James Michael's home was as quiet as the night for anyone walking outside it. The old, rustic home was peaceful, still as water, with all the lights seemingly off. Many who saw might even assume it was abandoned if not for the state it was kept in.

The mansion was clean, with little to no sign of abandonment anywhere on it. Some who saw it might even want to step inside to call the place home for the night, but as soon as the doors opened, they would hear the sound of depravity and sexual desire. The spells on the house kept the noise down, leaving the place looking almost empty, but inside… It was alive with lust.

Right outside the front door were two women making love right there. Astoria was standing on shaky legs, moaning as Nessa kneeled down and pressed her face against her former lover's pussy. The house's maid pressed her tongue deep inside of Astoria's cunt, licking her up and down, listening to her moans and dripping from her own cunt.

Just past them were the Patil Twins. The two sisters were making out on a couch, as naked as the day they were born, happy to drag their tongues against the other in an epic battle for dominance. Of course, the two were only competing for third place at best.

They both knew who their Master was, and they both knew he had a favorite whore that stood above all the rest.

If one were to go to the staircase, they'd find Luna Lovegood lying at the base of them. She laid on a soft bed made of several cushions, left there by the owner of the house. Dried cum laid on her lip and on her breasts as her tongue slowly slithered out, gently licking at her plump lips as she dreamed of him once more.

She still had a ring on her finger, but her husband couldn't have been farther from her mind. He practically didn't exist anymore, which was the same for many of the wives that called this place home.

Finally, one could reach the bedroom at the top of the stairs. The door to James' room looked like any other, but inside, James sat with a few of his chosen whores and sluts.

Ginny Potter and her daughter, Lily Potter, were begging for their Master's attention. The two laid in bed, naked as could be, kissing whatever part of him they could. Their lips were painted dark shades of red, letting them leave marks on his flesh as they kissed his skin.

"Master," Ginny whimpered. "Please." She stared at his hard, throbbing cock, standing tall over as she licked up her drool. "Please, fuck my face. Take me and pound my ass. I'm yours. I'll be your dirty, MILF whore. Whatever you want. Please."

"Fuck you, you hag, bitch!" Lily spat, glaring at her own mother. Gone were the feelings of love and respect she was once burdened with. Now her mind was ready to belong only to her Master. Her- "Daddy, don't you want to fuck me? I'm way younger, and tighter than this bitch!" she spat, pushing Ginny, nearly tossing her off of the bed.

Lily crawled up his naked body as he laid on his bed, smiling as she kissed his chest several times. Her fingers slid along his muscles, panting weakly, breathing in the scent of his musk.

"Ahh, Master. You're so strong. Such a big, strong man," she cooed, drawing circles on his abs as she stared into his eyes. "Strong enough to snap my mother in two. Strong enough to fuck all of us dirty, horny sluts… That's why you're the only man who deserves a harem like this!"

James chuckled at her sweet talk, and he watched as she leaned in to kiss his lips. He didn't even bother to close his eyes as Ginny grabbed Lily's hair, pulling on it and forcing her daughter to fall off the bed.

"Ahh! Mom! You bitch! Let me go!"

"You had your turn! I want Master's cum in me now!"

"You're an insatiable whore!" Lily spat, and James chuckled at the pot and kettle. "Let go!"

"What rudem little bitches," a voice commented. Susan Bones, the Minister of Magic, sat on Janes' bed. She wore lingerie that hugged her huge tits against her chest, and she licked her lips as she stared into her Master's eyes. "Perhaps you need a real woman, Master? One to humiliate? One with actual power…?"

Susan leaned forward to kiss his lips, and he returned the gesture, feeling her large breasts pressing against his chest as his hands slid along her back. He squeezed her ass as she laid on top of him, standing like a dog, eagerly kissing his face and trading spit as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

He kissed back, of course, soon dominating her mouth as his tongue pushed hers back. He slid his tongue over her teeth and along the inside of her cheek as his hands grabbed at her clothes. He tore the lingerie off of her body, leaving her bare tits free to slide against his body, gently poking at her with hard nipples.

"I'm the Minister of Magic," she panted, her hot breath stroking his ear. "And here you are, dominating me. What would everyone say if they saw the leader of the Wizarding World riding your huge, fat cock? Groping her tits and begging for your cum?" she whimpered, shuddering as his knee brushed against her pussy.

"They'd probably beg to join in," James replied, before he gently smacked Susan's ass. He felt her pussy juices spilling onto his knee as she lunged forward, kissing him, grinding her body against it.

Some would think Susan was the prize jewel of James' crown. That she was his right hand woman. They would be wrong. Susan was definitely one of his favorite sluts that he had broken in, after all, she had the biggest rack of any of his lovers, but Susan was third place at best.

He pinched the hard nipples of the Minister of Magic, suckling on her tongue, before a gentle hand touched his shoulder. Then he pushed Susan back, letting her fall onto the bed with a needy whimper as he looked at his true right hand woman. His favorite lover.

Hermione Granger-Weasley smiled back at him, bowing her head as her beautiful face was framed by her curly, brunette locks. She was wearing a bathrobe, one that dragged on the floor due to the fact that it was his bathrobe.

James chuckled at the sight of her, admiring the pink lipstick she was wearing as she leaned down to kiss his lips. He kissed back, and while this kiss lacked the fiery passion of the last, it was no less real.

He kissed her more gently, with more genuine love in his heart than most would ever experience. His hand cupped one of her breasts. Large, but not gigantic. That was fine, because James found more beauty in her than his over-stuffed cow, Susan.

The two kissed like husband and wife as her arms wrapped around his head, holding him as he gently pulled her onto the bed. Their lips continued to gently smack and peck at one another as Hermione moaned.

"I love you," she whispered. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long for me."

James thought back to when they were young. When he had to see her waste her life with Ron and Harry. James hated those years, but it was all worth it to have Hermione in his arms now, in love with him and him alone.

"Someone's been having fun," she teased, stroking her hands over his chest.

"Well, I had to keep myself warmed up for you," he replied, gently smacking her butt, earning a quiet moan.

"Promises, promises. I hope you can still fuck me after you have fun with that dirty cow," she cooed.

"Hey! Only Master gets to call me that," Susan frowned, crawling on the bed closer to her Master. "I-ahhh!" Susan trembled, feeling Hermione grab her nipple and squeeze it. She gave it a strong twist, all while pinching it.

Pain and pleasure shot through Susan's body as Hermione twisted her nipples. She cried out, before Hermione kissed her lips, silencing her lewd moans and cries. The two made out for a moment, before the brunettes looked at James with hungry smiles.

"Fuck me, Master," Susan pleaded. "Please, fuck your big, dirty cow! I still think about you fucking me in front of the entire Ministry! Showing everyone what a cock hungry whore I am as I scream out your name and you pump me full of your cum!"

Hermione was about to open her mouth to beg for the same, before Ginny moved forward. "No! Fuck me! Please! I'm an insatiable slut for you! You can smack me around as you fuck me! I'm all yours!"

And Lily was soon there to stand beside her own mother, panting, near drooling. "No, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your baby girl! I'm all yours! I'll be your horny, dirty slut! I'm so young compared to these aged up old hags! You can spend years just driving down into the depths of depravity!"

The girls continued to fight for his attention, screaming and barking with lust and desire, but one woman stood higher than all the rest. James looked at Hermione with a knowing grin as she peeled the robes off of her body and let them fall onto the floor.

"Oh, Master," Hermione moaned. "I love you. Thank you for saving me from that loveless marriage. Thank you for setting my family and I free. Your kindness knows no bounds. I wish I had realized it sooner. Maybe then you and I could have fucked the nights away back then. We could have fucked all throughout the walls of Hogwarts. Mmhm, I regret those years so much. I never should have wasted my time with Ron and Harry…"

She moved a little closer, nearly kissing his lips as she stared into his eyes. "Because I love you."

And that was what won her the chance to be fucked by their Master. The other women groaned as Hermione and James kissed, knowing what was about to happen. Still, they didn't try to stop it. They knew this was simply the natural order of things.

James pushed Hermione down onto his bed, pushing her face first into the soft mattress as she lifted her ass into the air. She wiggled it back and forth, moaning out his name as his hands explored her body. He slid his fingers over her, gently stroking her soft skin, before his hand smacked her ass, letting it jiggle as she moaned.

"Oh, Master…!"

Ginny, Lily, and Susan all watched as James grabbed Hermione's hips and slammed his cock into her warm and waiting pussy. He wasted no time, pounding her cunt and letting the bed shake under them as he rammed his shaft into her again and again.

She squealed in pleasure, her eyes nearly rolling into her skull as he fucked her. Her hands clung to the sheets, gripping them tightly as he moved his hips. His balls slapped against Hermione's body several times, filling the air with each blow, and, of course, her moans and screams of pleasure.

The two made love with passion and desire as James reached a hand down. He slid it down her smooth back, before he grabbed her brunette locks and pulled, making her arch her back as his cock slammed into her.

Globs of precum filled her pussy as she screamed in ecstasy, her tits bouncing with each thrust. The bulbous head of his dick slid against her inner walls, pressing down on different sensitive regions as she mewled and moaned in pleasure.

"Ahh! Yes, yes, fuck, James! Harder! I love you! I love you! I-ahhh!" she screamed, already on the verge of orgasming as her pussy quivered around his shaft.

James pushed her to her limit. Despite being his most favorite lover, she didn't know how to hold back her own orgasm for long. That was a testament more in regards to James' skill than Hermione's lack thereof, but regardless.

It didn't take long for her to come to a squealing, mewling orgasm. She came on his shaft, and her pussy juices sprayed out onto the bed and onto James' crotch. His balls and dick twitched for a moment, and Hermione could feel his dick trembling inside of her, before he shot a load of cum deep within her body.

He came inside of her, emptying another load of his semen deep within her womb as a sound interrupted their lovely moment. A knock on the door.

"Ugh, I hope someone else gets that," Hermione groaned, whimpering as her pussy juices stained the bed. "More, James. Please, Master. I-"

"Sorry, Hermione." He spanked her ass, leaving her wanting more as he pulled out. His cum squirted out of her, mixed with her own juices as he pulled away. "Figure I might as well. I've been in this room all day," he laughed, enjoying the look of neediness in Hermione's eyes. "I'll be right back," he swore, grabbing one of his robes and a shirt.

He tossed them on with ease, before he left his horny sluts behind to go answer the door. He walked downstairs, careful not to step on any of the many women laying on the floor. He almost chuckled at the sight as he came to the main entrance, hearing the loud, insistent knocking once more.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

James approached the door, holding his hand out to turn the knob, only for a blast to suddenly throw the door off its hinges. James' eyes widened and he quickly scrambled out of the way, barely dodging the large wooden slab and the flying splinters that flew with it.

It nearly smashed into one of his whores, but Nessa pushed them out of the way, saving their life as James turned his head to the intruder. He almost couldn't believe it. He saw the familiar face of the Boy Who Lived, the one who inspired James to take things as far as they had gone…

"Harry," James nearly spat out the word. He glared at the young man as he walked forward through the hole he had made in James' home. It was clear from his stance that he was pissed, tightly holding onto his wand as James glared at him.

Harry held up his hand, firing another spell that James nearly dodged out of the way. He growled, grinding his teeth as he tried to move back, only for another spell to throw James back. He had dodged it for the most part, but even being grazed was enough to push him back.

He fell into the living room, where some of his slaves were. They gasped at his arrival, rushing to help him, only to scramble back as Harry walked into the living room, wand at the ready.

The young man's rage was swept away for a moment as he saw the familiar faces of his friends and family. "Ginny? Lily?" His wife and daughter stared at him with fear and hate in their eyes.

Then he saw Hermione and Susan, his best friend and even his boss, the Minister of Magic, just… standing there. The four were naked, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum, both their own and James. They were staring at him like he was a monster.

"What has he done to you?!" Harry snarled, glaring at James.

"What are you doing, Potter?" James growled, glaring at the man. "You attack me, break into my home, you-"

"Shut the hell up!" Harry spat. "You did this! I know what you've done!" James raised his brow as he held up his hands, glaring back at his old rival. "I didn't think you could, but… Pansy Parkinson sent me a letter. It explained everything."

James groaned at that bit of news. He remembered Miss Parkinson. She must have sent a letter to Harry Potter in case something happened to her, which did, of course. He broke her into his slut like he had so many other women.

He'd have to punish her later. If any of his harem got hurt by Potter, he'd tear Pansy in two…

"I received the letter just a week ago…"

"And it took you this long to find me? Guess you aren't as smart as everyone thinks," James chuckled as Harry glared at him.

"Shut up! The letter had a picture of all the missing women. Naked, and in a… a…" Harry's face turned red as he tried to say the word. He looked down, before glaring at James again. He opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by his daughter.

"Let me guess? An orgy? Ha! Daddy, he's so pathetic!" Lily giggled, pointing and mocking Harry. The dark-haired man's eyes widened at his own daughter's cruel words. "You pathetic loser! You're so lame!"

"Master, catch!" Ginny held up James' wand, throwing it to him. Harry's eyes widened as James caught it, before he aimed it at the intruder.

"Ginny, no!"

"Don't stop, Potter! I want to know how you found out about my little secret," James growled, glaring at his opponent.

The two aimed their wands at one another as the women began to huddle together, continuing to treat Harry like he was the devil himself.

"Protect us, Master!"

"Kill him, James! Please!"

"Go away, Harry!" they barked.

Harry glanced at them, trying to hold back tears, and he quickly focused back on James, blocking an attack. "The letter had the missing women! Naked! As your fucking slaves!"

"Must have pissed you off," James commented.

"It did," Harry replied. "But it also gave me the clue I needed to find out what had happened to them." He fired another spell, but this time James easily blocked it. "A statue in the background. Commissioned for the Gryffindor survivors from the battle against Voldemort."

"I went to each and every member still alive. I looked for the one who had the same background as the photo," Harry grunted, barely blocking a spell that James fired at him. "You're the last."

"Took you long enough," James mocked.

"Now release the women you captured! Surrender! Or else there won't be enough of you left to throw into Azkaban," Harry hissed, firing another spell that was blocked by James.

The battle was ready to escalate, but suddenly the two lowered their wands as one woman ran between the two. Susan Bones held her ground, and even though she was naked, her tits still sticky with her Master's cum, the other girls' saliva, and her own sweat, she tried to speak with dignity and poise.

"Stop! Stop! Harry, stop this at once! Now!"

"Me?! Susan, what are you talking about?! Look around! Look at what James has done!" he shouted, glaring at the taller man.

"He has done nothing wrong!" Susan shot back, stepping towards him. She stood with him, clinging to his arm and gently kissing his shoulder. "All of the women reported missing are here willingly. THey're here because they love James, like me."

Hearing those words was like a stab to the heart for Harry. James could see the man's pain, and his pathetic attempt to hide it as he shook his head. "No. No! That's not true!My daughter wouldn't-"

"She would! She's not a child anymore, Harry! She's free to make her own choices, just like your wife! All of the women here can leave whenever they want, if they so choose, but we all stay here with James because he makes us happy. We love him. I love him!"

"Liar!" Harry shouted, before he turned his eyes towards James, glaring at him. "You did this! You did something to them, t-to bewitch them into thinking they could ever love you!"

"The Minister of Magic is right, Harry," James replied. "Are you really trying to argue with your boss?"

"Shut up!"

"You're the one refusing to listen, don't blame me for your wife finding love in another. For your daughter choosing me as her husband. They came to me," James grinned, knowing his words were stabbing at Harry's very soul.

"That's not true!" he argued, and he turned his head to look at his family, silently begging for them to side with him, to fight back against James. He found Ginny and Lily gone, though, having run out of the room to help the other women escape to the guest house at the back. "W-where are they?"

"Running away from you!" James replied, firing a spell that sent Harry stumbling back, his robes tearing from the force of the spell. He barely defended himself from it as he glared at James.

Harry held up his wand, aiming it at Susan. "Get away from him, Susan! I can help you!" he declared, casting a spell to try and pull the woman back towards him. The spell pulled on Susan, only to be canceled out as Hermione casted her own.

A defensive spell that left Harry's magic useless against Susan and herself. Harry's eyes widened as he stared at Hermione, his best friend. She glared at him, wand in hand as she motioned Susan back to her.

"Stay here, Susan. Let Master take care of this trash."

"No, Hermione, it's me! Harry! Your friend! Ron, h-he… He's your husband. He misses you, you-"

Another spell. This one nearly threw Harry to the ground as he stumbled, barely catching himself. He stood back up, glaring at James as Hermione licked her glistening lips.

"Get him, James!" she shouted, cheering her lover on. "I know you can. He's pathetic without anyone to do the work for him. I have absolute faith you will destroy him!" Hermione declared, a fact that Susan was more than happy to agree with as Harry felt tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

"Hermione, stop! W-what you're saying is, it's… Harry rubbed his head as his eyes bounced between James and her. "It's insane!"

"I'll tell you what's insane. Being married to that turd, Ron Weasley. I'm glad I left him, Harry. I'm sure he stays up at night, jerking his tiny dick to the thought of me, but I despise him. I hate him! He's too much of a stupid pig to ever have earned my heart!"

"I will never go back to him! I love James. I always have! Even when I was with Ron, I wished I was with James! I love him! And I hate you!" Hermione shouted, and she might as well have shot several spells out at Harry.

The damage was the same as Harry stared at her, tears falling down his face. Then he looked at James and with a mad rage, he began to attack, firing spell after spell at him. His mind snapped with rage and long buried emotions, leaving Harry unable to do anything but throw attack after attack at James, who played defensively, blocking each attack with grace and skill.

Harry fought with the skill one would expect from a man of his renown. He fired several spells in quick succession, trying to overpower or outmaneuver James, but each attack failed to make its mark. James had a defense for every attack, a counter for every blow, and to make matters worse, Hermione's words were ringing through Harry's head.

Did Hermione really think so lowly of her own husband? Was she really happier with James? Did she want James even back then when they were young? His mind betrayed him as he thought of Hermione in James' arms, mewling in pleasure, crying out as Harry ground his teeth.

The truth was plain as day, even if Harry fought and denied it. He had always seen Hermione as his closest friend. Whether there was something more there or not, he was content to ignore, especially if Hermione was with Harry's other best friend…

But did Harry ever have a shot back then? If he had wanted to…? Or would Hermione have gone to James instead? Was she meant to be with James? Was-

James' spell hit Harry, and the dark-haired wizard was sent back. He skidded against the ground, grinding against it as his own robes were torn against the floor. He groaned in pain, roaring in a bloody rage as he tried to counter James' offense.

The battle was fierce. James did his best to make it look easy, to beat Harry in a game of mind and magic, but he had to be careful. Harry was lost in a fit of jealousy, rage, and madness. It made his attacks clumsy, but powerful.

A lesson that nearly cost James his life as one spell nearly tore his face off of his skull. He was hit with a spell that nearly ended it all, were it not for a defensive charm Hermione had taught him some weeks ago. While he was still able to fight, James now sported a deep cut over his right eye and several gashes and burns along his body.

It was like someone had attacked him with newly forged swords, blades still caught from the fires that made them. He did his best to give as hard as Harry did, taking a small amount of pleasure for every blow he delivered upon Harry's body.

James' family home was destroyed in the ensuing fight. The spells the two threw ended up decimating James' home. It had stood for hundreds, possibly even thousands of years, made from the ground up by his ancestors, and now it was barely standing.

The roof was almost gone entirely. Many of the walls were destroyed. Old paintings of his forefathers laid in ruins at James and Potter's feet as the former's harem watched from outside. They stared at the wreckage with heavy hearts.

The place they had called home for the last several months was up in smoke. A fire was slowly consuming it as walls were blown out as spells obliterated what little remained. In the end, though, there could only be one victor and one man quite simply wanted it more.

With one final spell, Harry was slammed into the remains of a wall, his body smashed against the surface as his wand fell out of his hand. The crushing force pressing him against the wall made him cry out in pain, unable to even think of a spell to free himself. James slowly approached him, panting as he stood in the tattered remains of his clothes.

Harry reached out his hand, using all of his will to try and reach out to his wand. Perhaps some small part of James respected the fight in him, but honestly, what happened next would live on as one of James' happiest memories… outside his harem.

He fired a spell at Harry's fallen wand, and the Boy Who Lived watched as his precious wand, his ally for dozens of years, exploded into countless pieces, littering the floor with the remains of James' home.

"Seems we both lost something today, Potter," James spat with venom and amusement, before he cast another spell down on Harry. Rope appeared from nowhere, slithering through the air like a swarm of snakes, and they began to wrap around Harry's body, restraining him with ease.

"Petrificus Totalus!" James shouted, firing another spell that left Harry frozen. A full binding curse to ensure Harry couldn't move a muscle. "Harry Potter," he groaned, clutching his burned chest, trying to ignore the pain that lingered. "For your crimes of-"

"C-crimes?!" Harry groaned, a fact that was quickly corrected as James intensified the spell.

"For your crimes of assault, destruction of private property, intent to murder not only myself, but the Minister of Magic, Susan Bones, you are to be sentenced to… one hell of a punishment," he growled.

James pulled back a fist and drove it forward. He took great pleasure in slamming his fist into Harry's face, breaking the man's iconic glasses and knocking him out with one blow. James let out a sigh, staring at his bloody knuckles as he dropped the Boy Who Lived onto the ground.

"Is it over?" a voice finally asked, and James turned his head to find Hermione staring at him and the defeated body of her former best friend. James nodded his head, holding a hand out to Hermione as she ran to him.

"Never scare me like that again, do you understand me?!" she shouted, huffing as she held her wand over James' body, slowly using it to mend his many wounds. "I have half a mind to toss a few spells your way as punishment," she confessed, trying to lighten her voice to a more carefree tone.

Her concern was obvious, though, even as James groaned from the feeling of his wounds healing. He let out a small laugh, smiling at his darling lover. "I promise, my love. I'd be too scared to ever die. Knowing you, you'd bring me back to life just to kill me again."

"Well, that's certainly a start," she replied, leaning closer to kiss his cheek, leaving a small mark on his skin that stood in heavy contrast to the ash, blood, and dust that covered him.

He kissed the top of her head, before he looked around. His home, the one he had known ever since he was born, was destroyed now. Gone in this war he had started with Harry Potter.

"Got a lot of work ahead of us," he muttered.

"We'll make it work. All of us. You'll never be alone, James," Hermione smiled, leaning closer once more to kiss his lips.

He kissed back, content to enjoy the feeling of his tongue against hers, but as they kissed, he opened one of his eyes. He stared at Harry's unconscious body, and he grinned. He continued to kiss Hermione as his heart burned with excitement.

Oh, the things he had planned for the Boy Who Lived… It was time for Harry Potter's story to come to an end.