This is the fourth one-shot of a series of one-shots where I will write one Harry Potter weight gain one-shot for every day of the month of October.
The prompt list itself is right here, credit to fffandever on Furaffinity: https/view/58049281/
So here is the first day's one shot, with the prompt, "Flame".
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Straight Out of the Floo
August 22nd, 1992
10:00 AM BST
The Burrow
It was time for the Weasleys to gather supplies for the upcoming school year, and rather than going outside to the car, Harry was confused to see the Weasleys line up by the fireplace. Molly picked up a bowl of ashes on the side of it and held it out for everyone.
"Here we are Harry, you go first dear." Molly said, offering the bowl.
"But Harry's never traveled by floo powder before mum." Ron said, causing Harry to look at him confused.
"Floo powder?" Harry asked.
"Well why don't you go first Ron so Harry can see how it's done." Molly said slightly irritated, how could the boy not know what floo powder was.
"Yes, in you go, stand back everyone." She said, handing Ron a handful after he walked in.
"Diagon Alley!" Ron spoke loudly and clearly.
Ron dropped the powder and as soon as it hit the ground, it and Ron spontaneously combusted into green flames causing Harry's eyes to shoot wide open. The others recoiled a bit from the bright green light as the flames dwindled as fast as they showed up.
"You see? Quite easy dear. Don't be afraid. Come take your floo powder." Molly said, beckoning Harry over.
Harry, stunned at watching his friend go up in flames in front of him, had to be given a nudge by Arthur before he could walk in. He walked in, unnerved at the idea of exploding himself and bowed his head before entering the fireplace. Harry was given a handful of the floo powder that will explode.
"Thaaat's it, very good. Now don't forget to speak very VERY clearly." Molly said before pushing the others back for their safety.
All of this anxiety did not sit very well for Harry, I mean he was in a fireplace and given what looks like muggle gunpowder that will whisk him away somewhere. As the others backed away for safety he got nervous and tried to copy Ron, thinking of the word Diagon Alley to concentrate.
"Diagonally!" Harry said before slamming down the powder.
Harry burst into a brighter burst of green flames that made the Weasley's shield their eyes. They were nearly pushed back by the feedback and Molly walked up to the flames concerned.
"What did he say dear?" Molly asked,
"Diagonally." Arthur said.
No one in that room would know that that was the last time they'd ever see Harry Potter…
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March 15th, 1997
10:00 AM BST
Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts
It was not good for Britain at the moment, Voldemort returned in 1992 after killing Ginny Weasley and opening up the chamber of secrets. Now the purebloods reigned supreme and the muggleborns were all either dead or exiled, the one exception to this was Hermione Granger who was horribly disfigured to make an example for those who didn't leave. The witch in question was now fattened up to the size of a 999 pound walrus, starting at about 200lbs in her third year alone and steadily rising since then. Her parents disassociated with her due to her deformity being unexplainable in the muggle world, not to mention being just plain embarrassing.
Hermione, at the moment, was sitting on a reinforced sofa sweating like a hog. Her belly was about the size of one of Hagrid's massive pumpkins and had "cum dump" written on the belly button. Her massive mammaries were larger than any bra in England so she was only held back by a 7X sized t-shirt that was riddled with stains and said "mud blood pig" on top of it. Her hips that were riding to the ends of the couch could only hold on a pair of expanded panties that would get caught on the wind with "pig arse" branded on the back with other stings, insults, and drawings on her bare flesh. She was fattened up into a breeding pig for the purebloods to burn out their sexual aggression and abuse on, it was living hell for the former top student of the year.
"Miss Granger, do you understand why I have asked you here?" Asked the aged Dumbledore.
"No headmaster I do not…" Hermione admitted as she pointed her wand in her mouth, spraying a thick stream of frosting inside.
Dumbledore frowned at the glutton, the smart girl had devolved into a mindless whore.
"Well. After years of searching, we have finally found Harry Potter. We must ensure his return to vanquish He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named once and for all." Dumbledore said, stroking his beard as he told Hermione all he believed she needed to know.
Hermione's eyes widened, this could be her chance!…
"Alright, so what are we waiting for?" Hermione asked.
"Professor Snape will be going with us." Dumbledore said as he pet Fawkes the Phoenix.
Hermione grumbled, of all the people to go with her and Dumbledore to meet Harry. She swore, every time he forced himself onto her like every other slimy snake it was always about "potter" this or "lilly" that.
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March 15th, 1997
11:00 AM CEST
Palacio Hernández. Barcelona, Spain.
The three Phoenix flamed to a property that looked very high status. It had a topiary garden and was about three stories tall. Hermione looked around at the mansion they were close to and Snape sneered at this. Why did that brat Potter have this?
"This can't possibly be the right place, can it?" Snape asked, unimpressed.
"According to my informant it is true. Harry will soon be married into some form of wealth so we must act fast." Dumbledore said.
"Act fast?" Hermione asked, confused.
"Well yes we can't allow this wedding to happen. Harry must marry a good pureblood to continue the potter line." Dumbledore explained as he cast a lock on the gate open.
"Wait what?! I thought he was to kill Voldemort!" Hermione yelled out in shock.
"Foolish mudblood, no one can kill him!" Snape yelled out, hitting her in the back of the head with a ruler.
Rubbing the back of her head, Hermione walked on with Dumbledore giving her some kind of earring.
"To allow you to understand any gibberish they say." Dumbledore said, handing her a cursed earring.
Hermione wasn't that stupid, thankfully she had taken a decent bit of Spanish along with French back when she was able to. They walked towards a window on the outside of the master bedroom, they heard muffled noises and looked into the window. What they saw made Dumbledore cringe, Snape look incredulous, and Hermione's jaw to drop.
What they saw was a nude olive-skinned woman with luxurious silk-smooth black hair and chocolate brown eyes who was easily half a ton, if not larger, dripping in sweat and eating a large number of cakes. Her cellulose belly covered most of the very large mattress, some of it even sagging over one of the sides of it as she rocked back and forth. Her colossal ass was visible from every angle of her body, those cheeks were about the size of two monster truck tires smashing and clapping together as she grunted and ate cake. Her laughably small breasts in comparison were roughly E-cup Hermione had to guess. One of her fatty legs, long since unable to walk, was lifted up towards the ceiling with a muggle pulley strap.
What was doing this however, was partially obscured, however, after a loud moan as she shoved the last bit of cake into her mouth. She gave up trying to keep herself up and went limp, the bed creaking slightly under the weight shifting. A tall muscular man with black scraggly hair and a bit of a tan emerged from behind the woman's derriere and helped her foot out from the pulley. The man made Hermione and Dumbledore feel things but that was knocked out of them once he wiped his forehead revealing a familiar lightning bolt scar.
"Harry Potter got jacked!?" Hermione asked out loud, blowing their cover.
Harry looked over and drew his wand from the side table and fired a spell at the three of them, knocking them out cold.
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March 15th, 1997
12:00 PM CEST
Palacio Hernández. Barcelona, Spain.
Hermione Granger was awoken by a splash of water from an aguamenti spell, she saw that she was tied up to a reinforced chair. She looked over and saw Dumbledore and Snape tied up in non-reinforced chairs, but they were still unconscious. The woman from earlier was now sitting upright on the bed, with a large blanket with moving patterns on it comparable to Dumbledore's robes, she was not pleased. Harry, now clothed in a black and red muggle bedroom-robe, looked Hermione in the eyes as she woke up.
"So, you're awake. Open up." Harry demanded.
Hermione went to ask questions but found Harry pouring a clear vial down her throat. After she was forced to drink it, he then went over to Snape and Dumbledore doing the same to them after waking them up. The other two struggled, recognizing the potion for what it was the moment they saw it. When Harry put the bottle down, she saw it was the infamous Veritaserum, a truth potion.
"So… you finally found me after all these years. Gooood job." Harry said in between sarcastic clapping.
"Potter! Unhand us this instant!" Snape said as he struggled.
"Yeaaaah, no. I'm the one asking questions here." Harry said.
"Harry what happened? Why are you… wherever we are, and married to…" Hermione looked at the woman in question, not exactly knowing her name.
"None of you people deserve to know my name." The blob-woman said as she watched them.
"Fiancé, actually. But shut up, I'm asking questions." Harry said.
He showed the three of them their wands, Dumbledore paled considerably knowing that Harry disarmed them.
"Why are you three here? And who's the pig slut?" Harry asked, reading off of Hermione's shirt.
"Harry, you don't recognize your old friend Hermione?" Dumbledore asked, Harry looked shocked and blinked.
"No… no I did not…" Harry said before shaking his head.
"But I won't let that distract me. So I'll ask again, why have you come here?" Harry asked in a demanding tone.
Snape and Dumbledore looked like they were fighting the potion, but Hermione just talked.
"Well, Dumbledore told me to come with him and snape here to try to convince you to return to England. Apparently, you're needed to put down Voldemort or something and they want to try to get you married to a "proper pureblood bride" to continue the potter line." Hermione said in a monotone voice.
"Oh do you know?" Harry asked Dumbledore, his temper rising.
"You don't understand Harry, it is of the utmost importance that you-" Dumbledore started but was cut off when Harry showed him a black and white photo.
"What is this?…" He asked, confused.
"The heirs to the "potter line" as you so eloquently put it. This is an ultrasound of me and my fiance's children." Harry said as he placed a hand on his the blob-woman's belly.
The room was different, Snape ranted and raged at Harry.
"YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU SPREAD YOUR ATROCIOUS FAMILY'S PUREBLOOD SEED WITH A FOREIGNER!" He yelled, shedding any and all idea he wasn't a death eater sympathizer.
Hermione was just confused.
"…I didn't think someone could get pregnant at that size…" Hermione admitted.
But Dumbledore looked like he was at least a decade older after that remark.
"What?… but-but how?…" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, you see. The Weasleys let me use the floo and I accidentally said diagonally instead of diagon alley- er, where is Ron anyways?" Harry asked.
"He died in the war…" Hermione said, frowning as she remembered how he and the other Weasleys in Great Britain were made an example of by burning them all alive in the burrow.
"Oh… my condolences." Harry said the Weasleys were the first taste he had of real friends and family. Dysfunctional sure, but family and friends nonetheless.
"Anyways, I ended up stranded in the Avenida Diagonal, in Barcelona. I wandered for a few days until I was found by the Spanish magical police." Harry said, making Dumbledore pale.
"Those guys are thorough. And when they checked me for anything, they were not happy with what they found at all, Headmaster…" Harry said as Dumbledore looked nervous, this was supposed to be a quick grab and run!…
"Tell them what you found mi amor!~…" The blob lady said while eating a box of popcorn.
"They found a Horcrux belonging to one "Tom Riddle" behind my scar and removed it via muggle surgery. The procedure also fixed my shotty eyesight. Secondly, they found a decade's worth of abuse, mental scars, obliviation marks, and magical core bindings on my person." Harry said becoming more angered, Hermione looked more and more shocked.
"What?! But- that-" Hermione started.
"It was for the greater good my boy!-" Dumbledore started.
"Who's greater good was it that needed me to be crippled magically and left with the Dursleys?!" Harry asked, the potIon making Dumbledore answer.
"…My greater good… for Magical England…" Dumbledore said as he slumped over in defeat.
"Why would that be? Am I not supposed to kill him?" Harry asked.
"You were supposed to die… raised without awareness of your wealth and statue in magical England so that when you died, I could claim your assets and defeat Tom riddle myself to become the most famous wizard of all time, even more so than Merlin…" Dumbledore said.
Hermione looked shocked at all of this, like a bomb went off in front of her…
"Hmph. I had figured as much, you weren't at the ICW that day were you?" Harry asked about the incident with the philosopher's stone.
"No… I haven't been the head of the icw in 30 years, it was merely a coverup so I would not need to get involved." Dumbledore said.
"You sent three children to do your dirty work?!" Hermione asked, aghast.
"It was for the greater good. No one would miss a mudblood, a blood traitor, and a halfblood." Snape said.
"Y-You plotted to kill me…" Hermione said, stunned.
"Hermione, how involved were you in all of this? What happened?" Harry asked.
Hermione then went on and explained all that happened… Voldemort returning after the second year and killing all of the Weasleys… her being cursed to become perpetually fatter to be made as an example… her being made into the school sex toy and prohibited from studying… by the end of it, she was in tears…
"I-I hadn't even talked to the headmaster in years before today… I-I-I…" She was then hugged by Harry. She looked at him shocked.
"I promise you, you will NEVER! Go back with them…" Harry said as he glared at Dumbledore and Snape.
He undid Hermione's bindings and was given some towels and a set of stretched out clothes.
"These are Olivia's old clothes, but I'm sure they'll fit. Tell the staff "Harry wanted me to take a shower", the staff will know what you mean." Harry said as he patted Hermione on the back.
Hermione left, and Harry turned to the two wizards who remained.
"Harry, I implore you to come back with us. Miss Granger cannot stay here." Dumbledore said.
"Why? To cover the shit in your school? Too late now, mi padre will be hearing about this!" The witch said.
The two wizards weren't moved by the threat.
"Dumbledore, Snape, I'd like you to meet Olivia Hernández, daughter of the REAL Head of the International Confederation of Wizards." Harry said as he motioned to her.
"And Harry's adopted father, and I promise you two he despises child abusers." Olivia said, causing the two to become more nervous.
Dumbledore decided to go on a different tactic.
"Harry this isn't you! It's that beached whale messing with your mind!" Dumbledore mustered with all the crocodile tears he could.
"Yeaaaah, not falling for it. But I will cut you a deal, I can either have you two be sent to the ICW for trial for child neglect, misuse of power, and whatever else they'll throw the book at you for. Or, Olivia can deal with you right here and now in accordance with Magical Spain's home defense laws, since you've broken into private property.
Dumbledore grew nervous, he knew of these laws and him protesting against them was what got him kicked out of the ICW since his ideas of redemption and peace, more like forgiving terrorists, ticked off Magical Spain, America, and China.
"I'm not afraid of her inferior backwood magic! She won't even leave a mark, let alone lift her wand!" Snape said.
"Severus don't!-" Albus said before being silenced by Harry.
"Welp, looks like his choice has been made. Ready my sweet potato?" Harry asked as he stepped away, pulling Dumbledore away from the line of fire.
Olivia lifted up her wand from the side table, it was a pristine looking foot long poplar wand with an unyielding texture. She waved it around and it glowed a blood red color before she launched a curse by screaming, "Tezcatlipoca!". The spell sank into Severus and at first seemed to have no ill effects.
"Hmph. I should have expected as much fro-NGHHSHSH!" However, as he said this his jaw broke in half causing him to scream in agony.
"Little known fact, during the conquistadors raids of the Americas, they were met with much resistance from the magical sects. They developed numerous spells in the honor of their gods, believing that calling upon their name would deliver their wrath upon the invaders." Olivia explained.
Snape struggled to breathe as Harry untied him. He got up and tried to grab his wand, but his ankles snapped under the weight and he dropped to the floor, screaming in bloodcurdling agony as Dumbledore was made to look.
"This particular spell, Tezcatlipoca, was made with one purpose in mind. To have all the pain one has inflicted upon others be returned to the curse's recipient." Olivia said as she watched the man squirm in existential agony.
Snape coughed up blood and started to receive polio burns from all of the students whose potions he ruined. He then started to feel shards of silver rip through his stomach as he recalled having Lupin executed by similar means. His windpipe was crushed and smoldered as he lit on fire as the Weasleys house was burnt down. To top it all off, he became physically scarred and felt like he was being slapped around as he felt a buggering sensation up his recutum that he gave to Hermione.
As tears and blood welled up in the screaming man's eyes he saw a flash of green and then, died on the spot.
His body instantly eroded into a withering husk and blew out the window, like a chemical reaction…
"So much for your loyal spy huh?" Harry asked Dumbledore who was traumatized…
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March 15th, 1997
1:00 PM CEST
Palacio Hernández. Barcelona, Spain.
Hermione waddled out of the best bath she had in her life, who knew house elves could be so good at cleaning out fat folds?
"I wonder where Harry is?…" Hermione asked herself as she scratched her stomach, she was unused to feeling cloth there as opposed to exposed belly since she hadn't worn fitting clothes since she was a second year.
"Señora Granger? Right this way, por favor." A member of the help offered her.
The two went into an indoor bathhouse, inside Harry was naked again and lathering up his wife in scented body oils. Hermione blushed pink as she saw this, but made her way over to them hoping to talk.
"Oh, Hola, you must be this Hermione, yes?" Olivia asked as Harry rubbed under one of her fat folds.
"Yes… though a lot has changed about me. I got cursed in my third year and now I-I'm this..." She admitted sadly, motioning to herself.
"The lipidarterius curse?" Olivia asked as she was scrubbed down.
"How did you know?" Hermione asked, it was supposedly an arcane curse with no known cure.
"I was hit by it too. Mi padre is a very powerful political figure, I took the curse meant for him and mi madre by accident." Olivia said.
Hermione's eyes widened, she didn't expect to meet someone who went through the same thing… let alone one getting married to her best friend. Olivia reached over and held Hermione's hand.
"I promise you, everyone who's made you suffer will pay the price…" Olivia said.
"She's right, you know. Olivia's one of the best curse crafters I know." Harry said, not wanting to think about that too much.
"I already took care of Señor Snape by making him relive all of the trauma he's inflicted onto others. Bastardo didn't even last 5 minutes before keeling over dead." Olivia said as she looked Hermione in the eyes.
"Oh… well, thank you for that… I suppose I should leave now." She said, struggling to get up.
"And go back to being the cumdump of Britain's incestual spawn? Not on our watch. You're free to stay here as long as you want." Harry told her, hoping she'll accept for her own sake.
Hermione teared up and hugged the both of them, crying and thanking them for their kindness.
A few nights later in the bathhouse and the couple took Hermione in as third member, it was short, but they knew Hermione was perfect for them. A few weeks later, they celebrated their wedding by fattening up Hermione into a bed bound state while having a threesome. A few months after that Hermione announced her pregnancy after the first heirs to the potter fortune were born. With that, an insane chain of events followed.
Almost all of the economy in Magical England now belonged to Harry due to their laws about purebloods legally being able to take out money from dead people's estates due to how inbred they were to claim a family connection. The three drained Magical England dry while the ICW worked their way into cleaning out the place, Fernando Hernández: Olivia's father and head of the ICW, declared that all Death Eaters and Death Eater sympathizers (read: Pureblood bigots) would be dealt with via the Tezcatlipoca curse. The very few who survived were forcibly emigrated to Spain where they had to start over as peasants.
As for after all of that, the land was all brought up by Harry as a 15th anniversary present after the girls outgrew the manor. The three moved into Hogwarts and used the great hall as their love den, hoping that the message will be clear to any ghosts who show up. The three eagerly await the day that the girls will outgrow the castle and then the court yards and maybe after that, all of magical England itself… to think all of this started with an accidental floo flame.