AN/ Thank you all for reading and reviewing once more. Sorry it has taken so long on updates but life sucks... As for comments on use of AI, I do not use AI to write my stories. The AI use on this fic is purely from trying to edit my absolutely terrible grammar and spelling. That is something I will freely admit I suck at. If I miss the messages from the AI then I am sorry. I am trying to catch them but sometimes I don't. Sorry for this chapter being rather short. It originally had a lemon scene however with the way that can be and the way that some people report such things we have decided to remove it.

Harry stood nervously at the altar as he waited. It was the big day and soon his girls would be coming down the aisle. They had thought of each getting their own day but decided against it. Rather, they figured to do it all at once and get it over with. The backyard at Bones Manor was packed full of guests for all three of the families. On Harry's side sat the Lupins of course, but also the Evans, Bones, and Blacks. They figured it would be best so there was more room. Plus, it kept any unwelcome sorts from interacting with the Evans too much.

"Would you quit fidgeting, mate! It's all going to be fine," Remus admonished next to him.

"Shut up, will you. Like you'll be any better off when it is you and Petunia up here," he grouched back, making the other teen blush.

"Oi, you two knock it off. If my cousin sees you acting like this, we are all dead," Sirius muttered. Harry hadn't had many groomsmen ideas, so both Sirius and Edgar, who had graduated along with Andie this year, were standing up there with him. Cyrus Greengrass was there as well, shaking his head at the lot of them.

"Your cousin! Mate, my sister is likely to beat us all over the heads with a broom before she does us in," Edgar chuckled.

"I honestly don't know which to do—hex you all for talking about my brides that way or agree."

"Agree, and the Evans will have your bits after they're done with them," Sirius said with a grin.

Harry just rolled his eyes. Cyrus reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Relax, mate.

It's all going to be alright. Those girls love you more than anything."

Harry nodded to him in thanks as the music started up. A little girl who was a cousin of Amelia's was acting as the flower girl for this event. Next came Petunia, who looked wonderful in her dress. Remus gave her a warm smile that caused her cheeks to tint as he glanced her up and down. Following her was Isabella, looking as regal as the queen herself. Then it was Edgar's fiancée following. Narcissa was standing for her sister, much to her father's dismay and disgust. He still hated Harry, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

And then it happened. One after another, they began to filter down the aisle. Each just as stunning as the next. Lily was coming in first. Her long white dress hugged her hourglass figure. Her large C-cup breasts showed a modest amount of cleavage. Her face was covered daintily by a veil. Her red hair was pulled up into a tight bun, standing out in stark contrast to her white dress and creamy skin.

Next out was Amelia, wearing something similar but just a bit different. Where Lily's was straight down her legs, Amelia's had more folds in it. It dragged the ground a touch in the back. Her red hair was pulled into a knot on the top of her head. Her cheeks rosy red against her alabaster skin. Her full red lips stood out under her veil. Her dress showed a touch more of her D-cup breasts than Lily's.

Finally, but certainly not least, was Andromeda. She moved like the queen she was. Gliding down the aisle, her eyes locked on his own. Her luxurious brown hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders. Her pale skin almost glowed in the early evening sun. Her lips were painted black in stark contrast to her pale features, making their poutiness stand out.

Robert was the first to hand off his daughter. Then Edgar, and finally Arcturus in place of Cyrus. Andie hadn't wanted him anywhere near her perfect day. He was currently sitting under a silencing charm next to his smug-looking wife. Harry led each of the girls to the altar. There he placed Amelia to his left, Andy on his right, and Lily stood directly in front of him.

He couldn't help the small smile that came to his lips as the priest started the vows. He went through vows for each of the girls, and Harry kissed each one after the other as it was finished. He started with Amelia and ended with Andie. It was a perfect day, and the girls all wore beautiful smiles throughout it. The after-party was good, with well-wishers coming to congratulate them.

However, it was what was about to happen that had him nervous. They had just returned to Camelot for their first night as husband and wives. He had been led to the master bedroom and pushed onto the bed. He was told to strip and crawl under the covers. Then, without another word, all three girls moved to the bathroom attached to their room.

Fifteen minutes later, he heard the door creak open. "Shut your eyes, husband mine," he heard Andie whisper in a sensual voice that sent a shiver up his spine. He did as was asked.

"Good boy..." Amelia purred as he heard soft footsteps draw near.

"Indeed, I think he deserves a reward, don't you girls?" Lily said as he felt three bodies crawl onto the bed. He could feel himself getting hard under the covers.

"Mmmmm then why don't I get his reward started, girls?" Andie purred, and he felt the covers slowly being pulled from his grasp. "No peeking, husband mine," she whispered into his ear as Lily and Amelia began to kiss his neck and ears.

(Next Scene)

James Fleamont Potter was having a very bad day. He was currently getting pissed in some French pub. He looked at the paper for the hundredth time that day. It had come that morning, ruining what was supposed to be a fine family holiday here in Paris. There, smiling and waving at him, was the one woman he would ever love. His dream girl, so to speak. Beautiful, smart, kind, and witty. The perfect housewife in his opinion.

Now, that wouldn't normally get him upset. Who wouldn't like seeing your love on the paper smiling at you first thing? No, it was the bastard behind her with an arm wrapped around two other smiling women and his head laying on your girl's shoulder that pissed him off. Fucking Pendragon had gone and done it. He had married Lily Evans, now Lily Pendragon.

She was supposed to be a fucking Potter, not a Pendragon. He had thrown his coffee cup across the dining room when he had seen it. His mother had scolded him and told him to leave and calm down. So he left.

Wandered around Paris aimlessly for a few hours. Finally, he ended up in this place, knocking back shot after shot. He was of age now, after all. So his parents and anyone else watching could piss off. He raised his hand, slightly shaky, and the barman handed him another. The man didn't care at least, as long as he paid his tab at the end of the night. Actually, he had paid in advance.

He felt a gentle hand lay on his shoulder, and he turned around. His breath caught in his throat as his vision went blurry. It was her... his love had come to him. She had finally ditched Pendragon and come around. "Well hello, gorgeous..." he said with what he hoped was a charming smile.

"Ello to you as well... Monsieur," she said, trying to play on a French accent. He just smiled at her and invited her for another drink. Never noticing the small differences to his memories of his love.

(The next day)

James groaned as the dreaded enemy of a heavy drinker filtered into the room. Morning light glinted through a curtain of red as he squinted his eyes open. Wait... red? His eyes opened more. That's right—she had come to him last night. Leaving Pendragon for him. Sure enough, there was a head of red hair right in front of him. Now that he thought about it, his hand was grasping something round, though they were smaller than he remembered them looking. Come to think of it... the shade of red was off. Hers was normally a darker shade. He moved some and his morning friend moved around inside something wet. He looked down to find his member lodged into her slit from behind.

"MMMMM, good morning to you too, Mon amour..." a voice moaned, causing him to freeze. That wasn't her voice... The girl in front of him—whose body his wand was currently probing the depths of—turned her head to the side. Light green eyes met brown and she smiled at him. A beauty mark just next to the corner of her thin lips. She was so similar to his love... but this was definitely not Lily Evans. "You really do wish to put a baby in me, non?" He paled as she swung around on his rod and pinned him to the bed. "Well what my 'usband wishes, 'e shall get!"

She exclaimed as she put her left hand over his heart and began to bounce on his cock. He looked down in shock as the glint of gold came into view. Sure enough, there was a wedding ring there on her finger... He had married this girl last night while he was drunk... Then he had consummated the marriage. His pureblood training came back to him through the pleasure her gyrating hips were sending through him. That could only mean... He was stuck with her... there was no divorce in their world... not really. After consummation, it was finalized. Till death do you part and all that... Pendragon got the real deal—the golden goose. The real Lily. And him? He was stuck with some... some... SOME KNOCK-OFF LILY! he thought with a scream as she buried him into her and he released his seed into her unprotected womb.

(England)

Severus Snape threw down the paper with a snarl. Fuck that Pendragon bastard! How dare he take what was rightfully his! He felt the mark on his arm burn. His master was calling him. He snarled again and quickly disappeared. He found himself in Malfoy Manor, where his master resided.

Snape strode forward, his mask hiding his face. He bowed to his master deeply and reverently. He couldn't wait to serve.

"Ahhhh, tell me Severus... you are still in Hogwarts. I am looking for a good mudblood to attack... any ideas on where we might find one? Someone you may have overheard talking to a friend about where they lived?" his master asked in a hiss.

Suddenly, an idea came to him... He smiled behind his mask. Perhaps once she sees he can't protect her family, she would understand. Understand that he was much better for her than that fucker.

"I may just have the best place, my lord," he said in an oily voice.

"Oh, do tell, Severus," the man before him said with a wicked smile.