"Alright, so we just need to ask him straight up if he did anything weird to you when you were younger," Tonks said as they walked towards 12 Grimmauld Place. "Actually, maybe don't word it that way."
Looking around to make sure that there were no muggles within earshot, Fleur clarified, "It could 'ave been a ritual of some kind, perhaps even something entirely benign and unrelated to your situation. Something 'ad to make you feel so much like the magic of the Black family."
"Is there anything else you could think of?" Hermione asked.
"You did grow up in this house, which is completely suffused with their magic," Fleur mused. "I 'aven't 'eard of such a thing leaving such a noticeable mark before, but maybe it's possible."
"Daphne? Susan?" Harry called out as he saw a familiar blonde and redhead standing by the front door of his home.
As they turned to see him, a third figure moved around them, and Harry realized that Luna was there as well.
"Harry!" the short blonde exclaimed, rushing over to him and jumping into his arms.
Harry laughed as she kissed him in full view of the neighborhood.
"Hey, you three," he chuckled as he helped her down. "What brings you here?"
"Nothing much," Susan replied. "You said we could stop by over the break, and we happened to be in the area."
"We then ran into Luna, who seemed to have the same idea," Daphne added.
"I got the feeling that I should come over today," Luna smiled. "Nymphadora Tonks and Fleur Delacour, I thought the story of you two finding love while competing against each other in the tournament was deeply romantic. I'm Luna."
"Thank you," Tonks said, smiling as the reminder of how she and Fleur got together outweighed her annoyance at hearing her name.
"I take it that this means that you followed my advice?" Luna asked, gesturing to Fleur.
When the blonde furrowed her brow, Hermione explained, saying, "Luna was the one who thought we should ask a Veela about Harry's uniqueness."
"I figured that, as possible descendants of the nymphs, you might have a better chance of finding out why Harry's so satyr-like," Luna said, "and I don't just mean the giant pe…"
"We should probably head inside," Hermione said, cutting Luna off.
"I don't think Sirius is home," Harry muttered.
"Definitely not," Susan said. "We were just about to leave when you showed up because no one answered the door."
"Don't you guys have an elf?" Daphne asked, confused.
"Yes, but he can be a right prick," Harry replied, grabbing his key.
"You're Bonesie's niece, right?" Tonks asked.
"Yes," Susan replied. "Susan."
Tonks shook her offered hand, and they both gasped at the spark they felt. Susan caught Fleur looking at them intently and blushed as the Veela winked at her.
As she and Tonks followed Harry and Hermione inside, Susan turned to Daphne and said, "You don't think…"
"Would it honestly surprise you?" Daphne chuckled.
"I can't wait to slurp Harry's cum from both of them," Luna sighed quietly, making both Daphne and Susan blush as she headed inside.
"Kreacher!" Harry called out.
"Yes, half-blood master?" Kreacher replied, appearing before them and glaring at Harry.
"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.
"Out failing to make heirs," Kreacher snarled.
"Ah," Harry sighed. "Well, he'll be back soon enough, then. That will be all."
Kreacher disappeared, and Harry led the others into the sitting room.
"I take it that means he followed some floosy home from a pub?" Tonks asked.
"Yeah, like I say, he'll be back soon," Harry replied.
Sirius Black grinned to himself as he left the flat of his latest conquest, a gorgeous muggle blonde about ten years his junior whose name he knew he'd forget before long. One little warning that he wished he'd read back in his school days about the animagus transformation was just how much one's form could impact their personality. All three of the marauders who found and ultimately succeeded in perfecting their animal forms emerged from that first transformation changed in certain ways.
James had grown far prouder and more territorial about a number of things, including his longtime crush. Attaining his stag form had also sparked the beginning of a process of maturity that ultimately let him win over said crush. Pettigrew had, of course, grown more craven and cowardly, something that ultimately came back to bite them all in the ass down the line. As for Sirius…
Sirius was a dog, in every sense of the term.
Chuckling to himself at his own bad pun, he apparated home to Grimmauld Place, only to find himself greeted by an assortment of people he wouldn't have expected. Harry and Hermione were normal enough, though seeing them accompanied by Nym and her Veela girlfriend was odd. There were others as well, including a particularly buxom blonde with really intense blue eyes, a similarly proportioned redhead who he would have known was related to Amelia Bones even if he hadn't seen her before, and a tiny waifish blonde with some of the biggest eyes he'd ever seen.
"Hello, all," he said, curious about the way they were all staring at him.
"Sirius, we need to talk to you," Tonks said.
"Before we get to that, Sirius, these are Daphne, Susan, and Luna," Harry said, pointing to each as he named them. "They're friends of mine."
"The best sort of friends," Sirius thought to himself as he realized that he'd smelled all three of them on Harry. His eyes widened as he noticed that he smelled his cousin and Fleur on him as well. "Damn, Harry."
As he swelled with godfatherly pride, he finally realized just how uncomfortable his godson looked and furrowed his brow.
"Lovely to meet you three," he said. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"I'll just come out and ask: did you perform some ritual on me as a child?" Harry asked.
"Ah," Sirius replied. sighing.
"What do you mean, 'ah?'" Tonks asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Let's sit down; this is going to take a while," Sirius said. "Would any of you like something to drink?"
"I'd prefer a simple explanation," Daphne replied, while most of the others just shook their heads.
"Do you have any juice?" Luna asked, smiling serenely in complete contrast to the blatant tension in the others.
"Yes," Sirius replied. "Kreacher, juice a couple oranges for our guest."
As he led them to the sitting room, ready to have a conversation that he'd hoped would either not happen for a while yet or at all, he was intimately aware of the fact that he had both an auror trainee and the niece of the head of the DMLE present for it. Hoping that the fact that they'd both slept with Harry would be enough for him to get them to keep it to themselves, he sat down by the fireplace and beckoned them to do the same. A glass of fresh orange juice appeared next to Luna the moment she sat down, and she thanked the air since his crotchety house elf hadn't deigned to show himself.
"To answer your question, I didn't perform a ritual on you," Sirius replied. "What I did, not long after I brought you here for the first time after your parents were killed, was hand you this."
Pricking his finger on a small spike on the left armrest, Sirius let a drop of his blood fall onto the middle of the armrest and reached into the compartment that opened up to pull out an ancient-looking pan flute. All of them looked slightly confused except for Luna, who gasped, her large gray-blue eyes going wide.
"Is that…" she breathed.
"Pan's flute," Sirius nodded.
"What?" Hermione asked. "Surely you don't mean the god Pan."
"That's exactly what I mean," Sirius replied. "This flute belonged to the ancient wizard Pan, whose exploits saw him worshiped as a god by the ancient Greeks."
"Wait, wait, wait, you mean that's an actual Olympian artifact?" Tonks asked, her hair and eyes going orange. "Do you have any idea how long just possessing one of those things could land you in Azkaban?"
"The rest of my life, I'm aware," Sirius replied. "This thing has been in our family for centuries. It was one of the Orion Blacks who found it back in the fifteenth century. I don't recall which. They were made illegal by the I.C.W. not long after the organization was founded, but it had been a possession of the House of Black for over two centuries by then, and our ancestors refused to hand it in."
"Why are they so illegal?" Hermione asked. "I've never actually read about them before."
"The Olympian gods, as the muggles knew them, were exceptionally powerful wizards and witches," Tonks replied. "Stories about the kinds of things they could do are probably exaggerated, but even if that's true, they were likely far more powerful than even Dumbledore. The artifacts that they left behind had a habit of ending up in the wrong hands and causing chaos. After the Statute of Secrecy was put in place and the I.C.W. was founded, it was agreed that, because they could so easily break the statute, banning their possession and demanding that they be stored away was necessary."
"Auntie used to tell me stories of them, but I thought they were a myth," Susan said. "A wand that could hurl lightning bolts just as powerful as the real thing and a trident capable of causing tsunamis just seemed so impossible."
"The authorities would prefer that most believe that, I imagine," Fleur said.
"So what does Pan's flute do, exactly?" Harry asked.
"Kill everyone who tries to blow into it," Sirius replied, earning seven identical wide-eyed looks. "The reason that the Blacks were able to hold onto it is that everyone had more or less forgotten it by that point. Zeus' thunderbolt, Apollo's chariot, and other things like that had all caused chaos in the millenia since their owners died, but Pan's flute hadn't precisely because no one could figure out how to use it. Orion Black believed that Pan's power lay in the flute and that figuring out how to use it would mean figuring out how to unlock that power."
"Why did he believe that?" Hermione asked.
"It was inscribed on the wall of the long-hidden cave in Greece that he found it in," Sirius replied. "He ultimately died trying to use it, as did a few other Blacks through the centuries before it was locked away and forgotten. I found it along with the journal of the last poor sod who tried to blow into it during the last months of the war. I thought about handing it in, but so many of the local officials seemed corrupt by then that I didn't dare risk it ending up in you-know-who's hands. Knowing our luck, he'd have figured it out."
"When you say you gave it to me, what exactly does that mean?" Harry asked.
"I gave it to you, and you blew into it," Sirius replied, earning a chorus of angry replies.
"Why the hell would you give him a dangerous artifact that no one had ever used successfully before?" Daphne asked, sounding incensed. "Wasn't he a year old at the time?"
"Just about, and because I knew that it wouldn't kill him," Sirius replied.
"Wait, so you figured out how it worked?" Harry asked. "Why didn't you use it yourself?"
"I didn't figure out anything, but I knew it wouldn't kill you for the same reason that I decided to give it to you," Sirius replied. He took a deep breath then, to steady himself, as he prepared to tell Harry something he'd been dreading having to speak of for years. "There's a prophecy about you in the Department of Mysteries."
"What?" Harry asked.
"A real prophecy?" Hermione asked.
"You and you...Voldemort are destined to fight," Sirius replied.
"But he's dead?" Susan pointed out.
"Um, not so much," Harry said, and everyone but Sirius and Hermione whipped around to look at him. "He survived somehow, and though he's just a wraith right now, he is still out there. He actually possessed Professor Quirrell in our first year."
"Dumbledore swore that he didn't truly die that night," Sirius said. "He tried to get me to hand you over, saying that he could prepare better protections for you with your mother's remaining family than I could, but I refused. For one thing, Petunia's a dreadful human being, and there was no way that I was handing you over to her, but beyond that, I had already figured out the best protection of all. I would make you a god."
"Oh, so that means I was right!" Luna exclaimed. Turning to Harry, she added, "You are a sex god!"
"What do you mean, make me a god?" Harry asked, ignoring Luna.
"When you blew into this flute, as had happened every time that anyone did, the flute and you both glowed with a deep green light," Sirius explained. "Whereas everyone else died and the light abruptly disappeared, in your case, you seemed to absorb it. At first, it seemed like all that it managed to do was not kill you, but over time, you started showing signs that it had had some effect."
"Like his musical abilities and his way with animals?" Luna asked.
"Among other things," Sirius grimaced. When they all shot him confused looks, he said, "Let's just say that there were certain physical changes that I couldn't not notice when I bathed you."
"I was always oddly strong and muscular," Harry murmured.
"It was a little odd," Sirius replied. "It was actually because of that, as well as how much virility played a role in Pan's purported powers, that I figured that the rest of your powers would reveal themselves after you matured and started having sex. When you told me about the...issues that you and Hermione were having, I guessed that was it, and when you two started sleeping with Lavender Brown, I assumed that you were well on your way to forming the sort of harem that Pan had."
"And that's when you tried to obliviate yourself," Harry said, narrowing his eyes. "Did you really intend to leave me clueless about all of this?"
"Of course not," Sirius replied. "I left enough information scattered about the library for you and Hermione to figure things out, but understand that I would end up in prison for good if this got out, and you still need me as your guardian. Without me, given who you are and the lack of legitimate contenders to replace me, there would be a lengthy court battle over your guardianship, and Narcissa, as my cousin, would have more of a shot than most. I don't need to tell any of you how bad it would be if Lucius Malfoy ended up as his legal guardian. Can I trust you two in particular to keep this to yourself?"
That last question was directed towards Tonks and Susan, who both scowled but nodded.
"Look, Harry, I know what I did was wrong, and if I could redo it, I'd probably not give you this thing at all," Sirius sighed, "but I was a twenty-one-year-old man back then who had just lost nearly everyone he cared about most in the world and was suddenly made to not only look after a baby he was nowhere near ready for, but one who was destined to fight a monster none of us could hope to stop. Once I got it in my head that the prophecy meant you'd survive using the flute, since you couldn't fight him if you were dead, I figured it was the best shot you were going to have."
"Has the dark lord been spotted since Quirrell died?" Daphne asked.
"Not in person," Harry replied, recalling the diary.
"He'll return eventually, as he kind of has to for the prophecy to work out," Sirius said. "His biggest problem is that his followers are all either in Azkaban, like my darling cousin Bellatrix, dead like Peter, or too comfortable to bother seeking him out, like Lucius Malfoy."
"Peter?" Daphne asked.
"Pettigrew," Sirius scowled. "He was a friend of Harry's father and mine back in school, and he's also the one who sold James and Lily out to Voldemort."
"You're sure that this is a real prophecy we're dealing with?" Hermione asked, as skeptical of such things as ever.
"Dumbledore assured us all," Sirius replied. "It was given to him, and he got James and Lily to go into hiding not long after. He got the Longbottoms to go into hiding as well, because apparently there was some ambiguity about who it could have been about. Voldemort went after you, though, and that sealed it."
"So that's why he came after us," Harry said, looking down at his feet.
"He came after you because he was a lunatic," Sirius said harshly as Hermione wrapped an arm around his godson, "and we were all his enemies by then. He learned of part of the prophecy and went after you, but we were all already on his hit list."
"Why did you not tell me sooner?" Harry asked.
"Because I knew how you'd react to learning about the prophecy, and I couldn't really explain the pan flute without explaining that," Sirius replied. "I'm sorry if it's caused you trouble, Harry, but I really did think that it would give you the best shot you were going to get against Voldemort."
"I can't really say that it's given me trouble," Harry admitted.
"Our relationship has only gotten stronger over the course of the last few months," Hermione added, smiling at her boyfriend.
"And if you weren't such an incredible sex god, Hermione would never have invited all of us to join you in bed," Luna added.
Sirius coughed and looked away.
"Wait, does this mean that until Voldemort and I fight again and one of us manages to kill the other for good, neither of us can die?" Harry asked.
"I wouldn't suggest testing that theory out any further than I already have, but I would imagine so," Sirius replied. "According to Dumbledore, true prophecies, the ones that end up in the Hall of Prophecies in the Department of Mysteries, always end up coming true. Believe me, I asked him repeatedly when he came to tell me that dark dickhead was only mostly dead and would inevitably come back some day. That was the only reason that I felt safe handing you this flute."
"Could I see it?" Harry asked.
"Here," Sirius replied, handing it to him. "Be careful with it, though."
"It doesn't look familiar at all," Harry murmured as he looked it over, "but something about it feels...right."
"Orion Black believed that the flute could make someone a god if they figured out how to safely use it because of the inscription he found in that cave," Sirius said. "Here lies the vessel of the great god Pan's power. Let he who is worthy restore the horned one's power. He will return in songs floating on the winds."
"Why are ancient instructions never clear?" Daphne grumbled.
"Well, part of the problem here is that it was translated from the ancient Greek," Sirius replied. "Orion's interpretation was that one needed to figure out the right tune to play on the flute, and he...sacrificed a fair few muggle musicians testing the damned thing, figuring that no muggle could claim the power he was convinced lay within. He actually died because one of his victims happened to survive a little longer than the others for some reason, and he rushed to play the same tune himself."
"Why am I not surprised?" Harry muttered to himself as Hermione looked incensed.
"As I've told you many times, Harry, my family's nuts," Sirius sighed, "and in hindsight, perhaps I didn't escape that as much as I've always thought."
"Look, Sirius, I do wish that you'd told me sooner, but given what I'm going to have to fight again, I can't say that I really blame you for trying something insane," Harry said. Looking around at the others, he added, "It's not like I can really argue with the results."
"I would think not," Fleur laughed as Tonks rolled her eyes.
"I'll keep mum about this, but if I find you doing anything else this absolutely illegal, you're not getting another pass from me, Sirius," Tonks said warningly.
"I'd be hard-pressed to do anything this illegal again," Sirius muttered. "It's not like we own a second Olympian artifact."
"I won't tell my aunt," Susan promised. Blushing, she added, "I can't really complain about the results either."
"None of us can," Luna added, wrapping her arms around Harry, who hugged her back with a grin.
"Just agree to the marriage contract I'm working on, and all will be well," Daphne said.
Sirius gave Harry a confused look, and he just mouthed 'later.'
"Anyway, I need to shower," Sirius said. "Is there anything else you want to go over?"
"No, go ahead," Harry replied, staring down at the pan flute. Once he'd left, he said, "So I'm Pan come again."
"Thank goodness your name isn't Peter," Tonks joked, making him smile.
"At least we finally have an explanation," Hermione muttered. "No wonder Madam Pomfrey had no idea what she was dealing with."
"This also explains why Sirius has always been so adamant about me working on combat training," Harry groaned. "I always thought he was nuts, and even after seeing what remains of that monster in first year, I just figured that he'd either stay dead or it would be another war. I didn't think that I'd have to actually be the one to put him down."
"That much my aunt does need to know about," Susan muttered. "I can't believe he isn't dead."
"I wonder if the dementors could 'accidentally' eat the souls of the death eaters in Azkaban," Daphne mused. When the other looked at her in shock, she said, "We're talking the likes of the Lestranges here, and the dark lord could break them out with ease."
"Try not to discuss blatantly illegal things around me," Tonks muttered. "As for your aunt, Susan, I think Bonesie already knows."
"Huh?" Susan asked.
"Sirius has been working on increasing the DMLE's funding for years," Tonks replied, "and the way the boss lady runs the department, you'd think we were already at war."
"That's just about the only thing that Sirius bothers with the Wizengamot over," Harry commented.
"I knew it would be a good idea to come over today," Luna smiled. "Now we know for sure why chasing me through the forest was so much fun for you."
"Given how it ended, I would have enjoyed that even without the pan flute," Harry rumbled, making the tiny blonde shiver.
"We can try it again some time," Luna grinned.
"I cannot believe that this 'as been 'ere for centuries," Fleur sighed. "My people would 'ave loved to get our 'ands on something connected to Pan."
"It's probably for the best that you didn't, all things considered," Hermione muttered. "I get his reasoning, and his logic does seem sound, if simple, but it was still highly irresponsible to hand a dangerous magical artifact to a baby."
"Honestly, I can see why he did it," Harry sighed. "His best friend was killed, betrayed by another friend whom he hunted down and killed afterward. He was then given a baby to raise and told, 'oh yeah, the dark dickhead who just killed your best friend and his wife is going to come back for the kid too.' I'd have gotten pretty desperate myself."
"Like I said, I get why he did it," Hermione said.
"When you put it like that, I can sympathize too, even if I still think he was an idiot," Tonks sighed.
"Dora, about last night," Fleur whispered in her ear. "Now that we 'ave the answer we were looking for…"
Tonks looked into her girlfriend's eyes and smirked at the naked desire tinged with unease in them.
"If you want us to come back for more, I'd be game, luv," she whispered, and Fleur sighed with relief.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow at the pair.
"They're trying to make sure that they're both equally addicted to your penis, Harry," Luna replied dreamily, making Tonks' face and hair turn bright red.
"You are not wrong, Luna," Fleur purred, her blue eyes boring into Harry's.
"You've joined a pretty exclusive club," Daphne chuckled, "though how exclusive it will remain is anyone's guess."
"Honestly, I think I have quite enough girls, Daphne," Harry chuckled. "For now, my focus is going to be on trying to figure out how to unlock the rest of the power this thing contained, if there is even anything more to unlock."
"Now that I actually have a lead to make use of, I can actually research this better," Hermione said. "We should focus on finding anything in the Hogwarts library that mentions Pan and possibly the Olympians in general, and I'm going to want to look through the journals of any Black who played around with this thing."
"We should have an orgy," Luna sighed.
"Why?" Tonks asked the baffling blonde.
"It would be fun," Luna replied. "It might also help bring out more of the essence of Pan. He was worshiped as a god of virility, and while rampant hedonism was hardly unique to him among the Olympians, he was still a being who spent much of his time chasing and breeding nymphs wherever the winds took him, so having all of us together might be just what you need. It would also be fun."
Harry grinned at that.
"How better for us to become better acquainted with some of your other lovers?" Fleur purred, looking over at Susan, who blushed.
"Over tea?" Hermione asked, amused.
"Tea isn't nearly as good as sex," Luna declared.
"Eh, what the hell? I have the day off," Tonks shrugged.
"My father did want to discuss somethi…" Daphne trailed off as Tonks extended her tongue down until it rested between her breasts, the tops of which were visible through her tight, low-cut black sweater. "Fuck him."
"That's the spirit," Luna grinned, while Hermione just snorted and shook her head.
"At least I know why my life turned into this saga of perversion now," she thought to herself, though as she looked at Harry and saw the look of raw desire on his handsome face, she couldn't bring herself to mind in the slightest.
"Come," Harry said, his voice low and rumbling, and every single one of them shivered at his tone.
He led them up to his bedroom, the size of which he was truly grateful for for once, and quickly transfigured his desk into a second bed, enlarged to just fit inside the space, to make things easier. With that done, he wasted no time at all pulling the nearest girl, Luna, in for a passionate kiss. The short blonde jumped up onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he slid his tongue along hers. He grabbed her arse with one hand, finding her easy to carry as he snaked another around the nape of her neck and dominated their kiss. Walking her to the bed, he grinned as he saw that Fleur and Susan had already beaten him there and were making out next to where he laid Luna down.
"I think Susan has a thing for blondes," Harry thought to himself with a grin as he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down along the slender column of her neck, making her cry out in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck!" Hermione cried as Daphne buried her face between her breasts.
She had worn a bra, but somehow Tonks managed to undo it and pull it up along with her light sweater. The metamorph was behind her, planting hot kisses on her neck as Daphne kneaded and massaged her sensitive mounds. Looking over at Harry, she saw that he'd already undressed Luna completely and was kissing his way down along her soft, flat belly towards her visibly slick slit. Maybe her idea of having an orgy with all of the women they'd brought into their odd relationship wasn't so bad.
Harry kissed Luna's thighs, grinning at the whimper she let out when she realized that he wasn't going to go right for her wet pussy. He could smell her arousal and wanted desperately to bury his face between her thighs and drive her wild with his serpent tongue, but he enjoyed her cute little whimpers too much not to tease her a little.
"Please, Harry," Luna begged.
"Begging already?" Fleur asked, grinning over at the shorter blonde. "Just 'ow wet are you, Luna?"
"Dripping by the look of it," Harry replied before Luna could, pushing a finger inside her and pulling it out to show the dewy wetness clinging to it.
"Please," Fleur murmured, starting at his finger longing as Susan finished pulling her panties down to join her skirt and sweater on the ground.
Harry brought his finger to her lips and groaned softly as she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it clean of Luna's juices.
"Delicious," Fleur purred, giving Luna a lascivious look that she returned eagerly.
"Hmm, am I not enough to keep your attention?" Susan asked, pouting.
"More than enough, Susan," Fleur replied, sitting up and cupping one of the redhead's large, heavy breasts, making her shudder, "and I'm sure you're just as sweet. Now come sit on my face so I can be sure."
Harry grinned and looked over at Hermione, seeing her holding onto one of Tonks' legs as the two of them languidly rubbed their pussies on each other's thighs. Daphne was hovering just above the metamorph's face, looking impatient to lower her soaked cunt onto her face.
"That's it, Hermione," Tonks sighed. "Doesn't that feel nice?"
"Yeah," Hermione moaned softly as her clit was stimulated by the wonderfully soft skin.
"I believe you showed me a foot-long tongue earlier," Daphne murmured.
"It's still in here, Daphne," Tonks smirked. "Why don't you lower that gorgeous arse down here and let me see how much of you can take."
Daphne did just that and gasped immediately as she felt a long, prehensile appendage push its way inside her, brushing against all of her most sensitive spots as Tonks continued onward further and further until she reached the very back of her.
"Talk about feeling good," Hermione shuddered, recalling her own time with Tonks' tongue the night before.
"Holy shit!" Daphne cried, her eyes going wide in shock as sensations she'd have never imagined shocked her to her core. Looking over at her girlfriend, she found her locked in a passionate sixty-nine with Fleur and laughed under her breath. "Getting together with Harry and Hermione was one of the best decisions I've ever made."
She'd finish working on the marriage contract soon enough, and then she'd be set for everything she wanted. Her arsehole of a father wouldn't object to it, not with the kind of influence that he could ring out of connecting the family to Harry, and so she'd finally be able to secure her future with Susan. The fact that the sex with Harry was beyond incredible and that there were plenty of other, very beautiful girls who would be a part of their odd little family too only made things even better.
"Ha...Harry, you're being mean," Luna complained as his lips reached her right ankle for the second time.
"Hmm, I suppose you're right," Harry murmured, spreading her legs wide and staring at her leaking cunt.
Her pink folds glistened visibly, and the sheets under her were darkened by her fluids. Deciding that he'd tortured her enough, he didn't bother slowly kissing his way back towards her as he normally would have and quickly moved in until his face was right in front of her pussy before giving it a long lick.
"Mmm, Fleur was right about you tasting delicious," Harry sighed as she gasped and grabbed his head.
He looked over at the Veela and the redhead she was busy devouring for a moment, finding the pair of them locked together with their faces buried between each other's thighs. Turning back to Luna, he swirled his tongue around her throbbing little clit, making her cry out in pleasure, and he looked up at her face. He always enjoyed seeing his lovers come undone, losing themselves in the maelstrom of ecstasy that he plunged them into so easily. Pressing his tongue against her clit, he spoke a single word in parseltongue.
"Cum," he hissed and she came hard.
"HARRY!" Luna shrieked, her thighs clamping around his head as her back arched off the bed.
Harry continued speaking the language of the snakes against her sensitive flesh, driving her to greater and greater heights of pleasure as she writhed, convulsed, and continued to scream. Behind him, he thought that he heard Daphne scream, but with Luna's thighs still pressed against his ears, he couldn't be sure.
Backing away from Luna, he grinned at how unfocused and glassy her eyes were as she stared at him, panting for breath. The rapid rise and fall of her chest made her small, perky breasts stand out all the more, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning in and capturing one of her pale pink nipples with his lips.
"Fuck...me...please," she panted.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Harry chuckled, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her still-fluttering pussy.
In one long, smooth thrust, he buried his entire thick length inside her, making her moan loudly. As he started fucking Luna, he looked over at Hermione, seeing her with her face buried between Tonks' thighs, her own quim leaking so profusely that her thighs were slick.
"Fucking hell, you're good at that," Tonks sighed, reaching down to bury her fingers in the brunette's wild curls.
"Mmm, something they 'ave in common, mon amour," Fleur grinned, sitting up to grind her dripping cunt on Susan's face.
"Sue, you have to try being truly tongue-fucked," Daphne sighed, still curled up on her side and grinning from ear-to-ear as she recovered from her orgasm.
"I love my life," Harry sighed, turning back to Luna, who was already nearing another peak.
"We all...oh fuck...do," the blonde moaned. "We should...ugh...spend a week on...fuck...on an island together, all of us, just fucking to our...our heart's cont...FUCK!"
Luna screamed as she came again, and Harry picked up his pace further, pounding her tight little pussy hard as it spasmed around his length. She clawed at the sheets and thrashed wildly as pleasure beyond anything she ever dreamed of before they started sleeping together coursed through her entire body. On and on it went; a never-ending climax made her see stars. Her last conscious thought before it all became too intense was to wonder if it could be possible to cum forever.
Harry pulled his rock-hard length from Luna' gaping, still-spasming cunt and smiled warmly down at the unconscious, smiling blonde. Kissing her forehead, he turned to the others and saw that Hermione was still feasting on Tonks' pussy with her arse high in the air. He went over to them, pressing a finger against his lips when Tonks looked at him and leaned in to get a closer look at his girlfriend's sex. Seeing that it was soaking wet, he nestled his cock between her silky folds and, before she could turn to look at him, plunged inside to the hilt in one thrust.
"Fuck!" Hermione cried, her back arching at the sudden shock of pleasure. Tonks quickly pulled her face back in between her thighs.
"Please, I'm so close!" Tonks cried.
"She's not going to last long, Tonks," Harry warned her, already feeling Hermione's silky walls rippling along his length. "Try making your clit bigger. Give her something to suck on."
"Please do!" Hermione cried. "He won't fuck me until I make you cum."
"You know me so well, love," Harry chuckled.
Fleur let out a wordless, almost avian screech then, and Harry turned to see her writhing in pleasure atop Susan's face. The redhead was gripping her hips so tightly that he figured she'd leave bruises and hungrily was drinking down the Veela's fluids. As Fleur's orgasm ended, Susan helped her roll onto her side and was quickly joined by Daphne.
"Does she taste as good as she looks?" she asked.
"Why don't you come and find out?" Susan replied sultrily, crooking a finger and staring at her girlfriend with both mischief and lust in her eyes.
Daphne kissed her deeply, and soon the two of them were curled around each other, making out passionately next to the panting Veela.
"Oh fuck, just like that!" Tonks moaned as Hermione wrapped her lips around her enlarged clit and sucked on it. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't...GAHH!"
The metamorph's back arched off of the bed as she came, and Harry took that as his cue to start fucking Hermione properly. She was so wet that the squelching sounds created by his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy echoed all around them in a way that she would have found embarrassing if she wasn't already on the edge of ecstasy.
"Harder, faster!" Hermione screamed, throwing her plump arse back in time with his thrusts. "I love your fucking cockAHH!"
She came hard, and a geyser of fluid squirted from her spasming cunt, soaking his balls and the sheets below them. He pulled her back as she writhed in ecstasy, still fucking her hard even as her sweaty-soaked back pressed against his muscular chest. Reaching around her, he cupped her perky tits and pinched her hard nipples gently, enhancing her soul-searing pleasure. He buried his face in her mane of brown curls, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her shampoo and sweat, and held her tight as she passed out in his arms. He pulled out of her and picked up her limp form with ease before setting her next to Luna.
"Who's next?" he asked, turning to the others.
"Me!" Fleur exclaimed, looking excited.
"Oh no, you don't," Tonks chuckled. "I have something special in mind for you."
The metamorph leaned in and whispered something in her girlfriend's ear that made her eyes widen and her jaw drop. Fleur nodded eagerly and kissed her as Harry walked over to Susan and Daphne.
"Take us together," Susan grinned, "like this."
Without another word, she laid on top of Daphne, their large, heavy breasts pressed firmly together as she moved to make sure that their pussies were perfectly lined up.
"That sounds good to me," Daphne purred, kissing her girlfriend and spreading her legs wide under her.
Harry took in the sight of the two beauties and stroked his cock lightly, trying to decide who to fuck first.
"Since this was your idea," he whispered in Susan's ear as he made up his mind, making her shiver.
"Ah," Daphne pouted.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm more than able to fuck you both silly," Harry chuckled as he lined himself up with Susan.
"You really ARE!" Susan screamed as he buried himself to the hilt inside her with ease. "We should have done this years ago!"
"I think Hermione would have ripped our heads off back then," Daphne laughed. "She needed to learn for herself that no one woman could handle our god here."
"Please don't start calling me that," Harry groaned, making her laugh.
"It's true, though," Susan moaned. "You are a god, our god, our GOD!"
Harry shook his head at the thought and pulled his throbbing cock from her pussy and immediately buried himself to the hilt inside Daphne.
"Shit!" Daphne cried, wrapping her arms more tightly around Susan as her vision went white for a moment.
Harry fucked her hard and fast, not needing to build up to it at all, and probably wouldn't have needed to even if he were normal because she was soaking wet. For Daphne, this was perfect, as not only did she get to enjoy the sublime pleasure of being stretched to her absolute limit again and again by Harry's cock, but she could do so while burying her face in the crook of her beautiful girlfriend's neck and breathing in her scent. Her moans quickly turned into screams that broke Susan out of her stupor.
"Wha?" she asked blearily, taking a moment to realize what was happening. "Oh!"
Looking around at Harry, she saw him wink at her and she giggled before kissing a trail down along Daphne's neck.
"Back in the land of the...oh fuck...living?" Daphne moaned.
"It takes more than one mind-melting orgasm to knock me out, luv," Susan purred, kissing Daphne's pulse point and reaching down between them to rub her clit.
"SUSAN!" Daphne screamed, clinging to her girlfriend's body like she'd float away if she let go as her orgasm thundered through her.
Harry fucked her through her orgasm before switching to Susan, enjoying the fact that, by making sure that they didn't cum endlessly, he was able to draw things out with the pair of them. Behind him, he heard Fleur moaning and the slapping of flesh against flesh, but he was too focused on Susan and Daphne to spare them a glance. Switching back and forth let him fuck the pair of them longer than he would have been able to otherwise, but eventually, the pleasure became too much for them, and they passed out in each other's arms.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Fleur cried, sounding out of her mind with pleasure already.
Harry turned around, and his jaw dropped at the sight that greeted him. Tonks had, as she said she could the day before, grown a cock and was fucking Fleur from behind with it while the blonde clawed at the sheets in front of her, her face a picture of pleasure.
"Looks like we're the last ones standing, my little flower," Tonks purred as Harry moved towards them, his large cock bobbing as he went.
"I can't imagine I need to ask how you two got together," Harry chuckled.
"Blondie sought me out the night she arrived at Hogwarts, curious about my powers," Tonks grinned.
"Be ze end of...oh fuck...ze night, I was already 'ooked!" Fleur cried. "Mon dieu, you're so big!"
"Did you match mine?" Harry asked, mildly curious.
"Not quite," Tonks replied. "Though I plan to work up to it, it's less how big I am and how tight the hole I'm fucking is."
Without another word, she grabbed Fleur's shouldes and pulled her up, revealing that the Veela's pussy, which was leaking a veritable river of her fluids by then, was completely empty.
"Wait, you don't mean…" Harry trailed off as he realized what Tonks had whispered in her girlfriend's ear earlier.
"Let's make this little slut airtight," Tonks purred, cupping Fleur's breasts as she pressed her back against her own chest.
"Do it, 'Arry," Fleur begged, practically shaking with need. "Fuck my pussy while Dora reams my ass!"
Harry moved to her as quickly as he could, eager to find out just how much tighter having her arse stuffed would make Fleur's already perfect cunt. Wrapping an arm around both of them, he fisted his cock and lined himself up with Fleur's dripping quim before pushing forward. The Veela's beautiful blue eyes went wide as saucers as she felt the first few inches of his cock slip inside her. Tonks, who had gone still as Harry moved into position, groaned as she felt his cock brush against her through the thin barrier that separated her pussy and arse. Stuffed to her absolute limit, Fleur began shaking in their arms, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it.
"Fuck me," she whimpered, leaning her head back against Tonks' shoulder. "Fucking break me."
Harry moved first, pulling most of his cock from her almost painfully tight tunnel before thrusting back inside hard. Tonks pulled out as he thrust back in, and the two of them quickly found a rhythm together, making sure that Fleur didn't have at least one hole stuffed full for even a second. The Veela wrapped her legs around Harry's waist and stayed trapped between them as he and Tonks fucked her hard.
"Oui, oui, oui!" Fleur screamed, wishing in that moment that they'd never stop. Nothing had ever felt this good before.
"Merlin's balls, your arse is a sweltering vice," Tonks grunted, feeling her self-control starting to slip.
"So good, so GOOD, FUCK!" Fleur shrieked at the top of her lungs as she came hard.
Her pussy and arsehole spasmed around the cocks that were splitting her in half, and Tonks' thrusts began to grow more erratic as she felt her own orgasm fast approaching.
"We'll have to try this with me in her arse sometime," Harry grunted as she continued to cum. "She'll last way longer that way."
"Shit, Fleur!" Tonks groaned as she came, filling her tight arse with cum.
Figuring out how to actually get her body to grow balls had been a lot harder than just enlarging and desensitizing her clit, but her creampie-loving girlfriend had insisted, and he managed to pull it off eventually. As Harry continued to pound Fleur's pussy, Tonks pulled out of her arse and, after grabbing her wand and cleaning herself off, returned to her normal form. Fleur could last longer than normal girls with Harry, but eventually she also found it too intense to go on and passed out in his arms.
"Fuck, I'm actually close," Harry groaned as he carefully laid her down and pulled out of her pussy.
"I need a minute," Tonks panted, "but I can suck it."
Harry nodded, and Tonks quickly crawled over to him, groaning at the taste of her girlfriend's cunt and so many others on his length. As she bobbed her head up and down on his length, swallowing him to the root with ease, Harry sank his fingers into her purple locks and groaned. Looking around at the still-sleeping girls he'd spent much of the morning shagging, he smiled to himself. He knew that he should be mad at Sirius for taking such a stupid risk with him years prior and for lying to him about it for so long, but given the benefits that had come from the flute, he found that he couldn't exactly be that mad.
Harry looked down at the pile of exhausted, sweaty, unconscious women and felt a sense of pure satisfaction and pride. He headed into his bathroom and took a quick shower, knowing that they'd all likely be out of it for a little while longer. Once that was done and he was dressed again, he left his room and walked downstairs.
"Sirius?" he called out.
"Blood traitor master said to tell half-blood master that he went to the ministry," Kreacher croaked.
"Thanks, Kreacher," Harry said, more than used to the bizarre little gremlin after so many years.
He had hoped to speak with his godfather alone, but he figured that they'd have that talk later. As he sat down in front of the fireplace, he spotted the pan flute and picked it up. He wasn't lying earlier when he said that it didn't look familiar to him, but there was something about holding it in his hands that felt oddly right. Whether that was just him picking up on the enchantments on the instrument or something deeper and more profound, he couldn't say.
At first glance, it didn't look all that special, being made of reeds banded together, and it actually looked rather worn, but it felt different. The pan flute was very magical, and he could feel the energy of the multiple enchantments on it so well that he was surprised Fleur didn't all but demand to hold it earlier. She would have been able to pick up on it better than him.
"The fact that this thing looks worn at all likely means that it truly is ancient," Harry murmured to himself. "With the level of magic it's infused with, it should look brand new."
It was definitely interesting, and he could see why so many people had died over the years trying to use it. He hadn't, though, and apparently, even as a baby, he'd been able to use it without harm. The more he looked at it and ran his hands over it, the more it seemed oddly right, and before he realized what he was doing, he brought the flute to his lips.
He had never played a pan flute before that he could recall, but he found it easy enough to learn and soon started playing a simple melody. There were no green lights, as Sirius had described, and it seemed like nothing more than a simple instrument. As he continued playing it, he found it deeply relaxing, and soon enough, his mind started drifting. He was in a vast, verdant land, surrounded by trees that he was running through freely. Aside from an odd sense that something was missing, he felt entirely at peace and didn't notice at all as, back in reality, he set the pan flute down in his lap and began saying a single word over and over again.
