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Harry Potter woke up early in the morning to see the wind howling outside and the snow hitting his small bedroom window. He took out his Muggle phone, which he bought for business development rather than entertainment like his sister, but was disappointed to find no service where he had four bars the previous night. He went down to the living room, where the runic stone responsible for maintaining constant climate conditions and heating water was located. The runes were glowing brightly, the heating was on, but only a trickle of warmth was coming out of the ventilation holes in the floor. Nothing seemed to be working properly, at least not in this area, so he took some logs of wood, threw them into the fireplace, and lit a fire using a simple spell. Many reckless wizards would cast warming spells on themselves, but it was a dangerous tactic.
As he worked, his aunt walked into the living room, wrapping herself in a heavy robe. "I'm going to make a pot of coffee. Have you seen outside?" she said, grinning as he shook his head and opened the shutters and pulled back the curtains. "It's really magical."
Harry couldn't help but notice how charming the tiny valley looked from the magnificent windows. The world was covered in pure white snow, which piled up in thick drifts and clung to branches in heavy clumps. The storm was still raging, but the dawn light allowed him to see for several hundred meters in all directions.
"I heard some commotion in your room last night," his aunt continued, her voice lowered as her cheeks took on a fiery scarlet hue. "Did you manage to unpack everything and take care of... anything you might need help with?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Harry replied, his cheeks warming as he told himself she couldn't mean what he thought she did. "I'll unpack later today; I want to test the elevator this morning and see if I can get it running."
"The girls will love it," she remarked, squeezing his arm. He was aware of the firmness of her breasts as they brushed against his back when she followed him. "Do you think you could help me with the upstairs bathroom later, when you have time? There's a spa tub I'm dying to try, but the controls are so complicated that I couldn't figure them out last night."
"Sure, do you want me to check it now?"
"Why don't we do it later, when the girls aren't around? Then we can really delve into it, and I'll be relieved that Rose is out of my hair."
"Have you noticed the sauna? I saw it through the window and wanted to check it out."
"I did," she said, her expression dreamy as she leaned against the door and looked up through the walls at the hot tub outside on the second level. "I don't want to use it until I'm clean from traveling, but you can't imagine how beautiful it will be with snow falling around us and the valley stretching out beyond. I'm so glad we came here," Harry muttered, earning a dreamy look from his aunt.
"I'll have a swimsuit ready," she remarked, then furrowed her brows as she heard the toilet flushing upstairs. "One-piece. No one wants to see me in a bikini anymore, ha!"
"I'd love to see that," Harry said as he returned to his work by the fire.
"What was that, honey?" his aunt asked, her face paler than it was a minute ago. Seeing her grimace, he was about to tell the truth: seeing her in a bikini would be the highlight of his trip, but then he remembered his discomfort from the previous night and decided against it. It wasn't fair to accuse her of being a pervert who believed she was sexier than any porn star he had ever seen.
"Ah, nothing," muttered Harry, unable to think of anything and grimacing as his voice drifted, but his aunt only smiled wider and winked.
"I'll make you coffee so you have something warm to drink before going out in the snow."
With the fire already blazing, Harry looked out the window at the swirling snow and decided that going out to the elevator was not a good idea. It would be very easy to get lost in this whiteness and go in the wrong direction, and it didn't seem like anyone was heading up the mountain today.
A storm was expected to pass through on their first night, but it was supposed to be gone by early morning. Harry wasn't sure how long it would last now that it had been upgraded to a blizzard. There was a modest amount of wood inside, but not enough to last more than a few days. He followed his aunt's voice to the kitchen, preparing to bring in more wood later. Magic was wonderful, but the flame needed fuel if it was to keep warming the surroundings.
"The coffee's ready," she added cheerfully. "I'm thinking of making pancakes and sausages; what do you think?"
"Sounds great," commented Harry, pouring himself a cup of hot, black coffee.
When he turned around, he saw Daphne entering the kitchen from the back stairs. Harry found himself looking at her bare legs sticking out from the bottom of her sweatshirt as the little blonde rubbed sleep from her eyes with her sleeve.
"Your sister and Fleur are sleeping inside," she yawned, then walked past him and grabbed a pot, receiving an approving smile from his aunt with a full cup. "But I wanted to get in a workout. Have you seen the gym?"
"That's in the basement," said Aunt, shrugging as she took the pancake mix off the shelf that Harry had packed. "Rose knows the place inside and out. Go get her out of bed, Harry."
"Alright, Mrs. Black, I'll wander around until I find her." Daphne leaned against the kitchen island with the wooden top and reached for the half and half.
Harry couldn't help but notice how Daphne's sweatshirt rode up to her thighs, revealing the firm bulge of her small rear. His breath hissed through his nose before he could stop it, as he caught a glimpse of her light pink panties snug against her smooth pussy. Aunt stopped moving and Harry could feel her gaze on him, but Daphne's butt gave a delightful little wiggle, and he had to make an effort to tear his eyes away.
"Why don't you take her down there, Harry? Breakfast won't be ready for another thirty minutes. You can run a hot bath when you're down there."
"She needs to warm up," Daphne said, as she turned her winning smile on Harry, her cheeks dimpling and her eyes sparkling as she shook her little butt again. "Will she be ready by tonight? I brought a bottle of bubbly. We can all celebrate under the stars."
"I doubt there will be many stars with the blizzard raging outside," Aunt said with a chuckle. "And save your bottle for another time. I brought a box of good stuff."
"Mrs. Black! I like how you party." Daphne grinned.
"Please call me Bellatrix, dear. Mrs. Black makes me sound old and worn out, and most of all, it reminds me of my aunt."
"With that body? No one could ever call you old and worn out." Daphne laughed. "If my aunt looked half as good as you, she'd be going out every weekend. I bet you have all the silver foxes and Hogwarts boys drooling over you when you show up to Quidditch matches, right?"
"You'll find out when you're my age," Aunt said with a hint of genuine sadness in her voice. "They always want something younger."
"Is that true, Harry?" Daphne asked, her eyes lighting up as she turned him on his head. "Do men only want..." she said, turning back to the island, allowing the bottom of her sweatshirt to ride up again, and letting him see a flash of bright pink panties and a firm stomach, "young, tight bodies?"
The sound of the beating whisk caught Harry's attention on the other side of the island. Aunt's pale green eyes studied his face, and he tried to be brave, but he couldn't keep his gaze on hers. Her apron hung loosely, allowing her massive breasts to sway back and forth. Their inner slopes pressed together, creating a hypnotic pendulum effect that only broke when her breathing deepened. She was the one who taught him to respect magic and not use it for simple tasks.
He noticed a flush of red spreading across Aunt's neck and caught the embarrassment permeating her features. He turned his gaze away and shook his head at Daphne, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over him. "That's not the only thing men want, no."
"I see," replied Daphne, her gaze darting between Harry's aunt, him, and his crotch over the island. "Let's go find that gym... I really need a workout right now."
Harry's aunt flinched at her sister's companion, but no crease touched her eyes. They were lit with an inner glow that only grew when she turned her gaze to Harry, before quickly becoming flustered and looking back at the pancake mix.
Following Daphne's perky behind through the first floor in search of the gym, Harry Potter left behind his aunt, who grumbled to herself. His aunt's behavior was unusual, but only to a small degree. She had always been a flirt and loved to tease him and his sister's friends, but her behavior had worsened over the past few years. It was easy to dismiss it as his eccentric aunt, until he found himself on vacation with her and his own desires collided, causing a storm of confusion.
"Your aunt's a prankster," said Daphne, as she pushed open the door to see what was on the other side and revealed a closet. "You know how Fleur saw her vibrator just sitting out when she was unpacking? Apparently, it was massive."
"What the fuck?" said Harry, surprised by the girl's amusement. "I don't want to know about that."
"Don't feel threatened, dude. We all want what we can't have, which is why guys who want us will never get us." She pushed the open door and smiled at him, her white teeth shining in low passageways. "But you're wealthy, intelligent, and attractive; three out of four ain't bad, but it only gives you a glimpse."
"What are you talking about?" Harry couldn't help the growing irritation in his voice from women in general breaking through, but the feeling dissipated when Daphne reached down and threw off her hoodie, throwing her arms up above her head.
"I like to work out naked," she said, carefully bending forward, hips twisting to the side as the pink panties jerked down her delicate legs. The fabric gathered in a cleft between her thighs, then slowly pulled free from her clean-shaven, tight pussy lips. "You better remember this sight because you won't get another one."
"These are going to be a long two weeks," Harry replied, surprised by his own confidence. "And I have a sneaky suspicion you're too addicted to attention to stay dressed for long."
Daphne's pleased expression froze and she turned in the doorway, revealing her small, tight ass, before the door slammed shut behind her. Harry laughed, but quickly froze as the image of her slender, youthful figure flooded his mind.
The jacuzzi settings were fairly easy to figure out, but it took him almost half an hour because he kept spacing out and imagining Daphne's perky little nipples or the way her navel stretched when she undressed in front of him.
Harry Potter wasn't a virgin, but due to his condition, it was hard to find a partner who wouldn't run at the sight of his penis. He had grown accustomed to shutting off this aspect of himself, especially considering the unlawful desires he indulged in when he allowed himself to. It was hard enough to watch the girl he liked tremble at the sight or touch of him. Seeing the same look on the faces of those he cared about would break his heart.
When he returned to the kitchen, the generator had started up, and he stopped to check it. It was a new battery-powered model. He didn't know much about automated systems, but he noticed that the meter was no longer drawing power from the grid, even though it had enough energy to power the house and hot tub for months.
"Did you see the power flickering on and off, Harry?" His aunt said as he entered the kitchen. She handed him the rest of the eggs beside the huge plate of pancakes.
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