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When Harry Potter is the only responsible person in his family, he has to take charge of organizing vacations. For the winter break, his sister Rose and her friends wanted a place that had stunning views, good service, the ability to use magic, a pool, and a jacuzzi. Harry found a property that met all their requirements, and it was worth thousands of gold coins from their shared treasure. Although Harry preferred a modest cottage on the slopes, he had to accommodate Rose and her friends' picky taste. Harry's aunt was also choosy when it came to accommodation, albeit in a more subtle way.
Money can buy many things, including pleasures, but it rarely solves a person's problems in life. This was an absolute truth in Harry's life, if not in the lives of many people around him. The Potter and Black families' money provided him with an excellent education and allowed him to travel to places he never imagined seeing. But when Harry came of age to reach for the rings of the Potter and Black heirs, their finances were in chaos.
Harry hesitated to take the reins because he didn't want to exceed his authority, but Bellatrix, his stepAunt, insisted. Her family came from ancient money, most of which was stored in trusts and investments spread over a hundred years of purchases. A brief investigation revealed that her accountants had been cheating her since the death of the last Lord Black, and her lawyers were untrustworthy.
Then Harry hired the top-tier Tonks law firm to review the documents and search every financial and stock certificate. The costs were exorbitant, but they paid off tenfold. Harry wasn't of legal drinking age at the time, so his aunt attended most of the sessions. She didn't understand much of it, but she trusted Harry more than anyone else and signed where he instructed her to.
It was too much responsibility for a boy to bear, so Harry used Hogwarts as an escape to disappear. He didn't party or lead a wild social life, but he formed a small circle of wonderful friends and discovered that his early interest in investing and money was still alive and well. After a broken relationship, Harry applied for an internship program at the ministry and waited for a response when Rose insisted on a "mountain vacation."
The house that Harry chose for his family was only forty minutes outside the city and had its own lift that took them to the top of a kilometer-long ski trail that ended back at the house. It was a steep price, but because Harry's sister Rose was known as the girl who survived, the owner promised to cut him a deal if she and her friends published an interview and photos of the house at least once. Harry was confident they would, so they packed up.
Harry's aunt was excited to spend the next two weeks buried in her alcove with her books. For years, she had claimed she wanted to write a book on dueling, and now was the time."
"You should also bring your skis," Harry said as she loaded her bag into the car. "Looks like we'll be getting some fresh powder, and you know you'll want to hit the slopes a few times while we're up there."
"Maybe," she muttered, frowning slightly. "But they'll distract me from writing." Plus, I don't want to get in the way of your fun."
"Do you really think I'll have a good time with Rose and her friends?" Harry was careful not to raise his voice, so his sister in the room directly above the garage wouldn't hear. "They're image-obsessed, immature girls who think I'm a loser because I don't spend every weekend getting blackout drunk."
"They're just young," Harry's Aunt said, waving her hand. "I agree that your sister takes the whole show thing way too seriously, but there won't be too many chances for you two to bond. Rose will be done with Hogwarts and out of the nest in a few years... You'll be going off to your internship soon and getting married eventually."
Her voice had a pause in it that made Harry look up from where he was packing the luggage in the back of their Ministry-issued car. He noticed a spark of anger on her face before she dismissed it and smiled through thick, red lips.
"Let's just make the best of this situation, okay?"
"Okay, but bring your skis and promise me you'll spend at least one day on the slopes with me."
Her smile was genuine, and she nodded in agreement. "Deal."
"Deal on what?" Rose's distinct voice cut through the intimate moment like a hot knife through butter. Harry turned to the side and tried to ignore what she said next. "Is the loser bringing his ugly ex?" You said we could only invite friends!"
"Rose!" Harry's Aunt gave her only daughter a stern look, and Harry noticed his sister's relief at being scolded. "If you're not careful, you won't be bringing any friends to the cabin, and you should thank Harry for making it all possible." The residence boasts an infinity jacuzzi that overlooks its own private valley, according to the pictures."
"Really?" The surprising joy in Rose's voice shouldn't have made Harry feel so warm, and he tried to ignore it as he began stowing skis and boards in the roof rack.
"Really. Bring your bags down now. We're leaving in an hour. It's a long drive."
"Fleur and Daphne are on their way, but I was wondering if we could leave tonight?" Fifteen hours in a car would be hell, but Harry was hoping they could sleep most of the way –"
"We need to leave now or we'll get caught in the storm," Harry replied, ignoring Rose's irritation in the back of his throat as soon as he spoke up. "Unless you want to drive the whole way?"
Before Harry's younger sister could groan from upstairs, he got a tongue and middle finger thrown at him. Harry's Aunt chuckled quietly, making sure to hush her so Rose wouldn't hear. His sister was sensitive enough about failing her driver's test seven times and still lived in fear of having to drive with anyone she knew.
"This will be fuuun," Harry muttered, sarcastically stretching out the last word as he rolled his eyes.
"Why don't we use a Portkey?" Harry asked.
"But Switzerland is so heavily secured with protective layers that even using Portkeys is difficult near their borders," Aunt replied, raising an eyebrow in a way that surprised Harry. He almost tripped over the door frame he was leaning on.
"Aunt!" Harry exclaimed, feeling his cheeks warm as he noticed a twinkle in her eye.
"I'm just saying... those are beautiful girls," she said, turning around to go back inside, and Harry saw her own cheeks flush. "And you're a charming young man with plenty to offer... It never hurts to keep your options open." Harry was ready to tell her that the obnoxious, immature friends of his sister were the last ladies he'd be thinking of in that way, but the lie wouldn't come out of his mouth, and Aunt noticed the expression on his face. "Make sure you turn off the lights before you back out of the driveway." "I'll double check at home."
When the girls arrived, Harry felt uneasy and awkward, struggling to help them with their bags and skis. He knew both of them from school, although Fleur had only briefly appeared at the Triwizard Tournament, while Daphne was in his year at Slytherin. Despite the inter-house politics or even differences in schools, they all easily connected as if drawn together like magnets, dominating the school even when they were too young for Harry to see them in that light. Now, as older teenagers, and if one was a red-blooded male, they couldn't be ignored.
Harry Potter was almost as tall as Fleur. She was hyperactive, great at Quidditch, and a Slytherin prefect. His sister would have marked her as a nerd if not for her stunning blond beauty. Daphne wasn't as tall or as busty as Fleur, but she was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen, except for his sister. She was the perfect blend of her Veela blood, with beautiful light blond hair and charming features. Harry's sister and Daphne were the driving forces behind their growing reputation. With his sister's magical prowess and Daphne's fashion sense, Harry was sure they would have thousands of people wanting to know everything about them until the end of Hogwarts. He wouldn't tell them that. Their heads were already big enough.
Stuffing the girls in the backseat was painful, but Aunt was so absorbed in making sure she had everything that she was useless. Harry had to threaten Rose with leaving before she sat down and swore she wouldn't jump out for one more thing.
Finally, they were on the road and settled in for a long journey. Aunt offered to drive for him, but Harry had spent enough time with her to know they'd be safer with him, exhausted, than her worrying about every semi-truck passing them on the highway.
Harry achieved a fantastic time, and thanks to the magically expanded tanks in the Land Rover, they only had to stop twice before entering Switzerland, and only for the girls to use the restroom. He felt relieved when he exited the highway and took smaller roads up into the mountains, but by that time, it was already dark, and he didn't have the views he was hoping for. When they passed a small village outside the valley, the girls and Aunt quickly fell asleep.
The sign indicated that the town had only twenty-seven people, which made sense considering the shop, bar, and hair salon were the only businesses Harry saw. The ladies wanted an isolated place, and this was the closest thing they could find, apart from buying their own island, which Harry immediately dismissed as a ridiculous expense.
As he drove up the only highway in the valley, Harry was uneasy. He wasn't worried about the steep slopes on either side or being cut off from everything but satellites. The fact was that he noticed a bus full of guys leaving the pub, and even though Rose and her friends were sleeping soundly, he knew that one random glance at the backseat could lead to problems.
When no headlights appeared in the rearview mirror, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and easily ascended the single-lane road. The entire property was brand new, and he liked the freshly paved road, despite the proximity to steep mountains on both sides. It was difficult to maneuver in the dark, and he was sweating by the time they reached the driveway.
"Are we finally here?" Rose asked as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"He's here," Harry replied as he parked the car next to the house.
They couldn't see much in the dark, so Rose and Fleur pulled out their wands and cast a quiet Lumos, and they began searching for the front door. As Harry pushed open the back door and started taking out the stack of luggage and bags that the girls packed, his Aunt was still untangling herself from cables and blankets she wrapped herself in during the long journey.
"Look, it's snowing!" one of them exclaimed.
Harry lifted his head and hunched over to look at the front window, where his Aunt pointed to a large droplet slowly dissolving. The excitement was short-lived, as another large flake landed on his neck, and the cool drop trickled down his back.
"Rose and the girls are turning on the lights. I'll send them to help you with the luggage."
"Take this with you," Harry urged, taking the bag and the tote from her.
Aunt stopped next to him and pulled on her woolen hat, smiling at him. It was hard not to recognize in her what many men had seen. She was an innocent, slender beauty, with beautiful cherubic cheeks, huge light blue eyes, and pure white skin framed by thick blue-black hair. She could pass for Rose's older sister, except that she had recently gained weight, which went straight to her hips and breasts.
"I just wanted to say..." she said, looking at him. Even when she froze, the white flakes falling on her long lashes made Harry's heart melt. "I'm glad we escaped from all of this for a few weeks. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and I promise to make it up to you."
"It's okay. I'm glad we escaped too."
"You miss her, don't you?" she said, her face sad as she placed her hand on his chest. The snow was falling heavily and Harry wasn't used to it, but it only served to emphasize how warm she felt against him.
"Who, Hermione?"
It had been a month since the breakup and, to be honest, Harry hadn't thought much about her since that terrible weekend. Aunt misunderstood his expression as a guilty conscience about how easily he left.
"As I said... this is a small place for you kids," she added, squeezing him tighter with each syllable. "Maybe you'll meet someone who can help you cope with it."
Harry Potter wasn't surprised that Aunt would say something like that. She was always in embarrassing situations or putting her foot in her mouth. What his body did in reaction surprised him. Maybe it was the long car journey and the inability to relieve himself for longer than a day, or maybe it was the feeling of her large breasts pressing against his torso. In any case, her eyes opened almost simultaneously with his attempt to pull away, and for a few seconds, he thought she was following him with her hips, although perhaps his quick retreat threw her off balance.
Aunt grabbed him by the arm and hips as she fell into him, saving herself from the cold, wet concrete. Her face pressed into his jeans for a terrible minute, and he felt a hot shame wash over him as the length of her cheek rubbed against the thickness of his leg. Afraid of her reaction, he stiffened, but she caught herself and stood up on shaky legs. "Are you okay?" Harry slowly shook off his embarrassment as Fleur's words pierced his embarrassment and helped Aunt to her feet. "Or am I interrupting something?"
"She just slipped," he said, turning to Aunt to offer her comfort.
He noticed the strangest reaction on her face. Instead of humiliation or shame, her expression was filled with pure joy. She only regained her composure after he stood there staring at her for a while. She nodded in agreement, quickly blinking, and added weakly: "I must have stepped on some black ice... I was in shock when I saw myself on it... So I think I'll go to sleep now. It was a long and exhausting journey. Harry, don't stay out in the cold too long, or you'll catch a cold."
Aunt caressed his cheeks before moving over to Fleur and Rose, who hugged their jackets as she moved to the back of the car.
"What's her deal?" Rose asked. "What is she doing, staring at me?"
"Forget about her," Harry muttered as he slung Rose's bag over his shoulder. "We need to move quickly before everything gets soaked."
Rose and Fleur looked up at the deepening snow and without hesitation began to help. Fleur's heavy lifting surprised Harry as she carried almost as much as he did. Meanwhile, Rose and Daphne were solely focused on their luggage.
Harry's aunt assisted with the grocery list as she was the family cook and maintained a flawless kitchen. When Harry and Fleur emptied the chilled coolers and boxes into the fridge and pantry, he couldn't help but wonder how Rose and Fleur became friends.
He met Fleur on the first day of the Triwizard Tournament. She was the only one who was nice to him and didn't judge him for being a Veela, Fleur shared with Harry, shrugging and chuckling self-deprecatingly. "When you're dealing with aggressive females like me, you appreciate girls who make an effort. Rose has always been like that. She doesn't show it, but she's the first to help disabled children or volunteer for an ungrateful task."
"Why are you defending her?" Harry asked, pleased with Fleur's kind words. "You don't even have to sell her to me."
"I don't know," Fleur replied, her cheeks slightly flushed. "I never had a brother, but I have a younger sister, and I watch you two fight... Maybe you wouldn't talk down to her if you didn't think she was an airhead materialistic. And she wouldn't lash out at you and say anything hurtful."
"I don't talk down to Rose," Harry argued, but Fleur's direct gaze stopped him in his tracks. He recognized that Fleur possessed insight that he couldn't refute. It was hard for him to admit it, but he sometimes teased Rose.
"How do I fix this?" Harry asked, taking a deep breath.
Fleur surprised him with her suggestion. She gestured upward to where Rose and Daphne were unloading, a satisfied smile on her face. "You may have chosen this location, but Rose had floor plans emailed to her from the architect," Fleur said, and Harry looked at her in surprise. "She knows more about this house than the owners do. Let her give you a tour and be the expert for a change."
"Good," Harry shrugged. "Is that all there is to it? It seems rather simple."
"Girls are quite simple," Fleur said to Harry. "Make us feel noticed and beautiful, and you'll become the next Adonis."
Harry laughed. "Is that all there is to it? If so, you should tell that to some of the guys I know who've been caught in the friend zone."
"Well," murmured Fleur, her blush deeper than usual. "If Rose and Daphne are to be believed, they only get friend-zoned when they're... you know." She made a small gesture with her fingers and thumb, and Harry laughed, shaking his head as his chuckles abruptly faded.
"Unfortunately, that's not always the case. When faced with rejection, girls are more prone to feeling scared and coming up with stories to mask their humiliation. And male teasing is much worse -"
"Come see how the snow is piling up!" Rose burst into the kitchen, taking Harry and Fleur by the hands and pulling them onto the tiny staircase. "This place is a maze. Do you see that square window, Harry? It's called merciless."
"Really?" "That's cool," Harry replied, truly delighted that Rose recognized it right away. As they squeezed through the staircase, Fleur winked and smiled over her shoulder at Rose.
Since arriving, Harry hadn't seen much of the mansion. He'd been in the kitchen unpacking their food for the next few weeks, aside from the empty entrance with a well-made wooden bench. Rose was right that the area was a maze, especially in the dark.
The tiny staircase led to a small corridor filled with shelves of books. The shelves rose high above various dry and canned goods, and Harry was eager to stay and see what the owners had. His little sister, however, was persistent, and Fleur's sharp eyes watched, so he followed them without hesitation.
They found themselves on a large balcony that wrapped around the exterior of the house. Someone had turned on the outdoor lights, illuminating the area. The grounds were already covered in a thick layer of heavy snow, with more falling by the bucketful.
Daphne emerged from another set of doors to join Rose and Fleur in their dance under the falling snow. When she smiled at Harry, the older girl's blonde hair collected a few large snowflakes, white flakes gleaming in the spotlight.
"Give it a rest, Harry, you can't always be so serious!" Isn't this amazing? On our first night, no less!"
"It's amazing," Harry replied, allowing the petite blonde to lure him from under the eaves and into the dance circle.
He wasn't much of a dancer and quickly became restless among the lively crowd. They were doing some sort of footwork, a dance move with a kick they'd learned from some Mongolian entertainment. He tried to follow them, but his stumbling feet made the women giggle. "Don't you care about muggles?" Fleur asked. "How come you haven't learned this yet?"
Harry shook his head, but Rose spoke for him before he could open his mouth. "Harry's not on social media." He's afraid it could come back to bite him if he ever runs for office or anything."
"Politicians are the worst," Daphne replied, tilting her head back and sticking out her tongue. "Harry, you're not addicted to attention and praise. What motivates you to run?"
Harry pondered the small, dark-haired angel. Rose always struck him as an airhead more interested in shoes and clothes than current affairs based on their meetings and Rose's stories, but that was a sharper observation than he expected.
"Attention would be the worst part," he said. "But it comes with power, perhaps the most any one person can gather, and that's something I'm very interested in."
He shrugged and pulled his coat tighter. It was an awkward discovery, but it was the reality he'd learned to accept over the past few years. His life had been turbulent since childhood, and he was at the mercy of Dumbledore. Now he craved power, which is why at such a young age, he took over his family's finances and planned to earn the title of master of business. Like politics, the business world was just another type of control.
Snow was piling up on the deck, forming drifts where the girls' feet kicked it up. They weren't dancing anymore, and Harry turned to see all three of them staring at him with different expressions. Fleur was amused, but when she looked at his sister and saw her pensive expression, her joy vanished.
Daphne's eyes blinked with subdued emotion. Like her buddy, Harry assumed it was all in good fun, but the way her little white teeth sank into her lower lip made his heart race, and he began to look at her more closely. When she sensed his gaze, the little girl's eyebrows lifted, and her small lips twisted into a slight grimace.
"Let's go back in before we freeze to death... Daphne?"
"I'm coming!" The little blonde turned to leave, giving him a flirtatious wave before breaking away. "Rose, your brother is fascinating."
"Yeah, if he wasn't such a recluse, he'd be the most popular-"
The door closed behind them, cutting off Rose's last words. Harry's feet carried him to the door, but he couldn't hear anything inside and had no idea where the slit in the modern house led. He turned and went back to the kitchen, where he found his Aunt preparing dinner.
As Harry entered the room, his Aunt greeted him with a large, slightly loose smile. She swung her apron and pointed to the radio on the counter.
"There you go. Have you watched the news lately? 'The storm has been upgraded to a blizzard, and everyone is advised to secure their windows and stay indoors,' she said.
"What the fuck is going on?" Harry leaned in to listen as the meteorologist spoke.
"As you can see, the pressure has dropped across the high plains, slowing the storm and causing it to become a blizzard..."
"This is serious," Harry observed, but his aunt waved her hand and went back to the stove where she was browning something that smelled like Italian sausage.
"This is a brand new home. I'm sure they designed it to withstand the elements around here. Relax, Harry, and have some wine," she added, gesturing towards an open bottle with an almost empty glass next to it.
Harry couldn't help but assume his aunt's calm was due to the wine. She would be bouncing off the walls if the blizzard was weighing on them. The wine was taking the edge off for her, for which he silently thanked God.
"And I'm going to close them," Harry said, raising the latch on the wooden shutters above the sink.
"I'll help you with that," his aunt said, leaning over him to remove the second latch, causing him to catch her in his arms.
"Whoopsie! Sorry about that..."
"Auntie?" Harry's voice was slightly alarmed and his body reacted quickly. How could it not, with her apron pulled to one side, cutting across one large breast and highlighting every feature against the smooth material of her dress?
She looked at him through long lashes, making no effort to stand up as her body pressed against his. He couldn't take his eyes off her firm, rounded form that slid along the deep shadow between her cleavage. Then her eyes followed his, and then sank further, as if staring between their mashed bodies at his growing manhood, which terrified him.
"Maybe you should check the rest of the house," she said, pushing away from him. But she never looked him in the eyes again, as she returned to the sizzling sausage. "I put your things in the room on the third floor at the top of the stairs. My room is right next to yours... The girls have the second floor, and we hope they won't disturb us all night."
"I'll check the house," Harry replied, cutting her off. He couldn't resist the allure of her huge breasts and tight, round ass, so he cast her a lustful glance. Quietly scolding himself for his weakness, he knew he could never tell her about his humiliating thoughts.
He walked around the massive mansion, closing shutters on the first floor and observing how the windows were made of thick thermal glass reinforced with runes, which emitted a delicate power that kept the cold out of the rooms. A picture by the stairs leading up instructed him to leave his shoes downstairs. He silently made his way up the stairs and noticed light coming from behind the door of one of the bedrooms.
He eavesdropped on the conversation between his sisters and their friends as he approached to knock. They were talking about someone named Hermione, and Harry couldn't resist listening in.
"Why do you always bring up Hermione? I told you, I have no idea. She came from a wealthy Mogul family, and yet she was quiet and strange enough. "I thought he could do better," commented one of his sisters.
"That's something people usually say. Do you remember when Ginny had a crush on him in the early years?" the second one observed.
"Is that why?" said Fleur, her voice fainter than the others but still audible.
"Forget about Harry. Did you expect us to get serious this week? We're on the brink of a breakthrough, but we need to focus on the right material, or we'll get lost in the algorithm." "Daph, did you bring your cosplay stuff?" asked one of the friends.
"Of course, of course!" "I even brought all the swords and guns that the boys from the history club made for me," added Daphne, another friend.
"Great, do you guys have your costumes?" Rose asked.
"I wasn't sure about that with the student..." "Don't you think the skirts and blouses are too short, Rose?" Fleur asked.
"I understand if you're uneasy. But look at yourself, Fleur... "You have the sexiest body I've ever seen, and if you felt as beautiful as you look, you'd have enough supporters to last a lifetime," Rose reassured Fleur.
What he heard was incredible to Harry. His sisters and friends were too consumed with their own social media fame to care about anything else. He groaned and left, thinking they would eventually come to their senses.
Fleur's rough voice spoke to Harry: "You're sweet. But I'm too tall, too mature, and these are too oddly proportioned for me."
Rose objected, but Harry strained to hear her as the door cracked under his weight. "Who's there?!" Rose yelled in fear.
"It's me," said Harry, trying to calm his younger sister. "The storm is turning into a blizzard, and we need to close all the windows."
"Okay, stop bothering us and leave us alone!" Rose exploded with anger. Harry was surprised by her anger, but he remembered Fleur's earlier comments and took a deep breath. "Okay, goodnight."
"You too," Fleur replied, shocked. Harry smiled to himself, pleased that he surprised her.
"I'll go get the shutters from our room." "I saw them when I unpacked," Harry explained before leaving.
"Daph, wait!" Fleur's voice stopped him. Harry tilted his head and caught a glimpse of the golden-lit space inside. Daphne was rushing out of the room, followed by Rose, who stood behind her companion. Fleur caught Harry's eye as she stood naked in front of a large mirror on the wall. Her hands tried to cover herself, but they couldn't hide her breasts and genitals.
"Stop staring, you pervert," Rose said, pulling Harry out of his trance. Daphne's and his sister's laughter followed him as he crouched up the stairs to the third level.
The sound of their laughter echoed in Harry's mind as he closed up the rest of the house. He slipped into bed, regretting that he booked this vacation in the first place. As visions of Fleur's naked body filled his head, he chose them over more sinister ones. When he finally fell asleep, he heard the creak of his aunt's mattress as she climbed into bed, and the storm outside roared, but the house held up easily. Wrapped in warm flannel sheets, Harry slept like a log.
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