absolutely no sense."

"I barely spent my money!" Harry defended himself. "Maybe you guys messed up."

Crotchrot flashed him a smile that showed rows of sharp teeth. "Oh. We did, wizard. And it has been corrected. The traitor known as Griphook has been taken care of. But that still leaves the failure on your end."

"The failure on my end?"

Crotchrot pulled out a heavy binder and slid it across the long table all the way towards Harry. Many hands twitched along the way, wanting to intercept it before it reached Harry, but in the end, Harry found himself face to face with a very impressive looking dossier.

"Harry, dear… maybe you should wait to read that! You should get a solicitor first, who know what confusing language is in that thing." Molly was sweating profusely now.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Mum, what the hell is going on?"

"I would like to know too." Hermione said, glaring at Ron with folded arms. "You've all been acting mighty suspicious ever since we received that summons."

"Oui." Fleur said, giving Bill a sidelong glance. "I 'ave my theories, and if they are proven to be true…" she trailed off, but the fire that coursed through his wife's eyes made Bill shudder.

"Oh, just give it up, mum, everyone." George croaked in a defeated, empty tone. "Just read it, Harry."

Harry blinked, but decided it was best to just get on with it. Ginny leaned in next to him, and together, they began reading through the thick dossier in silence.

And it was a very thick, very tense silence that stretched on for minutes on end. For Fleur, Hermione and Angelina, Harry and Ginny's increasingly distressed and shocked expressions were the only thing they had to go by.

"Mum, please say it isn't so." Ginny said, sending her mother a pleading look.

Molly offered her daughter a very weak smile. "We did it for you, Ginny-dear."

…

There was absolute pandemonium in the room now. Bill was hiding under the table as a harpy-like Fleur was prodded back by a trio of goblin guards, a fireball flickering in her hand. The rest of the Weasleys, sans-Ginny, were cowering in a corner, though thankfully, while the others were irate, they were not in the mood to start blasting them to high-heaven.

"Fleur, calm down!" Harry urged the veela.

Fleur looked over at Harry, her avian features taking nothing away from her stunning beauty. " How can you say that, 'Arry? After everything they did! After what this cochon did!" Fleur managed to sneak a fireball in between the goblin guard, though it didn't hit Bill, who was still under the table, instead leaving a burn mark on the very expensive marble.

"Delacour! You will stand down! I don't care what this idiot has done, you are still a Gringotts employee. That burn mark will be coming from your paycheck!"

That managed to calm Fleur down, at least enough for her to return to her human form, huffing angrily as she walked over to the aggrieved side of the room.

Ginny had tears streaming down her face. "Harry, I swear, I had no idea."

Dora was mimicking Ginny, wailing openly as the woman that held her shook with sobs.

Hermione was trying to keep it together, while Angelina was quietly smoldering, glaring holes into George's face.

Harry was numb to it all. He'd been angry at first, but after going through just the sheer volume of it, it became almost comical.

Dumbledore and the Weasleys had been siphoning money from his accounts. All of the headmaster's fancy robes? Snape's salary? The school's expenditures for the Triwizard Tournament? All paid for by Harry's money.

Meanwhile, it turned out that the 'lottery' the Weasleys had won during Harry's third year had just been them spending Harry's money. They'd stayed at the Burrow to keep up appearances, but it turned out that Molly and Arthur had a beach house in Calais and a Manor in Windsor. They'd literally apparate there each night when they went into their room.

Bill's curse breaking courses, Charlie's dragon handling camps and their penthouse apartments abroad had all been paid for with Potter funds. When Harry had given the twins his Tri-Wizard winnings, it had been a drop in the bucket compared to the money they'd already taken from him.

Then it just became ridiculous. The gnomes in the Weasley's garden that he'd tossed over the fence during his second year? Expensive designer gnomes that cost five thousand galleons a pop.

And then came the deceptions. Pretending to be poor in front of Harry. Second year, when his wand had broken, Molly had offered Ron a new one but the boy had decided to wait until the end of the year, to 'keep up appearances', when he'd really just wanted the ready made excuse to be even lazier in classes.

And then there were the potions. The hyper-expensive potions that became prohibitively expensive when Snape added an exhorbitant markup, knowing that all parties would agree to pay, seeing as they were all playing with house money anyways.

These potions were designer love potions, much more sophisticated than your run of the mill apothecary love potion. Using them, they'd managed to ensnare Fleur, Angelina and Hermione, though Harry noted that they hadn't used one on him for Ginny.

"Why?"

"Why what, Harry dear?" Molly had the gall to use the same motherly tone she'd always had.

"Why didn't you love potion me?"

Molly bit her lip, but Arthur spoke in her stead. "We were going to do it, but then we saw you actually falling for her, and Snape wasn't going to make any more of them, so we gave it to Charlie instead."

"Charlie?" Harry glanced at the stocky Weasley who he'd never seen with a partner.

"I'm dragonsexual. Is that a crime?"

"It eez." Fleur said in disgust.

Harry ignored that tangent, pushing on as he questioned the Weasley matriarch.

"And that list where you divided up my stuff?"

They'd written out a disturbingly detailed list on how they'd divide up Harry's stuff in case of his death. Down to Charlie getting Hedwig and Molly getting his Weasley sweaters back.

"We… we figured it was best to be thorough." Molly said weakly.

"Why did you never tell Ginny?"

"We did, she got irrationally angry so we obliviated her." Percy explained, as if he were talking about cauldron bottoms.

"Irrationally angry?!"

Ginny had to remember she was carrying a child in her arms, otherwise she would have ducked under Harry's outstretched arm and sent something much worse than the bat-bogey hex in her family's direction.

"Harry, mate, remember last week when I covered our round of drinks…"

"Ronald." Hermione warned.

Ron put his hands up. "I'm just saying! It can all be water under the bridge."

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose before turning over to the goblin. "What recourse do I have?"

"If you sue them for stealing your funds, we can begin litigation, garnish their wages and seize their assets." Crotchrot said with a vicious snarl.

"It barely scratches the surface on what they deserve." Angelina spat. "But its a start."

Harry wore a thoughtful look on his face as he looked at the goblin. While that did sound like a good idea, he also knew that the goblins were only suggesting it because they stood to benefit greatly from it.

But, not only was Harry not in the mood to help the goblins out, he felt that seizing assets and garnishing wages wasnt enough. It wasn't a proper punishment. Harry wanted them to suffer.

"What about my marriage?" Fleur asked in hysterics. "Zere is no way to reverse zat."

"What do you mean, Fleur?" Hermione asked.

"There's no such thing as divorce in the wizarding world, Hermione." Angelina said.

"And your bethrotal contracts with us are iron clad as well!" Ron said with glee. "So if you leave us destitute, you're leaving them destitute too, Harry!"

"Betrothals? When the hell did that happen?" Hermione shrieked.

"Remember that time I got you drunk and asked you to sign my petition to have the Chudley Cannons named the team of the Century?"

Hermione gasped. "You bastard."

"Merlin, Ron. Why didn't you apply yourself like this in school?" Ginny asked bitterly.

Ron shrugged. "Why work hard in school when I can get everything I want like this?"

"Harry, I'm really, really sorry for what my family's done, but do you really want to ruin these girl's lives?" Arthur asked.

Harry couldn't believe how, after all they'd done, the Weasleys had the gall to try and guilt him into doing things their way.

That's when it clicked for him. He had a lightbulb go off in his head and he glanced at the girls.

"Girls, if you could come over here for a moment."

They hesitated for a second, but soon Fleur, Hermione, Ginny and Angelina joined Harry in a circle, with a now much calmer Dora babbling away as they whispered.

Whatever they were discussing, it made Hermione and Ginny's faces flush, though both their expressions quickly turned into determined looks.

They broke the huddle, and turned to face the Weasley family.

"I wont sue, and I wont ask for any of my money back."

The Weasleys cheered while Crotchrot snarled, smashing a fist down on the marble table as he cursed foolish wizards.

"Under a few conditions."

Ron scoffed. "Bring it on, mate. How bad can it be?"

…

Seven months later…

Bill was woken up, as he always was, by the thumping.

He'd thought it wouldn't bother him. After all, he still had his house, and while he'd lost his job as a curse breaker and would be unable to find any further employment in the field, he'd joined George at the joke shop, so he should be able to stay afloat.

And yet, it bothered him a lot. It pissed him the fuck off.

After all, who wouldn't be bothered, when almost every day, his wife was being fucked by someone else?

"Mon dieu! Keep fucking me with zat cock! 'Arry!"

Bill knew he wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. He got up from his twin bed and made for the door of the guest room which was now his room.

He walked down the hallway. Unfortunately for him, the bathroom was past the master bedroom, and they always left the door open.

The sounds of Fleur's pussy getting pumped grew louder and louder with each step. He really wanted to just scurry by the door, to close his eyes and not even look.

But of course he looked, and he froze.

"Merde! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Fleur was on her back, legs up on Harry's shoulders as Harry pounded his cock into the veela's leaking pussy. Fleur's hair was disheveled, her eyes looking wild as she took all of Harry's fuckstick down her tight veela snatch.

The cherry on this grotesque sundae was Fleur's stomach, which was distended, swollen to a massive size and gleaming with sweat and other fluids.

Fleur had gotten pregnant almost immediately after that fateful day at Gringotts, and seeing as Bill had not slept with her for a month leading up to that point, it was safe to say he wasn't the father.

"Ah, Bill!" Harry greeted him from the bed, pausing with his cock halfway into Fleur's sopping cunt. "Good morning, mate! Could you make us some breakfast?"

Bill grit his teeth. He regretted agreeing to this so much. Surely, being in a goblin debtors prison was better than this.

There was nothing to be done about it now. He'd made the vow. And it was for life.

"I would like eggs and bacon and ice cream on top, with some pickle juice and mustard." Fleur ordered in a demanding tone. As if he were her house elf and not her husband.

"Sure." Bill grumbled. He continued past the room, and the two lovers resumed their fucking.

Bill made the breakfast as ordered, even Fleur's monstrosity of a meal. He sat down at the table to eat, trying to ignore the two people across from him.

Fleur was wearing a nightgown, but it barely did anything to hide her sexy pregnant body. Her large bump completely stretched the lower half of the gown, leaving the light fuzz of her pussy fully exposed. Her engorged, milk filled breasts were equally straining against the garment, and one of her breasts had actually slipped out, torturing Bill with her painfully stiff nipple, which was leaking copious amounts of milk down onto the rest of her gown.

It didn't help that Fleur was sitting on Harry's lap, lightly bouncing on his cock as some of Harry's previous loads combined with Fleur's own juices and drooled down her thigh and onto the chair. And then, there was Harry's massive tool, which was sloshing in and out of Fleur's battered, reddened pussy.

Bill tried to ignore it. He closed his eyes shut as he took a bite of his sausage.

He couldn't taste sausage, not with the stench of Fleur's juices, milk and Harry's pungent cum filling the air. The loud squelching sound that Fleur was making with each bounce of her body wasn't helping either.

"I'm not hungry." Bill grumbled, pushing off the table as his wife moaned loudly. The two were locked in their passionate rutting, and Bill wondered if they'd forgotten he was here. He hoped so.

His hopes were immediately dashed by Harry's voice, which was suddenly very commanding. "Sit down, Bill. You're not excused."

Bill gulped. He kept his eyes downcast, refusing to look at the still teenaged brat who had usurped his place in his own home.

"Right. Sorry."

"Sorry what?"

"Sorry, sir."

Bill sank back down into his chair, and after a moment's pause, the loud sounds of flesh slapping on flesh resumed.

He tried to keep his eyes down, but of course he looked once more.

Fleur had her head thrown back, her silvery hair cascading down the back of the chair as she arched her back as best as her heavily pregnant belly would allow her.

Harry had lowered both straps of her nightgown now, which was increasingly becoming superfluous, as it hid nothing of her body. One of her milk-engorged breasts swung freely with each thrust from Harry, while the other one was being held by the raven haired teenager, who was drinking greedily from her painfully hard nipple. Harry was clearly enjoying the sweet breastmilk from his veela lover, as he was taking deep gulps, not caring as rivulets of milk spilled from the sides of his mouth.

Bill could have maybe been able to endure this without breaking down. But then, Harry squeezes Fleur's other nipple, and a jet of warm milk sprayed out, splashing Bill right across the face.

Bill wept quietly as Harry and Fleur reached another crescendo. Fleur's eyes had long since rolled to the back of her head, having lost track of her peaks, when Harry pushed into her once more, flooding her already impregnated womb with a forceful stream of thick cream.

She'd been filled so much already, this latest load had nowhere to go but out, leaking down their joined bodies and absolutely drenching Fleur's thighs and the seat below them.

Bill cried. Not just for the immediate humiliation, but because he found himself aroused by the scene in front of him, and yet he wouldn't be able to relieve his pressure.

One of Harry's terms had been that the Weasley males would be made impotent. But he hadn't stopped there, no, he'd cursed them with permanent erectile dysfunction. They still felt horny, but they couldn't get it up, they couldn't cum.

Bill's cock hadn't been impressive or anything, but he'd felt it was a decent size. Now, it was a shriveled up reminded of his humiliation.

"I gotta go back home, Dora's a bit of a handful and Ginny needs time to practice."

"You will be back tonight, oui?" Fleur asked hopefully. Harry had put his clothes back on, and Fleur had fixed up her ruined nightgown as best she could.

"I can't make any promises, Fleur. Angelina's got a big game tomorrow and you know how superstitious she is."

The quarter-veela pouted, but she didn't push the issue.

"I understand, mon amour." She smiled sultrily at him. "Mon dieu, I almost forgot to tell you! My seester is thinking of moving to England!"

Bill's head peeked up at this news. From what he remembered, the Delacours all hated hopping over the channel.

Harry looked mildly curious. "She wants to transfer to Hogwarts?"

Fleur shook her head. "Non. You see, I 'ave 'eard of how much of a 'andful little Theodora can be. When talking about it with Gabby, she told me how happy she would be to be your live-in nanny! What do you zink?"

The Harry from before his betrayal would have been aghast at the implications of what Fleur had said. The Harry from a few weeks after would have waged a long internal debate over the morality of having a twelve year old girl permanently move into his home.

The Harry of today, though, only smiled. "That sounds wonderful. Gin and I will be happy to have her."

Fleur draped her arms around his neck and Bill had to watch as his wife gave Harry a needy, sloppy kiss. A kiss she had never once given him, even when their marriage hadn't been all topsy turvy.

Harry pulled back from Fleur, who made her way upstairs without even a glance at Bill. Harry walked over to Bill and clapped him in the back, causing the older man to wince.

"Food was great as always, Bill. Hope business picks up at the shop!"

Bill could do nothing but glare as Harry Potter twisted in place, apparating away from his kitchen, after having fucked his wife.

He wondered how his brothers were faring in this hell.

…

After spending the early morning with Ginny and Dora, Ginny had gone off to her her Quidditch training, leaving Harry alone with his goddaughter.

Harry loved his goddaughter. More and more, he was seeing Dora as his own daughter, and he knew that inevitably, she would think of him as her father when she grew up.

All that said, having Gabrielle around would definitely be a big help.

Since he didn't work (thank you, lifetime pension from the ministry!), Harry had taken a lot of time to study magic. He wasn't Dumbledore, nowhere close, but he had definitely expanded his horizons, and would hopefully continue to do so. On top of that, he was looking forward to continuing Gabrielle's magical education. Out of everything, he felt that teaching might be his calling.

When Ginny returned from her training, Harry apparated over to the ministry, in order to check up on a few more people.

He made a beeline to the Department of Magical Transportation, where he smiled as he saw a pair of very miserable redheads sharing a cubicle.

"Ronald! You need to hurry, Mr. Brantley wanted this report on Floo Powder density on his desk by last friday! If its delayed any longer, I'll get another demerit!"

Ron was seething as Percy badgered him. He was scribbling away at the parchment, wanting to be done with this stupid report already so he could get Percy off his back.

Of course, he knew that once this report was done, there would be another, and another after that.

"Hey, how are two of my favorite Weasleys doing?" Harry asked as he strolled over to their cubicle.

Ron's head snapped up at hearing his former best friend's voice, pleading with his eyes.

"Harry, Mate! When is this going to be over? This work stuff is no fun."

"Its not supposed to be fun, Ronald." Percy shook his head. "I swear, Lord Potter, Ronald is beyond saving. He can't seem to understand he is being punished." Percy pushed his glasses up his face. "I, for one, understand completely that I am in a purgatory of my own making." He said that last part proudly.

Harry blinked. "Right. Well, carry on, guys. Ron, where is your fiancee?"

Ron sighed. "She's over in her office. She's being a real meanie, as always."

Ron would have used bitch, but Harry had long since taken that out of his vocabulary when referring to Hermione.

Harry nodded at them and left, leaving them to their devices.

Percy and Ron had been tough nuts to crack. Percy had no girlfriend, and it seemed that the man was perfectly fine with going the rest of his life unable to pleasure himself.

Ron, on the other hand was like every single deadly sin rolled up into one, but with Sloth in the driver's seat. While Harry's former best friend did complain about no longer being able to partake in the pleasure's of the flesh, it was vastly overwhelmed by his complacent nature. Ron was more than happy to sit at home, do absolutely nothing for days on end and let the world pass him by.

After Hermione had randomly quipped that 'Hell is other people', Ginny had had a moment of genius and suggested this idea. Harry had paired Ron and Percy up. From now until the day they died, the two Weasleys would work together in the Department of Magical Transportation. Ron would be forced to do all of Percy's boring, soul shattering, arduous work, while Percy would be forced to watch as Ron failed spectacularly, and then take the blame for it.

The only hiccup was that Ron, bless his soul, might not have the mental capacity to realize he was being punished for something he had done wrong. In his mind, his best mate was playing a prank on him. A very long-winded, very cruel prank.

Regardless, it was ingenious, and it helped that the department head was aware of the arrangement and would not fire Percy for the slew of terribly drafted proposals that originated from his desk.

Harry was knocking on the door of that department head right now.

"Harry?" Hermione looked up from her desk.

Hermione Granger had taken to office life like a fish to water. This structured, rule based environment where your performance was constantly graded and all minutiae were observed fit her like a glove. Harry may have pushed his weight around to get her this job, but Hermione had transformed this department into a well-oiled machine in her short time running it.

If Harry were a betting man, he'd put the house on his best friend being Minister of Magic within the decade.

"Hey there, 'Mione."

Hermione bit her lip. "Harry, I can double check my planner, but I'm certain we didn't have any sexual escapades booked for today."

The job was also making her lean into some of her worst impulses, but still, when you added everything up, it was doing her well.

"Come on, you can't make a little hole in your schedule for me?"

Hermione frowned at Harry's roguish grin, knowing she couldn't say no to his smile.

She let out a long suffering sigh before walking around her desk. Harry got a good look at her tight body, especially her perfectly shaped ass as it was hugged by her form-fitting, extra tight robes that also showed off her perky breasts.

Hermione stepped past him and stopped just outside the doorway to her office.

"Everyone, I'll be in a private meeting with Mr. Potter. It shouldn't be more than ten-" she blushed at Harry's suggestive look, "More than thirty minutes or so."

Everyone around the office nodded along, some with knowing smiles. No one knew the particulars of why their boss was openly cheating on her fiancee with the Man-Who- Conquered, but they all liked Hermione and they all found Ron annoying, so they didn't care.

"Harry, mate, try to see if you can convince her to let me listen to the Cannons game on the wireless! I've missed half the season and they're battling it out for thirteenth!"

"Sure thing, Ron." Harry winked at the entire office as Hermione quickly closed the door shut behind them.

The door flared up with its automatic privacy charm as the curly haired nineteen year old sent him a cross look.

"Honestly, Harry. You can't keep doing this! I have a professional image to uphold!"

She yelped as Harry slapped her ass with a loud smack. "You're doing a great job of it, Hermione. But you also need to relieve some of that stress every once in a while."

Harry guided her over to her desk, where he bent her over and lifted up her robe. He expected to see what he always saw, a plain dress underneath her robes. Except this time, there was no dress, there wasn't even underwear.

Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Hermione crossed her arms, trying to give him what he'd dubbed 'The McGonagall Glare' and failing spectacularly at it.

"You always just come and tear my dresses off anyways. I'm just being efficient."

Harry chuckled as he pressed up against Hermione, letting his clothed cock rub up against her bare bum.

Harry licked behind her earlobe as his best friend moaned lightly. "Call it what you want, 'Mione." He dragged a hand in between her legs, dipping it in her honeypot to find it sopping wet. "But I think you're being a lot more than efficient."

Hermione groaned, grinding her ass against his crotch as Harry's fingers played lazily with her clit. "Damn it, Harry, I have a lot of work to do! I don't have time to play around!"

Harry smiled into her neck as he gave it a light suck. "Understood."

In a flash of movement, Harry's pants had fallen to his ankles along with his underwear.

Hermione held her breath. His cock was far too big for her. The moment of penetration, when he would stretch her pussy out far wider than should have been humanly possible, was something she always nervously anticipated.

Harry pushed his head against her entrance. "You said you're a busy woman, so I won't take up too much of your time." He breathed against her neck.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Harry, wait!"

It was too late. Harry shoved his rock-hard length into her pussy. Hermione screamed as Harry's bellend punched directly into her cervix. Thankfully, this wasn't their first rodeo. Hermione had placed her hands over two strategically placed stress balls on her desk, allowing her to squeeze the life out of them and relieve some of the pleasure her aching cunt was feeling.

But only some.

Harry was merciless as he began slamming his pelvis up against Hermione's firm ass. His hand snaked up her back, grabbing onto a handfull of bushy brown hair and tugging at it, forcing Hermione's neck to snap back.

"Fuck! Harry!"

Hermione did her best to push back against each of Harry's thrusts, to meet him in the middle, but more and more, she found herself being pushed forward. Her desk began to drift, and Hermione's attempts at following Harry's rhythm fell apart almost as quickly as they'd begun. All she could do was squeeze her stress balls as each thrust from Harry into her cunt left her seeing stars.

Harry had eyes only for Hermione's ass as it jiggled with each impact of his pelvis. Angelina had by far the best ass of all the Weasley women, followed by Fleur, but Hermione's was fantastic as well, and Harry loved seeing it recoil against his thrusts.

Harry let go of her hair and Hermione collapsed forward onto the desk, laying flat down on it as she let Harry have his way with her.

He felt her shudder around him and then her pussy closed in on him, tightening up to near painful levels as Hermione spasmed, her legs flailing wildly around him as she reached her peak.

"Oh… Oh god! HARRYYYYY!"

Harry closed his eyes, reveling in the rhythmic convulsions of Hermione's vice-tight cubt.

"H-Harry… r-remember!"

Of course. Harry pulled out of her, and Hermione found herself sliding backward. She tried to get a good grip on her desk, but since she'd been squeezing her stress toys, she didn't have a good enough grip on the actual desk.

Which meant that she ended up falling backwards onto the floor.

She glared up at Harry as she tried to regain her bearings, doing her best to ignore the massive staff that was bobbing up and down in her line of sight.

"You could have held me up!"

Harry chuckled as he stepped closer to her, grabbing her by her hair. "I just wanted to be efficient."

Hermione opened her mouth to argue the point, but instead, she got a full length of thick, slick covered cock shoved down her throat.

Hermione's hands went to Harry's thighs as he gave her no time to adjust, face fucking his beautiful brunette friend with wild abandon.

Out of the Weasley women, Fleur was the only one that allowed him to creampie her. It was frustrating, since he wanted to stuff Hermione, Ginny and Angelina's pussies full of his seed, but they all had careers, and they weren't ready to be mothers yet.

Oh well, Harry would have to make do with this. And honestly, fucking his best friend's throat pussy until he unloaded his seed directly into her stomach wasn't that bad of a deal.

It was definitely a better deal that what the Weasley men had gotten.

Day to Day

Chapter Notes

I've revised this fic from 3 to 5 chapters. Next chapter is available in the usual place. Hope you guys enjoy.

Even as a man who did not work and could basically make his own schedule, Harry liked to keep his mealtimes consistent.

Feeling a bit nostalgic, he decided that today he'd dip into the Burrow for some of Molly's hearty home cooking.

Dora was fast asleep in her crib. He'd just finished his morning lessons with Gabrielle, and the young veela could look after his goddaughter while he went for lunch. He would take Gabby with him, but he knew what the girl thought of British cuisine.

Now, he just needed to get the little blonde minx off his cock.

They were on the bed, next to his sleeping goddaughter, trying their best to keep the noise down. This meant that Gabby was bouncing lightly on his cock, gasping as she took his shaft into her tight little twat.

At twelve, Gabby was an absolute princess. Veela really did age differently than normal witches, and while most of Gabby's body still resembled the budding figure of a barely teenaged girl, with her breasts nothing more than cute little puffs on her chest, her ass had clearly reacted well to the veela hormones.

Harry had both hands squeezing those milky white globes. Her soft ass looked all the more outrageous on her small frame. Her face was angelic, not yet having lost that fairy-like innocence like her older sister.

And her tiny little cunt was a premium grade cock-purse, squeezing the life out of his fat dick with its vice like tightness, taking all the abuse Harry dished out and bouncing back for more.

"My cooking iz superior, 'Arry! Did you not- AH! Was my duck confit not the most succulent zing you've ever tasted? Besides my sweet little pussy, of course."

Harry was breathing heavily, unsure how Gabby was able to string so many words together when he had the physical evidence of her coming undone on his cock. With every forceful slam of his hips against her silky soft pussy, the girl's body shuddered, her legs trembled around his waist and her little arms shook.

"I can be everyzing for you, 'Arry. I can 'ave your children, take care of you house, be your woman in every way." Gabrielle's cute little face darkened as her supreme possessiveness took over. She began bouncing in earnest on his cock, and even as his cock seemed to be coming out of her throat every time she slammed down on his lap, the girl's glare never wavered.

Harry let out a weird, half-sigh, half-moan. "G-Gabby, it's not like that. You're not my maid. I don't expect you to cook every single day."

She pouted, and she let him bottom out inside of her, resisting his attempts to continue bouncing her. Harry didn't fight it. He squeezed her bouncy cheeks, letting his fingers be eaten up by their plushness as the little demon on his lap began rolling her hips.

Harry wasn't ashamed to admit that he was forced to think about Percy reading a report on cauldron bottoms, lest he not immediately explode inside of Gabrielle's sinful little twat.

"'Arry, I do not mind doing zese things. I want to cook for you, take care of you, fuck you, and have your babies."

Harry groaned as her grinding turned even more aggressive. He was shit out of luck, as there was no possible way he could picture Percy Weasley in his mind when this little succubus was trying her hardest to drain his aching balls directly into her womb.

Almost since the moment she'd arrived, Gabby had proven herself to be a little french spitfire. The girl had thrown herself into the task of taking care of Dora, freeing up a lot of Harry and Ginny's time.

The problem was, Gabby had ambitions, and she was not afraid to voice them. Gabbrielle felt that she was the perfect wife for Harry. She held him on a pedestal, and went out of her way to treat him like a king, and she never ceased to mention the fact that while Ginny was out playing quidditch, Gabby was taking his cock down her throat. While Ginny didn't let him creampie her due to her career, Gabby made it a point to say that she was actively looking to get a baby knocked into her little teenaged pussy as soon as possible.

The worst part was, she would blatantly say all these things in front of Ginny, openly challenging Harry's fiancee.

Ginny was an angel, taking it in stride and playing nice with the little veela. Maybe it was her way of making up for being so mean to Fleur all those years ago, but even when Gabby would go under the table and suck Harry's cock, mumbling about how the man of the house should never have his balls full, Ginny just smiled and played along with the young girl.

Gabby's grinding had reached a frenetic pace, her baby blue eyes looking at him with an almost overwhelming burning intensity.

"Fuck a baby into me, 'Arry. My seester said you love her milk, you can drink my milk every night!"

Harry grunted. Gabby's grinding had reached an absolutely frenetic pace, and Harry couldn't take it anymore.

With a burst of power, he turned them around on the bed. Gabrielle squealed but there was nothing the small veela could do. Harry pressed her back against the mattress and he lost his mind completely as he pounded her little pussy into the bed.

Gabby couldn't find words now. She could only squeal, squeak and moan as her pussy squelched with every thrust that sent Harry's cock tunneling into her delicate quim.

"MERDE!"

the little veela that could, couldn't anymore. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her pussy clamped down on him, doing its best to take Harry with her. Harry groaned, and he let himself be overwhelmed by the blonde's hungry cunt as his balls emptied and he sprayed her pussy down with his cum.

His cum erupted like a rocket, filling her up so quickly that Gabby would have been physically thrust off his cock if Harry hadn't been holding her down, forcing her cunt to absorb every single load his twitching cockmeat was serving it.

When he finally pulled out, Gabby's cunt was leaking, and the girl had dozed off, curling up with a pillow.

It was only his hunger that stopped Harry from just flopping onto the bed and falling asleep next to her.

He took a few steps back, committing the sight of the twelve year old veela leaking his seed to memory as he glanced over at Dora, who mercifully hadn't been woken up by their activities.

Harry got dressed, not bothering to clean his dick, letting the fresh scent of veela cunt linger heavily over him as he grabbed his wand and apparated over to the burrow.

…

Even after all these years, his first look at the Burrow left him in awe.

When he'd first seen it, he'd marveled at how such a rickety, haphazard structure could remain upright. Clearly, only magic could have made it so the shabby house didn't collapse in on itself.

Back then, he'd pictured Mr. And Mrs. Weasley using humble spells to build their house up board by board, adding a new expansion with each new child that arrived. Now, of course, he knew that his money had paid for some of the premier wardmasters from eastern Europe to come in and construct the house, which had been fine-tuned to be as quaint and hockey as humanly possible.

Now, as he looked at the wooden structure, he was still in awe. But this time, it was awe that not all of it had collapsed into a pile of rubble.

The attic had caved in and the east side of the second floor, the one that had always jutted outward with nothing physical to support it, looked like it was only moments away from collapsing itself.

Harry made his way over to the front gate and walked in through the kitchen, where a frantic Molly Weasley was sweating profusely as she stood over a hot stove, four burners going off at once.

"Mum!" Ron called from the kitchen. It seemed Harry wasn't the only one who's decided to take his lunch at the Burrow.

"Is the food done yet?!"

Molly blew a clumped up bit of hair out of her face. As she glared over at her son in the other room. "It'll be some time, dear! Cooking is much harder the muggle way."

"Don't burn my nuggies, mum! And could you shape them like brooms like you used to?"

"I'm not making nuggets, Ronald! I can't use magic!"

Ron groaned loudly from the living room, and Harry chuckled, startling Molly, who spun around to see him.

"Harry!"

There was a loud crashing sound from upstairs, followed by a cry of pain, causing Molly to flinch. After a moment's pause, Arthur Weasley called down. "I'm fine! Just fell off the ladder!"

This was the elder Weasley's punishment. They'd been forced to live at the Burrow, full time. While they weren't on house arrest, they could come and go as they pleased, they needed to live this house, and they weren't allowed to visit any of their other properties.

That wasn't all, not even close. Harry had had all the enchantments around the Burrow torn down and Molly and Arthur had been forced into swearing an oath that they would not use any magic while in or around the property.

What this meant was that the elder Weasleys were forced to upkeep the home like muggles. It was why the attic had caved in. Harry lent a hand every once in a while, doing the bare minimum to ensure the house was still livable, but Molly was forced to cook and clean without magic, and Arthur spent most of his days fighting a losing battle trying to repair the home as it fell apart around him.

"Ah, Harry!" Arthur said as he walked into the kitchen. He had a toolbelt around his waist, and most of the tools looked to have been placed with the pointed ends aimed directly up at himself.

"How's it going, Mr. Weasley?"

Arthur wiped sweat from his brow. "Oh, you know, surviving! I must say, those muggle power tools you gave me are fascinating!"

"You haven't lost another finger, have you?"

Arthur held up his hands, showing three fingers missing between both of them. "Not at all! I think I'm getting the hang of it, though the power drill keeps tearing the walls apart."

Harry grinned. "I'm sure you'll figure it out, Arthur."

Arthur returned the smile. "Well, back to it!"

Ron was standing by the kitchen door, "Mate! Could you give mum a hand? My lunch break's almost up and I need my nuggies!"

Molly paled, especially when she saw the grin on Harry's face grow even wider.

"There's no need to bother Harry with that, dear! Remember, we're all being punished!"

"Oh, it wouldn't be a bother at all." Harry insisted, leering at the now panicking Mrs. Weasley. "I'll be happy to help, Mrs. Weasley."

"Could you make my nuggies into brooms? Please Harry?" Ron sent him puppy dog eyes as he pleaded.

Harry chuckled. "I'll see what I can do, Ron."

Ron and Arthur retreated from the kitchen,

Leaving Harry alone with Molly, who had her back to the stove, looking at him like a cornered animal.

"H-Harry, dear, you really don't have to bother. I'm getting the hang of this muggle cooking." Molly assured him, even as the pot behind her began to boil over and spill the stew she'd been trying to make.

Harry flicked his wand and the pot simmered down. He was hungry after all, it wouldn't do for there to be nothing for him to eat.

"Alright then, Mrs. Weasley, I'll leave you to it."

Molly blinked, clearly not expecting that answer from Harry. With visible trepidation, the Weasley matriarch turned around and busied herself with the meal.

A very unexpected thing had happened due to Harry's punishment of the elder Weasleys.

While Arthur had lost multiple digits and picked up an array of injuries trying to play muggle handyman, Molly had been working herself to the bone keeping the house clean, and it had done wonders for her.

Where she'd been a plumb, dumpy middle aged woman, she had now slimmed down considerably. She still had wide hip, she wasn't skinny by any stretch of the imagination, but her figure was very appealing. Her breasts had not shrunken down at all, and her massive mammaries now looked even more impressive with her tighter figure.

She'd gone from unappealing to a thick MILF whose body jiggled in all the right places, and Harry had taken notice.

Molly busied herself over the stove, but she really wasn't focused on cooking, she felt Harry's presence behind her, and she was hoping he wouldn't do what they both knew he would.

She jumped when a hand squeezed her fat rump.

"Harry!" She squealed. Out of instinct, she jumped back from the hot stove, which meant her body pressed up against Harry's solid frame. Instead of Harry's hand, her ass was now firmly pushing against Harry's crotch, where his considerable length managed to wedge itself between her cheeks.

Before Molly could even think about pulling away, Harry's strong arms kept her in place.

"H-Harry dear… the f-food's-"

"Fuck the food."

Gone was the good humor in his voice, replaced by pure, guttural dominance. Molly swore she could smell the stench of sex on him, as if he'd summoned it from thin air.

His hands went where they always went when he used her: to her large breasts. Her squeezed them through her blouse. They were so massive that they spilled over his hands, his fingers getting lost in soft flesh as they sank into them.

Molly didn't want to moan, but she did. There was a hard cock against her ass and rough hands toying with her breasts.

Harry tore at her blouse, letting her tits hang free as he fondled them with a renewed vigor, rolling her nipples between his fingers and pulling at their pendulous mass as he slowly backed them up until he was against the kitchen table.

Molly closed her eyes, ashamed that she was finding herself growing wetter with each touch from the handsome raven haired man.

Harry spun her around roughly and pushed her down onto her knees.

"How about a little titfuck first?"

It was phrased as a question, but Molly knew it wasn't. She grabbed onto his trousers, working quickly to unzip his fly, trying to ignore the hissing of one of the pots that had once again boiled over.

His cock jumped out at her when she pulled it out, and Molly gave it a few experimental strokes as it continued to rise to full length. That's when she was assaulted by the stench.

She scrunched up her nose and glanced up at Harry with trepidation. "You were… in someone?"

Harry chuckled. "Oh, yeah, you know Fleur's little sister is living with us now. I gave the little minx a nice shag before coming here."

So that was the smell that almost made her want to gag. Harry had fucked that veela brat, likely cum inside her and then not even bothered to clean his dirty cock before coming here.

Molly heaved her breasts over onto Harry's cock, wrapping them around his thick rod. She could feel as some of the fluids from his cock that had not yet dried coated her sweaty skin. It was all so nasty.

Harry grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head forward. "Come on now, Mrs. Weasley, I know you're a pro at this."

Molly grimaced, but she got to work. She slid her tits up and down Harry's shaft, letting their softness pleasure the boy that she'd once seen as a son (and a cashcow).

Harry grew impatient, and he began to thrust himself into her breasts, pulling at her head until Molly was forced to take his cockhead into her mouth with each thrust.

It was such a disgusting taste. Cunt juices from an underage veela along with Harry's own potent seed. Tears welled up in Molly's eyes, both from the brutality of his pace and just how strongly his cock stank.

She just pushed her boobs around his shaft and let him do as he pleased.

Then, the hand that had been pulling at her head changed course and tugged upward. Molly hesitated for a moment in confusion before standing up. Harry pushed her against the table, lifting up her long skirt, raising an eyebrow when he saw she hadn't been wearing any knickers underneath.

"I-I like to let it breathe."

"Sure." Harry said as he forced her to lean back onto the table until she was half-laying on it.

"H-Harry dear, shouldn't you wash-OOOH!"

Harry hadn't given her time to protest. He'd taken his cock in hand and pushed it in to Molly's sopping pussy.

As flesh slapped against flesh and Harry's hands continued to maul Molly's tits, the Weasley matriarch was sure her son and husband must be hearing her moan like a two-knut whore. They were surely aware of the many humiliations Harry submitted her to.

Harry stroked in and out of Molly, his dirty cock earning another layer as it became coated in her juices. He cared not for her pleasure, as to him she was only a hole, an arse and a pair of tits, but Mrs. Weasley was so wound up by the whole ordeal, the stench, the humiliation, the massive cock pounding into her, that she quickly came around his cock.

Which seemed as good a time as any for Harry to empty his own balls. And so, Harry came deep inside of Molly, letting his seed explode into her freshly fucked cunt.

After the first few spurts, he pulled out, and Molly found herself being sprayed down by thick ropes of semen which fell over her heavy breasts, with only small amounts being able to soar above her mountains of flesh and land across her nose and over her lips.

Harry sighed in satisfaction as Molly collapsed onto the floor, her pussy still quivering, leaking his cum and her tits glazed in his seed.

Harry tucked his cock back into his pants, still not clean, and looked back at the stove.

The meal was ruined. All the pots had boiled over or burnt.

"Guess I'll nab something out in London. See ya later, Mrs. Weasley."

Harry turned off the burners to make sure nothing caught on fire, seeing as the semi-lucid Molly was likely not going to be able to do much for a while.

He twisted in place and popped away.

Ron didn't get his nuggies.

…

Right after grabbing a quick bite, Harry apparated back home.

He found quite a sight. Ginny had come home, and she was laying on the couch, completely naked, with a young french veela working busily between her legs.

That was surprising. Ginny had been as cordial as she could with Gabby, but they certainly weren't friendly, and definitely not close enough for this.

Ginny caught his eye and smiled as she squeezed one of her pert little breasts. "Don't worry, Dora fell asleep again."

Made aware of his presence, Gabby wanted to pull back from Ginny's cunt, but the redhead placed a very firm hand on her head and kept her in place.

"I was more wondering about this." Harry gestured to the two girls as Gabby grudgingly continued to eat the older girl out.

"Oh, this?" Ginny giggled. "I had a talk with Gabby, we finally straightened things out. Didn't we, Gabby?"

Once more Gabby tried to pull back to speak, but Ginny didn't let her, and so instead, her response was muffled by Ginny's pussy.

Harry laughed as he made his way over to the couch, shedding his own clothes.

Ginny's nose scrunched up as she smelled Harry's hardening cock as it approached.

"Who did you fuck?"

"Your mum, and Gabby right before."

She made a face. "And not a single wash in between?"

Even through her disgusted tone, she still took his cock into her mouth when Harry put it against her face. His fiancee's soft lips suckled on his head, collecting the myriad of fluids with her tongue.

Harry pulled himself out of her mouth with a wet pop. Ginny savored and swallowed the collected juices as her fiancee plopped down next to her, placing his own hand on Gabby's head, stroking the blonde's scalp as she looked up at him with those wide blue eyes.

"What exactly happened, Gin?" He asked, alternating between then veela's pleading face and his girlfriend's smug smile.

"I-ah!" Ginny's body twitched as Gabby's tongue swirled around inside of her. "I sat her down and we talked until we reached an understanding."

"An understanding?"

"An understanding that there's no need for us to feud. I explained to her how I felt about her sister, and how she might be feeling the same way about me. That still didn't get through to her, so I took a more hands on approach. I think she's got it now. We can both be your wives, even if I'm the only one that'll officially be Mrs. Potter."

Harry shook his head in amusement, "Well, I'm glad you guys worked it out. It would do me good to see you two getting along." He looked pointedly at Gabby.

Ginny finally released her, and the veela gasped for air, her lip trembling as she looked at Harry. "C-Can we 'ave a wedding? Even if I'm not going to be Mrs. Potter?"

Harry's heart almost broke, and the smile was wiped completely out of Ginny's face as the two of them basically dove to hug the young veela.

"Oh Gabby!" Ginny kissed the girl on the forehead, "we can have a wedding, you can be a part of mine or have your own, whatever you want. We really don't have to fight, there's enough Harry to go around."

Gabby sniffled, glancing between the two of them. "R-Really?"

"Of course, Gabby." Harry said, "i know a perfect way for you girls to start bonding."

Ginny snorted as Harry pushed his dirty cock towards their faces. Gabby's eyes fluttered as she instantly made to suck on the head before she stopped herself. Glancing at Ginny, she edged her mouth to the side, allowing the redhead room for her own lips to wrap around Harry's crown.

Harry was treated to one of the greatest sights in his young life as red and blonde began to dance around his cock, their tongues working in concert to lather his cock with their saliva.

Ginny placed a hand under Gabby's chin at one point when the girl was coming up to suck on his crown.

Harry's breath was taken away as his girlfriend and his twelve year old veela fucksleeve began a passionate snog around his cock. Their tongues danced with each other, with Harry's cock being the fulcrum around which they turned.

"Oh, sweet Merlin!"

It was far too beautiful a sight. Ginny's cute, freckled face and her bright orange hair. Gabby's adorable, angelic face and her silvery blonde hair…

Harry grunted as he came for the third time that morning. Even after two orgasms, his cum was thick, with part of it managing to go down each girl's throat. The great majority of it, though, ended up splashing their pretty faces, coating them all over but especially their hair, with Harry guiding his last few spurts to make sure he left a few thick ropes on each girl's sleek hair.

When they immediately dived in to lick his overly sensitive cock clean, Harry didn't have the heart to try and push them away. They looked so beautiful like that, covered in his seed.

The future was looking bright.

…

Shell Cottage truly was one of the most picturesque locations one could think of for a home. Perched atop a cliff overlooking the sea, surrounded by the beautiful, verdant flower gardens Fleur had spent her free time cultivating.

It was a no-brainer to choose it as the site of the Weasley-Johnson wedding.

The Weasley boys; Bill, Ron, Percy and Charlie, were all sitting around the kitchen table inside of the house as they waited for more of the guests to arrive. They were all wearing their smartest robes and had had their hair cut and styled. From the outside, it would have been impossible to tell that these were a group of broken men.

Well, mostly.

"Can we go eat the appetizers already?" Ron whined impatiently. His leg was tapping away under the table. "I saw some of those finger sandwiches shaped like little quaffles!"

His brothers had long since learned to just leave Ron to his devices.

"How are you holding up, Charlie?" Bill asked.

Charlie had a hand on his forehead. "Its horrible, Bill."

"They took you away from Sasha?"

Sasha was Charlie's "soul mate", a female Swedish Short-Snout whom he'd fallen madly in love with, enough for him to take the potion meant for Ginny and use it on the dragon. No one was sure if it had actually done anything. Could a potion like that work on a dragon? Could it work at such small doses relative to the creature's size?

No one really wanted to pry too much into it, or think about it at all, but Charlie had seemed happy.

Charlie looked like he was on the verge of tears. "N-No… its even worse. They have me as a breeding supervisor. I have to sit there and watch while they have the male Short-snouts desecrate her beautiful-"

He couldn't handle it anymore, Charlie broke down into tears as Ron and Bill patted him on the back.

"That punishment is quite light." Percy mused, "I must talk to Harry, he needs to be a bit more stringent with you."

"Perce!" Bill glared at his brother.

…

It was a beautiful wedding. Angelina's family was small but very friendly and were clearly up for a party.

It seemed that Angelina had explained the particularities of her relationship to her family and Quidditch teammates. When the officiant declared her and George to be husband and wife, none of Angie's family batted an eye when Harry hopped up from his seat, bumped George off the altar and gave Angelina a deep, smoldering kiss on the lips.

The girls all looked ravishing. He'd fucked Ginny and Gabby right before leaving after seeing them in their dresses. At the wedding, he couldn't help but squeeze an embarrassed Hermione's ass and grope one of Mrs. Weasley's breasts.

And then there was Fleur. There was absolutely no reason a woman carrying a two month old baby should look that sinful, but Fleur pulled it off in spades with her flowing blue dress.

She was sitting at a table, cradling both Victoire and Dora to her chest. Each girl was nursing at one of her swollen breasts, in a scene that should not have made Harry want to drag Fleur into the house and shag her senseless.

But it did. And he would.

But first, there was someone else who needed his complete attention.

Angelina looked absolutely stunning in her white, mermaid cut wedding dress. Her bountiful ass was popping out of the white satin. Angie's hair was done up in an elaborate bun, and she'd chosen to use minimal makeup on her pretty face.

She and George were performing the opening dance for the reception. They were dancing very stiffly, with George's hands placed loosely on Angelina's waist and not daring to travel any lower.

The moment the song ended, there was a smattering of polite clapping as people began to approach the dance floor.

"Can I have this dance?" Harry asked.

"Sure." George said.

George had never recovered from the death of his twin. There was really no point in Harry punishing him any further, since it seemed that the redhead was going to just live out the rest of his days as a phantom.

It meant that Angelina's sexy chocolate ass was Harry's and Harry's alone, which was a big plus.

Harry wrapped his arms firmly around Angelina's waist as he began to spin her around the dance floor.

"Wooo, go Angie!" Martha Chalmers, one of her teammates, whooped as she began to dance with one of Angelina's cousins.

"You really know how to brighten up a girl's mood, Harry." Angelina chortled as they danced to the upbeat music being played by the band.

"I try." Harry said as his hands traveled south, blatantly squeezing Angelina's ass in front of the entire wedding party. "What's the plan for the honeymoon, anyways?"

Angelina rolled her eyes, "Well, I believe we're going to spend a week on the French Riviera, where I'll spend all day getting railed by a huge cock while I order mixed drinks."

"And George?"

"I think he'll be opening up the shop tomorrow morning, same time as always."

"Sounds wonderful."

Harry was glad that Hermione, Ginny and Fleur had agreed to share the responsibility of taking care of Dora, since he would need to take Gabby with him on the vacation. He would be fucking Angelina a lot, and he would need a convenient receptacle for his cum, since Angie still had her career to worry about.

"Lets fuck."

Harry blinked a few times. "Now? Where?"

Angelina grinned, lifting up her wedding dress. It was very long, but she quickly bunched up the fabric. Harry's eyes trailed up her thick, perfect brown thighs. She had a lacy white garter at the meatiest part of her right thigh, which Harry figured he was supposed to pull down with his teeth later on.

And then Angie raised her leg up slightly to make even clearer what Harry's mind had slowly been piecing together. She wasn't wearing any type of underwear. Her shaved pussy was completely bare, and Harry felt his mouth dry as he realized what Angelina wanted.

"Here?"

Angelina's smile grew as she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around him while keeping her leg raised, "How about it? A very special dance for my wedding day?"

Harry glanced around. Others were currently dancing, and they were focused on their partners, perhaps he actually could…

No, of course there was no way he could keep this secret. He could already see people glancing at them, either blushing or wearing knowing smirks.

He locked eyes with Angelina's mother, who was sitting at a table next to a sullen George and a scandalized looking Mrs. Weasley.

She winked at him.

Harry couldn't believe it, but he decided he was just going to have to roll with it. He was going to fuck Angelina while pretending to dance, and if anyone had a problem with it, they could kindly leave the wedding he'd paid for.

Harry held Angie's leg up as they began to waltz, a dance that absolutely did not match the Weird Sisters song currently being played by the band.

He considered the logistics of how he would covertly undo his fly, when Angelina pulled out her wand from her dress, and with a flick, Harry Jr. found himself loose.

His cock, which had been hard for a while now, even before he'd started dancing with Angelina, was bobbing freely on the dance floor. Not wanting any innocent eyes to catch a glimpse of his indecent length, Harry decided it would be best to hide it.

And that was the reason he pulled Angelina towards him, and, surprising himself, managed to slot his cock into her tight slit on the first try.

"Fuck." Harry grunted through gritted teeth as Angie let her dress pool around them, hiding their indecency.

Now that he was sheathed within her, there was no possible way Harry would be able to move his feet around.

The band, who like everyone else could clearly see that Harry Potter had just slipped his cock into the bride's pussy, abruptly stopped the current song, taking a few moments to coordinate before changing it up to a much slower tempo song.

It was a song meant for slow dancing, and it was also a song that in the muggle world, might be used for grinding.

"Shit, you think they did that on purpose?"

"Harry, I really couldn't give a fuck. Just fuck me already."

And so, Harry and Angeline stood in the middle of the dance floor. Harry had both hands squeezing Angelina's thick cheeks as the two began to move. They started off slowly at first, still trying to play it off as if they were just grinding to the song, but soon, it would become obvious to even the most oblivious observer that Harry was spearing his cock into Angelina's pussy.

Everyone stopped dancing, just standing and staring as Angelina kissed Harry along the jaw while he pulled her ass towards him.

There was a loud moan, but not from either of them. Fleur was mightily turned on from watching them, and the horny veela couldn't help but begin fingering her cunt openly.

Ginny had carried the girls off, handing them to her mother before returning to Fleur.

After all, while Gabrielle was greedily sucking the milk from one of her sister's breasts, there was an entire tit still open for her to suck on.

Ginny and Gabby were nursing from Fleur like starved children. The older veela lost herself in her pleasure as she watched Harry and Angelina fuck on the dancefloor.

"This is getting a bit out of hand." Hermione said with concern.

"Mum, you have to learn how to make these sandwiches!" Ron exclaimed between mouthfuls of bread, the only person at the party who didn't care about all the sex going on.

The other Weasley men could only sit in a little corner, watching as what should have been a sacred family event was devolving into debauchery.

"N-No! Girls! I-I don't make milk!" Molly exclaimed when Dora and Victoire both found her tits, freeing them from her loose dress and innocently sucked on her nipples, trying to find nourishment but instead causing the Weasley matriarch to moan as her nipples were stimulated.

The other guests, ranging from Angelina's teammates to one disgruntled reporter, simply sat back and watched things happen.

Rita was angry that she'd agreed to the secrecy vow that came with each invitation.

Hermione was shooting Angelina's mum, nervous glances. The woman finally caught her looking, and to Hermione's absolute shock, she dived at her, pulling her into a deep, sloppy kiss.

Angelina was staring directly into Harry's eyes as they finally reached their peak, just as the song itself was reaching the crescendo. As the final few notes were playing, Harry pulled out of Angie, hooking a finger into her cunt and pressing just the right spot to send her flying off into space.

And while Angelina was experiencing a powerful orgasm, Harry stroked himself the last little bit of the way there, until he finally came all over her beautiful white dress.

Afterwards, most guests would agree that the next Weasley wedding had a very high bar to clear.

Rounding Out

Chapter Notes

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"This is your first one of these, isn't it?"

Emma Granger was startled out of her trance-like state as a woman pulled up a chair next to her.

She was a beautiful dark-skinned lady, right around her own age. Her tight yellow dress showed off her bombastic curves, with ripe, heaving breasts and an ass that seemed like it was threatening to spill out completely from its seat.

There was no doubt about who's mother she was, seeing as her daughter's equally impressive derriere was bouncing around as she waited for the 'bouquet'.

"It is."

The brown-haired woman giggled. "These Weasley weddings can be a bit overwhelming, but they have a way of hooking you in. I know I became a lot closer to the family after my Angie's wedding."

The way the woman said that left no doubt in Emma's mind as to how close she'd gotten.

The woman stretched her hand out. "Abeli Johnson."

Emma smiled politely. "Emma Granger."

…

One hour earlier…

Emma had not been exactly happy about this entire thing. From the moment Hermione had come home to let her know the date of her wedding, Emma's motherly instincts screamed at her to sit her daughter down and talk some sense into her.

Hermione was such a smart, driven, beautiful girl. Ron Weasley looked like he might mistake paint thinner for apple juice.

It wasn't just her bitter, post-divorced worldview speaking. Even if she'd still been married to Daniel, she would have been absolutely appalled by her daughter's choice of husband.

Still, she knew there was nothing she could do. Hermione was a strong-headed girl, just like she was, and trying to pry her away from the boy would only push her towards him.

She put on her best smile, bought a nice dress and planned to leave the party blackout drunk and unable to stand. Perhaps she'd find a nice, mature wizard to take her home, but she wasn't

holding her breath.

From the start, things had seemed off.

Well, from the start there was nothing she could see outside of Ron Weasley's horrendous, ridiculously loud maroon robe. It was an excessively frilly, almost swashbuckling outfit, and she legitimately considered whether they had magicked it so that it would physically burn her eyes just by looking at it.

She would have chalked it up to another weird wizard thing, but all the other men at the wedding were reasonably dressed, and Hermione's best friend Harry looked positively dashing in his midnight blue robe. It was the closest to a tailored suit out of any of the garbs at the wedding.

Then the strangeness began. The gaggle of redheads, Ron's brothers, all looked to be varying stages of sullen and defeated. They looked like broken men who were on year five of a life sentence with no parole.

Her daughter's soon-to-be husband, meanwhile, was squirming about like a toddler while his mother tried to wipe off a mustard stain on his robe. She only succeeded in making the stain grow from noticeable to egregious.

At that point, Emma had been ready to stomp her way over to her daughter and tell her there was no way she was marrying into this family. But she'd been sidetracked by other things.

Harry Potter, the famous boy his daughter had talked about for so many summers. The one Emma had always assumed Hermione would announce she'd started dating.

He was a dashingly handsome man. While Ron made mouth bubbles up on the altar, Harry looked every part the debonaire groom.

His looks weren't what got her sidetracked, at least not just his looks. No, what got her sidetracked was the looks many of the women attending the ceremony were sending him.

She recognized Ginny, the pretty redhead and only Weasley who seemed to actually be enjoying herself at the wedding. Ginny was beaming up at her fiancé. Next to her, a supernaturally gorgeous blonde, who must have been no older than thirteen, was also staring up at him hungrily, blatantly ogling the redhead's man right next to her.

The same held for the older, extremely beautiful blonde who was bouncing two toddlers on her lap, as well as the two dark-skinned beauties on the row behind them.

If their eye-fucking wasn't enough, Emma swore that some of them were actually touching themselves! There was definitely a lot of squirming going on among them.

Then, the band began to play and her daughter had begun her walk up to the altar.

She was alone, since Dan had stayed over in Australia. He'd refused to forgive his daughter for taking their memories, and chosen to continue his life there, with the memories of his past life forever gone.

It had been a very painful moment for both mother and daughter, who had needed quite a bit of time to heal from the ordeal themselves. But now, in this instant, when her daughter looked positively radiant in her white dress, Emma couldn't help but swell up with love and pride.

If only she wasn't marrying that buffoon.

When Hermione reached the altar, Emma was left baffled as she spared her groom only the most cursory of glances. No, while the officiant went into his spiel, her daughter was staring directly at the handsome, raven haired man. And that man was smiling back at her as well.

"Do either of you wish to say your vows?"

Ron perked up."Ooh! Can I go first?!" He glanced at Hermione with pleading eyes.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Go ahead, Ronald."

Ron grinned as he pulled a crumpled up piece of parchment out from his coat pocket, covered in mustard stains. "I wrote this all by myself!" He told the officiant, who gave him a strained smile.

Ron cleared his throat before his eyes narrowed as he struggled to read what he'd written.

"M-My name is R-Roonil Wazlib. I-" Ron's mouth strained as he tried his hardest to make sense of the next part.

"Need some help, mate?" Harry asked from his side.

"N-No! I got it." Ron folded the parchment up under his armpit as he held up all the fingers in both hands. "I'm this many years old, plus some more! My favorite team is the Chudley Cannons!"

With that, Ron was done. He smiled placidly as he waited for Hermione to go into her vows.

The officiant was baffled by all of this, as was Emma, but everyone else took in in stride. Hermione didn't miss a beat, launching into a well-structured, highly poetic and clearly well- rehearsed speech. It would have brought tears to Emma's eyes at a normal wedding.

And it was all directed towards the best man.

"I think she likes you, mate." Ron whispered to Harry as Hermione wrapped up her speech.

"You may kiss the bride."

Emma felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. Her daughter had done it, she'd actually married this buffoon.

Moments later, her jaw joined her stomach on the floor as her daughter leaned past her husband and kissed the best man.

…

That led to the present moment, where Emma was wondering whether she was just lucid dreaming, or if the drinks had some sort of weird effect on those that didn't have magic.

It was the only explanation for what she was seeing. Her daughter's wedding dress was hiked up, and up on the altar, Harry Potter was plowing into her from behind, grabbing onto Hermione's perky breasts as they spilled over the top of her dress.

This was insanity. The Weasley men and matriach were all sitting at a table, quietly drinking while pretending as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, the women were gathered up right in front of them, cheering wildly as the bride cheated on the groom within minutes of their marriage.

Emma felt a hand tug at her arm. Abeli was standing up, "come on, don't want to miss the bouquet."

"Bouquet?" Emma asked.

Abeli winked. "You'll find out soon."

Emma wasn't sure what possessed her to let the other woman drag her over to where these other women were gawking at her daughter getting railed by the handsome wizard. But there she was, with a front row seat to her daughter getting fucked.

"Mum!" Hermione gasped, her face flushing even deeper as Harry increased his pace. Her mouth hung open as she gasped and panted. "Oh god!"

Emma saw as her daughter clamped up, her legs shaking as she held onto the podium for dear life.

"Here it comes!" one of the girls squealed in excitement.

"Brace yourself," Abeli warned her as she leaned forward, sticking her tongue out as she held her mouth wide open.

Brace myself for wha-

Emma turned again to look at the altar. Her daughter was laying on the floor, and she could see her raw-red cunt as it throbbed from the pounding it had taken.

Harry had stepped up to the waiting women, stroking his cock. In the few tugs it took for him to reach his orgasm, Emma was able to piece together the clues.

"Oh." Her mouth opened in realization, right on time for a jet of hot, sticky cum to fly right into her mouth

"You got the first one, you lucky bint!" Angelina exclaimed. With her head turned sideways, the sexy chocolate witch was splashed by two thick ropes of semen.

Emma swallowed out of instinct, and before she could process what had just happened, she found herself being squeezed in. She was pressed up against breasts and asses as the women

closed ranks, providing a smaller target as Harry continued to shower them in his jizz.

Emma got another line splashed across her nose. Next to her, Abeli had cum dribbling from her ear and running down her chin. She could feel just how matted her own hair was becoming.

And still, Harry Potter had more to give them. She saw the two blondes, who she was sure were sisters, begin kissing each other wildly as they seemed to vacillate between wanting to lick his cum off the other's face and wanting to rub it on each other.

She looked over to Abeli and to her shock, the woman was doing the same with her own daughter, snogging her deeply as both their eyes were forced shut from the thick coating of cum covering them.

Finally, the spray hose ceased, but not because Harry was done cumming. No, his fiancee had wrapped her lips around his head and swallowed his final few loads down her throat.

Emma was sure that this was not how wizard weddings usually went.

…

None of the women cleaned Harry's cum off their bodies. For the rest of the wedding, they wore it as a badge of honor. And there seemed to be an unspoken competition to see who could end the night the most glazed over.

The wedding became more debauched by the moment, and Emma found herself just going with the flow.

"It's time to play musical chairs!"

All the women scrambled over to the center of the room. Emma followed along, and she saw that a hesitant Mrs. Weasley was being pulled along by her daughter.

There were eight chairs for eight women, which wouldn't have made sense in a conventional game of musical chairs. But this was anything but conventional.

On one of the chairs sat Harry, his robes long since having been discarded. He was in his long black socks and silk boxers, stroking his thick cockmeat as he watched them all with anticipation.

All of the women bent over to remove their knickers, and Emma suspected they had only put on knickers to be able to take them off for him at this moment. They hiked up their dresses, music began to play, and the game was on.

No one had explained the rules, but it didn't take a genius to figure them out. They circled the chairs for about thirty seconds before the music stopped. Emma scrambled to her seat, and just as her bare bum touched the cold chair, she heard a shriek.

Abeli had impaled herself on Harry's cock.

"Ooooh, guess you lost, mum." Angelina teased.

"I guess I did." The mature woman sighed as she began to slide up and down Harry's shaft.

The rest of the participants were content to just sit there, letting the MILF fuck herself to an orgasm on Harry's cock before she finally got up, rather gingerly, and left the circle with a satisfied smile.

A chair was removed, and the game went on.

Emma wasn't sure how many rounds later it happened, she just knew that she didn't even look behind her, she just held her dress up, slammed her rump down on the seat, and stars suddenly filled her vision as a thick, hot shaft invaded her dripping cunt.

"Fuck!" She screamed as she was filled more completely than she ever had in her life. Her ears were ringing as she rocked back and forth experimentally, feeling Harry's cock worms its way around her insides, touching every single inch of her womanhood, stretching her in such a deliciously painful way.

She could get used to this.

…

"Mum, I'm so glad you've taken it all so well." Hermione said with a relieved smile.

"O-Of course, honey!" Emma groaned. She was laid out on one of the tables, with Harry sawing into her pussy while Angelina and her mother knelt under him, sucking his balls into their mouths.

"I-I wanted to tell you beforehand, I swear! But Harry-"

She was cut off by her mother's loud moans.

"I thought it'd be better if you saw for yourself." Harry finished for his best friend.

"Oh-Oh! I can definitely see the benefits."

Emma shrieked as Harry sank into her, giving her another full load of cum deep in her pussy.

"Sorry mum, you look like me, so Harry's trying to take his desire to creampie me out on you." Hermione explained as Emma felt her body being flooded by Harry's virile seed.

Emma didn't mind at all.

…

Several months later, the final Weasley wedding took place, the wedding between Harry, Ginny and Gabrielle.

It turned out, as the man-who-conquered, Harry could do whatever the fuck he wanted. That included amending the laws on polygamy, as well as making the public accept the fact that he was marrying a thirteen year old veela.

Rita had been livid when her juicy expose on Harry Potter, sex fiend, failed to land like she'd thought it would.

Now, the newly married trio were in France. Gabrielle's parents had been kind enough to lend them their summer villa down in Cannes.

They'd been a bit taken aback when Harry had insisted they come along, and even more surprised when Fleur was there as well.

"Angelina and 'Ermione's mozzers are taking care of ze children."

"We understand that, belle, but why are we here for zeir honeymoon?" Jean asked.

Fleur sent her father a pitying look. She looked over at her mother, who was blushing as she saw just how much Gabby was glowing, proudly sporting her six-month pregnant belly.

Jean had married a half-veela, so he'd learned that many of his wife's brethren had more… libertine outlooks towards sexuality. Seeing his underage daughter pregnant with Harry Potter's child? Not the craziest story he'd heard. He highly suspected Fleur was also involved in this whole operation, which again, not that shocking.

Over the years, though, Apolline and him had remained loyal to each other. His wife was not a creature, like many of his enemies liked to insinuate, she was a normal, sensible woman. Veela were as different from each other as any two humans, and his wife had always said she was content with their love life just the way it was.

And so, he and Apolline had taken up a suite on the opposite end of the villa to the recently wed. They also made sure to give them plenty of time during the morning and evening to themselves, to let them work out their youthful exertions.

Jean chuckled one evening as he read his book and Apolline read her magazine. Despite the great distance, they could hear moans emanating from somewhere in the house.

"Ah, to be young again." He mused as he flipped the page on his book.

Apolline remained quiet. She was very engrossed in her magazine.

The next day, Jean went down to the beach. Jean liked to walk down the length of the beach, past their privately warded area, and pick up seashells. He wasn't a collector, he always threw the shells back out to sea at the end of his trips. It was just a relaxing activity that helped him clear his mind.

It was late afternoon when he returned from his walk. The sky was tinted a deep orange as the sun hung low in the horizon. Jean couldn't help but admire the natural beauty as he lazily skipped the seashells out onto the waiting sea.

With a tranquil smile on his lips, Jean turned around and slipped into the Villa's back patio. He was surprised that there was no one in the pool, as it had seen almost uninterrupted use since their arrival.

But there was no one on the patio at all. Jean flicked his sandals off his feet as he stepped in through the sliding glass door that led to the kitchen. He was hungry, and thought that perhaps he might make himself a small sandwich.

"Oooh Merlin!"

Or perhaps not.

He grimaced as he found himself in a supremely awkward position. Blocking his path to the fridge were Harry and Ginny Potter.

He could only thank magic itself that he hadn't bumped into one of his daughters, but still, it was only marginally less uncomfortable of a situation.

The redhead was sitting on the kitchen counter, her legs wide open as her husband rutted into her with wild abandon. The girl's lithe, athletic form glistened with sweat as Harry held her legs up with his arms.

Ginny wasn't just taking the reaming, she was rolling her hips expertly, furiously rubbing a finger on her clit as she ground herself into Harry's strokes.

Her taut stomach was flexed, a wall of corded muscles pushing out due to the strain of their activities.

The two of them fucked each other like rabid animals, each trying to make the other submit as their sweat dripped and splashed all over the countertop.

Jean found himself in a supremely awkward position. He'd missed the window of being able to gasp in surprise just as he'd come in.

He hadn't needed to. His new son-in-law glanced over at him, as if he'd known he was here the entire time.

"Hey, Jean, could you pass me that glass?"

Harry never once stopped his strokes as he pointed towards a glass full of ice.

Jean was taken aback by their blasé attitude. Ginny was still staring hard at her husband as she pushed her pussy back against his strokes.

"O-Oui, of course." Jean pushed the glass towards Harry, who dipped his hand in and pulled out a cube.

"I-I'll be on my way." The man said, taking this opportunity to try and slip by behind the sweaty couple.

The redhead suddenly shrieked, and his eyes were drawn over to see Harry had placed the ice cube against her clit, causing it to twitch involuntarily as her cunt spasmed around his thick shaft.

"C-Cheater!" Ginny gasped out.

Jean's face flushed as he snapped his head and sped off, trying to erase what he'd just seen from his mind.

…

Later that night, he and Apolline were once again in bed together. His wife was wearing a very racy silk nightgown, a garment he hadn't realized she still owned. It had been years since he'd seen her in it.

Perhaps, the honeymooner's friskiness had rubbed off on his wife. Jean was ready to turn over and begin kissing her shoulders, when they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Jean sighed, lightly cursing the person's timing.

He hopped off the bed and made his way over to the door, cracking it open to be met by his son-in-law, whom he had to look up to as he stood there, bare-chested in his pajama bottoms.

"Yes, Harry? Iz somezing ze matter?" He tried his best not to sound annoyed.

Harry looked slightly uncomfortable. "Could we, uh… have a talk, Jean?"

Jean blinked, wondering whether Harry wanted to discuss what had happened earlier in the day. It would make sense, except, the boy hadn't seemed one bit embarrassed in the moment. Perhaps it just hadn't registered with him until evening fell.

Jean put on a kind smile. "Of course. Amour, I am going to have a talk with 'Arry."

Jean slipped out of the door and the two of them began a walk. Harry was rubbing the back of his head nervously, clearly, he was hesitant to speak.

"Harry, my boy, you 'ave impregnated my youngest daughter, whatever you want to discuss, surely it cannot be more delicate a topic than that." Jean said finally.

Harry grimaced, before he finally stopped walking as they stood by a large window, the dim lights from the distant buildings filtering through.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Delacour, this is tough for me. I thought Gabby or Fleur would have talked to you already. I really like you as a person, so I want to let you know that there's no hard feelings."

Jean chuckled as his brow furrowed in confusion. "No hard feelings? What, 'Arry, are you going to push me out zis window or somezing?"

Harry shook his head fervently. "No, no, nothing like that. It's just, well, its sort of become my thing. I'm going to fuck your wife and take her from you."

Surely, he must have misheard. Maybe Englishmen joked around like that, as crass as it was? There was no possible way that the boy was actually serious.

Jean laughed again, but Harry wasn't laughing. He was grimacing, and shooting him a pitying look, the same look he remembered seeing on his eldest daughter's face when they'd first arrived.

"You're serious?" Jean said, his face turning red with indignation. How dare this boy abuse his hospitality? Abuse his acceptance of his degenerate ways? This man had fucked his daughter as a pre-teen, he was the reason she'd chosen not to pursue her education for goodness sake! And Jean had taken it all in stride, been accepting of it because he knew veela were different.

"Listen, Jean, I know you must be feeling scared right now, and its understandable." Harry dug into his pocket and pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment. "There's others like you, you know, people you can talk to."

Jean's jaw clenched as this man, who he was two seconds away from punching in the face, pushed the parchment onto him. Jean opened it as if in a daze.

Cucked by Potter?

Feeling inadequate? Empty? Like your manhood was taken from you?

Join 'Survivors of Potter', where you can talk to like-minded individuals who have been forced to submit to the Man-Who-Cucked

"So this is a joke." Jean said, his voice flushed with relief. It was not a particularly funny joke, but it was better than the alternative.

Harry shook his head. "No, its not, Jean. That's a portkey, by the way. Just say 'Percy's a Git' and you'll be taken to the group, they're meeting right now."

Harry then turned around and began to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Harry glanced over his shoulders. "I'm going to fuck your wife."

Jean found himself rooted to the spot. When Harry stopped in front of his door and reached out to turn the knob, he sprung into action. He practically sprinted his way over to the door, making it just in time for Harry to push it open. He drove his shoulder into Harry's side, using all his force to try to bump the man away from his bedroom door.

It felt as if he'd crashed into a solid wall. Harry didn't budge, instead, Jean had to spin out and sprawl out onto the floor as he felt a throbbing pain begin to rise on his shoulder.

"Gah!" Jean hissed, grabbing at his injured shoulder.

He'd tumbled into the room, and as the immediacy of his pain began to recede, he became aware of certain smells and sounds coming from his bed.

No!

Jean looked up, even though he really didn't want to.

There was his wife of twenty-five years, on all fours, moaning like a cheap whore as sweet little Gabby had her fist halfway up her cunt.

"No!" He couldn't believe what he was watching. His pregnant little girl was sloshing her fist around the inside of her mother's gaping cunt. Apolline's face was completely flushed, her eyes glazed over in pleasure as Gabby fisted her without mercy.

Next to them, Fleur and Ginny were scissoring, rubbing their cunts together while they flicked each other's beans. Fleur was cupping her own breasts, sloshing with milk and squirting the liquid all over the sheets and her body.

"A-Apolline…" jean could only gawp at the scene. His beautiful, civilized wife had turned into just another veela sex-demon.

"I'm sorry, Jean. Like I said, I have nothing against you. I guess, I've become addicted to fucking the women of my extended family. Apolline gave me a blowjob during the wedding, and I knew I had to complete the set."

A blow-job, during the wedding?

Apolline looked over her shoulder, her mouth hanging open as she panted. "P-Pardon, Jean. You were a good 'usband. But 'Arry is a man. I could not resist."

She threw her head back as Gabby twisted her hand inside of her, and she didn't spare her husband a second glance.

Harry patted Jean on the shoulder. "Portkey, remember."

Harry then stepped forward, dropping his pajama pants to leave himself completely naked, his thick cock bobbing up and down in the air, looking like it was zeroing in on mature veela pussy.

That was it, Jean couldn't handle any more of this.

"P-Percy's a Git."

With those words, he was whisked away from this horrifying scene. Whisked away to his new brotherhood.

…

Jean stumbled as the portkey deposited him in a room. He got up to his feet to see dozens of candles burning away, which seemed like a bit of a hazard in what was an almost completely wooden structure.

He quickly recognized where he was, this was the place where Fleur's wedding had been held. He was in the living room of the Burrow.

All of the furniture had been pushed off to the walls. Six heads of ginger hair were kneeling on the floor, their hands clasped in front of them as five of them muttered in quiet prayer.

They were all facing the fireplace, above which hung a large picture of Harry Potter, one foot resting on a rock as he gazed off into the distance. His robes were fluttering in the wind and there was a large sword sheathed at his side.

"Ah, we've been expecting you."

Jean spun around to see the balding form of Arthur Weasley, who had his hands clasped in front of him like a monk as he approached him. Jean blanched, noticing that the man only had three fingers left altogether.

"Arthur?"

"Earthly names have no meaning here. We are all children under Lord Potter, subject to his whims."

"this is insane! He's starting a cult!"

Arthur shook his head as the kneeling Weasleys all turned to glare up at him.

"Our Lord, bless him and his infinite wisdom, did not start this group, we did. Our lord is embarrassed by this, but we do not care, we still worship."

"Why?!"

Charlie stood up, staring directly at Jean, "In a life full of suffering, where every moment is compounded by pain and punishment for your past sins, one must search for meaning."

Bill, and Jean struggled to think of the broken man as his son-in-law at this point, nodded in agreement with his brother. "Lord Potter is a vengeful god, we must seek his providence, and hope to quell his wrath. Perhaps not in this life, but hopefully, in the next."

"His wrath? I've done nothing to earn zis wrath! He 'as taken… stolen! Stolen my woman… my family from me!"

Molly Weasley tried to place a calming hand on his shoulder, but Jean shrugged it back.

"Lord Potter works in mysterious ways, Mr. Delacour." Percy explained. "What might seem like a random act of petty cruelty is only a part of his grand design. Now, if you would please join us in our prayer,"

Jean did not want to, but he found himself forced to his knees, alongside the other two Weasley brothers.

George shot Jean a pitying look, he was getting quite tired of those. "Its better if you just accept it,"

Next to George, Ron was deep in prayer, urging Harry to make the Cannons come in sixth that year.

Jean stared up at the portrait of that blasted boy, boiling over with hatred. The Harry in the picture glanced down and winked at him.

The Weasleys began to pray in unison, and the sound became so loud, it drowned out Jean's thoughts.

…

Harry wasn't sure what the afterlife was like. He'd been in Limbo, or at least that's what he assumed that place had been. But he wasn't sure about heaven, he just knew that it existed.

But he was sure that right now, he was experiencing the closest thing to heaven on earth.

He had four gorgeous witches on the bed in front of him. Three veela and one spicy redhead. They were all naked, writhing, and begging to have his cock in them.

Gabrielle and Ginny were sideways, kissing each other while they ground their cunts against the other. Gabby's pregnant belly bumped up against Ginny's completely flat stomach, her swollen tits sometimes mashing against Ginny's perky little handfuls.

It was supremely tempting to slide his cock in between their slick little cunts, to let them massage his length between their hot little cock-traps before he closed his eyes and let fate decide which pussy he was going to violate first.

But then there was the other pair next to them. They were lying one on top of the other, with Fleur grinding herself against her mother, her sopping wet pussy lips mashing against Apolline's own juice-streaked petals. It was a mesmerizing sight to watch, almost like a dance, as two veela pussies slid against each other, dainty pink flesh rubbing against one another. Fleur would circle her clit around her mother's own, and both women would shudder in ecstasy.

And then, when one expanded outward, you were able to appreciate the full beauty of the scene.

Gabby was petite, and though she was obviously still young, Harry had no doubt that the little veela would remain fun-sized as she grew up.

Fleur and Apolline were nowhere near fun-sized. They were tall, mature women with thick, meaty thighs, fat asses and large breasts. They had bimbo-like bodies, full of soft flesh that kept spilling out as the two women ground themselves on each other.

Fleur's jugs kept leaking milk directly onto her mother's breasts as their globular tits mashed against each other. She had her tongue exploring every single inch of her mother's mouth, losing herself to her lust.

Apolline was already lost. She'd spent too much time pretending to be something she wasn't. She tried to raise her daughters to be normal, human girls, she tried to be a good wife, to suppress her carnal urges.

All those years, she'd wanted to clamp her mouth over Fleur and then Gabrielle's young cunts, to teach them the pleasure of the flesh, as her own mother had for her.

But Apolline had refused. Her daughters would not turn into veela, creatures of pure lust. She'd thought she'd done an excellent job, especially once Fleur married William Weasley.

Then, Harry Potter had happened, and her entire façade had crumbled. Apolline had watched helplessly as her eldest and then her youngest both threw themselves at him, becoming nothing more than his veela love slaves.

Then, she'd seen him at Gabrielle's wedding, and she knew it was over for her as well.

She had repressed herself for too long. Now, she was unleashing the years of pent up lust, of instinct and desire that she'd bubbled inside of her. Apolline rubbed herself against her daughter's sexy body, rending as much pleasure as she could from every little movement of her body against Fleur's.

Harry was sure that Gabby and Ginny would forgive him. He'd been raring to fucking the elder Delacour, to complete his conquest of three generations of veela cunts.

Harry aimed his cock, which wasn't easy considering just how much Fleur and Apolline were writhing against each other. Finally, Harry timed it just right, aiming his cock at where Appoline's wriggling pussy was about to be, and he pushed forward.

"Fuuuuck!" Harry hissed as he sank into the MILF's vice-tight walls. They were indescribably soft. His cock slid in to a wet, hot and almost cloud-like vice that was swallowing him in, pulling him further and further into her depths.

"Merde!" Apolline shrieked. Fleur giggled atop her mother.

"Maman, thiz is what you've been keeping from us." Fleur admonished as she spread her buttcheeks open, giving Harry a wonderful view of her rosebud.

"Oui," Gabby quipped. She and Ginny had slowed down their own play, lightly stroking each other's lips as they watched Harry fuck Apolline. "Maman tried to make us into respectable women, when really we are nozzing but 'Arry's veela broodmares."

Squelch*Squelch*Squelch*Squelch*

"Maman, your pussy makes ze lewdest sounds." Fleur giggled as Apolline's hands went to her ass, spreading it even wider.

Harry couldn't say no to an invitation like that, and so he pulled out of Apolline and speared Fleur's anus, roughly plowing into her tightest of holes.

"Mon dieu!" It was Fleur's turn to shriek now as her bowels were being stretched out by a thick length of steel-hard meat.

"I 'ave been a very bad mozzer, 'avent I." Apolline said with a cheeky grin as she saw her daughter's face deform in pleasure. "I 'ave much to make up for."

Apolline took one of Fleur's milk cannons into her mouth and began to such, glugging down the stream of fresh veela milk that they produced.

"Brings a tear to my eye." Ginny quipped as she saw Apolline squeeze both of her daughter's breasts. One poured even more milk down her throat, while the other sprayed her face.

Harry pulled back painfully slow, letting Fleur's desperate anal grip pleasure his cock. He retreated until just the head was at her entrance, and then he punched back in.

Fleur screamed again, begging him for more. But next time Harry pulled back, he pulled out completely. Fleur groaned in disappointment while a second later, Apolline moaned into her tits as Harry re-entered her cunt.

Harry began to alternate strokes, pulling out of the mother's cunt in order to fuck the daughter's ass.

At some point, it became a competition between them, with both squeezing as hard as they could whenever he pushed in, desperate to be the one to receive his seed.

In the end, whether it was the novelty of fucking her for the first time, or the fact that veela cunts were special made to receive a powerful wizard's seed, Apolline won out. Harry bottomed out in her and groaned as he felt his balls empty into her pussy.

Apolline moaned triumphantly, letting her own orgasm wash over her. She wanted to send her daughter a smug look, but she couldn't open her eyes due to the milk that was covering them.

Harry sent spurt after spurt of cum into her womb, the final MILF and the final Delacour.

Ginny and Gabby approached, wanting their turns with the stud. Fleur wanted to redeem herself as well.

Harry felt a small surge of pride. From living in a cupboard, unloved, he was now the head of a happy, loving family. A family that would only continue to grow.

Chapter End Notes

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As Time Goes By

Harry, Ginny and Gabby's wedding proved to be the final one in the extended Weasleysphere. Percy remained perpetually undateable, and Charlie mourned daily as he was forced to see his dragoness become the most oft-used broodmare of the entire reserve.

The years progressed. Gabby gave birth to their daughter Jamie Potter, two years younger than Victoire and four years younger than Theodora.

The MILF squad, as Harry had taken to calling Emma, Abeli and Apolline, were no longer able to bear any children, but their motherly instincts were still intact, and they practically dedicated themselves to helping rear the next generation of 'Weasley' children.

The three of them moved into Molly and Arthur's manor in Windsor, which the elder Weasleys had so graciously and selflessly offered up. They basically became an unpaid nanny service, though Harry made sure to pay them daily visits in order to reward them for their hard work. It wasn't easy taking care of three precocious little girls.

Molly was allowed to move out of the Burrow and into the MILF house, in order to take on most of the 'dirty' tasks involved in child rearing. Mrs. Weasley spent most of her day trying to keep up with cleaning diapers, wiping vomit and ear-piercing cries without magic. The girls, in their brattier moments, tended to treat her like dirt, like a worn down house maid and not their nominal grandmother.

Still, it was an upgrade from the Burrow, which was now called the 'Shrine of Potter' by the Weasley men and Mr. Delacour, who had moved into the place, even after Harry had assured him he didn't need to torture himself so.

It seemed something had snapped inside of the man, and he was now just as broken as the Weasley men.

Harry was happier than he'd ever been, raising his beautiful daughters and doing whatever caught his fancy.

He just had three stubborn witches left to go. Three witches who wouldn't bear his children in their dogged pursuit of their careers.

Harry had been patient with Ginny, Angelina and Hermione, but their time of reckoning was rapidly approaching.

Hermione's arrived first. She'd been campaigning for Minister, convinced that she would lose, as she was a muggleborn and would have become the youngest Minister in history by far.

The entire campaign had been full of Hermione trying to temper everyone else's boundless optimism. Yes, the polls said she would win by a landslide. Yes, Harry's public support practically guaranteed her the win. Yes, her opponent had been caught up in an auror raid and

was still sitting in a holding cell after failing to post bail. But still, to her, it wasn't over until the final vote was counted.

Her election night event was an intimate affair. Wizarding elections were not the great, orchestrated affairs that their muggle versions had become, and so Hermione had been able to get by with hiring from within the family.

Which meant that Apolline ended up running Hermione's campaign, with Abeli, Emma and Gabby rounding out her staff.

Hermione was quite relieved that there was no press and no outsiders here, since she'd been in this family long enough to know that any gathering was just an excuse for a debauched orgy of wild, reckless sex. There was no way she was going to invite some department heads or foreign dignitaries over just for them to have to witness Gabby deepthroating Harry's cock in the middle of the ballroom.

Which actually… wasn't what was going on right now.

Gabrielle was being held by Ginny, who had torn the girl's blouse open and was squeezing the blonde's large bust, spraying streams of fresh veela milk onto the punch bowl while Angelina poured a bottle of firewhisky onto her open mouth.

Yes, definitely the right choice not to invite anyone else over.

At least the MILFs still somewhat had their heads in the game. Her mother was listening intently to a wireless set while Apolline moved papers around on a particle board and Adelade scribbled numbers away on a piece of parchment.

All three women were oozing a familiar white substance from either one or both of their lower orifices, proof that they'd taken a few 'breaks' to enjoy the party.

Hermione's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the room. There really weren't that many of them. Molly had been put on babysitting duties and the Weasley men had been sent out by Harry to 'do some legwork' for her campaign, whatever that meant.

Which meant that it shouldn't be that hard at all to locate her best friend. And yet, as her eyes darted around the conference room (which she'd rented out for a week to serve as her campaign headquarters), she couldn't see hide nor hair of the Sex-Fiend-Who-Fucks.

She arched an eyebrow when she saw Fleur stumble into the picture. The quarter-veela had been very recently fucked, with cum leaking out of her pussy and a very fresh splatter of it covering from her exposed tits up to her chin.

But there was no smug looking Harry following behind her.

Fleur waddled funnily over to the refreshment table, where Ginny had finally finished pouring Gabby's breast milk onto the punch. Fleur leaned over the appetizers, specifically a tray of fresh cupcakes, and began shaking her body.

Her full, pendulous tits swayed from side to side as Harry's cum began to slowly drip off from her, falling in drips and drizzles, with some cupcakes getting only a droplet while others were well and truly iced over.

"Ooh, cupcakes are ready!" Abeli said, leaving her work to run over to the appetizers. She grabbed one of the more glazed over cupcakes and held it up to Fleur's tit, grabbing onto the veela's breast and squeezing just a few squirts of her milk onto her cupcake, just enough to just barely dilute the consistency of Harry's cum.

She then peeled the wrapping off the cumcake and shoved it into her mouth, moaning happily as she chewed, more of Harry's slime sliding down her throat with each swallow.

They had all gone a little cuckoo over the years. The Veela sisters had refused to stop breastfeeding. Dora was now five, and still nursed, and while that wasn't completely out of the ordinary, Hermione knew that the women planned to continue lactating indefinitely.

And all of them seemed to want to mix in Harry's cum with their food. Angelina and Ginny actually took it before their matches, making salads or sandwiches that they would then have Harry drizzle liberally with his seed.

It was all a little much for Hermione, who never lost grip of her propriety. It was all well and good that they were all having relations and getting pregnant by the same man, but she wasn't about to devolve into some sort of degenerate worship of her best friend. She was (potentially) about to become Minister for Magic. She was going to represent the interests of an entire nation's magical population, she couldn't allow herself to-

"Your turn, 'Mione."

Hermione yelped as a pair of lips brushed up against her earlobe, the masculine voice

That seemed to reverberate all the way through to her bones causing a shiver to run up her spine and heat begin to spread from where he'd spoken.

"Harry!" Hermione tried to turn around to glare at him and give him a stern reprimand for sneaking up on her, but Harry's strong arms were keeping her firmly in place.

"You're going to win, Hermione. You know what that means, right?"

Hermione gulped, hopelessly flailing her legs as Harry grabbed her under the knee and hoisted her legs up until her ankles were behind her ears.

Hermione's very respectable and prudent ministry standard black robe with the grey trim rode all the way down until her bare bum and pussy were fully exposed to the elements.

'H-Harry! The election's still up in the air! You can't do this!" Hermione protested, her face flushing in embarrassment as she saw the other girls look at her with something akin to mirth in their eyes.

"I hope you're ready, because the moment they call that campaign over the wireless, you're getting a womb full of my seed." Harry's teeth nibbled at her earlobe as he rubbed his cock

against her lips. Hermione whimpered as his tool, slimy with Merlin knows how many other witches' discharge, teased her labia.

"The called another district." Emma exclaimed excitedly. "Eighty-twenty, in favour of our girl!"

Everyone cheered loudly. Hermione bit her lip as Harry's cockhead bumped up against her entrance. She was absolutely helpless. Her (potential) moment of triumph was approaching. She should be at her most dignified, most austere, and Harry was displaying her for all to see in a half-nelson.

The most humiliating part was just how hard her clit was beating and how much her pussy was throbbing.

Apolline was contemplating the board. "Zat means we 'ave a ninety-five percent chance of winning. Next district should do it!"

"You must be so excited, 'Ermione." Fleur sent her an impish look as the other girls giggled.

"I-it's still not mathmatic-AHHHHH!"

Harry had chosen that moment to sink her down onto his cock. Hermione's mouth hung open as the others cheered.

No matter how many times she did it, taking Harry's cock never became easier. Her walls stretched like it was the first time, her breathing growing ragged as Harry's dirty cock quickly ran out of room and bumped into her cervix.

Before, there had always been a little bit of fear. Harry respected their choices, but what if he just went wild? What if he chose to creampie them and breed them despite their wishes?

He never had, but now, Hermione knew deep down that she was going to end the night with a belly full of cum, with Harry's fertile seed desecrating her womb.

It turned her on even more that all she could do was wail helplessly as Harry hoisted her up, bouncing her up and down on his shaft.

Emma's voice called out again, this time slightly less excited, "There's a delay in Gloucester, looks like they're doing a recount."

"What? That could take hours!"

Harry never stopped rocking Hermione on his cock. The brunette tried to speak, wanting to tell him to get her off of him, that they needed to wait, but she found that she couldn't formulate anything more than a gurgle right now.

They were moving backwards now, and Hermione turned her head in confusion, only to see that Harry was backing up into a chair.

"GAAAH!" He plopped down onto his seat and Hermione screamed in pain as Harry's gigantic cockhead slammed against the entrance to her womb. She felt a jolt of pain in her lower stomach and a fleeting bout of nausea, and she worried that Harry had messed her internal organs up somehow.

Her pussy vibrated around him as Harry once more leaned into her ear. "However long it takes, I'm not pulling my cock out of your pussy until this election is settled."

"N-No… p-p-please-" Hermione turned her head in an attempt to reason with Harry face-to- face. He took that as an opportunity to suck on her lower lip as he began to slowly rock her on his lap, gyrating his throbbing cock around in her quim.

…

Percy made sure his robes were nice and clean before glancing back to check on his brothers.

"William, you have a hole in your sleeve. Ronald, make sure to wipe your shoes properly on the carpet this time, we don't want a repeat of the Parkinsons."

Everyone else was decent, or as decent as they'd look after having spent the past two hours going door to door.

Percy turned back to face the door, grabbing onto the giant brass knocker in the shape of a cockatrice and rapping it against the door twice.

A few moments passed where the Weasley men and Jean waited out in the bleeding cold. Then, the door cracked open and a very disgruntled looking man with grey hair opened the door, his wand pointed at Percy.

"Who the fuck are you? How did you get in through my wards?" He spat, his murderous eyes darting around the group.

"Evening, my good fellow. We are part of the Hermione Granger Campaign, and we are here to conduct a brief survey on how pleasant your voting experience was."

"Granger? That mudblood? I want you all off my property, you fucking blood traitors!"

"B-But Lord Nott, the survey must be conducted." Percy sputtered, holding up a clipboard with a very long form attached.

"Mimsy!"

A house elf popped in next to Lord Nott. "Yes, master Nott?"

"Release the skrewts!"

"Mimsy will be getting right to it, sir!"

The elf snapped her fingers as Nott slammed the door in Percy's face.

They began to hear the scuttling of feet and the snapping of claws almost immediately.

"What in Merlin's name are those things?" Charlie yelled in shock and awe.

An army of grotesque, giant, crab-like creatures were scuttling angrily towards them, snapping their claws and randomly exploding when they jostled against each other.

"Hagrid made those." George said with a gulp. "I guess they took off as a home defense system."

"Boys, I think now would be a perfect time to run." Arthur said as they all snapped out of their reverie, going from observing the horrifying creatures to actively running away from them.

…

"P-Please…"

Hermione was drooling now, her mouth slack and her eyes unfocused. She'd spent an hour being fucked by Harry without a reprieve, riding her way through countless orgasms until they all just melted away into a messy haze.

Her head was suddenly jostled forward. She groaned in surprise until her face fell against something soft and plumb.

She had a pair of breasts against her face.

"You did it 'Ermione! You won!"

Hermione couldn't make heads or tails of that statement. She was trying to figure out who's milky breasts she was resting her head against.

There was a nipple near her mouth, and Hermione opened it, softly suckling on the pink nub. Warm milk began to gently run down her throat, feeling like heavenly honey as it soothed her rattled form.

It was such a serene feeling.

There was a lot of commotion around her. She wasn't sure what was going on but she wished those people would just quiet down in the library before Madam Pince kicked them all out.

Her lower half felt something. She was almost numb, and yet her pussy felt warm.

While everyone congratulated Hermione on becoming Minister, Harry finally emptied his aching balls inside of her womb. And he was sure that he was slotting his seed directly into her womb, as his cockhead had broken through her cervix and was nestled comfortably inside her haven.

Harry erupted, blowing such a massive load that Hermione's stomach quickly began to bloat as her womb was forced to expand to house his seed.

The minister's head was lolled off to the side, her eyes barely open as she was impregnated by her best friend.

"I think it might be a while before she can do a speech." Emma said with a worried look at her comatose daughter.

"Let's release a statement." Adelade said. "Hermione can give a speech in the atrium first thing tomorrow."

"Is zat agreeable to you, Minister?" Apolline questioned.

Hermione responded in a series of gurgles that could only be interpreted as a yes.

…

All the top sports journalists, not just in England or even Europe, but the entire world, were murmuring in anticipation.

This was quite an event, after all. It wasn't everyday that two of the greatest chasers in the history of the English game decided to host a press conference, jointly announcing that they were hanging up their boots.

Many pictures were taken of the empty podium, where there was a table, strategically placed bottles of Finnegan's Signature Sports Drink, as well as a backdrop full of many sponsor logos (though Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was suspiciously absent)

The journos waited patiently, though many were tapping their feet as the press conference had been set for a half-hour prior. Representatives from the Harpies and Tornados had had to run out and apologize for the delay.

Finally, the sounds of approaching footsteps could be heard. The journalists adjusted their sitting positions as they prepared to ask many of the burning questions that had swept the Quidditch world once the rumors began to circulate.

Whatever questions they had in mind were wiped completely as Angelina Weasley and Ginny Potter both walked out onto the podium, looking like they'd been swept up in a storm.

Ginny's hair was disheveled, Angelina's lip was bruised, her dress robe, gifted to her by one of her team's many sponsors, was torn at the leg and loose at the shoulders.

Both women were waddling gingerly over to their seats, and Ginny audibly hissed as she eased herself onto her chair.

"So, we're quitting. Any questions?"

…

The years had been kind to some, not so kind to others.

With a lack of drive to innovate and experiment, and without anyone to lean into for moral support, George let Weasley's Wizard Wheezes deteriorate until the shop was forced to close down. Bill had tried his hand at saving the shop by inventing his own prank items, but he was nowhere near as gifted as his brother had been. When his Entrail-Expelling gum failed to take off as well as he'd hoped, it was the final nail in the coffin for the shop. Thankfully, their magnanimous benefactor quickly found jobs for Bill and George.

They were now proud pencil pushers at Grunnings, where uncle Vernon was still a senior manager. Harry had intimidated his uncle into hiring them, ensuring the two wizards would be treated like absolute garbage each and every day by the short-tempered, spiteful walrus.

The Burrow finally collapsed under its own weight about a year after Ginny and Angelina fell pregnant. The home had been empty when it happened.

Now, Molly and Arthur lived full time in the MILF house, with Arthur being tasked with outside duties and sleeping out on the tool shed.

Right now, Arthur was on top of a ladder, trying to paint a stretch of wall. He was painting it eggshell white today, he'd decided.

Every day, Arthur would paint this wall, and every night, the wards of the home would strip off every single coat he'd applied. The next morning, Arthur would have to start over from scratch.

The ladder wobbled as Arthur anchored his hooked hand onto the mortar joints in a play to keep himself steady.

"Hey! Watch it down there!" The old man called as two little figures disappeared around a corner.

"I swear, those girls have no sense for safety!" Arthur sighed as he managed to steady himself enough to unhook from the wall.

Losing his left hand had been a blessing in disguise, really. His hook was practical, and it was a very nice conversation piece. And his son Ron positively adored it, saying he wanted one just like it when he got older.

Down below, Rose Weasley chased after her younger… sisters? Cousins?

Biologically, she knew they were all sisters (except for Dora), but through the elaborate and honestly ridiculous charade that her daddy seemed insistent on upholding, she knew they were 'supposed' to be cousins.

"Lily! Roxanne! You know you're not supposed to do that!" The brunette yelled after the two girls, who were only eight months younger, though the gap seemed much wider mentally in Rose's eye.

Rose caught a glimpse of herself on one of the windows on the side of the house.

Daddy always called her cute, but Rose tended to be a bit self-conscious about herself. When your older sisters included two part-veela, one strawberry-blonde and the other raven-haired, along with Dora who could make herself look like anything, it was hard not to be worried you didn't measure up.

Rose inspected her light brown hair, a mess of curls that only her sister Roxanne shared. She inspected her warm brown eyes from behind her square-rimmed glasses, and worst of all, the buck-teeth that stuck prominently out from her mouth.

She looked so much like a younger version of her mother, though she had her father's nose, cheekbones and other features.

That wasn't to say her mum hadn't been pretty, and her hair was at least styled in something other than a bushy mess like her mum's had been in all those pictures, but she just didn't understand why her parents wouldn't at least let her get her teeth shrunken down. Her mum had done it, why couldn't she?

Rose stopped as she came up on where Lily and Roxanne were trying to peek over a window.

Roxanne, being the tallest, was able to see by stepping on her tiptoes. Lily, on the other hand, was the shortest, and she couldn't see much even as she hopped up and down.

"Oh my god!" Roxanne gasped as she looked into the room.

"No fair!" Lily protested, giving up on her attempts to hop her way to a good view. "We should have pulled the ladder out from under the old man."

"You guys aren't supposed to be doing that!" Rose hissed as she stomped the last few feet over to them.

"Yeah, yeah, you told us already, spoilsport." Roxanne waved her off, unable to keep her eyes off of what she was seeing.

Lily's emerald eyes brightened as a grin spread over her freckled face. "I got it!" She ran off without a word, leaving Rose to glare at Roxanne, who was licking her lips as she watched.

"Don't act like you don't want to look, Rosie."

"It doesn't matter if I want to or not, grandma Emma said we'll be punished!"

"So? If we get caught, daddy spanks our bare butts, how is that not a win-win?"

Rose's eyes widened and she flushed as she sent her sister a scandalized look.

"Hah, I'm way smarter than you, Roxy!"

Lily soared around the corner on their father's firebolt, riding the broom much more confidently than a girl her age had any right to.

Roxy looked genuinely impressed by her sister's quick thinking, though it only lasted her a moment before her face was back to being glued to the window.

"Wow!" Lily gaped along with her darker-skinned sister.

Rose pouted, stomping her feet in a futile attempt to draw the other girls' attention.

"There's room for one more, Rose." Lily scooted over until she was near the tail of her broom, leaving more than enough room for Rose to hop on.

Rose growled in frustration as she marched over. "Fine! But only because I can keep a better eye on you two!"

None of the three girls believed that. Lily quietly floated her broom down so Rose could take a seat, then lifted it up until they were all able to get a good look at what was in front of them.

…

On the opposite end of the house, two other girls had locked themselves up in a room.

"Oh my gosh, Vicky! She really did it!"

Jamie was gawking at the little mirror that Victoire held In a death-grip, unwilling to relinquish it for any reason.

"Duh! Dora's cool like that, Jamie. If she says she's gonna do something, she does it."

Jamie was mesmerized by what she was seeing, "So she's really gonna go for it?"

Victoire rolled her eyes.

She'd managed to sneak into the room without any of the younger girls being any the wiser, but Jamie always stuck to her and Dora, and she'd not been able to shake her off.

Jamie was stuck at an awkward spot. She was two years younger than Victoire and a year and a half older than Rose. She wanted to be a part of the 'cooler' older girls, but Victoire and Theodora saw her as a bit of an annoyance sometimes.

Still, Victoire knew better than to tell her sister to scram, since Jamie would just go crying to one of the grandmas.

At least she was being quiet. She was in complete awe, just as Victoire was. Dora had placed the other communications mirror on the nightstand of the room where their daddy was currently snoring away.

…

Dora adjusted the mirror on the nightstand, making sure the entire bed was in frame. She jumped in front of the mirror, sticking her tongue out as she shot her sister's double peace signs.

"And now, ladies, it's time for Theodora's great triumph." The metamorph whispered, careful not to wake up her father just yet.

Harry was on his back, wrapped in the sheets as he snored deeply. This was a rare occasion where none of her mothers, aunts or grandmas were sharing his bed, and she was going to take full advantage of it.

Dora did a little wiggle, giving Jamie and Victoire a show as she wriggled out of her boy shorts and let them drop to the floor.

Dora was ten, and she'd decided enough was enough. She was going to take matters into her own hands.

She tugged her faded pink shirt over her head and tossed it aside, leaving herself fully in the nude.

She was a metamorphmagus, meaning she could shift her body into whatever form she wanted.

When she was older.

Right now, she was still grappling with her powers. Her hair was super easy, she'd gotten really good at her nose and mouth (she'd done some fish-lips the other day that had left auntie Fleur tickled pink), but her body was still quite difficult. Changing things even slightly left her off balance, and it was always a struggle to get herself back to where she'd been before.

And so, she didn't change anything about her lithe, slim little body with her bee-stings for breasts and her perky little bum.

She kept her hair as it always was, or at least as it had been since a few months ago when she'd first seen that awesome animated movie with that badass cyborg lady.

Even at her young age, Dora had always gravitated towards non-conformist looks. And so, right now her dark purple hair was cut into a tight bob, with two thick strands falling down either side of her face and resting on her shoulder blades that were a vibrant, neon green.

She grinned impishly as she lifted the bedsheets, taking in a deep inhale as her father's powerful, manly musk entered her nose and filled her lungs.

Unknown to her, she was also giving a show to her three younger siblings who were peeking in through the window.

Dora crawled under the sheets, entering a world that was all at once dark, pungent and exhilarating.

Dora reached out and found her father's thigh, and then she quickly scurried her way over until she was nestled right in between his legs.

She wished she could pull the sheets fully back, both to give her sisters a proper show and to feast her own eyes on daddy's glorious cock.

But she needed to be patient. After all, he couldn't wake up before she got fully situated.

Theodora felt thrills of excitement and nerves course through her as she began to kiss her way up Harry's thigh, making sure to be as light as possible as she rested both hands on his inner thigh and crotch.

She kept on kissing, urging her lips to be as plump and soft as she could make them. As she drew closer to her target, her tongue would snake out, stealing little tastes of her father's slightly salty skin.

Finally, she could tell that her face was that much nearer to her hands, and she jumped over from his thigh to one of his tangerine sized testicles.

Dora licked tentatively at first, before she shuddered in pleasure and let her tongue dance all around Harry's massive cum-tanks.

Her right hand reflexively came down and grasped his cock, and her hand burned as she felt its perfect heat, its wonderful presence imprinting itself upon her flesh.

This tool that had dominated so many women, made them all his bitches. And Dora was about to join their ranks.

She stroked him, and his semi-flaccid cock quickly flagged up until it created a large tent on the bed.

She swore she heard gasps from the nightstand, she silently cursed her sisters for not keeping their composure.

Not that she was any better. She was sucking daddy's ballsack into her mouth, trying and failing to take it down her throat.

She was nowhere near skilled enough to try and make her throat wider to accommodate him, so she just took him in her mouth, massaging his sensitive nuts with her plump, pouty little lips.

She had another problem with her hands. They were way too small! His shaft had now hardened to a point where she could barely keep a grip on half his length, much less try and encircle it.

Dora cursed, vowing to work harder on her morphing so she wouldn't have these issues, so she could be daddy's perfect little cocksleeve, his favorite.

She felt something wet drip down onto her fingers. It was very slick, though also sticky to the touch.

This was daddy's stuff, or at least, the stuff before the real heavy stuff.

Dora used it to her advantage, letting the slickness coat her palm as she rubbed her open hand up and down his meaty shaft

Just as she let his sack plop out of her mouth and she began to scrape her tongue up through his sack and onto his shaft, she felt him stir.

Theodora was undeterred, and just as Harry began to shift around, her tongue began to run up his shaft, and a little droplet of daddy's stuff came rolling down and met her halfway.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as it hit her. It was a wonderfully salty, bitter taste that turned the fire coursing through her into a blazing inferno.

Her daddy moaned, his hands reaching under the sheets to grip the top of her head. He forcefully pushed her face against his cock, bending her nose onto the meaty rod as she kept her tongue out, letting it collect as much of delicious juices as she could manage.

"Fuck! Who's under there?" Harry asked as his grip loosened, his hand groping around and feeling her face.

Maybe Dora should have tried to change her face? Maybe to look like mama Gabby? And keep the charade going for just a little while longer. But she really couldn't be bothered. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she anticipated the moment her father would toss the sheets aside and discover exactly who was lathering his cock up with her tongue.

Harry gently tugged at one of her long strands, and Dora knew the jig was up.

"Dora?"

Harry tossed the sheet aside, leaving his beautiful cock fully exposed for her (and her sisters) to appreciate.

Dora clearly heard the gasps, and she swore there were more than just two, but Daddy must not have, because he never took his eyes off of her.

"Theodora, what are you doing?" He asked, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as her face was still pressed up against his cock, and he wasn't exactly pulling her away from it.

Dora pulled back the slightest bit, enough to smirk at her daddy with confidence that she most certainly did not have.

"What does it look like, daddy?"

"Dora, yo're-"

"I'm a big girl." She insisted, raising her head until her chin was level with his crown. "Big enough to make this hard, big enough to drink your stuff."

Harry should have come up with some sort of argument, he really should have. But he'd broken the taboo on incest ages ago, and he'd fucked Gabby at twelve. If a sin is a sin, what was a few years taken off the ticker?

And deep down, a part of Harry knew this was the only outcome, the outcome he'd been subconsciously working toward, even if he'd never wanted to voice it out loud.

Dora, the cheeky little brat, eliminated any chance of Harry backing out by bravely opening her mouth as wide as it would go and sucking Harry's cockhead in.

Six pairs of horny eyes looked in in pure amazement as Theodora sucked her daddy's cock. She could just barely manage to fit his head into her mouth, and so she did the best with what she had, bobbing her head enthusiastically as she slobbered all over his crown.

Harry threw his head back, gripping the life out of his sheets as his oldest gave him one of the most amazing blowjobs of his life. Just the sight of the little pixie, with her unusual haircut and bombastic choice of hair color, jostling with a cock was far too big for her was enough to make Harry's cock twitch, shooting a small stream of slightly more concentrated pre-cum directly down Dora's throat.

Dora's body tensed as she squeezed daddy's shaft with both hands, still unable to encircle it but able to keep it steady as she swallowed the biggest stream yet. It burned its way down her throat, almost like hot cocoa felt on a cold winter eve. She continued to run her hands up and down his shaft as she licked along the little slit where the salty milk was coming out, cleaning it of as much stuff as she could manage.

Out by the window and across the enchanted mirror, five girls felt a powerful tingle that threatened to overwhelm them.

Dora felt her daddy's hand grip her by the head and tug it back, pulling her away from her delicious meal.

"Daddy!" She whined, sending him her best doe eyes (and even changing them from blue to emerald green), thinking he waw about to tell her they were done.

But she was all wrong. Her daddy's eyes were burning in a way that she'd never seen before, in a way that made her shudder in both fear and anticipation.

"You said you're big enough, Dora. Is that right?"

His voice was deep and terrifying, and Dora gulped as she nodded weakly.

"Let's put that to the test, shall we?"

He didn't give her time to answer this time. He tossed her onto the other side of the bed, her hips falling right onto a big, fluffy pillow that slightly elevated her lower body.

Dora squeaked as Harry pounced on her, landing flush between her legs in a single motion, his cock slapping hard down onto her clit.

"Ayyyyiiee!" Dora shrieked as her bundle of nerves sent a shockwave of pleasure running up her entire body.

"Tel me, Theodora, how long have you been planning this little caper?"

He rubbed his head all around her tiny entrance, making her quiver, especially when it pressed up against her sensitive nub.

"A-A few weeks." She admitted, squirming as her father pressed himself just slightly deeper into her, enough for him to rub his cock along the outside edge of her inner lips.

"And how long have you wanted to?"

Dora blanched, her mouth snapping shut as she had no idea how to answer that question. She didn't want her father to think her a freak, she couldn-

Dora screamed, it was all she could do as she was driven insane by pleasure as Harry pushed in, his head wedging itself inside of her of her impossibly tight, virgin sex.

Harry gyrated his hip, letting his head twist her into knots as his hands went down to grip her by the face.

His thumbs pulled her half-lidded eyes wide open, and Dora stared up at her handsome daddy, who looked like an absolute god as he hovered over her.

"This is the moment of truth, Dora. Let's see what your little cunny's made of."

Dora arched her back, both to allow him easier access and to brace herself against the impact that was fast approaching.

Harry stopped rolling his hips, his cock aimed into her at an odd angle.

Dora wondered when he'd straighten it out, surely he wasn't going to break her in two with his cock at a weird angle.

Harry swiftly thrust forward, and his cock absolutely drilled itself into her tiny cunny, mercilessly digging it's way in as Theodora's pussy gripped him for all it was worth

"F-F-Fuuuuck!" Dora cursed at the top of her lungs

There were no silencing wards in the room. Surely the old man or the cow had heard her. Her sisters too.

She didn't care. Her daddy kept her head in place, and she gazed up at him lovingly as he began to mercilessly pound her little pussy into next week.

Her hands on his back were useless, spasming with every thrust as her legs flailed around. Harry ignored it, letting her involuntary kicks land on his chest and stomach as he beat her little cunny up.

Dora seized up, her body unable to take so much stimulus as the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt overwhelmed her within moments. Her cunny had exploded, and the explosion had radiated throughout her entire body in a massive wave of destruction that left her limbs feeling like jelly.

And still Harry continued, keeping his cock at an angle and creating a grotesque bulge pop out of Dora's lower stomach. Throughout all of it, he kept her face firmly in place, gazing

down at his beautiful, rebellious little metamorph as her eyes welled up with tears and her face turned crimson.

He glanced over to his left, first at a mirror, where he could hear two soft gasps coming out over the fogged glass.

And then he looked to the window, where he met two pairs of green eyes and one pair of brown.

He sent the frozen girls a nod that caused them to hastily scramble out of frame.

Dora heard her father chuckle, and she wasn't sure why. All she knew was that his cock was throbbing and she felt it suddenly bloat to an even more ridiculous size inside of her.

Harry kept Dora in place as he bloated her with his seed, her little stomach bulging to comical proportions as he filled her up for the first, but most certainly not the last, time in her life.

Once he was spent, Harry pulled out. He waved his hand and replaced the sheets over himself and the now deeply snoozing Dora. He didn't bother to pull his cock out of her tight pussy. Even as her mouth hung open and she snored away, Dora's entire body shuddered every time Harry's still not softening cock twitched inside of her ruined pussy.

He didn't bother to do anything about the mirror. It was evident to him that his girls had needs, much like their mothers, and as the regent of the Weasley family, it was his duty to ensure they were all kept nice and satisfied.

…

When Harry made eye contact with them, the three girls broke into a dead sprint, trying their best to ignore the way their thighs were rubbing up against a massive wet spot between their legs.

Lily and Roxanne managed to side-step the ladder in time, but Rose's shoulder bumped into it. The girl spun out but managed to keep her balance, falling back into her run as she barely even registered the loud scream as an old man rapidly approached the ground.

Slip n' Slide

The eerie organ music really did add a lot of ambiance to the proceedings. Harry wondered when exactly Charlie had found the time to learn how to play the organ. Perhaps it was a common thing in Romania?

The stocky Weasley brother was putting his all into, even wearing a Phantom of the Opera mask and cape combination as his hands glided across the rows and rows of keys.

Standing behind him, also wearing tuxedos with black capes, Bill and George were loudly singing some sort of Gregorian chant. Meanwhile, Percy had cast a sonorus on himself so that his voice would carry above them all.

"Oh great and merciful Lord Potter, we present to you our dearly departed, hoping that you will welcome him into your embrace! We wish to absolve him of his sins as his soul embarks on its next great adventure!"

Harry sighed as he once more sealed them up in the soundproof bubble Hermione had immediately erected once she'd seen what the Weasley men were about to get up to.

It was a weird feeling, having warped these men's minds to the point that they worshiped him like a god. He still remembered the relief he'd felt when Charlie had told him that Jean had left them. He thought the man had regained enough of his senses to escape from it all.

He'd been wrong. There had been a schism between him and Percy on how to properly worship Harry, and now Jean had started up his own chapter of Potterism in France. They regularly sent him gifts (or 'offerings', as they preferred to call them) and now Harry was stuck in the middle of a war of letters as both sides vied for his endorsement as the one true faith.

Needless to say, it was a bit of a headache.

"Dad, can we go play outside?" Jamie tugged at his sleeve, giving him those puppy dog-eyes that always seemed to do him in.

Harry glanced around, finding none of his women nearby to pawn the decision off on. "Did you pay your respects?"

Jamie nodded fervently. "I put a flower on his chest and everything!"

Harry sighed. "Who's all going?" He knew that Jamie wasn't the only one that wanted to go, and her older sisters had just sent her as the messenger.

"Victoire and Dora!"

"Alright." The girl cheered as Harry placed his hand on her head. "But, you'll have to bring all of your sisters along, understood?"

Jamie stomped her feet petulantly, "But they're little brats!"

"That's my condition." Harry said. "Unless you want me to ask uncle Ron to chaperone?"

It was hilarious to see the girl almost instantly back off. "N-No! Its ok daddy!"

Harry chuckled as his daughter ran off. They were going to the little park right outside the funeral home, all part of an enclosed area on the edge of Hogsmeade, so Harry was confident they'd be fine.

Harry walked back into the viewing room as Jamie rushed ahead of him. There were rows of seats, most of them empty, with a few occupied by some very sexy looking women.

His daughters were all huddled up on one side of the room, and from the little noises he heard Harry was sure they were playing with those new handheld gaming thingies that they'd all become so obsessed with recently.

Meanwhile, the ladies were congregated on the other side of the room.

It had all started off nice and respectful. Everyone had wanted to be staid and somber for Ginny's sake, seeing as her father had died.

The mood had lasted for about ten minutes before Ginny had pulled a bottle of firewhisky from her bag.

"Dad wasn't the worst of them, so I gave him ten minutes of silence, now lets get plastered!"

Now, his ladies were even rowdier than the children, and they were also huddled, each nursing their own glass or drink, though Harry wondered what exactly all the commotion was about.

He spared a single glance to Molly, who was standing over her husband's casket, clad in full widow gear, including a long black veil that covered her face. She'd been standing there for a while now, trying and failing to make herself cry.

Back to his ladies, he was shocked as he got closer, as he heard sounds very similar to the ones coming from his daughter's side.

Angelina was holding one of those tiny little video game thingamajigs, and the other women were shouting advice at her as she played.

"Use a healing potion this turn, come on!"

"Maybe you should switch over to the other little creature? The fire monkey."

"Don't switch, just stand up and fight to the death!"

"You have ice beam right there! It's four times effective against Garchomp!"

Everyone's eyes turned to Emma, who shrugged before taking a sip of her drink, "I've been playing with the girls a bit."

Harry shook his head as the others began muttering about needing to get one of their own.

He saw his daughters scurrying off outside, and caught sight of someone who looked very lost out.

With a sigh, Harry headed out to where Ron was standing atop a hill, staring absently at the village below.

"Everything alright, mate?"

Ron turned his head to glance back at Harry, a frown on his face. "I don't get it, Harry. I just don't get it."

"Its life, Ron, these things happen."

The redhead shook his head. "I went over to ask dad if he wanted to play chess with me, and he completely ignored me! He's lying there pretending to be asleep, but no one could sleep through all that commotion!"

Oh.

"Ron… you think your father's pretending to be asleep?"

"Duh, Harry! That's what I just said."

Harry shook his head as he stepped up to his former best friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Ron. Your dad isn't waking up. He's going to stay asleep… forever."

"Huh? No one can sleep forever Harry! That's silly!"

Harry cringed, wishing there was a way to make this easier. "Listen, buddy, sometimes, when people get really bad ouchies, or when they get really sick, they go to sleep forever, and they never wake up from it."

"But dad has to paint my room on Thursday!"

"I can do that for you, buddy,"

Ron's eyes lit up with joy. "Really? And can we go get ice cream after?"

"Sure thing." Harry ruffled Ron's hair as the tall redhead skipped back inside the funeral parlor.

Harry slipped back inside as well, where he noticed that not all his daughters had run off outside.

Rose was sitting on a chair, sniffling lightly as she stared out towards Arthur Weasley's casket.

Harry made eye contact with the ladies, who had all seemed to notice Rose's mood at the same time as he had. Harry gave them a nod to let them know he'd handle the situation.

Harry sat down next to his daughter, who glanced up at him with tear stricken eyes and fogged up glasses that made Harry's heart ache.

Harry wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. Rose leaned into it, her head resting on his side.

"Rosie, honey." Harry rubbed circles on his daughter's back. "Grandpa Arthur… well, sometimes, when people get ouchies, or become sick, they-"

"Dad, I know what death is. And he's not really my grandfather."

Harry was taken aback. "Oh, erm, wait. Are you sure you know-"

"Death: the irreversible cessation of all biological functions that sustain an organism. I read it in one of mum's books."

"Right." Harry had forgotten exactly who's daughter he was talking to.

"Either way, Rosie, its alright to be sad about great-uncle Arthur passing."

Rose's lip quivered as she burrowed further into his side. "It's not that, dad. I-I killed him, I was the one who bumped into his ladder and made him fall. I killed someone."

"No, no. Rose, it was an accident."

"Just because it was an accident doesn't mean I still didn't kill him, just makes it manslaughter."

Harry frowned. This girl was like Hermione on pepperups sometimes. "Rose, don't blame yourself for this. If anything, it's my fault, I'm the one who turned him into an indentured servant. I'm the one who placed him into constant, hazardous situations. If it hadn't been this, he would have been killed in some other way. I mean, why do you think he had a hook for a hand?"

"A-And you did all this because he betrayed you?"

Harry bit his lip. It had been so many years since the betrayal had taken place, and while Harry hadn't forgotten about it, it hadn't really been at the forefront of his mind for a while. Over the past few years, that smoldering fury he'd constantly felt towards the Weasleys hadn't been present.

How long could he use revenge as a justification for his actions? After all he'd done to the Weasleys, practically turned them all into husks of the people they once were, had he passed a tipping point? Had his righteous acts morphed into outright cruelty without him being able to tell the difference?

"Dad, does that mean that any and all acts we commit are justified as long as they are inflicted upon those we deem inferior? Does that mean that the strong have an inherent right to control the lives of the weak? Does it mean that we should feel no remorse for our actions, because our power automatically makes them righteous?"

Harry was left mumbling and stumbling over his words as he gawked at the brown-haired girl who he was sure was still only six, unless Hermione had pulled some time-turner shenanigans again. "N-No… I-I mean… where did you learn to talk like that?!"

Rose was already beaming though. The bespectacled girl's legs were swinging as her previous sadness was all but forgotten. She hopped off her seat and gave her father a big kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, daddy! I feel way better now knowing that might makes right! I'm going to go play with the girls now!"

As his mini-Hermione skipped off towards the exit, Harry was left in a complete mental daze.

What the hell had just happened?

He needed to clear his mind.

He glanced over at his ladies, a den of sex-crazed mature MILFs who would be more than happy to help him search through his feelings.

But then his eye caught Molly, who was still bent over the casket, still trying and failing to squeeze out a single tear for her deceased husband.

His eyes fixated on Molly's fat ass as its shape popped out prominently, even through her rather conservative dress.

Maybe he should be doing some deep thinking about his actions, but he would put that off for another day. Right now, he needed to blow off some steam, and he didn't particularly care about the depravity of the situation.

Molly was growing more and more frustrated as she couldn't eke out a single believable act of mourning for her deceased husband. Perhaps if she thought about her previous life, how glorious it had been and how precipitous her fall from grace had ended up being she could manage some waterworks?

But that wouldn't work either. If she were honest, she had grown to enjoy being one of Harry's little fucktoys. Even being treated like garbage by him and the girls, by her own daughter and granddaughter, as humiliating as it was, turned her on in a very perverse way.

Speaking of the devil, Molly yelped as she felt a familiar hand smack her hard on her bottom.

"H-Harry?" She shivered as his hard body pressed up against her soft, full curves. His hands rested on her hips as he ground himself against her fat rump.

"I think I can help you with your problem, Molly. Can you help me with mine?" He asked in a husky voice.

"S-Sure."

She felt a sudden rush of cool air as the bottom of her dress was torn off. She whimpered even as she spread her legs wider to grant him access, even as her pussy began to drip in anticipation.

Harry grabbed the back of her head and forced it down, down into the casket where her late husband lay.

Molly tries to turn away, but Harry's forceful grip kept her facing forward, staring directly at the corpse of the man who she had once vowed to cherish in sickness and in health.

Til death did them part.

Harry grunted as he rubbed his fat head up against Molly's slick lips, letting it collect her juices. Once his head was well coated, he began to run his shaft up and down her wetness, allowing more of her juices to lubricate his meat torpedo.

Molly was holding onto the edge of the casket for dear life. "P-Please, p-put it in." She begged as her entrance was stimulated by the burning hot length that was sandwiching itself between her flesh-petals.

"Ooooh, I believe 'Arry has decided to bury a bone at zis funeral." Fleur commented.

Harry could feel the eyes of all his women on him as he continued to use Molly. The temperature in the room rose as he knew that they were all becoming rather hot and bothered, and things would likely devolve very quickly from here.

Harry pulled his cock back as his free hand slid Molly's torn dress up her body, exposing more and more of the woman's doughy yet sexy form until he revealed her naked lower half completely.

His hand continued to ride under the torn dress, reaching her massive breasts and sinking into one of them as he lined himself up with a different hole.

"No! Wait!"

But there was nothing Molly could do, Harry pushed into her rosebud with his newly lubricated cock, and the Weasley matriarch could only yelp as Harry forcefully filled her backdoor.

Harry's cock sank down into Molly's anus and, using her cowtits for support, he began to fuck her roughly from behind.

Harry pounded the Weasley matriarch's ass while her head remained buried in her husband's casket.

It was rough and animalistic, with the setting and situation bringing Harry a perverse pleasure that made him question his own morality, but also made his cock hard as a diamond inside of Molly's canal.

"P-Please!" Molly was finally crying, shedding tears directly over Arthur's body as Harry raped her ass without mercy. He squeezed her udder, never able to get enough of her pillow- soft tits, while his tool plowed her behind for all it was worth.

"Oh… Oh Merlin! I-I'm going to-" Molly screeched as her body gave way and an orgasm tore through her body. Her anus clenched around Harry's cock as her pussy began to shower his thigh with a spray of juices. Harry held on, leaning into Molly as she rode out her orgasm and spasmed around his shaft.

Once she'd come down, Harry pulled out of her now gaping anus. Molly collapsed onto the floor, finally able to pull back from the casket as Harry turned around.

He was faced with a bunch of randy women, pussies exposed, hot and ready to receive his shaft.

Abeli ended up being the lucky contestant who was first to receive his cock in her pussy.

Any thoughts of morality were forgotten as Harry fucked into the beautiful dark-skinned MILF.

...

"What is your will, oh great lord and savior?" Charlie asked.

Harry had gathered all the Weasley men together, except for Ron. Ron was a special young man, and Harry knew he wouldn't survive out there on his own. But the others? The others had been functional adults at one point, they should be more than fine.

Harry was going to set them free.

After he'd had his fun at the funeral, he'd thought long and hard about Rose's words and decided that he needed to let go. The Weasleys had betrayed him, and he'd gotten his revenge, anything past that would only be petty cruelty on his part.

"I gathered you guys here to let you know that I'm going to set you free. I'm going to break off our agreement, you guys can go out into the world and remake your lives."

He expected hope. He expected happiness and tears and defiant bravado.

He had definitely underestimated just how severely he'd warped their minds.

They all looked panicked. They fell to their knees, and of all people, George was the one who crawled up to him in desperation. "My lord, what have we done to displease you? What can we do to sate your wrath?"

"My wrath? Guys, listen you can drop this, it's f-"

"This is all your fault!" Bill sent a hateful glare towards Percy, who had his head down in shame. "I knew Mr. Delacour was right! You forced your heresy onto us, and now you've forsaken us all!"

This had gotten maybe a bit more out of hand than Harry had originally thought.

"Sir, we promise, it was Percy who blasphemed, not us!" Charlie had both hands clasped in front of him in prayer. "We tried to tell him that the Godfather should have been equal to the mother and father!"

"Sirius Black was not a parent! He should not be on equal footing with the Potters." Percy defiantly argued his point.

"That bullshit is what has led us to this. Now look at us, abandoned and without guidance." Bill spat at his brother. "Tell us, oh lord, please, what can we do? What if we sacrifice this blasphemer?"

"Guys, guys!" Harry yelled over the rapidly devolving mob of ginger-haired cavemen. "Listen, err… that was just a test of faith, alright? And you all passed!"

"We passed? Oh thank you gracious lord!" George crawled over to kiss his feet, though Harry pulled back. "After my brother passed, I was without a purpose, but now I've found providence in your loving embrace!"

That was… actually kind of sad and fucked up.

It seemed that Harry had broken these men beyond repair, and now, he would have to live with the consequences.

"Does this mean that we can declare a holy war against the infidels in France?" Percy asked with renewed enthusiasm.

Harry blanched. "No, no! Listen… fuck. I'll figure something out, alright?"

…

The years passed, and Harry really did try to figure something out.

He was god to these people now, somehow. He was sure that he could get them together and iron out their differences.

"Zat is ludicrous! 'Edwig ze owl is clearly above Dobby ze Elf in our lord's hierarchy!"

Jean Delacour, clad in an oversized Gryffindor seeker kit, was glaring across the table at Percy. Behind Jean where a gaggle of French and German wizards whom Harry had still not gotten to know, even though most had been present at the previous councils.

Percy and the Weasley boys were on the opposite end of the table. "An owl above a free elf? That is absurd! Lord, what is you verdict on this?"

Harry ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "Hedwig or Dobby? Man, I don't know." He pushed back from the seat and hopped up to his feet. "Why don't you guys figure it out amongst yourselves? I'm leaving."

The two parties instantly launched into a pissing contest to see who could shower him with the most praise before he left. Harry ignored them completely and left as quickly as he could manage.

This was the fourth ecumenical council they'd held. They'd gotten to the point where Harry felt like he could leave them alone without them killing each other, but to be honest, he really didn't care if they did at this point.

He apparated away, appearing in a villa they had rented out for this trip to the southeastern coast of Spain, where the 'Council of Barcelona' was being held.

He wasn't surprised to find the villa empty, and he quickly found a note from Gabby letting him know they'd gone off to a water park.

That sounded like just what Harry needed after having to sit through another ludicrous religious debate. Harry found his swim trunks and sandals and popped away to join his family.

…

El Parque de las Sirenas was one of the premier waterparks in the world. Harry felt a growing sense of excitement as he saw glimpsed some of the rides, especially the supposedly famous drop slide which used a trapdoor to plummet people at breakneck speeds.

After perusing the brochure a few days prior, Harry felt like the magical world was in dire need of a water park of its own.

He entered the park and began to look around for his girls.

Despite the allure of Barcelona, only Gabby, Fleur, Apolline, Victoire and Jamie had come along for this trip. His family had grown weary of these ecumenical councils and the drama that they usually brought, and so everyone else had decided to stay in England for the three days of the trip.

He knew his other daughters would be absolutely livid once Victorie and Jamie blabbed to them about the water park, which Fleur had just found out about the other day after taking a stroll through the muggle part of the city.

It wasn't hard to spot them. The moment he hit one of the many pools, he saw the three supremely sexy blonde witches, wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits as they stood in waist high water. Everyone else in the pool was giving them a wide berth, with many angry looking wives and absolutely dumbstruck husbands trying and failing not to stare at their perfection.

Harry grinned as he waded into the water, ready to bask in the glares of all the men in the immediate vicinity as he touched what they could barely look at.

"My love! You're back." Apolline exclaimed as she was the first to catch sight of Harry. Harry waded up to the MILF and pulled her close, making a show of squeezing her exquisite ass while he gave her a snog.

He could feel the men around him seething in anger and jealousy. He smirked as he pulled back from the half-veela and his hands groped at her daughters, pulling them into his lecherous grip.

What followed was an extremely inappropriate groping and snogging session between Harry and the three veela, something that he was sure would further incense those around him.

"Someone eez feeling frisky." Gabby giggled as she reached down to grab at Harry's crotch, squeezing his erection through his trunks.

"I definitely have a lot of frustrations to work through." Harry admitted as he couldn't help but look between his three veela. It was his eternal dilemma, which one to fuck first when they all looked so damn good?

Then his mind cleared just enough for him to realize something. "Where are the girls?"

The three of them shared a knowing look, a look that let Harry know he was in deep, deep trouble.

Gabby's hand left his crotch as she giggled lightly, "They went to change, I zink you're in trouble."

After that first time with Dora, Harry had been unable to control himself. While he'd tried his best to wait until they were older, he'd ended up fucking all of his daughters, and now his little girls were as addicted to his cock as their mothers were.

It seemed he had a sixth sense for these things, because the moment he turned his head and glanced back, his eyes feasted on the very sinful sight of his teenaged daughters in their very inappropriate bikinis.

They were absolutely stunning. Victoire was fourteen and in the full throes of puberty, which had been more than generous to her. She was already five-six, taller than her aunt Gabby, with legs for days and breasts that were already a c-cup. She was an absolute bombshell, and her long-flowing strawberry blonde hair looked vibrant against her bright pink bikini, with a top that just barely covered her nipples.

At twelve, Jamie wasn't as developed as her sister, and she was considerably shorter, but her veela heritage mixed well with her raven-black hair, lending her the appearance of a Slavic princess. Her budding chest and slim frame reminded him of when he'd first been with Gabby, and her dark blue bikini left as little to the imagination as her sister's.

They were stunning, and the way their smoldering emerald green eyes were staring him down only helped to fan the flames of his towering lust.

His two little succubi waded into the water, approaching Harry like a pair of sirens ready to pounce on a sailor they had swept into their clutches.

They attached themselves to his sides, slipping between their mothers to push their nubile young bodies up against his own. Harry let his hands squeeze his daughter's hot little asses under the water.

"Daddy." Victoire said sultrily. "Jamie is being a little brat."

"Oh really?" Harry asked, glancing at his younger daughter with an amused smile.

"Victoire is being a stuck up b-" Jamie stopped herself before she received a scolding, "Victoire thinks that she can make you cum in her more times than me, and she's being ridiculous! Everyone knows I'm your favorite!" She stuck her tongue out at her older sister.

"Now, now girls-" Harry began, before he caught the mischievous looks on the three older veela's faces.

He sighed. "What did you guys do?"

"Oh, nozzing." Fleur shrugged casually. "Eet is just, veela are very competitive by nature, especially in matters of love."

"And so, we decided a little friendly competition between our girls was in order." Gabby continued.

Apolline chuckled at Harry's exasperated expression. "Veela can be quite a 'andful, can't they, mon amour?"

"So I guess we're going home then." Harry said. He'd been looking forward to enjoying the water park, but he would be an absolute idiot to turn down multiple rounds of passionate sex with his sexy young daughters.

"Why would we, papa?" Victoire looked up at him in confusion. "We can have the competition right here."

Harry's eyes went wide. "Here? But, there's a bunch of people here."

Jamie turned and pressed her bum right up against his erection, which throbbed from the contact with his daughter's juicy little ass.

"That's never stopped you before, daddy." She fluttered her eyelashes.

That was when Harry knew he was in trouble.

…

Harry had never been to a water park before, but from what he'd absorbed through cultural osmosis in his childhood, he was sure that the long winding course of the lazy river shouldn't run this fast.

"Come on daddy!" Jamie tugged at his arm as she dragged the inner tube behind her. Harry wished he had his wand with him, or that he'd actually learned some wandless magic, because riding along those powerful rapids while doing that with his daughter seemed like a recipe for disaster.

But he could never say no to his girls. Victoire glared at Jamie as she threw her own inner tube into the water and hopped on, quickly getting swept away behind her mother, aunt and grandmother.

Harry set their inner tube up on the edge of the river before taking a seat. Jamie wasted no time in hopping on his lap with enough impulse to push them off the banks and into the rapidly flowing waters.

"Woah!" Harry held his arms out, trying not to tip over as the current threw them to and fro. He could see his girls further ahead, turning a sharp corner that almost threw Victoire off her inner tube.

Harry grabbed onto the side grips. Meanwhile, his cheeky little dark haired veela had untied her bikini bottom and tied it around her forearm.

"Jamie!" Harry said, thinking she would have been a bit more subtle than that. There were people around them, but they were too busy navigating the river to notice what had just happened.

"I am your favorite, right daddy?" Jamie gave him those puppy dog eyes that weren't so innocent any more.

"Jamie, baby, I love you all equally."

Jamie frowned, and her small hands jumped immediately to his swim trunks. With superhuman dexterity, she pulled the soaked garment down, allowing his cock to spring out and bob freely in front of her hungry face.

Harry really wished he had a wand now. There was no way these muggles wouldn't see what was going on.

"Alright daddy, now its time for the real ride." Jamie said, seemingly unperturbed as the inner tube sloshed violently through the waters.

Harry stared down at her beautiful, hairless little slit, her hot, tight snatch. A part of him wanted to force her onto his face and devour her little cunt whole, but he knew what Jamie really wanted, and he also knew they would instantly spill over if he tried that.

Jamie settled between his legs, firmly grasped his cock and aimed it at her entrance with a confidence that came only with years of experience.

Some very enjoyable years of experience.

Jamie sank down onto his shaft, swallowing most of his length in her tight little vice.

"Ahhh!" She screamed in pleasure as she flopped forward onto his chest. Harry groaned loudly, unable to care now if people could see. He placed a hand over his daughter's bum, partly to make a token attempt at covering her up, but also to help push just another quarter- inch of his shaft into her pre-teen pussy.

"Daddy! It feels so good inside of me!" Jamie whimpered. Harry grunted, feeling his daughter's heat envelop him, preparing himself to make his first tentative thrust into his little veela's snatch.

The raft hit a a corner, and a cross-current of even faster water sent them smashing against a wall before they banked sideways.

"Fuck!" Harry said as he held onto the inner tube for dear life with one hand while the other kept his daughter firmly in place.

They began to accelerate as the inner tube continued to jostle around violently, but somehow, despite being thrown every which way by the artificial poseidon below them, Jamie began to move her hips up and down.

Harry grit his teeth as his twelve year old daughter's pussy squeezed him tight as her thighs clenched around him. The little minx giggled as she fucked herself on his cock, hips rising and falling through the maelstrom.

"Jealous, Tory?"

Harry's head snapped to the side to see they had caught up with the others. Jamie was smiling smugly at Victoire as she rocked her mound back and forth on his shaft.

"Whatever, brat. You're just warming daddy's cock up for the real show."

'Oh my." Apolline laughed from her inner tube. "Thank goodness ze two of you never had a sibling rivalry like zat." She glanced at her daughters.

"Focus, Jamie, eyes on ze prize." Gabby urged her daughter while Fleur rolled her eyes.

"Victoire will be victorious, dear sister, eet is obvious."

Her aunt's words lit a fire in the little veela, who began to bounce in earnest on her father's lap.

Harry abandoned his grip on the raft, needing both hands to cup Jamie's round little bottom as she rode him for all he was worth.

At least they were now surrounded by the girls, which meant Harry could hump back against his daughter's tender pussy with less fear of being seen.

"DADDY!" The young girl yelped as her father began to meet her movements with hard thrusts of his own. Her little pussy squelched as Harry slammed into her, his head bashing itself against the entrance to her young yet fertile womb.

"Watch out!" Victoire yelled with a hint of glee in her voice.

Harry barely had time to lift up his head before he saw they were headed directly toward a whirlpool. There was no time to change course, no time to even let go of Jamie's ass as the little girl seemed to ignore her sister's warning.

We are definitely going over, Harry thought.

Fuck it.

He began to ram himself into her tender heat with an almost frenzied desperation.

They were sucked into the whirlpool and began to spin violently around. Harry's head began to swim as his surroundings blurred.

But, the raft was surprisingly stable, in the sense that it wasn't about to flip over on them.

"We got you, mon amour." Gabby said from his side.

Gabby, Fleur and Apolline were each holding onto Harry's inner tube as they all spiraled together.

Harry sent them a grateful grin before refocusing on his daughter. Jamie was now shuddering atop him, her breathing coming in ragged as his baby girl was mere seconds from her orgasm.

Harry redoubled his efforts, knocking the back out of her preteen pussy until Jamie finally couldn't take it any longer.

His daughter clamped down on him and squirted around his cock just as they exited the whirlpool and were jettisoned towards the end of the loop.

Harry's cock lurched, and he emptied his balls inside his sexy young daughter, blasting her with a surge of daddy milk that flooded her pussy and womb.

When they neared the point where the lazy river looped back over, father and daughter were stumbling their way out of the waters. Harry's cock was safely back in his trunks while he and Fleur shielded Jamie, who was trying to put her bottom back on while walking on wobbly legs.

Somehow, miraculously, his daughter was able to cover herself up, sealing up the slow drip of sticky cum that was peeking from her pussy. The family left the lazy river, and Harry had barely recovered his senses when Victoire grabbed onto his arm, and dragged him along behind her.

"Come on, daddy, let me show you some real fun."

…

They all ended up squeezed in inside of a jacuzzi attached to one of the many pools. Harry was in between Fleur and Apolline, while Victoire stood confidently in front of him, proudly flaunting her beautiful assets.

Harry glanced around nervously. There were people literally right behind them. He was sitting on the edge of the tub, only up to his shins in the water.

"There's no way we won't get caught." He said nervously.

Fleur rolled her eyes. "I placed several muggle repelling charms on us before we headed out to ze river. None of zese people will notice."

Harry sagged in relief, feeling a bit stupid that he hadn't noticed the clear signs of it before.

"Which is good, because my granddaughters are making me very 'orny." Apolline faced Jamie next to her. She pulled at her own bikini top, unleashing her massive breasts before smothering her granddaughter's face with them.

On Harry's other side, Gabby pulled her older sister into a passionate snog as their hands began to roam, and Harry was sure that this time, all of their clothing would be lost before the session was over.

"Eyes on me, daddy." Victoire said, and Harry immediately turned to face her.

She shot him a slight pout before she smirked, sensuously running her hands through her body as she began to sway in front of him.

"Jamie is still a kid, she doesn't know a thing about the art of seduction."

As she spoke, Victoire was giving Harry quite a show, moving her hips from side to side while her hands slid under her top and began to softly massage her pert breasts. She was dancing to music only she could hear, and she was doing so in a way that made Harry rock- hard once more.

She sauntered over to him, lowering her top to free her breasts but not removing it. She began to play with the cloth of her pink bottom, pulling the material aside to reveal her drooling wet lips.

"See, daddy, Jamie doesn't know how to be sensual like I can." She mewled as her finger slid around her wet lips.

The younger veela pulled back from her grandmother's breasts, "Fuck you, Tory!"

"Young lady!" Apolline gasped, forcing her head deeper into her chest, "To zink you would use such language!" she began rubbing her chest all over the protesting girl's face as she pulled her onto her lap.

Gabby was now straddling Fleur, the two sisters having pulled their own bottoms aside as they ground their pussies against each other. It seemed that they were trying to give their daughters an example on how to get along properly.

Victoire stood over Harry, confident and gorgeous as her skin flushed red and her nipples stood erect atop breasts that lacked even the slightest hint of sag. Her creamy chest, accented by strands of her wet, reddish hair that fell all around it, was truly a sight to behold.

Harry went to pull out his cock, but his second oldest daughter shook her head firmly.

"I can take care of it, daddy. All of it."

Victoire reached over and pulled put his cock, hot and ready for its second veela pussy of the day.

She pulled his stiffness towards her slowly. Harry watched as his cock bent in his redhead veela's direction, right up until it was right in front of her clit.

Victoire bit her plump lips as she stepped forward. She hissed when his bulbous head made contact with her clit. She closed her eyes, taking short breaths as she began to rub his cockhead on her clit.

Harry would have thrown his head back if he wasn't so mesmerized by the sight. Victoire rubbed his head against her hyper-sensitive nub. The way she looked, with her swimwear shoved off to the side but not fully removed, was somehow a lewder sight than if she had just taken them off.

She rubbed circles on her clit, her hips bucking against him at the end of each motion, before she changed tracks and began to slap his head against her little pleasure center.

"O-Oh daddy! F-Feels so gooooood." She gasped, eyes still closed as the *slap*slap*slap* of his head against her clit filled the air between them.

Every slap sent waves of pleasure running up both their bodies. Below them, the Jacuzzi's bubbling hot waters served only to continue to simmer their growing passion and need.

Harry had had enough. He reached out and grabbed Victoire, pulling her towards him and placing her on his lap like Apolline had done to Jamie.

Speaking of which, he was able to see the half-veela had two fingers inserted in her grandaughter's pussy while her thumb fiddled with her clit.

He loved his life sometimes.

"Eyes on me, daddy, remember?" Tory said as she slid her slick lips up his shaft.

"Of course, baby." Harry placed both hands on her face, pulling her towards him into a forceful kiss as his hands disappeared in her wet hair. Her lips were so pillowy soft and so plump, it was almost a sin to want to bite into them.

They became lost in passion, and through some form of sexual telepathy, they were able to line up perfectly, with Harry sliding his cock into the teen veela's piping hot cunt.

Victorie moaned into the kiss as her daddy's cock filled her up. She could take more than Jamie could, she could take all of it. She confidently rolled her hips forward as she swallowed his cock whole in her waiting snatch.

She danced on her daddy's lap, not bouncing but undulating, rolling and twisting her body as as she rocked her pussy around the cock that had made her.

Harry broke the kiss and reached down to suck on one of her perfect breasts. They were just so perky and large, they were marvels of magic in a sense.

Meanwhile, his hand traveled downward and his thumb began to play around with her clit.

"Merlin! Dad!" The fourteen year old's head snapped back as Harry's thumb circled her nub, his clockwise motion going the opposite way of her counter-clockwise gyrations on his shaft.

"Daddy please, fill me up! I want to be the first to have your babies!"

That image proved far too much, and Harry felt his balls erupt as his thumb pushed her little button in, triggering his daughter's own release as her greedy cunt milked him for every ounce of seed that it could manage.

Harry was actually able to see the outline of his cock against her crotch as it throbbed with each spurt of his seed, delivering its gooey package directly into her womb.

Victoire slacked against him, and Harry wrapped his arms around her as he scooted down until their bottoms sank into the bubbling water.

"I think we both know who won, Jamie." Victoire mocked her sister, who was coming down from her own orgasm induced by her grandmother.

"Who said we were done?"

…

"I'm going up there right after!"

"You'll be doing no such zing, Victoire. Once your father and sister come down, we are leaving. Zis places is about to close."

The four veela were standing by the exit of the drop slide. The sun was setting, and all around them, people were collecting their things and making for the exit.

Victoire was talking a good game, but the girl was absolutely spent. She'd taken more of her father's seed than she could ever remember taking in such a short amount of time, and it showed. Her stomach was bloated, complete with a sloshing sound following every step she took. She was sore beyond measure, she was dead on her feet, and there was absolutely no more room in her pussy or womb for even a drop of her father's seed.

"Here they come." Gabby said as they heard the sound of the rapidly approaching duo.

"Woooo!"

Harry and Jamie spilled out of the mouth of the slide, and Harry looked properly thrilled by the ride.

Jamie, who was attached to his front with his cock buried in her pussy and was leaking a fresh batch of cum, looked to be barely hanging on to consciousness.

Later on, while both girls were passed out from exhaustion, their mothers would debate over who had actually won. Gabrielle said that Jamie's stomach looked the most bloated, while Fleur argued that Victoire had outlasted her sister and only passed out when they got home.

Harry, as always, was stuck in the middle.

Gentle Parenting

Chapter Notes

We're nearing the end of this fic. I have one more full chapter (which is already you know where) and a shorter epilogue afterwards. Hope you guys enjoy.

"Now open up and say 'Ah' honey."

Rose rolled her eyes, "I'm ten, grandma, not five!"

Emma chuckled from her dentist's chair. "You'll forever be my little munchkin, Rosie dear."

Rose pouted before opening her mouth, allowing her grandmother to lean down and inspect her teeth.

Wizards didn't have dentists. It wasn't seen as necessary, as any kind of issue that emerged could just be fixed with magic.

Emma's dentist brain simply could not accept that. Magic or no magic, it would always be better to have good dental hygiene and prevent tooth decay and the like rather than to just reverse damage whenever it was noticeable.

And so, Emma had taken it upon herself to see that the extended Potter-Weasley family's oral health was in tip top shape. That included bi-annual cleanings.

Today, her granddaughter was due.

Emma inspected Rose's mouth, and as always, there was nothing to worry about. Little Rosie never gave her any trouble, being as meticulous as Hermione had been in flossing and brushing thoroughly twice a day while avoiding excessive sweets.

The cleaning went by quick, and as Emma removed her gloves, she noticed a frown on her granddaughter's face as she inspected her teeth in the hand mirror.

"What is it, Rosie?"

"My teeth are still huge." She said as she angled the mirror under her buck teeth, "Everyone else has a perfect smile. Meanwhile, I have these two giant rabbit teeth coming out of my mouth. And mum and dad won't let me get them fixed!"

Emma held her hand out, "Rosie, come with me, I think we need to have a little talk with your parents."

As luck would have it, Harry and Hermione were in the room upstairs. Everyone else was out for some reason or the other, which was very convenient, as this would work best as a Granger only conversation.

Rose followed along as her grandmother led her upstairs, and neither one of them even so much as flinched as they began to hear the tell-tale sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, along with some very familiar moans.

"Yes! Yes! Keep pounding that pussy Harry pleaseeee!"

Emma had been wrong. Harry and Hermione weren't in a room. They were smack dab in the middle of the hallway, with Hermione bent up against the wall as Harry fucked her from behind.

Hermione moaned as Harry tugged at her hair, her face turned sideways against the wall as her mouth hung open.

Harry's cock slammed in and out of Hermione's gushing cunt, the grotesque sounds of her squelching quim echoing across the narrow hallway.

Emma tisked. "You couldn't even make it to the bedroom?"

Harry grunted as his balls slapped against Hermione's clit, the impact making the brunette's knees buckle as he triggered a sudden orgasm in her. Harry let Hermione quiver around him and then collapse forward onto the floor, his shaft sliding out of her quim and dragging a thick drizzle of her cunt juices along with it.

"I-I warned him that this wasn't proper! But he doesn't listen!" Hermione whined, trying to catch her breath as her pussy still quivered, feeling the echoes of Harry's member against its walls.

Emma rolled here eyes at her daughter's words. Sometimes, she wondered if Hermione only kept up that proper, prudish act because she knew it turned Harry on.

"Your cleaning's done, baby?" Harry asked Rose, who nodded slowly, eyes completely fixated on the thick cock that was slimy with her mother's juices.

"Actually, there's something we need to talk to you about, don't we, Rose?"

Rose gulped, suddenly not that interested in bringing up her insecurities to her father.

Harry looked genuinely curious. "What is it?"

Emma gave the girl's back a light shove. "Come on now, dear."

Rose took in a deep breath. "Why can't I get my teeth fixed?"

Harry looked taken aback, blinking quite a few times before he let out a light chuckle.

He stepped forward, leaving behind a whimpering Hermione as he approached his daughter and her MILF grandmother. Emma and Rose were both wearing nothing more than crop tops and knickers, and Harry could see their soaked crotches along with the stiff nipples that poked through their shirts.

"Rosie, I thought it was obvious. Why do you think I have you suck my cock more than anyone else?"

Rose pouted. "B-Because my pussy's not as good?"

Harry was actually stricken by her words. He fell to his knees, grabbing onto his daughter's face, staring into the honey-brown eyes which shone bright behind her glasses.

"Baby, is that what you really think?"

Harry dipped forward and claimed her mouth in a hungry, loving kiss. Rose moaned into it, the young girl leaning her body forward, wanting her daddy's hands to grope her pre-teen body.

Harry pulled back lightly, emerald eyes boring into her own.

"Rosie, your pussy's amazing. It's incredibly tight and it tastes oh so sweet. I ask you for blowjobs so much because I love seeing that cute, innocent face of yours while you suck me off. I love when your little teeth can't help but scrape against daddy's cock, no matter how hard you try."

Rose was shuddering now, Harry's words making her little pussy tingle something fierce.

"Y-You like it when I s-suck you, daddy?"

Harry licked his lips as he stood up, his cock, which had almost flagged completely, was now semi-erect. Just how Rose liked it to start off with. It would be nice, thick and meaty, it'd feel massive in her small hands, but it would still have some bend and give to it.

Harry's dick bumped her lightly on the nose, and Rose reached out to grasp it with both hands, stroking up and down the shaft as she opened her mouth wide.

Harry looked down at his baby girl. She looked so damn good, a young Hermione with some of his features mixed in. Her big, circular glasses were just like his old ones, and as her mouth opened, her buck-teeth, such clear markers of her young age, made his cock twitch in her hand.

Rose wrapped her lips around his head, her front teeth ever so lightly scraping against his shaft.

Teeth in a blowjob were almost never ideal, but this was a very major exception.

Harry hissed as his daughter took a bit more of his shaft into her mouth, suckling on his head while those innocent brown eyes looked up at him with love and lust in equal measure.

Emma had left them to have their moment. She was kneeling in front of her own daughter, licking Hermione's pussy. She set a deliberate, languid pace as she sank a few fingers into her own cunt. She wasn't looking for release for either of them, she was just keeping them warm for when Harry needed them.

Rose had popped his cock out of her mouth and she was now lathering his glans with her tongue, the pink appendage gliding smoothly over the sensitive skin, almost thin enough to slip between his cumslot and into his urethra as she licked him all over.

All the while, her mouth hung open and Harry got a wonderful look at those prominent front teeth, just a little sliver of daylight present in the gap between them.

It made Harry's dick oh so painfully hard. And then Rose would shoot him that innocent look, and she would take his cock into her mouth and bob her head while her bee-sting little boobies looked as if they were about to puncture a hole through her cutoff shirt.

His cock began to pulse inside of Rose's mouth, and his little perfectionist, sensing that the end was coming, reached up and cupped his balls, lightly massaging them with her palm.

"Fuck!" Harry groaned as he knew he was past the point of no return.

One shot of his red hot seed blasted the back of Rose's throat, who happily gulped it down as Harry took a slight step back.

The next shot sprayed her open mouth, some of it splashing against her teeth, then the next few shots hit her face.

Rose found herself unable to see as her glasses became clogged up by her father's thick gunk. She felt more shots spray onto her hair and collarbone before her mouth was filled once more. Daddy's cock gave its last few mighty twitches inside her mouth, directly feeding his precious seed into her belly.

Rose wanted to keep on suckling on his cock, but Harry pulled out, popping out of her protesting mouth.

Rose removed her glasses in order to see why her daddy had left her hanging.

She frowned as she saw that her grandmother was between her mother's legs, hypnotically wriggling her thick bum in a gesture that was practically begging daddy to fuck her.

Rose licked up the cum that was beginning to cake up on the lens of her glasses as her grandmother let out a muffled moan into her mother's pussy. Daddy had knelt in front of the horny MILF and was now plowing her from behind.

Rose crawled over, determined not to be upstaged by her grandmother.

Harry stroked into Emma, who was now eating Hermione out much more furiously. He felt Rose crawl up under him, and while he was confused, he didn't stop pounding the mature woman.

Rose managed to wedge herself under where her grandmother was being reamed by her father. Syrupy-thick juices began to drip onto her face, mingling with her father's rapidly drying cum.

But Rose has a goal, a target that she had acquired.

Her grandmother might have stolen her daddy from her, but Rose could still win the war.

Emma's clit was right there, throbbing with each thrust from daddy's monstrous shaft.

Rose giggled as she raised her head up, closing her mouth over her grandmother's clit and sucking the little button into her mouth.

Emma screeched into Hermione's cunt, her face falling forward and pushing her nose into her daughter's pussyhole. This triggered another orgasm from her daughter, who rode her face for all it was worth. Emma tried to recover, but the cock in her pussy and the young mouth on her clit could not be overcome.

Rose grinned triumphantly as she felt her grandmother's orgasm explode. She quickly grabbed her daddy's cock by the base, squeezing it tight to ensure not a drop of cum escaped his balls as Emma Granger's walls spasmed violently around it.

Harry chuckled. His little girl could be both resourceful and vindictive when she put her mind to it.

Rose unlatched her mouth from Emma's mound, pushing at her grandmother's thighs to slide her off her daddy's cock.

Emma collapsed forward onto her daughter. Both Grangers ended up piled up into a mess of limbs as Rose grinned up at her father.

"Looks like the old ladies couldn't get it done, daddy." She stood up, hand still squeezing Harry's shaft.

Harry chuckled. "Guess not."

With her free hand, Rose slid her panties down until they pooled at her ankles, revealing the cleft of her tight little slit.

Harry sprung into action, lifting his squealing daughter up and slamming her against the wall right next to Hermione and Emma.

"Daddy!" Rose felt a thrill run up her spine as her back impacted the wall, her legs wide open in anticipation of her father's incestuous fucktstick.

Harry drilled her into the wall, his cock spearing through her underage cunt. Her lips and walls were spread wide as Harry's dick burrowed its way deep into his daughter's ten-year-old cunny.

Rose shrieked. Daddy had fucked her plenty of times before, but he was so big, and she was so small, it was too much to ever get used to.

Harry's hands went under her top, squeezing around her budding chest as he fucked her roughly, her ass slapping against the wall with each powerful thrust that left her legs flaying about.

Rose's back arched as daddy tweaked her nipples, moans being ripped from her throat as her pussy was being beaten and battered raw.

"Rose!" Harry grunted, and he hilted himself in her cunt as he filled her underage womb with his virile seed.

Rose was cumming, letting her body go limp as her daddy held her up. He was filling her, filling her up completely with his semen, and Rose prayed to magic itself that daddy's seed would fill her womb, that it would find her eggs and completely ravage them until she had a belly full of her own little sisters.

Harry pulled back from the wall and carried his baby girl over to the bedroom, his cock never once leaving her quivering cunt.

…

"Keep it moving girls! Just one more lap! Come on, you got this!"

Ginny and Angelina were leading the group as they jogged their way around Potter manor. Trailing behind them, a lot more winded and sweating profusely, were the girls.

Dora was actually acquitting herself quite nicely. While she didn't play any sports, she was still a very active and athletic girl, and she managed to more or less keep up with the former quidditch star's pace.

Everyone else was varying degrees of huffing and puffing, dragging along stitches on their sides as they stumbled their way through the final lap. Jamie, Victoire and Lily were doing marginally better than Rose, who looked like she was on the verge of a heart attack.

Finally, they finished their run, and as Ginny handed out water bottles, Angelina couldn't help but notice that the girls seemed a bit more surly than usual.

She knew these workouts were grueling, but they had all agreed to them, and she thought the girls had realized their benefits by now.

"What's got you lot so sour?" Angelina asked, reverting back to her quidditch captain voice.

The girls, hands on their knees and panting as sweat dripped down their faces, exchanged frowns, but did not answer.

"Come on now." Ginny jumped in, hands on her hips, "Might as well save yourself the hassle and tell us now."

Dora sighed, the fifteen year old taking it upon herself to speak for the rest of her sisters. "We just think its a bit shitty that Roxanne gets to bugger off on this every time."

Ginny and Angelina were less than impressed by the girl's language, but decided to focus on what she'd said.

"Dora, that's not nice of you. You know Roxie has a spell of the flu." Ginny chided.

"For the third time?" Jamie chimed in defiantly. "Don't you think it's convenient that she always gets sick whenever we have to workout? Or she twists her ankle or something?"

Angelina's mouth hung open, a retort dying in her throat as the wheels in her head began turning.

"She was throwing up." Ginny said defensively, though the certainty in her voice had vanished.

Lily scoffed. "Yeah mum. There's these things called puking pasties, didn't they have them in your time too?"

Ginny's eyes widened as she glanced over at Angelina, who's expression had turned hard as stone.

"Ginny, go and take the girls out for ice cream, they deserve it." The girls all cheered at this. "I need to have a talk with my daughter."

As Angelina stomped over to the house, the girls all whispered amongst themselves, and Ginny pretended not to hear them.

"Maybe we shouldn't have done that to Roxie?" Rose said worriedly.

"Fuck that." Victoire snapped. "She's been getting away with it for way too long. We're out here sweating while she gets to sit on her fat ass."

"I almost wish we could stay and see what happens." Jamie said with an evil grin.

Inside the manor, Angelina passed by the Delacours, who were playing some French board game that they constantly tried to get everyone else into, but was far too complicated and convoluted for their simple British brains to comprehend.

The veela were getting very heated. And they didn't even hear Angelina as she stomped her way up the stairs.

Roxanne's room was the fourth door down to the left. While in practice, everyone ended up in the same room or in some haphazard configuration that depended on that day's sexual escapades, the girls all still had their own rooms that they could personalize and mark as uniquely theirs.

Roxxanne's door was slightly ajar, and Angelina slowed her roll enough to step lightly as she softly pushed against the door, her frown only growing at what she saw.

Her nine-year old daughter was laying flat on her stomach facing her television, not a care in the world as she was completely entranced by the video game she was playing. She was controlling a blonde elfish boy in a green tunic as he sailed around on a dragon boat.

Angelina took a moment to admit that the game's colors were very vibrant and eye catching.

But it still didn't stop her for being very miffed at her daughter. She was supposed to be out with the others keeping in shape, and she'd instead been skivvying off to laze around and play video games while her father ate her pussy!

Angelina couldn't help but shake her head. Harry was always so dominant, but their little girls always had him wrapped around their fingers.

Harry was laying in the bed behind Roxanne, face buried in her little pussy as he licked away at her young, creamy cunt.

"Daddy!" Roxanne hissed as she wriggled her bum against his face. "Slow down a bit! I just found another submarine!"

Harry gave her pussy a loud slurp before his face reared up, "Sorry, honey, I'll try to be gentler."

Roxanne glanced over her shoulder. "Could you just get on top of me and put it in? But don't move at all."

Harry shrugged. Scooting up to do just that.

Roxanne was tall for her age, around five-foot four. She had inherited her mother's ridiculous ass, though Angelina's chocolate skin had turned just a few shades lighter with Harry's genes mixed in. Roxy also had her father's emerald green eyes, which made her look positively exotic in conjunction with her skin tone and beauty.

But, it was also clear that all the lazing about had had its effect as well. Roxy wasn't fat, nowhere near it, but she did have a bit of chub to her. Not that Harry found it any less sexy as he slid his body across hers, lining his cock up with her pussy and pushing in as he lay down atop her.

Roxanne was being smothered by her father, his cock nice and snug in her pussy.

She sighed. This was the life, feeling nice and secure with her daddy inside of her while she played her favorite video game. If only she had some snacks around. Perhaps she could ask daddy to summon some oreos for her…

"Daddy!" She snapped again, making her father freeze. "No moving! I need to focus on the game!"

"Sorry, baby. It's just, kind of hard not to move when I'm in this sweet little pussy."

Roxy scoffed. "Well try harder, daddy! I need to one hundred percent this game soon before Lily beats me to it!"

"That's enough!"

Angelina's voice caused both father and daughter to jump in surprise, and Roxanne's controller went flying off her hand and onto the floor.

"A-Angie?" Harry asked guiltily, despite logically having nothing to be guilty about. He was just fucking his underage daughter, nothing else!

"Roxanne Euphemia Potter, what do you have to say for yourself?"

The young girl was practically cowering with fear as she quivered nervously at her mother's gaze. "M-mum! Daddy's made me feel way better! My fever is completely g-"

"Cut the shit."

Roxanne's jaw clicked shut at her mother's foul language.

"Angie, what's going on?"

"What's going on, Harry, is that our baby girl is becoming a spoiled little slacker who's going to turn into a vegetable if she keeps this up."

"Muuuum! I just hate running! It burns real bad and its no fun!" The girl whined.

Angelina raised an eyebrow, "Well, why didn't you say so? There's other ways to do cardio, you know?"

Roxanne gulped, her mother's words sounding very ominous. "Y-Yeah?"

Angelina grinned wide, showing off all her teeth. "Of course! Harry, start fucking that little brat, now!"

Harry took a moment to get started, but after an insistent look from Angelina, he began to slowly move in an out of his daughter's pussy.

"Daddy!" Roxanne moaned as her father's cock rammed into her cunny.

"Harder, Harry. Way harder!" Angelina insisted.

Harry rapidly picked up the pace, hips slapping against Roxanne's soft and doughy body as he slammed his cock into her.

"W-Wait! S-slow d-down!"

"Already out of breath." Angelina tisked, hands at her hips as she glared at her daughter, who's blushing face was now turned sideways onto the mattess. "We're going to have to build that stamina up, one way or another."

…

Two hours later saw a glassy eyed young girl, who was positively drenched in sweat, trying desperately to catch her breath.

They were in the living room, with all her sisters, aunts and grandmothers going about their evening as if nothing was going on. Her sisters shot her nasty smirks, glad that she was finally being punished.

Daddy had somehow lifted her legs until they were behind her neck. His hands had gone under her armpits and were clasped behind her in a full nelson, leaving her completely helpless as her father's gargantuan cock sloshed in and out of her nine-year-old cunt. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, and Roxanne's pussy was drooling juices all around her father's swollen shaft.

Meanwhile, everyone else was making their hundredth attempt at learning that stupid French game.

"D-Daddy… p-please!" Roxanne wheezed out. She had lost track of her orgasms long ago, and now was just trying to regulate her breathing as the burning in her chest continued to grow.

"Alright, you can give her a break." Angelina said as she clicked on a stopwatch.

As gently as he could, Harry let Roxanne topple off of him onto the couch in front of them.

"Don't worry stud, I'll keep you warm." Abeli said. The older darkskin woman hopped into his arms, impaling herself on his cock and seamlessly setting a rhythm as she began to ride him.

Harry stumbled backward slightly, Abeli was a grown woman after all, but he adjusted quickly and began to rock her sexy chocolate body onto his cock.

"This doesn't make any sense! Don't you have instructions in English?"

Apolline turned her nose up. "You do not trust me, Ginevra?"

"I'm just saying! Every time you guys might be losing you come up with a new rule and suddenly you have even more peasants than before!"

"Can we all just play on the PS3? I've got some new multiplayer games that you old phillies can handle." Dora offered.

"How bout we do wand tag?" Lily asked excitedly.

"You just want an excuse to hold a wand," Victoire told her.

"Yeah, so?"

Meanwhile, Angelina was closely observing her daughter. Once she felt that Roxanne had had enough recovery time, she blew a whistle that startled the young girl.

"Enough rest! Hop back on, cowgirl this time, no slacking!"

Abeli hopped off of Harry's cock, giving the handsome stud a wink and a kiss before she went to rejoin the family game night.

Harry sat on the couch and gave his daughter a sympathetic smile as the exhausted girl climbed atop his lap and sank down onto his cock.

Harry wrapped his arms around her waist but did not dare move under Angelina's watchful eye. Roxanne began to ride him, and even though she was clearly very winded, she still couldn't help but feel overwhelming pleasure as she bounced on her father's cock. In this position, his head was hammering away at the thin lining that separated her pussy from her womb, and she could feel each thundering blow as his cock threatened to tear down her walls.

Exercise wasn't so bad when she did it like this.

Roxanne actually began to speed up, picking up strength as she threw around the weight of her young body, putting all her focus on milking her daddy's cock.

Harry began to moan as Roxanne took over, riding him with grit and determination, her previous exhaustion completely forgotten.

"Gods! Baby, I-I think I'm about to-!"

Roxanne slammed home one final time, and this time she came down with so much force that her father's freight train barreled through her walls and crashed against her cervix. There was a perilous moment where, while her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, her lower body twitched, fighting against the force that wanted to punch through her final barrier.

And then daddy's cockhead burst through that ceiling right into her womb, and Roxanne yelped as her lap met daddy's for the first time.

His entire cock was inside of her. It was pulsating and throbbing something fierce, the shaft stretching her cunt while the head did the same to her womb.

"Oooh!"

The balloon popped, and her little underage womb was painted snow white by burst after burst of daddy's incestuous seed.

Harry pulled her snug onto his chest as the gravity of what had just happened fully hit her. Her legs felt dead, she felt absolutely exhausted, and she was sure she wouldn't be able to move an inch even if she wanted to.

Harry kissed the top of her head as Roxanne rested against him.

"I hope you learned your lesson about exercise, honey."

Roxanne snuggled deeper into her father's chest, choosing not to respond to her mother's words. She would definitely try to be more active from now on, but she was definitely not going to be picking up running any time soon either.

She had found a much better way to get her heart up and running.

…

The sun was setting over the vast fields of Ottery St. Catchpole. The ruins of what had once been the Burrow took on an almost transcendent beauty as the oranges, blues and purples of night and day intermingling played out overhead the rubble.

Harry and Molly were the only ones who had bothered to come. Molly because they were still her sons and Harry because of a warped sense of duty.

Charlie was tapping away at the marching drum that hung from his neck while Bill put in his best effort with the flute, though he kept missing more notes than he hit. Percy was pacing back and forth while George stood at attention an Ron tried not to let himself get distracted by the butterflies.

"Gentlemen, these are the moments that try men's hearts. We are setting off into a conflict, not just for our own lives, but for the hearts and minds of our people. I am not exaggerating when I say that the fate of our entire world hangs in the balance of this coming battle."

Percy spoke with the resolve of a general, and his brothers hung to his every word.

"Men, after all we've been through, I feel like a bond has formed between us. I'd even go so far as to consider you my brothers, my own flesh and blood. Now, as we ride off to crush the Hedwigist menace, let us join in one final chant. HAIL POTTER!"

"HAIL POTTER!"

Percy smiled proudly before turning to look reverently at Harry. "Oh almighty Potter, please, will you give us your blessing so that we may smite those heretics once and for all?"

Harry hastily waved his hand in the sign of the cross. "You're blessed." He said in a bored tone.

Percy grinned triumphantly. "With our god's blessing, victory is all but assured!"

The Weasley boys cheered in unison. Harry felt it best not to tell them that Jean had received his blessing five days prior. At this point, Harry just hoped that both sides would wipe each other out and bring an end to this whole mess.

One by one, the redheads stepped up to him and bowed before heading to where Percy was holding an old sock, their international portkey.

Ron was the last one down the line.

"Are you sure you want to do this, mate?" Harry asked, knowing Ron likely had no clue what was going on around him.

Ron grinned. "Of course I do, mate! Perce said I'll get to ride a horse!"

Harry sighed. "Well, as long as you're happy, Ron."

Ron's expression turned serious, and for a moment, Harry thought his old friend had had a fleeting moment of lucidity.

"Harry, tell 'Mione not to take my drawing down from the fridge, will ya?"

Harry shook his head as he chuckled. "Consider it done, mate."

…

"Dora! Hey, Dora!"

The fifth year Gryffindor looked up from her plate of eggs and bacon to see a seventh year Ravenclaw boy with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes standing behind her. Around her, her friends all sighed longingly as they looked up at the boy.

"Yeah?"

He grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. "You're gonna root for me today, right?"

Dora gave the teen a confused look. "I mean, you're the Hogwarts champion, so yeah?"

His face completely lit up at her response. "Brilliant! You know, there's going to be an afterparty in the Ravenclaw common room, you and your friends are welcome to swing by!"

With one last lingering look, the teen left the group of now giggling girls behind.

"Merlin, Dora! How lucky can you be? I would positively die if pretty Ricky flirted with me!"

Richard Smith earned the nickname 'Pretty Ricky' quite early into his Hogwarts career, and the seventh year had become a teen heartthrob, the wet dream of practically every single girl at Hogwarts.

Dora, meanwhile, didn't really seem to care. The fifth year, who's now trademark bob with the long side-bangs was currently a bright purple to go with her violet eyes, just shrugged. "He was flirting with me?"

The girls around her groaned in frustration. "Are you serious, Dora? I could understand it when you rejected Longbottom and even Zabini, but Smith?!" Her best friend, Laura Davies, seemed to be especially upset about this.

Laura was a gorgeous girl, half-Chinese with sleek raven hair and a petite frame. But next to Dora, she might have always felt second fiddle, and she disliked how her friend rejected

every boy that came her way.

"Maybe she chases for the other team?" Nadine Carrow, a heavier set girl with a cute face and dirty blonde hair, suggested cheekily.

The others giggled, but Dora didn't take the bait. "Maybe. Who knows?"

"Ughh." Laura glared at her. "You're the worst sometimes, Dora."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one that thinks so." Came a new voice from behind them.

Dora rolled her eyes as her friend group turned to face a pair of otherworldly beauties. Her fourth year and second year sisters.

Victoire and Jamie had come over. Both girls looked absolutely gorgeous in their short Hogwarts skirts and tight blouses. Victoire was a Ravenclaw while Jamie had been sorted into Slytherin, but that did not prevent the sisters from remaining as close as they'd always been.

"Hey, Dora, daddy wrote to me-" Victoire's emphasis on that word was not lost on her sisters, "And said that he'll be here right before the task, but that we can spend some time together right after."

Dora's face bloomed into a genuine smile. "That sounds great. I can't wait to show him how ready I am for my O.W.L.S"

Her sisters left, and Dora turned back to curious looks from her friends.

"Are you seriously going to skip Ricky's afterparty to hang out with your dad?"

"I think we have our answer." Laura said. "Dora's just a daddy's girl, always has been."

Once more, Dora was not phased at all. "You can count me as a proud daddy's girl, then."

Her friends groaned once more as Dora returned to her food.

She liked her friends and school. Hogwarts was wonderful. Hanging out, studying, getting into a spot of mischief, it was all great. But Dora and her sisters dearly missed their father during the school year, which was why they made sure to return home every single holiday, being among the very few that actually went home for Easter break.

This year was a special one at Hogwarts, because the Triwizard Tournament was being held in the school for the first time since her father's win.

Dora wasn't as caught up in all the excitement as everyone else, but when her father had told them he'd been chosen as one of the judges for the tournament, she'd suddenly developed a new appreciation for the event.

Feeling watched, Dora looked up, and a glance at the Ravenclaw table revealed that Ricky had been staring at her.

She felt bad for the guy. All her friends called him handsome, but she just couldn't see it. She compared him to her father, and found him wanting in every single category.

Dora, Victoire and even Jamie had had to deal with the fact that they were gorgeous girls in a castle full of horny teenage boys who didn't realize they had no chance. The girl's hearts belonged to their daddy, and there would never be another man for them.

…

Harry had wanted to see his daughters before the task, but when one had a stable of horny women to run through, every minute was accounted for.

He'd just barely managed to shower after plowing Apolline and Angelina together before apparating off to Hogwarts. He'd received a warm welcome from Headmistress McGonagall, and while Harry had been back to the school many times over the years, the soaring wave of nostalgia he always felt never really seemed to diminish.

He caught sight of his girls in the stands and waved at them, proud to see them sitting together despite being in different houses.

The first task was once again being held in the Quidditch Pitch. He was sitting on a platform at one end of the stands along with McGonagall, Madame Maxine, some eastern European guy that was the Durmstrang Headmaster, and Anthony Goldstein from the Ministry.

"What's going to be the task anyways?" Harry asked. He was a judge but not a tournament organizer, so he hadn't been made privy to the particulars.

"Oh, I think you'll get a kick out of this one, Potter. Much safer than when you had to face that dragon." Goldstein said. "The champions will have to face a boggart!"

Harry frowned. "That's it? A boggart?" He'd faced one as part of the maze during the third task, a boggart was child's play.

"Its a very special Boggart, The Department of Mysteries lent it to us, they've been running all kinds of experiments on it. This Boggart can be tweaked beforehand, have parameters set on it and the like." Goldstein sounded quite excited, and he was clearly eager to see this special Boggart in action.

"What kind of parameters?"

It was McGonagall who answered him. "I've had the privilege of testing it out beforehand, Mr. Potter. They have restricted the Boggart to only transform into the creature the person fears the most, not any abstract or complex fear. And it cannot be dispelled by a simple 'riddikulus' either!"

Harry was now deep in thought. "So for all intents and purposes, the champions are going to face an extremely dangerous magical creature? How are they supposed to beat it?"

"Oh, that's the genius of it all. The boggart's strength will be proportional to the champion's fear! As long as the champion is able to overcome that fear, the boggart will become frail and

easily beatable!"

"Huh." Harry nodded along, a frown on his face. "But then, what if they're like, really, really scared?"

Goldstein's smile faltered, but only slightly. "Don't worry about that, Potter. We've got top of the line boundary wards protecting the audience and each champion has a pin that functions as a portkey that will whisk them away if they're in mortal danger, it'll be fine!"

Harry sure hoped so.

As luck would have it, the Hogwarts champion was the first one up. The young lad looked rather confident, and Harry swore he saw him wink into the crowd right around where his daughters were.

Professional Quidditch announcer Lee Jordan announced him as Richard Smith, and Harry assumed he must be Zacharias Smith's son.

The boy swaggered over to the center of the pitch amidst loud cheers, with the female half of Hogwarts being extra enthusiastic in their support.

"Smith is an excellent student. I'm sure he'll do well." McGonagall whispered over to him.

Smith was facing a wardrobe which was jostling about, the beast inside eager to come out.

"Let the first task begin!"

Upon Lee's exclamation, the wardrobe doors burst open, and immediately everyone's eyes widened as a massive feline sprouted out of nowhere.

There was a Nundu in the middle of the quidditch pitch, its size so gargantuan that Harry could see the boundary wards shimmer against the creature's back.

Smith's face had paled, but he raised his wand up firmly and incanted clearly.

"RIDDIKULUS"

The smirk he'd been sporting instantly fell off his face when the giant leopard did not turn into a harmless little kitten. His face paled considerably, and Harry wondered just how the young man would recover from this.

The answer was: He wouldn't. His wand slipped from his hands, he let out a girlish scream and he turned tail and ran for his life.

"Not a great performance from 'Ogwarts, I'm afraid." Madame Maxine giggled as she sent a seething Minerva a mocking grin.

While Smith sprinted away for safety, Harry noticed that the boggart was shifting. Its body was filling out, becoming thicker, more robust.

The creature took in a deep breath, and when it exhaled, a purple cloud of noxious gas burst out.

"Wait, It shouldn't be able to do that!" Goldstein screamed.

Luckily for Smith, the Nundu had not aimed its pestilent breath at him. Unluckily for everyone else, it had aimed it at the boundary wards, which quickly dissolved under the creature's destructive breath.

Panicked screams began to fill the quidditch pitch as people seemed primed to stampede. There was now a fully grown, full powered Nundu, completely untethered and ready to rampage.

"Oh Merlin, Merlin! His fear was so great, its practically a full Nundu! We're so fucked!" Goldstein had his head in his hands as his own panic began to set in.

McGonagall was a bit more level headed, but even she seemed terrified. A Nundu was an undertaking that even a team of a hundred trained wizards struggled with, much less a school full of children.

Harry sighed as he stood up from his seat. "Accio Firebolt!."

Harry thanked his lucky stars that Ginny and Angelina had donated a batch of Firebolt 7.8's to the school after retirement. While the brooms were old hat by today's standards, they would more than make due for now.

Being in the nearby broomshed, it took the firebolt mere seconds to zip into Harry's grip. Lord Potter hopped on, and in a mirror of his performance all those years prior, zoomed off to face a beast.

Only this time, Harry didn't fly away, he flew directly at the giant nundu.

People stopped running away as they gawked at the saviour of the wizarding world as he bolted directly towards the massive beast.

"What in the blazes is he thinking?"

The nundu swiped a paw the size of a carriage at Harry, who expertly weaved around it. He never once faltered, not even when the Nundu took another deep inhale, ready to unleash it's toxic breath.

Harry let the monster's inhale speed him up before slipping upward. He cocked his arm back, and just as the Nundu was about to unleash hell on earth, he punched it square in the nose.

It was instant, the creature yipped like a kitten as it began to rapidly shrink back, and as the stunned crowd looked on in awed silenced, the giant Nundu was reduced to a tiny little mouse.

Harry landed in front of the cowering mouse. Harry gave it a swift kick and the boggart bounced off into the wardrobe, which slammed shut.

Cheers erupted throughout the entire crowd as Harry rubbed the back of his head, an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Sorry, sorry. Just trying to help." he said as he made his way back to the judge's table. On the way, he passed by the Hogwarts champion Smith, who was on his hands and knees, a distinct smell of shit coming off of him.

"Sorry lad, didn't mean to steal your thunder." Harry said.

"I-I don't want to play anymore!" Smith yelled as he began to cry.

The task had to be suspended, as the safety wards had been torn down and the boggart refused to come out of its wardrobe.

"Potter, how the fuck did you know that would even work?" An incredulous Goldstein yelled hoarsely.

Harry shrugged. "You said you just had to not be afraid of it. So I just wasn't."

Harry left a stunned group of judges behind, trying to ignore the looks of awe and praise that followed him. He just wanted to spend some time with his girls.

Up in the stands. a gaggle of girls watched as Harry Potter slowly approached them. Dora, Victoire and Jamie were quite happy, but behind them, their friends were all quite flushed.

"Dora." Laura was fanning her face as she spoke. "Can we go to your afterparty instead?"

Hard Times

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

After the commotion settled and order was restored, the first task had been allowed to continue. The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang champions acquitted themselves well, but the crowd was still riding high from Harry Potter's heroics. Even when the final scores were tallied and Pretty Ricky brought up the rear with a dismal score of nine, everyone was far too preoccupied to give the champion any grief.

Harry was happy about that part. As someone who had been through all of this, he knew just how bad it felt to be the object of scorn for the entire school, though the Smith boy still seemed rather miserable as the champions were gathered round for a post-task media scrum.

"Lord Potter, how would you describe your heroics on this day?"

"What type of magic did you infuse in that punch? Have you secretly been working on a new branch of combat magic all this time?

"Mr. Potter, would you agree this calls for an unprecedented sixth Order of Merlin?"

"Errm, listen, this isn't about me. This press conference is about the champions. Why don't you interview them?" Harry ducked under all the cameras and made a hasty retreat, wishing he'd brought along his invisibility cloak.

The reporters seemed adamant in following after him, but Headmistress McGonagall stopped them in their tracks.

"Mr. Potter is correct. I would like for you all to focus on the task, unless you wish for me to revoke your press passes for the remainder of the tournament."

Harry shot his old professor a thankful smile as he drifted off from the now disappointed mass of reporters. Being amongst the awed student populace wasn't much of an upgrade, but it was still one all the same.

"Daddy!" Harry spotted his daughters waving fervently at him and grinned as the sea of students parted for him.

Victoire ran over to him and jumped into his arms. Harry happily caught his baby girl, laughing merrily as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Daddy! I missed you so much."

"Aww, Tory, aren't you embarrassed being so cuddly with your old man in front of your friends?"

Victoria shook her head and gave him a lingering kiss on the side of the neck that bordered on the inappropriate. "I don't care about any of that, daddy."

Harry carried her over to where her sisters were pouting, Dora having her arms crosses.

"She always jumps the gun." Dora glared as Victoire stuck her tongue out at her.

Jamie grabbed onto his arm. "Daddy, can we go find a place to celebrate?"

Harry really needed to talk to his girls about being more subtle in public. His young daughter was giving him the most blatant 'fuck me' eyes he's ever come across.

"Can we tag along too?!"

All three sisters shot Laura incredulous looks, but the girl was not alone, the rest of Dora, Victoire and Jamie's friends seemed very eager to join in on this party.

"I thought you wanted to go to Smith's party?" Dora asked her friend.

"Your dad's party is going to be way cooler. Please, Mr. Potter, can we come along?"

"Err, sure." Harry balked at his daughter's glares as Victoire's nails dug into the back of his neck. "Girls, I'm sure we can spend some quality time together afterwards. There's plenty day left."

…

"And then the Headmaster's phoenix cried into my wound and healed me."

Ooohs and aaahs echoed through the room as the group of girls, ranging from second to fifth year, sat in front of Harry, completely gripped by his narrative.

They were in the Room of Requirement. It had been a shock to Harry when he'd gone up to the room only to find that there was a signup sheet and waiting list, with Nearly Headless Nick tasked with running the whole thing.

It made sense, in a way. After the DA meetings and the year where it was used as a safe house during the Death Eater's reign over Hogwarts, the room was far too well known to ever be a secret again. Now, the Room of Requirement was common knowledge and needed to be reserved in advance if one wanted to use it.

Of course, an exception was made for Harry, and now he was in a replica of the Gryffindor common room with a group of seven schoolgirls listening intently as he told them stories from his adventures at Hogwarts.

"And you were only fourteen?" One of Jamie's friends asked.

"Twelve, actually."

"You were our age?" Her eyes widened even more as she struggled to wrap her mind around the idea.

Leaning against the back wall, Harry's daughters had their arms crossed, all feeling grumpy as their friends stole their personal daddy time.

"This fucking sucks." Jamie hissed under her breath. "I've been horny all morning and now I gotta wait even more."

Dora pushed off the wall, "Fuck this. Follow my lead."

Dora held her hand out and the room provided her with an empty firewhiskey bottle, which she promptly applied a few charms to before stepping in between Harry and the group of girls.

"Lets play a game." She slammed the bottle on the floor and everyone jumped, expecting it to shatter, but the bottle did not even chip.

Dora rolled her eyes. "Top in my class in charms, remember? Anyways, we're gonna play spin the bottle."

The other girls gasped as Harry's eyes bugged out. "Err, Dora, I'm not sure that's

Quire appropia-"

Victoire and Jamie jumped onto their father, clinging off of him as they forcefully dragged him into the circle the others were quickly forming. "Chill out, dad, its all in good fun."

"Besides, it might not even land on you." Victoire added, sharing devilish looks with her sisters.

The other girls were fidgeting and squirming at this turn of events, taken by surprise but not wanting to opt out of this little game. Surely, nothing would really happen anyways, but if it did, well…

Dora plopped down, closing the circle as she sat down next to Jamie, who had hopped off her father, though she kept her hand at his thigh. "Laura, you go first."

"M-Me?" Laura stammered while pointing at herself.

"You don't have to play if you don't want to." Harry tried assuring her, only making things worse as the young girl's face filled with defiant determination.

"No! I-I can handle it!" She firmly grabbed the bottle and spun it as hard as she could.

There were ten girls and one Harry. Odds were, it'd land on another girl and she'd give her a light peck on the lips.

Round and round the bottle went, and Harry began to grow nervous as he saw the smug look on Dora's face.

The bottle slowed down, and it was clear to Harry's critical eye that an unbreakable charm hadn't been the only thing Dora had cast on it.

The head stopped directly in front of Harry, and Laura's face turned crimson.

Victoire clapped her hands gleefully. "The bottle has spoken, get on with it!"

Harry was frozen in place as Laura stumbled up to her feet, the other girls holding their breaths. It was as he looked into the girl's eyes that he realized she must be Cho's daughter. There was quite a resemblance between her and Harry's old flame, though the few of her father's features she had were strong enough to show to anyone that she was of mixed heritage.

"Get a move on!" Jamie egged the girl on.

Laura yelped, and Harry would have glared at his daughters if not for a young fifteen year old girl falling onto his chest.

Harry grabbed onto Laura's slim waist, and he couldn't deny how good it felt to hold onto her lithe figure, how good it felt to be the center of attention. Every single one of these girls were looking straight at them, and Harry could feel the air as it became supercharged with lust.

He looked down, and Laura was staring back at him, her mouth hanging slightly open, tongue poking out as Harry licked his lips.

He couldn't help but get caught up in the magnetism of the moment. He dipped his head down and claimed her young lips in a searing kiss.

The girls gasped as Harry pushed his tongue into Laura's mouth. This was light years away from the kiss he'd shared with her mother, and Harry wrapped his arms around the girl's body as she moaned into his embrace.

"Ahem."

They broke apart, Laura's lips bruised and her breathing ragged as Dora smirked at them.

"Alright, lets keep going."

Laura scampered off Harry's lap and back to her spot as Dora instructed Heather, a blonde muggleborn that was one of Victoire's friends, to spin the bottle.

It landed on Harry once more. Laura had broken the ice, and Heather moved with a bit more confidence as she walked up to Harry and boldly launched herself as their lips crashed together.

Harry snogged the fourteen year old girl hard, and almost instinctively, his hand went to squeeze her pert bum.

Heather squealed as they broke the kiss and she walked back to rejoin the circle. The other girls carried looks of pure hunger now. His daughters were giggling.

Harry knew he was in trouble.

…

Spin the bottle only lasted a few more rounds before they moved on to a different game.

Harry had to give it to Dora, she could be very creative when it came to coming up with games.

Take this one, for example. She'd taken hot potato, a simple, clean game, and turned it into a depraved mess.

The girls were all still sitting in a circle, but Harry was now walking around the circle, stopping exactly ten seconds with each girl, with Dora keeping meticulous time to ensure he didn't stay too long.

He had his cock out and the girl's mouths hung open. Harry shoved his cock into their mouths, they had ten seconds to suck and then Harry had to move on to the next one. Whoever's mouth he came inside of 'lost' the round.

Hot potato. Simple.

"TIME!"

Harry pulled his cock out of a brunette's mouth and moved on to a very eager second year, a very small girl with a face full of freckles.

This was his second go through the loop and he had yet to come, but the girls were improving. The second year took his cock eagerly in her mouth, bobbing her head as she tweaked the little buds of her nipples.

"Let's go Martha!" Jamie cheered on her friend as she sucked on her father's cock.

Martha wasn't the only one playing with herself, the other girls were touching themselves, fingering their little pussies and even snogging with their neighbor as they waited for Harry to reach them.

Little Martha took his as far down her throat as she could manage before time ran out, and when Harry pulled his cock out, she gave his head one final little lick, earning herself a glare from Dora.

Harry moved on and was about to shove himself into Nadine Carrow's mouth when Dora stopped him.

"This isn't going anywhere, these girls all suck at sucking."

"No fair Dora!" Nadine sneered as she grabbed at Harry's cock, trying to pull it towards her mouth, "It's my turn."

"I didn't say the game was over. I'm saying we're gonna tweak it a little. Get on your knees, Nadine."

Nadine flushed as she realized what Dora meant, but she eagerly turned around and presented her rump to Harry, her meaty little cunt leaking copious amounts of fluids.

Harry had maybe a half second to consider whether he should do this before he knelt down and pushed himself into the chubby little teenager.

Nadine, likely the result of highly deprave Carrow incest, took to Harry's cock like a fish to water as Harry stroked into her underage pussy. The girl moaned wantonly as Harry's hips slammed against her plump ass, and she mewled in protest when Dora called time and aggressively pulled her father out of her pussy.

Harry hesitantly moved onto the next, though he was reinvigorated when he saw that Laura was laying spread eagled as she played with her tight little snatch.

He bit his lips as the gorgeous girl, who resembled Cho so closely, bit her lips in return.

Harry knelt down in front of her, slapped his cock once against her entrance and then pushed in.

He popped his second cherry in under a minute, and he found that her tight little snatch was as hot as a furnace.

"Fuck!" Harry grumbled as he fucked the little asian pussy into submission. Dora tried getting him to pull out, but Harry grabbed his daughter roughly by the hair as he continued to fuck Laura.

The young girl screeched in orgasm as Harry erupted in her cunt, his thick cock filling her small body up completely before he pulled out and sprayed the rest of his load on her mound and lips.

Harry took deep breaths as he looked to Dora, who was breathing heavily while he kept his grip on her head.

"I think Its time I pick the game."

…

It was deep into the night now, and the little party had turned into a sleepover.

Harry was in the center of a pile of young girls, all filled to the brim with his seed. Harry's daughters had gotten in on the action too, or course. Currently, Dora was getting the cum sucked out of her cunt by Nadine while Laura was rimming Victoire. Meanwhile, Jamie was riding an older girl's face, being as rough as she wanted to.

Harry had two girls nestled against his side, sound asleep as they finally succumbed to the constant fucking. Meanwhile, the youngest girl at the party, one of Jamie's friends, was sitting on his cock, barely able to move as she tried to manage her bloated stomach. Two other girls

were sucking his balls deep into their throats as Harry gently rocked the little second year up and down on his cock.

She mewled when he came, another hot packet of cum joining the many he had already deposited in her belly.

Harry couldn't wait to return for the next task.

…

Lily Potter stomped her feet as Harry and Ginny stood patiently over her.

"But why do I have to go?" The young girl whined petulantly as her mother sighed.

"Well, your older sisters are at school, and you decided not to go with Rose to Hermione's book club-"

"Book clubs are boring."

"And Gabby took Roxanne to her doctor's appointment." Harry plowed on. "So I believe that means you're the lucky winner, honey."

Lily pouted. "But I could stay here with the aunties. I don't wanna go!"

"Your aunts all went out for a spa day." Harry sighed as he crouched down, placing his arms on his daughter's shoulders. "Come on now, Lily, everyone else has had to do this at some point."

"Victoire hasn't!"

"Well Victoire will get what's coming to her too!" Ginny snapped irritably. "Now come on, its just a few hours at a muggle apartment."

"But his place is so boring and depressing!"

"How about this. You come with us, and we'll let you sneak into one of your sister's rooms and steal one item."

Lily's eyes lit up with joy. "Really?"

"Just one Item young lady. We'll keep an eye on you." Ginny warned.

Lily's face filled with determination, a look that just appeared comical on her eight year old face. "Alright, let's do this!"

Harry let out a breath as his wife and daughter grabbed onto his arms. He twisted in place, and off they went.

They popped back into existence in front of a grimy looking apartment building. There was a homeless man sleeping on the bottom steps leading up to the main door. Harry conjured the

man a comfortable pillow as they stepped around him and went through the landing.

"Ewww. It smells like pee in here." Lily pinched her nose as Ginny cast a quick air freshening charm.

Life had taken quite a turn for Dudley. Even though his aunt and uncle had returned to number four after Voldemort's defeat, Dudley had chosen to strike out on his own, refusing any of the help his parents tried to offer their precious Dudders. Harry figured Dudley saw it as a form of penance for how he'd treated him, as well as a bid to prove that he could make it without his parent's help.

It hadn't worked out well for him.

Harry knocked on the first door on the third level. He saw that there was a dirt-covered welcome home mat on the floor, which hadn't been there last time.

The footsteps they heard approaching were much lighter than his heavyset cousin's, and when the knob turned and the door creaked open, Harry and his family were greeted by a woman.

She had matted, dirty blonde hair, a tattoo of a star under he cheek and one of a flower on her shoulder. She was tall and skinny, with large breasts that were obviously fake, jutting out like bolted on appliances instead of resting naturally. She had a lit cigarette in her hand, which was nowhere near her first, telling by the strong smell that wafted out from her.

"Ewww. Something reeks."

"Lily!" Both Harry and Ginny warned.

"You must be Dudley's cousin." The woman said in a raspy voice before stepping aside. "Well come on, come in."

The Potters entered the two bedroom flat, which had only gotten worse with a woman's touch. Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere, dishes were piled up in the sink, and there were several fist-shaped holes in the drywall.

"Charming." Ginny commented as the trio followed the lady into the living room.

"Sorry for the mess, it's usually not like this." The woman did not sound convincing at all, and things were not helped when she hawked back and spit a large loogie onto the floor.

"How does she walk barefoot?" Lily whispered incredulously to her mother.

"Harry!" Dudley got up from the moth-eaten couch with his arms held wide to greet his cousin.

"Dudley."

In his early twenties, Dudley had been in shape. Though he'd always been of a heavier build, he'd looked almost like a bouncer, with a thick, meaty upper body that filled out his tall frame.

Now in his thirties, obesity had come roaring back with a vengeance. Dudley was at least three-hundred and fifty pounds of pure blubber, which threatened to burst out from his stained-grey wifebeater as he pulled Harry into a hug.

"Ah, wife and kid! Always good to meet you!" Dudley smiled as he glanced down at Lily, who gave him an uneasy smile. "Man, your kid keeps changing, Harry! I swear last time she was way taller and had green hair!"

"You were probably off your gourd on xannies then." The lady commented.

"What are xannies?" Lily asked her parents, who shrugged.

"You've met Diamond, my girlfriend."

"Diamond? That's a cool name." Harry said in a friendly tone.

"Diamond is my stripper name. My real name… is also Diamond. I had it changed, in court and everything."

"Come on, come on, the food's waiting!" Dudley leaned over the coffee table and swiped the mass of past due bills and notices onto the floor, leaving only several cardboard boxes of grease stained food.

Ginny gulped as she looked at the food. "I-I think I can wait to eat."

"Nonsense!" Dudley rumbled in a way that was reminiscent of his father. "You never had Chinese before? Its the shit!"

"Who hasn't had Chinese before, dumbass?" Diamond said as she plopped down on the couch and lit another cigarette, even though the one in her mouth wasn't even halfway done.

"So, how did you guys meet?" Harry asked as he and the girls chose to just sit down on the carpet, though only after Ginny cast a surreptitious cleaning charm on the floor.

"Oh, Dudley was one of my regulars years ago. Man would get drunk and throw pounds at me like it was going out of style."

"This was back when I had my drinking problem, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, of course."

"Anyways, I always told him he could look but not touch. But one day, he comes in and he's flush with cash, had about three thousand pounds on him."

"I'd placed a cheeky tenner on Liverpool beating those Italians at halftime."

"And well, I'm a practical girl, so I figured with that kind of cash I might as well let him go all the way."

"So then you guys had sex and it was so amazing that you decided to quit stripping and get married?" Lily asked, having perked up considerably upon hearing the sordid tale.

Diamond began coughing profusely as Dudley opened one of the boxes up and shoved a spring roll in his mouth.

"Fuck no!" Diamond said in between coughs, "Even in his prime, he was always a three stroke champ."

"Hey, I make up for it in other ways!"

"Anyways, he actually stopped coming to my club afterwards. He ran out of money I'm guessing. Nine months later, I had a kid, and originally I pinned it on some other client I had. But he asked for DNA test and it turned out it wasn't his. I spent the last eight years going back through my list, tryna see who the father was."

"She finally found me half a year ago. We did the test and its mine, so now we're a happy family."

"Right, right." Ginny said as she reached out and grabbed a spring roll for herself, squeezing some duck sauce onto it. "And where does this happy family keep its hard liquor?"

Diamond snorted. "I like her."

"Hmmm. Hold on." Dudley looked over to one of the bedrooms. "Jewel! Come out here and meet your uncle! And bring a bottle of jack while you're at it!"

There were a few crashes and muttered curses from the other side of the door before it was thrown open and a small girl came bursting out.

Her dirty blonde hair was shoulder length, and it was better kept than her mother's, though it was still messy. She had Dudley's baby blue eyes and a rather cute face, even as it was twisted into a frown. She was around Lily's height, and she wore a thick, black hoodie along with fingerless gloves.

She was carrying a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand, which she tossed towards her father once she entered the living room.

"There." She grumbled as she made to turn around and leave without even acknowledging the Potters.

"Hey there, young lady, we have guests!" Dudley insister.

Jewel snarled, turning to glare at the three newcomers. "Hey."

"Hi there, Jewel. I'm your uncle Harry." Harry said kindly.

"Sure." She shot her mother a contemptuous glance. "I'm going to the store."

"Hey, why don't you bring your cousin along?" Dudley suggested cheerfully.

Jewel's eyes narrowed while Harry and Ginny glanced down at Lily, who glared right back up at them defiantly, locked in a silent argument.

'I did what you wanted, you owe me this'

"Sure. It'll be good for them to get to know each other." Harry said, not at all worried about the dangerous neighborhood Dudley lived in.

Jewel huffed. "Whatever." She shoved her hands into her hoodie as a grinning Lily hopped up to her feet and stuck her tongue out at her mother. Jewel brushed past her without a look, and Lily tagged along with a hop in her step.

The moment the door slammed shut, Diamond reached into her bra, "Either of you done blow before?"

…

Lily skipped along next to Jewel as they walked through the seedy neighborhood filled with unsavory characters.

Jewel had tried to not let the other girl's overly chipper attitude get to her, but after minutes of silence, she'd had enough. "You want to get kidnapped or something? Stop skipping!"

Lily pouted. "I'm not worried about getting kidnapped. I have something to keep me safe." The redhead tapped her pocket.

Jewel eyed the pocket suspiciously, "What, you got a knife?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Lemme see what you got."

Lily put her hand over her pocket. "No!"

Jewel's eyes narrowed as her hand darted out to reach into the other girl's pocket. Lily tried pulling back, and both girls began to struggle over Lily's pocket.

"How bout you two brats stop fighting and just give up whatever it is you got!"

The girls stiffened as they turned to face the man who had approached them. He was a tall, rough looking fellow with a scraggly beard and a glass eye, and his posture was more than a bit menacing as he held his hand out.

"Well, come on then. Let me see the blade. I'm sure your daddy bought a nice one, didn't he, girlie?"

Seeing Lily's hesitation, Jewel elbowed the redhead on the side. "Just give it up already." She had been considering just cutting and running, but she'd probably get in deep shit for abandoning her cousin.

Lily giggled nervously. "Alright,"

Jewel groaned when the redhead ended up whipping out one of those cheap, tiny little water pistols, the translucent plastic kind that only carried enough for one or two squirts before you had to refill them. She looked over to the man, hoping he wasn't so mentally unstable that he'd beat up a pair of kids.

But the man's face had actually paled, his hands up defensively. "Where the hell you'd get that gun, kid? Do ya even know how to use it?"

Lily smiled. "Yep."

She pulled the trigger and a weak little stream of water shot out, its small arch not even reaching the man's feet.

The man screamed, diving off to the side as he looked at her with wild terror.

"You're fucking crazy, you little lunatic!" He screamed as he got back to his feet and scampered off

"What the hell was that!" Jewel yelled.

"Oh, you know, I used a gun. Pew pew! Daddy's a please officer so he has one."

Lily giggled as she pocketed her gun. Thankfully, she didn't have to use the real last resort, the tiny sarcophagus that contained a cursed mummy that aunt Fleur had given all of them for safety.

"Do you think I'm retarded! You just had a water gun in your hand! Was that guy on fucking bath salts or something?"

Lily's eyes widened. "Wait, you saw that? But aunt Fleur said that muggles would just see a gun. Unless…"

"Oh my god! Jewel, you're a witch!"

"What did you call me?"

"No, listen!" Lily was jumping giddily as she grabbed her cousin by the arms. "Have you ever done anything weird? Anything you can't explain?"

Jewel tried shoving her off, but Lily latched onto the sleeve of her hoodie.

"Come on, cuzzie! I know you know what I'm talking about!"

Jewel wanted to deny it, to tell the other girl to fuck off, but she just couldn't.

She'd done things before. Weird little things. She had it dialed down to a science, it helped her nick extra shit from the store without getting caught, and it had helped her keep the cops from finding her mother's drug stash.

She had always just thought it was… coincidences. Maybe a little bit of random luck that she mistakenly conflated as magic. Growing up as she had, there was little room in her world for bullshit Disney princess magic and whimsy. Life was rough. Life sucked. Her mum was a drug addict and she'd only just met her father six months ago. It had taken her all but a minute to conclude he was a disappointment.

She was a young girl named Jewel, the daughter of a past her prime stripper and an obese slob, who lived in a broken down building and had been kicked out of every single school she'd ever attended.

There was no room for magic in that life.

Jewel came back to as she saw Lily pulling out a miniature sarcophagus from her pocket. It looked like one of those cheap souvenirs they might sell at a museum gift shop. There was also no way Lily had managed to fit that and the water gun into her tiny pocket.

Lily cracked open the sarcophagus and Jewel jumped when a mass of shadow burst from inside. As Jewel fell back onto the sidewalk, the pitch black shadow took shape, standing before her as the ghostly shape of a person.

"What the fuck?!"

"See! If you were a muggle you wouldn't be able to see Mr. Pharaoh!"

"Mr. Pharaoh?"

"Yeah, he was like the king of Egypt a long time ago or something."

"What the hell's a muggle?"

"Your parents are muggles, they don't have any magic. Me and my family have magic, though, just like you!"

"You're lying!" Jewel screamed as she jumped to her feet and seemed primed to run off.

But she froze as she saw Lily was now holding out a thin, long stick to her.

"I nicked it off of dad. Come on, grab it." Lily insisted as she shoved the wand handle first towards her.

Jewel crossed her arms as she glared back at the girl, glancing around for any onlookers that would be witnessing this ridiculous display. But Lily didn't let up, and Jewel finally gave in, if only to shut this weird relative up.

She grabbed the wand by the handle and gasped as she felt a deep warmth rush up her arm.

Lily grinned. "You feel it, don't you?"

"It… it feels… what is this?!"

Lily let go of the wand and Jewel flicked it instinctively.

A pile of trash across the street was suddenly blown away as if it were nothing but leaves.

Jewel couldn't help the awe that filled her face. She could try to explain it away, but she knew. She had just caused that.

"We're not supposed to know any magic yet, but me and my sisters have learned some stuff. Wanna go get in trouble?"

Jewel smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her face.

Both girls giggled ominously as they ran off, looking for mischief in the bad part of town.

…

"Was that supposed to do anything?" Ginny asked as Dudley and Diamond looked at her in awe.

The redhead had done three lines of coke with a rolled up five pound note. Diamond had panicked, explaining that she was supposed to only do one line at a time, and she'd been worried the redhead would have a stroke.

But after a few minutes, Ginny didn't feel anything crazy. To her, it felt like she'd taken a heavily underdosed pepper-up potion.

Harry was fascinated. When they told Hermione about this later, he knew she'd draw up plans for a study of the effect of muggle drugs on magicals. Well, first, she'd smack them upside the head for doing drugs, but then she'd want to investigate further.

But, if witches and wizards were highly resistant to muggle drugs, was the inverse also true?

Harry figured it'd be keen to find out.

"Hey, wanna try this?" Harry said as he pulled a pepper-up potion from his pocket.

"What's that?" Dudley asked as Diamond gave the stoppered bottle a calculating look.

"Is that like, opium or one of those other fancy drugs?"

"Oh, its something new." Ginny followed Harry's lead. "Give it a try."

Diamond took the glass from Harry and uncorked it. To her credit, the woman threw it back but only drank half, giving the other one to Dudley.

As Dudley threw the potion back, Diamond was already rolling on the floor, her mouth foaming as her body convulsed.

Dudley was seeing this out of the corner of his eye, but instead of trying to spit the potion out, it just made him drain it faster.

Harry and Ginny jumped back as Dudley's considerable mass tumbled to the floor, causing the ground to shake as his mouth began foaming too.

"Maybe this was a bad idea." Ginny said worriedly as she watched the muggles twitch.

"Are you INSANE!" Diamond hopped up to her feet, a manic smile on her face. "That's like cocaine and molly had a baby! I told your stupid ass that rich people had better drugs!" Diamond slapped the still prone Dudley on the stomach. "Do you have more?! I'll do ANYTHING!"

Harry and Ginny shared worried glances. They did not want to figure out exactly what this woman meant by 'anything'.

They were saved by the front door swinging open. In walked a pair of giggling eight year old girls. Jewel's hoodie was lumpy, and she and Lily had both arms stuffed full of candy and video games as she kicked the door closed behind her.

"You girls had fun?" Harry asked, glad to see his daughter had managed to find common ground with her cousin.

"Uh-huh!"

"We did, uncle Harry."

Being called uncle made Harry's heart soar even higher.

"Where'd you get all that stuff?" Dudley asked. He'd gotten up from the floor, and he was sweating profusely now as the pepper-up potion was still coursing through his body.

Jewel's bright grin dimmed as she looked at her parents, who were both tweaking and twitching. "Lily bought them for me."

"You're lying, you little shit. Did you have your cousin steal for you?"

"Actually." Ginny put her foot down, stepping up in front of the girls. "Lily has a considerable allowance, definitely enough to buy all this stuff."

Looking at the sheer volume of brand new video games and candy the two girls had brought in, as well as the large tablet that was sticking out from under Jewel's hoodie, it was clear that was a bold-faced lie, but Ginny stood her ground.

"Must be nice! You have a fit, handsome husband with enough money to buy up half the store and get the best drugs on earth! Meanwhile, we're stuck here in this shithole!"

"Diamond!" Dudley warned his girlfriend.

Harry was looking at Jewel, and he could tell whatever breakthrough she'd had with Lily was in jeopardy the more time she spent in this toxic environment. He felt a wave of empathy for his little niece, and he wondered if there was something they could do to make the girl's home life better.

"Oh, I agree." Ginny said nonchalantly. "Though I'm feeling charitable. How bout we give you twenty of those?" She pointed at the empty vial.

"Twenty!? Wait, what do you want in return?"

"Nothing much. Just let us take care of Jewel for a little while."

Harry looked at his fierce redhead wife with equal parts pride and love. Lily appeared very giddy as well, and while Jewel's expression was hard to decipher, Harry felt there was more than a hint of hope in the girl's face.

"Hah! That's it? You can keep her for all I care!"

Dudley at least seemed to be conflicted, sending Harry a sober look. "Would you do that, Harry? Only until we get back on our feet, obviously."

"Sure thing, Dudley. That's what family's for, isn't it?"

"When can we get more!" Diamond clasped her hands together excitedly.

Harry and Ginny shared a look. "You'll have it on your front door by tonight. Jewel, you want to gather your things?" Ginny asked kindly.

Jewel was overwhelmed with emotion. On the one hand, it hurt deeply to see how little her mother cared about her. On the other hand, even if she barely knew these people, life with them had to be better than what she'd faced up til now, and besides, she would be living around magic.

"I don't have anything to grab." She said with an understated shrug.

Harry grit his teeth. For the first time, he felt a bit of that old, repressed anger bubbling up against his cousin. Dudley may not have been intentionally abusing his daughter like his parents had done with Harry, but intent mattered little when the outcome was the same.

"Let's go then, Jewel. Dudley… I''ll see you around."

They left the flat, and only then did Harry and Ginny realize that they would now have to explain magic to a muggle girl.

"Err… listen, Jewel."

"I know about magic, uncle Harry." Jewel said, finding she very much liked addressing him that way.

Ginny blanched, shooting Lily a hard look. "You do now?"

Lily waved her hands. "She's a witch, mum! Jewel can do magic!"

"And how exactly do you know that?" Harry asked with a knowing look. It was Lily's turn to blanch, especially when her father held his hand out expectantly.

Lily reddened, but she handed his wand back to him all the same.

"You dropped it on the way up here."

"Sure." Harry shook his head, trying to suppress a smile. "Well, Jewel, I guess its time we bring you home."

…

Jewel yipped when they popped into existence in Potter manor's drawing room.

"Sorry, apparition takes some getting used to." Harry said apologetically as the girl took in her surroundings.

It was close to sensory overload. One moment, she had been in the familiar hallway of her father's grimy apartment, the next, she felt as if she was being squeezed through a tube and then she was in the middle of this luxurious mansion.

"Can Jewel room with me while we get hers ready?!" Lily asked excitedly.

It would take all of five minutes for the elves to have a room ready for the young blonde, but Harry decided it was fine to let his daughter indulge. "Alright."

Lily grabbed Jewel by the hand and pulled her towards the stairway.

Half an hour later found Jewel laying face up in the most comfortable bed she had ever been in.

She stared up at the ceiling, so high that she wouldn't reach it even if she stacked two chairs on top of each other. She thought about just how huge this mansion was. She was slightly intimidated by all the people that supposedly lived here, but that was overshadowed by the sheer hope and excitement she felt.

She heard sounds of rustling and glanced up. Lily was standing in front of her closet, having tossed her clothing onto a messy pile on the floor.

It wasn't completely strange that Lily would strip naked in front of her, even if they'd only just met, but it wasn't completely normal either.

Then Lily jumped to her feet, wriggled her bum excitedly and looked over to her. "Come on, take your clothes off so we can go downstairs!"

"Take my clothes off?"

"Duh! We're at home, silly, there's no need to wear clothes."

That gave her pause, but Lily was being so nonchalant about it, and magical people were different from regular people, maybe they just had strange customs.

Jewel threw her hoodie off before hesitantly removing her blouse and slipping her knickers down her legs. She was trembling slightly as Lily took in her naked form, and she was struck dumb when the redhead reached out and squeezed one of her budding breasts.

"Daddy's gonna love you! Come on!" Lily grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the room.

They were nudists then? And they touched each other? Her uncle Harry was going to see her naked?

Was she going to see him naked?

Her face reddened as she imagined what her handsome uncle looked like under his clothes. She followed Lily downstairs in a daze, only snapping out of it when she heard the telly, playing what sounded like some old timey program.

"Something kept bothering me. You see-"

"OH! Columbo's gonna get him this time!" Harry shouted from the living room.

"Harry, there's half an hour left in the episode, he never gets them to confess until the end."

"That's… that's not a hundred percent certain." Harry responded weakly.

Lily led Jewel to a plush living room, where a shabby seventies detective with a glass eye was talking on the telly.

And on the couch were Ginny and Harry, completely nude.

Ginny was absently stroking Harry's thick shaft while their eyes were glued to the tv.

"Daddy, we're just gonna suck you off, alright?" Lily asked.

"Yeah, sure." Harry said absently, completely entranced by the program.

"Oh no sir, no sir! Not at all! I believe your wife couldn't have killed herself, at least, not with the rope we found her hanging off of. You see-"

"The killer needs to stop asking so many questions! Don't muggles have solicitors too?" Ginny said as she grabbed a handful of popcorn, eyes glued to the screen.

"If everyone lawyered up there wouldn't be a show, honey."

Neither Potter really paid much mind as two young girls sank to their knees in front of Harry.

Jewel's eyes were as wide as saucers as Lily firmly grasped her father's rock hard cock, allowing her mother's hand to slip off before she began stroking it.

Lily giggled as she angled the cock towards her. "Its really big, isn't it?"

Jewel gulped, "And he just lets you… touch it?"

"He lets me do more than that." Lily dipped her head down and took the crown of Harry's head into her mouth.

Harry's hand shot to her head, stroking his daughter's ginger hair as Lily suckled on her father's mushroom tip. Jewel watched in amazement as Lily bobbed her head a few times before pulling back with a loud pop.

"Give it a try." She urged.

Jewel looked up at her uncle, who was fully focused on the program, and then back at Lily, who was giving her an encouraging look.

Jewel grew up poor and she grew up tough, and she wasn't about to back down and look like a scared little girl.

She grabbed onto the cock and her palm immediately burned as her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft. She bent the rod towards her, and after only a moment's hesitation she took it into her mouth and began to suck.

It took some adjusting, and she actually choked as she swallowed far too much cock in one go, finding the head sliding down her throat and the shaft filling her mouth. Her eyes watered as she struggled to breathe, her airway blocked by the large, throbbing slab of meat.

"Breathe through your nose." Lily encouraged, "You can do it!"

Jewel took her cousins advice, and after a moment's adjustment, she was breathing through her nose and able to focus her attentions on sucking the cock in her mouth.

Harry's hand went to her hair as well, and he wondered which one of his daughters this was. They had all become so good at sucking his cock, but this girl was clearly inexperienced.

Maybe it was Lily playing up her role as his innocent baby girl, or maybe Rose or Roxanne.

But Rose and Roxanne hadn't come back home yet. No one was home actually, no one besides him, Ginny and Lily.

And Jewel now too.

"Oh, fuck!"

Ginny clicked her tongue. "It really wasn't that crazy a reveal, Harry." She looked over to see her husband shellshocked, and a glance down told her the reason why.

His little niece was doing her best to suck on his cock, big blue eyes staring right back up at him while Lily knelt down next to her.

"Jewel!"

The girl popped his head out of her mouth, her lips quivering nervously. 'D-Did I do it wrong?"

"Why did you do this?"

"I just wanted her to settle in, daddy." Lily explained.

Ginny sighed. "Oh Lily." She shook her head.

"You don't like me?" Jewel asked bitterly, her face hardening.

Harry's eyes widened. "Oh no, no honey, that's not it! I'm just shocked, is all, this isn't something I expected for you to do."

"Though in hindsight, it was kind of inevitable, wasn't it?" Ginny quipped.

Harry frowned. "Yeah, I guess."

"I want to be a part of the family, uncle Harry. I want to call you daddy too." She begged while shooting big, doe eyes his way.

Harry couldn't say no, not to that face.

Pretty soon, the television was turned off. Lily was straddling her father's lap while Ginny was hugging Jewel up against her front.

Lily had insisted on her cousin needing a demonstration before she went any further with daddy. And so, Harry found himself waiting patiently as Lily stood over his cock, dripping juices onto his head and spreading them down his shaft with each stroke of her tiny hand, lubricating him up while she looked over at Jewel.

"You need to make sure daddy's cock is nice and lubricated. It's really big, and even for big girls like us it can be really uncomfortable, so you need it as oiled up as possible!"

Jewel nodded along, though her eyes were slightly unfocused as she rested back against Ginny's body. Ginny had her middle finger buried deep into the girl's cunt while her ring and pointer teased around the outer edges of her labia.

"Ok, now that Daddy's cock is ready, you gotta give it a few slaps." Lily smacked the cock hard against her pussy several times, the wet slapping echoing loudly throughout the living room.

Harry placed both hands on Lily's waist, using just a little bit of pressure to urge his daughter to sit down. Lily slapped his hand. "Daddy! We're still not ready!"

"Now, you gotta rub the head right up on your kitty." She circled Harry's head around her lips, and she couldn't contain her little hiss of pleasure as his mushroom tip caressed her sensitive lips.

"A-And n-n-now that its ready, you can sit do-ooooh!"

Lily had sunk down onto Harry's cock, and she lost control of herself the moment her daddy's crown popped into her pussy. Her mouth hung open and she gasped as Harry forced her body

further down, her small frame barely able to contain the shaft that was filling it completely.

Jewel's eyes widened as Lily lost all semblance of composure. She gurgled and panted as Harry leaned her body against his chest, his hands running up and down her body as he tweaked her nipples and roughly turned her face sideways.

"You see, Jewel." Ginny whispered huskily into the young girl's ear as her finger began sloshing faster in and out of her burning pussy. "When it comes to my husband's cock, there is no 'handling it'. Even for a grown woman like me, the best you can do is to enjoy the ride and try to survive."

Jewel whimpered as she saw a large bulge form in Lily's stomach. She could see her uncle's cock as it was battering her womb from the inside, threatening to break through her poor cousin's stomach.

Lily was mumbling incoherent words as Harry fucked her hard, slamming her against his lap while he tugged at her flaming hair, mouth coming down onto her porcelain neck, his kisses so aggressive and animalistic that they were sure to leave a mark.

"Are you ready to be daddy's new toy for him to break in, Jewel?" Ginny whispered in her ear before taking her lobe in between her teeth and biting sharply.

Jewel screamed, but her shout found a twin in Lily. Facing each other, both girls screamed in orgasm at the same exact time. Jewel gushed all over Ginny's palm, drenching it in her juices while her cousin exploded like a rocket around her father's cock, sending sprays of her girlcum shooting down onto his swollen balls.

When she came down, Jewel watched as Lily fell bonelessly to the couch, her body limp as Harry gently placed her head over a pillow. Then, he gripped her hips and began the herculean task of dislodging his monster from her underage pussy.

Jewel watched, entranced as Harry jostled and jerked as he pulled out. His head got stuck in her entrance, and Lily suffered a secondary orgasm as her father's head finally popped out of her cunny, followed by a flood of juices that soaked onto the couch.

"Are you ready, Jewel?" Harry asked his niece, his angry cock hard and ready for its newest conquest.

"Y-Yeah." She said, slightly nervous as Ginny coaxed her towards her uncle.

"You know, if it makes you feel more comfortable, you can wear your hoodie."

Harry offered.

Jewel frowned. "You don't like looking at me?"

Harry quickly reached out and grabbed his niece. "That couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth, Jewel. To be honest, I just think you'd look extra sexy wearing that hoodie and nothing else."

Jewel's eyes widened, but a grin formed alongside the flush on her face. "I think I'd like that."

And so, while Ginny spooned her daughter on the couch, Harry and Jewel were snuggled up on the floor. The tv was back on, set on some random channel to serve as background noise.

Jewel was standing in front of her uncle. Her oversized hoodie reached down to her midthigh, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy white skin.

Harry knew she was wearing nothing underneath, and that excited him to no end. Every small little detail just made him hornier, like the way she'd rolled up her sleeves until her hands were completely hidden and the ends of the sleeves hung limply at her side.

Jewel straddled his lap, and Harry's hands snuck in under her hoodie. Somehow, exploring her smooth body while being unable to see made it all the more sexy, and his niece mewled under his tender mercies.

She sank onto his cock easily, like her pussy had been made for the sole purpose of fitting him snugly in her underage cunt. Harry could feel the goosebumps sprout against her skin as he took her maidenhood, he could feel the chills run up her body as she took his cock inside of her.

He couldn't see the bulge in her stomach as he rocked her on his lap, but he could feel it as he pressed his palm against her belly. He could feel it when his head popped right on through her cervix and into her underage womb, claiming her pussy as his own.

Jewel rocked and she kissed him needily, and Harry returned her need tenfold. She barely bounced, and Harry chose to guide her gently into rolling her hips, allowing his cock to bob and press its burning length against her most sensitive spots, pressure and friction joining together to leave the young girl breathing raggedly.

Jewel wrapped her arms around his neck, her body was burning up under her hoodie, a condition only made worse by her uncle's expert touch.

Harry's hands ran down her sides and roamed all over her form as she began to buck against him, her movements turning jerky as she buried her face in his neck.

One sudden move triggered her orgasm, and as Jewel creamed herself around her uncle's cock, Harry emptied his balls, shooting his seed directly into his niece's womb.

Harry was still not done cumming as he pulled Jewel down and laid them onto their sides. He left his cock firmly lodged inside of her, and as Ginny and Lily began to snore, Harry and his niece soon joined them. Jewel was snuggled all the way into her uncle's arms, and even as they were drifting off into the land of dreams, Harry's cock was still twitching, spurting loads of thick cream into Jewel Dursley's unprotected womb.

Chapter End Notes

This is effectively the final chapter of the fic, but I will post a short epilogue either tomorrow or monday to close it off. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

epilogue

Chapter Notes

Short little epilogue. Hope you guys enjoyed the fic

It was the season for giving, the season for joy and cheer and general merriment.

While many students had stayed at Hogwarts due to the tournament, Harry's daughters had ridden the train home. Their friends had all wanted to come along as well, but knew they couldn't exactly explain to their parents why they wanted to spend christmas at Harry Potter's home.

Harry hadn't heard any further from his cousin after dropping off a case of pepper-up potions in front of his flat. Jewel didn't ask, and the girl had very quickly forgotten about her parents and her previous life. In the scant month and a half that she'd been living with them, Jewel had become an integral part of the family, yet another of Harry's daughters.

There was a knock at the front door, and after several moments, it cracked open.

"Yes?" Harry was bare chested as he stuck his upper body out, shivering as he was assaulted by the bitter december chill.

"Our lord and saviour!"

Harry cringed at what he saw in front of him. It was the Weasley men, along with Mr. Delacour and his group. The rag tag bunch was heavily bandaged up, with many of them standing on crutches. He saw Bill was missing an arm, Charlie a leg and Jean an eye. Everyone was some degree of beaten and battered, except for Ron, who looked perfectly fine.

"Guys! You went to war then?"

"It was loads of fun, Harry!" Ron said cheerfully. "I got this many scalps!" Ron held up four fingers on both hands.

"He is now known as the Demon of Flanders, just the mention of his name strikes fear in the hearts of men." One of Jean's followers said. "Never have I seen such a terrifying sight on the battlefield."

"Err… what exactly are you guys doing here?

"You see, my lord." Percy stepped up. Or more accurately, he rolled up on his wheelchair, both of his legs missing. "In the heat of our struggle to prove our ultimate devotion to you, I

gave an impassioned speech. At one point during my speech, I said that 'peace was never an option.'"

"Then Ronnie chimed in and was like, 'Really? That sucks, peace would be a really neat option right about now'" George said.

Bill jumped in. "That made us realize the error of our ways, it made us see how we'd perverted your message, oh great Lord Potter."

"And so, we have managed to call a truce. Percival and I have reconciled our differences, the schism in Potterism has been mended, all thanks to the Demon of Flanders." Jean said as he eyed Ron wearily.

"That's brilliant." Harry scratched his shoulder before clearing his throat. "I'd invite you in, but… we're sorta in the swing of things at the moment."

"Oh, that is perfectly fine, mylord. We have not yet reached true nirvana, we do not deserve to bask in your glory." Percy said.

"We'll just stand out here and sing hymns of praise, my lord."

"Knock yourselves out." Harry said.

"Oooh! Can we do Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer first?" Ron asked excitedly.

The others looked panicked, trapped between a deep seated fear of Ron and not wanting to upset their deity. Harry chuckled. "That sounds great, in fact, you boys should sing christmas carols the whole night through. How about it?"

"Brilliant idea, my lord! Alright then, let us start from the top!"

Harry slammed the door shut as the first discordant notes of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer began to fill the air outside. Thankfully, with the door closed, Harry could only barely hear Ron loudly reciting the lyrics.

He shook his head as he returned to the living room, where everyone was cuddled up around the tv.

"Who was it?" Angelina asked as she took some popcorn from the bowl on Fleur's lap.

"Just some carolers." Harry said as he wedged himself into his spot between Hermione and Gabby. Rose was on the floor between his legs, and she quickly took his cock into her mouth and began nursing on it softly.

They were all together, as a family, including Molly, completely nude and partaking in their time honored tradition of watching as the girls dusted off the old gamecube and held a Pokemon Colosseum tournament.

Right now, Jamie and Dora were playing, and the older sibling was not having a great time.

"That's not fair! You used spore again!"

"We never established sleep clause on this, Dora." Jamie reminded her smugly.

Dora groaned. "Whatever, you little brat, my calm mind Espeon is gonna sweep the shit out of you!"

Harry didn't know much about the game, but from what Gabby was whispering, Dora was not, in fact, going to sweep the shit out of Jamie.

Around him, the ladies were making bets on who would win the tournament as they poured themselves copious amounts of eggnog. Harry smiled contentedly as Rose suckled on his semi-erect cockhead. He noticed that Lily and Jewel had gone off somewhere, both having already been eliminated, but he didn't think much of it.

The two youngest returned just as Dora smashed her controller in frustration as Jamie's Metagross meteor mashed through her last pokemon.

"What have you two been up to?" Victoire asked suspiciously as she snuggled deeper into her seat, which was her grandmother's soft body.

Jewel and Lily shared knowing looks. "Nothin'." Lily said as the two girls couldn't help but giggle.

"What did you do now?" Roxanne asked. Ever since Jewel had started living with them, she and Lily had turned into quite the pair of annoying little troublemakers.

"Nothing. Now scoot over." Jewel insisted.

Victoire and Roxanne knew something was up, but the two hadn't brought anything with them, so whatever dumb prank they'd come up with, it wasn't an immediate issue.

Roxanne stepped up to play Jamie in the final as Jewel plopped down on her vacated seat and Lily sat on her lap.

As the final got underway, no one really noticed the strange aroma that wafted into the room. Everyone did notice how horny they were getting, but they were always horny, so that was nothing new.

It came to a head when Harry was no longer content to have Rose sucking at his cock, even as the girl was now enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down on his shaft.

Harry grabbed her roughly by her hair and pulled her off. He meant to lift her onto his cock, but Gabrielle was quicker, and his veela lover pounced on his hard cock.

"Auntie!" Rose whined as Gabby sank all the way down Harry's shaft and began shaking her ass as she bounced on his lap.

"I know you did something." Victoire accused Lily and Jewel before Apolline plunged three fingers into her cunt and the teen threw her head back in pleasure. Lily and Jewel giggled as

they turned to each other and began kissing, grinding their pussies together.

Harry got a facefull of tit and needed a few moments to realize it was Hermione's. Gabrielle moaned wantonly as she rode his cock. Rose had her face buried in the veela's cheeks as she plunged her tongue into her rosebud as a form of retaliation, thought it wasn't much in the way of revenge.

What happened next shocked Harry. Having a resistance built up from years and years of constant sex, he was first taken by surprise when Gabby suddenly seized up above him in orgasm, and then Harry felt his balls contract as he let loose, shooting off inside of her in under thirty seconds.

"What happened?" He asked as Gabby gasped and panted.

"My nipple are so hard it almost hurts." Abeli said, holding up one of her breasts with her hand while Molly sucked on the other.

"Something's happening, this all feels a bit weird." Hermione said between moans as Ginny ate her out.

"It was them!" Roxanne pointed an accusing finger form in front of the tv while Jamie sucked on her neck. "Those two brats did something."

Jewel and Lily were too wrapped up in each other to look guilty, but everyone instantly knew the two brats were behind it.

"Oh they're gonna get a talking to." Harry said as his cock flopped out of Gabby's pussy. He made to stand up and charge down the two girls, but he was tackled once more, this time by Fleur.

"I do not care what they did, my pussy is hungry and it needs you, my love."

Before he could protest, Fleur had shoved one of her breasts in his face, and bucked on him as wildly as her younger sister had. Fleur was bigger and thicker than petite little Gabby, and Harry had a strange thought that the Delacour women lined up next to each other looked like the evolutionary stages in the girl's little game.

Fleur fucked him hard and rough, and then she went even harder, until Harry felt himself falling backwards as the sofa tipped back and crashed onto the floor.

Bodies fell but never ceased their activities, only adjusted them. Fleur's full weight was atop Harry, her tits smothering his face as she didn't stop slamming her hips down and taking his cock in her cunt. Just like with Gabby, they both came quickly, though Fleur continued slamming her hips down on his pelvis right on through her guts being filled with Harry's seed.

Fleur would have kept going indefinitely if she wasn't dragged off Harry by Apolline, who was about to take over for her daughter when she was tackled by Emma and Abeli, both of whom wanted to sit on his cock next.

It was Rose who beat them all to it, splitting her underage pussy with her father's large cock.

Things became a flurry afterwards, a mess of limbs and gushing pussies filled with cum, only to be replaced by another one.

When madness finally left them and Harry regained his senses, he had an exhausted Ginny laying atop him, he was surrounded by a pile of bodies, and he could faintly hear the notes of Frosty the Snowman wafting in through the window.

…

Jewel and Lily received quite the scolding after their little experiment with magical pheromones was uncovered, but the results of their action stuck.

Weeks after that fateful night, the ladies all started getting sick around the same time. They also received letters form the girls at Hogwarts, letting them know that they were experiencing the same thing.

They'd all gotten pregnant at the exact same time, even the youngest girls had a bun in the oven. Well, some of them had several, as the pheromones had led to Fleur, Emma and Roxanne being pregnant with twins, while Molly's fertility had cursed her with quadruplets.

Abeli and Appoline had taken it upon themselves to shop around for a new home to accomodate their now gargantuan family. Harry had daydreamed about buying the old Malfoy manor and having it demolished, but the girls had made him see sense, and they were in the process of building an estate on a large plot of land on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

September first had come and gone with none of the girls able to go to Hogwarts. They'd likely not return to the school until Halloween at the earliest. They were within a week of going into labor.

Harry was sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping on some tea as he found himself hypnotized by Molly's thick ass as she busied herself in the kitchen making snacks. Harry wasn't so cruel as to make a woman carrying his child work, but Molly insisted on it. She had gone through seven pregnancies, and she was set in her ways.

His wives and daughters, though, were a completely different story. They were all laid out on the couch, feet up as they watched a program on the telly.

Molly finished the treats and Harry prepared to levitate the trays over to the living room when a flurry of owls entered through the windows.

"What's going on?" Molly asked in confusion.

One of the owls was expected, dropping off the morning edition of the Prophet with a headline about the Demon of Flanders becoming the deadliest hit wizard in all of Europe.

Harry was proud of Ron, even if they'd had to Imperious him so he could pass the written portion of his entrance exam.

But the rest? The rest were a bunch of letters. A bunch of very disconcerting letters.

Harry rushed into the living room, and the girls instantly knew he was stressed about something.

"What happened, daddy?" Dora asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"This." Harry held up a letter. "Is from Roger and Cho. They say Laura is pregnant and they know I'm the father."

The girls all grinned.

"You think this is funny? I've got half a dozen more just like it!"

Abeli turned to Apolline. "We may need to look into increasing the footprint of that home. Perhaps we can buy out additional plots?"

Victoire smirked at her sisters. "I told you the baby shower would work."

They all chatted on while Harry looked at them in disbelief. After a moment, he sighed and went back to the kitchen, he'd need to find his good pen, he'd be drafting replies all afternoon.

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Preface

Revelations

Day to Day

Rounding Out

As Time Goes By

Slip n' Slide

Gentle Parenting

Hard Times

epilogue

Afterword