"So where are the Delacours?" Nym wondered and Harry paused with a smile as he looked at the Shape Shifting Auror.
"Oh, they're tied up at the moment," Harry commented cheerfully as he took half of a step forward and Nym missed what he was saying. Then again, he supposed that one would have to be there. He walked forward with great strides and kept his steps. "So, today, I've got a meeting with Amelia Bones."
"One of the few competent people in the Ministry," Nym said as she shook her head. "I guess the law of averages would pan out that at least one person would have some brains. How, she didn't crack being around all of those idiots…."
"Is a testament to how good she is," Harry offered Nym and Nym's mouth half hung open.
"Not exactly where I was going, but yes, the sentiment is there," she agreed as she walked with Harry. "The Order is all in a panic at the slaughter of the poor defenseless murders, rapists, and torturers."
"Well, that just proves that some people just don't get it," Harry commented and he kept walking.
He was pretty sure that once Bellatrix recovered from her ordeal, he could get the final Horcrux. Goblins did not give a flying fuck about who was guilty and who was not by human law, in fact any attempt to make the Ministry's lives more inconvenient would be bad.
Narcissa had been going around all of the pureblood wives of the dying Death Eaters to convince their husbands to sign documents for their gold. They might have implied that a new law was passed that should they die, their gold would go to a charity that would help Muggleborns, which was something that appalled them. So they could not sign over all of their worldly possessions fast enough.
The wives got a small amount of gold, more than enough to live on for at least thirty years, if not more depending on how smart they were. And Harry got the rest of the gold for his own vault. After taxes, he would still be making a lot.
Of course, being the last member of an ancient pureblood family, Harry was qualified for a shit load of exemptions, something that he would take every advantage of. After all, he was not a fool.
"Yes….well Snape's still….well you know," Nym said, as she made cuckoo motions with her hand.
"He's visualizing his worst memories over again," Harry offered her and Nym had no need to ask how it was.
"Hello, Harry," Appoline commented and she grabbed her lover around the waist. She wrapped her arms around him and stuck her tongue down his throat. Harry returned the favor and the two of them exchanged an extremely passionate kiss with each other.
It was to the point where Nym thought that she was being left out. She sat against the wall and twirled her wand in her fingers. It was nowhere as big as Harry's wand and nowhere capable as good of magic but there you went.
The two left each other.
"So, we're all heading to the Ministry soon, yes," Appoline told them and Harry smiled.
"Yes, I have a meeting with the soon to be Minister of Magic," Harry informed the Veela and she placed a hand on her hip and smiled brightly at him.
"Well, I have a feeling that should be productive," Appoline said with a saucy smile that got even wider as she looked at Harry. "I'm pretty sure that…..I'm certain that your mother would have liked to attend that meeting."
"Yes, but currently she's trying to make sure Bellatrix is….well saner," Harry said. From what Andromeda and Narcissa told him, Bellatrix was not the most stable of people before her time in Azkaban. Then again, she willingly joined the Dark Lord, out of some sense to prove herself.
That sense got extremely sour rather quickly.
"Well, she does have an uphill battle but if anyone can brew the proper restoration Potions, it's Lily," Andromeda said. "She was the best Potions student in her year, by far."
"Yes, I know," Harry offered, he knew that his mother's talents far outstripped certain greasy, anti-social bats. Speaking of which, Harry was not going to lie but there was a part of him that thought that Snape got off a bit too lightly for his crimes, his many, many crimes.
"Yes, she is amazing," Andromeda said, she had many nights with Lily in the past. Unlike some Muggleborns that she could name, Lily was willing to learn about pureblood culture and not change things because of it not meshing with her worldview but that was a point that was neither here nor there.
"Right, she would have to be, she gave birth to me," Harry said.
"And you've inherited her ego," Andromeda offered as she shook her head. She remembered Lily busting James's chops about his arrogance because he did it with less style and Lily was almost insulted that he had an ego if he was going to be so sloppy about it. Plus he looked like a stooge, he and Sirius both come to think about it.
"Well, I take after the very best, my lady," Harry told her and he grabbed her hand and offered a slight kiss to it.
"So what are my daughters doing?" Appoline asked him.
"They're tied up at the moment," Harry offered with a straight face although there was mirth in his green eyes.
Appoline raised her eyebrows and then her mouth curled a bit more into a smile. "Oh, my daughters have been naughty."
"Yes, they have not learned to share properly," Harry told the woman and Appoline's lips curled into a smile.
"Well that is something that is difficult to learn from two high strung daughters, I hope you understand," Appoline told him but the woman's eyes continued to look at her mate's lovingly. "Then again, given your strength and how well you assert yourself, I'm sure that you'll be able to teach them a bit of respect."
"I'll do what I can," Harry told her with a smile, although he would be lying if he said that he could work miracles.
"Meanwhile, I'm going to try and reopen relations between the British and French Ministries, given that Fudge….damaged the relationship greatly, I figure the type is ripe for another attempt," she commented and Harry's eyes locked on her.
"Well, I'm sure that you'll do well," Harry offered her and there was a smile that crossed her face.
"Oh believe me, I intend to do well," Appoline said as she smiled and she wrapped her arms around her lover once again. She could not get enough of him, she had spent nights dreaming about his cock but naturally dreams were better than reality.
"Well we better head out now,' Nym commented as she closed her eyes. She made sure she looked professional enough for work. She was technically acting as Harry's bodyguard and she made sure she guarded his body, in painstaking and never ending detail. She took her job extremely seriously after all. She reached forward and walked in front of Harry. "I'll lead the way."
Harry smiled as he watched Nym's swaying ass in front of him. She had the perfect shape in those tight leather pants that would sadly soon be covered with robes. Robes really were the devil's tool, especially with attractive witches.
On the other hand, wizards should always be covered up with robes and they should also in many cases be forced to wear masks. If Harry had any way, that would the law. Witches, attractive witches, would wear far less clothing and wizards would wear far more.
Amelia Bones waited as she tapped her fingers on the edge of her desk. She had a stack full of memos as tall as Gringotts on her desk or so it seemed. There were many department heads that were admitted to St Mungos for strange symptoms. A rare magical disease had gripped them although it was hard to really say it was rare when so many people were grabbed with.
The Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement let in one breath and she was waiting for a very important meeting. She knew that he was going to be well sought at by the Ministry, although now that he had fifteen NEWTs, they were turning around to kiss his ass after trying to nail him to a cross, figuratively speaking.
In other words, it was the Ministry wizards being as hypocritical as always.
She could not really be bothered by that, rather a knock on the door brought her back to life. She craned her head up and offered one word.
"Enter."
He did enter and Amelia watched him for a second. He was a lot taller than Susan had told him. He did have the messy dark hair and alluring green eyes. She nearly swallowed a lump that was in her throat and she saw him walk closer towards her. It was very hard to keep her wits about herself but never the less, she shook her head as she saw him coming.
Those green eyes, she recalled how Lily's eyes were always a subject of many fantasies and many of them were witches as well. It was some quirk of magic where most if not all witches were bisexual, given the able wizard to witch ratio, collectives were not uncommon. Those who were only married to one witch did so because they were unable to satisfy them.
She managed to see where the hand of Nymphadora Tonks was placed upon Harry.
"Auror Tonks, that is highly inappropriate behavior," Amelia commented in a stern voice.
"Oh, and checking out his package is, boss?" Nym asked in a cheeky voice and Amelia flushed a moment.
"Ladies, please," Harry offered as he stepped towards her. "Madam Bones, I have heard many wonderful things about you."
"I have heard much about you, Mr. Potter," she offered and she smiled at the thought. Susan was understating exactly the type of aura that he gave off, she could say that much.
"Oh, tell me more?" Harry asked.
"I trust you've met my niece, she's in your year, or rather was in your year, in Hufflepuff," Ameila commented.
Harry smiled, he would have to be dense to not know the name of someone that he shared Herbology class with for four years. "Yes, Susan, such a nice girl, hard working, although given the house that she was in."
Nym did not say anything about the Hufflepuffs in Harry's year group but when she heard about their entire behavior during the entire Chamber of Secrets mess, she wanted to send out mass howlers to every single lot of them. They did not embody the Hufflepuff spirit and their attitude made her disappointed to be a part of the house of Puffs.
Then again, she figured that they learned their lesson the hard way.
And obviously how some of them acted last year, was rather childish. The Hufflepuff values that she came up with did not reflect upon personal glory. It was more of a Slytherin thing to do, well the stereotype of Slytherin. Or Gryffindor even, because they tended to do some fairly reckless things in the name of getting attention.
"Well, I'm glad you think so highly of her, she'll be pleased," Amelia commented as she shuffled the mountain of memos away. She would have plenty of time to deal with those later when her interview with Harry. "And Madam Delacour, an honor as well."
"Yes, I think that the French Ministry wishes to reopen discussions with a more close partnership with the British Ministry…..given that certain elements have been eliminated from this government," Appoline offered.
"Yes, I think that would be wise," Amelia commented, pleased that Fudge's past idiotic actions and there will be many. "But perhaps after my business with Mr. Potter concludes, we can arrange a meeting."
Appoline offered a bright and winning smile towards Amelia. "Of course, of course, anything that you want, just arrange the time, you'll find that I'm extremely flexible."
'That much is for sure,' Harry offered and Nym placed her hand on Harry's lap and decided to see how much she could get away with, without Amelia reprimanding her once again.
"I'm glad but now down to business," Amelia commented as she shifted herself towards Harry. She placed her hands on the desk and smiled.
Harry got a good look at her, now that the mounds of paper had been properly cleared away. She had long red hair that flowed freely down her shoulders. She had extremely bright blue eyes that shined like dazzling sapphires. The robes wrapped tightly around her body, exposing the fact that she had a nice pair of magnificent breasts underneath it. Her stomach was flat and she had long legs. She was rather tall and Harry was pretty sure her ass got nicely.
"There is going to be a power vacuum with Fudge out, and there will be a few idiots who are going to try to fill it," Harry commented to Amelia and there was a second where the woman watched him and she shook her head.
"Believe me, I know."
"I'm glad that you do," Harry offered to her as he leaned back. "While a lot of purebloods….are indisposed…."
"What do you know about this?" Amelia asked before she could really stop herself.
Harry offered a smile and he looked at her. "Well, what are you implying….actually I do have a good idea what might be happening."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, honestly surprised by his honesty. She held out one hand and asked Harry to continue and he did.
"When Lord Voldemort….yes I know but follow me, returned to power, several of his marked followers were latched onto by him, and he was going to ensure that they pay for their lack of loyalty," Harry offered the woman and she placed a hand on her chin in the thinker pose. "And you notice a lot of the people who checked in with the same illness…."
"Are among those who had decided to claim that they were placed under the Imperius Curse," Ameila chimed in.
"Smart and beautiful, two things that Cornelius Fudge did not have," Harry commented and Amelia shifted for a second as she stared Harry down.
"Well, you're a charmer but we're getting off the subject," Amelia said and Harry shifted a slight amount and Nym casually propped her feet up onto his lap, which was quite the feet from the position that she was in.
"Yes, we are, we need someone to fill the power vacuum that Cornelius Fudge is leaving and I'm sure that….a certain woman who once worked in his office is being taken down for the ride," Harry told her and Amelia smiled as she stared down Harry.
"If you are referring to the woman known as Dolores Umbridge, then you're correct," Amelia commented to him.
"Good," Nym offered in a short voice. She encountered Umbridge maybe about three times when she was at the Ministry but it was about five times too many.
With wizard math it added up, trust her.
"Well, yes, but you should try and make yourself impartial regardless of your personal opinion…."
"Even though she was a hag with no redeeming qualities," Nym said as she shook her head and Amelia offered her an exasperated glance.
"Yes, Nymphadora, even with that," Amelia offered and she knew that she would make more of an impression if she used the Auror's given name then her surname.
Needless to say that got the message and Nym watched her superior and Amelia tapped her quill on the desk.
Harry smiled as he shook his head and cleared his throat. Amelia's eyes snapped back onto his and she continued to speak.
"Fudge and Umbridge are out….Rufus Scrimgeour is someone who is popular enough to get the job, but he doesn't want it and the pressure of having the job….he wouldn't handle it that well," Amelia offered to him.
"You'd be perfect for the job, you're well respected, you satisfy the pureblood idiots, and you don't have an agenda…."
"Yes well…." Amelia said, she was trying to figure out whether or not she could argue against Harry but she was having a mind lock with what she was saying.
The fact of the matter was that no matter how hard she could think of a counter argument, she could be one.
"I don't think you'd even be there for that long, maybe a few years or so," Harry offered her and he could tell that he had the hook dangling in front of Amelia. She was about ready to grab onto it and Harry was about ready to reel it in.
"Well it's a very interesting offer."
Harry gave her one of those smiles that was pretty much intended to reel someone in and cause them to fall under the sway of a person.
"It's one of those offers that come along only once in a life time," he told her and the smile once again flickered over his face.
Harry's smile got even wider as he could see her resistance go flying out of the window and it was not because of the Minister of Magic thing.
Amelia felt a bit hot and bothered, perhaps it was the fact that she had been working tooth and nail over the past couple of weeks.
"I need to take care of something," Amelia said suddenly, saved by a memo marked urgent on her desk.
"Of course, take your time, Amy," Harry breathed in her ear.
She closed her eyes, she would have hexed any other wizard who would have used that particular name in her presence but she bolted out of the office.
Nym's smile got even wider to the point where it looked to be fixed on her face.
"You're something else, you know," Harry offered as he kept his eyes locked on Nym and the young Auror looked at him.
She could do the puppy dog eyes better than most, given that she could change the shape and the color of her eyes thanks to her powers. Although she looked at Harry.
"What?" Nym asked and Harry grabbed her arm around her and grabbed her around the ass, causing her to give a pleasurable squeal.
"Oh, don't act so innocent, you are fucking insatiable," Harry said and he grabbed Nym around the arms, pushing her against the desk.
Nym closed her eyes as she felt Harry brush back against her. Appoline watched and she felt a heat coming from her as well.
"So, tender, so young, so beautiful," Harry breathed as he brushed his fingers up and down her covered entrance.
Nym felt her breasts slowly grow, along with her ass getting wide and more shapely than it already was. She could make herself as tight as she wanted to and for Harry she could make herself extremely tightly.
"I think that you want this, don't you?" Harry grunted and he slapped her on the rear which caused her to moan.
Nym said something, a slow whimpering word. "Yes."
Harry offered her a smile, drawing out her torture. "I can't hear you, you're coming to have to speak up, Nym…Pha…DORA!"
He kissed her neck as he emphasized each syllable of her name.
"Please…don't…."
"What, should I not do, my little Nymph?" Harry asked as he pulled off her robes and the tight top was getting even together. "You horny slut, you're going to make yourself ready for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," she breathed, they were touching, the only barrier was their clothes.
"I think that you should beg for it, shouldn't you?" Harry asked her and he grabbed her arms and roughly pinned her down against the desk. Their crotches pressed against each other and she tried force their connection but he pulled back, denying her for now.
"I….please don't…"
"You were giving the puppy dog eyes earlier," Harry said as he saw Appoline stripping off her shirt and skirt, where she was dressed in nothing but an extremely lacy pair of red bra and panties. Her cleavage dipped all the way down and she barely had covered what she needed to cover. "You want this, don't you?"
Nym looked at Harry, lust was in her eyes but her arms were magically pinned down to the desk. She could not move along her own accord and Harry watched her, her lust getting even more impressive.
"Keep growing until they bust out…Nympo….Dora," Harry breathed in her ear, his hot breath bouncing off of it.
She had unrestrained wetness going throughout her loins and thought that she would lose it. Harry's hands brushed all over her body but missed her covered breasts.
"Please, master, please, please, please!" she begged him and she was so wet that she could end draughts.
"What do you want me to do to you?" Harry asked, as he feigned ignorance and she offered a lustful moan and she closed her eyes.
"FUCK ME!" she demanded.
"Not until you say the magic word," Harry offered as he gave her ass a squeeze and she panted heavily.
"NOW!" she shouted and there was a ballgag in her mouth.
"I think that we're going to have to teach you a lesson in politeness, my naughty Nymph," Harry breathed hotly in her ear and he brushed against her.
Appoline stood, she was stripped as naked as the day that she was born and her arms and legs wrapped around him.
Her full Veela aura was radiating.
"I'm ready to serve you, master," she commented as Harry pushed his hands on her and the barrier disappeared between the two of them.
Harry lifted her up and positioned himself on the chair. He pushed her sopping hot cunt onto his meat spear and her walls stretched apart as she rocked back and forth onto him.
"YES!" she shrieked and Harry grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. The pressure of her cunt amazed him.
"Fuck, work me with that cunt, oh baby!" Harry grunted.
"I live, for pleasing, my master's big cock," she moaned as she bounced up and down on his pole, feeling the pleasure. Her juices lubricated him as he slid in and out between her wet and hot walls. The Veela cunt worked him as she rode him, moaning and writhing as she worked his cock in between her hot lips.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Harry grunted.
Nym thought that she was going to lose it, what Harry was putting her through, this was fucking legalized torture at its finest. Her arms were weighed down and she could not masturbate. She felt her breasts rip through her shirt. Her waist was narrow, like the perfect hour glass and her hips widened a little bit to give her a nice round ass.
She watched the progress of Appoline's cunt slurping up Harry's cock. She pressed her lips in between him and rocked him up and down. The blonde was really working him over and Harry grabbed her breasts and gave them a firm squeeze.
"Oh yes master, yes, they are fucking yours!" she squealed as her hips pushed around him. She was gushing her clear cum onto him and lubricated his pole. She rocked up and sank down onto him. The woman was riding his cock like it was a prize that she could not get enough off. Her panting increased as she played with her stiffening nipples and Harry captured one of the buds in his mouth, sucking on them.
That escalated her emotions as his huge prick slammed deep into her waiting walls. Her cunt clutched his hard rod as she bounced high up and slammed onto him. His balls slapped against her ass.
"I fucking love this ass," Harry grunted as he grabbed it.
"It belongs to you, mark it, mark it!" she begged him as she sank her nails into his back and her cunt squeezed his python, gushing around his pole. She bounced up and worked her hips around his pole, gyrating it around his member.
Nym watched and once again she was sweating, unable to masturbate herself raw like she wanted to. Her arms were tied down and there was a burning sensation through her pussy that she knew now could only be filled by one thing.
Harry's twelve inch cock went between Appoline's thighs and fucked her senseless. There was drool that dripped down her mouth as her gushing pussy tightened around his hard member. The blonde lifted herself up and rocked down onto him.
'Oh Morgana, I need to cum, why won't I, of fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' Nym moaned as she tried to push her hips forward but she could not move.
Suddenly she blinked as the position on the desk was reversed.
She was now on her hands and knees, her ass was up in the air. She was completely stripped naked. She had a pink strip of pubic hair, shaped like a lightning bolt right by her vaginal area and she felt a pair of strong hands on her ass. She felt another set of strong hands on her breasts and she knew that there was a Harry in front of her, along with a Harry behind her.
"You're going to beg to suck my dick while I fuck you in that nice ass and if you're nice, I'll take your pussy as well," Harry informed her.
The gag was removed. "Please master, I want to suck your dick, it would make me feel so good, and then put it up my ass."
"If you insist," the Harry behind her said as he swallowed his ass and pushed her cheeks apart, preparing for insertion. "Make your ass as tight as you can, I want you to feel it, I want to feel it."
"YES!" Nym yelled as she felt Harry push his magnificent rod between her cheeks.
Appoline was now pinned against the wall and his cock slid in and out of her with ease. The blonde Veela took it.
"Fucking hot," the Veela grunted as she worked her hips up and down against him, being driven to mind numbing orgasm after mind numbing orgasm.
Nym had her lips, her juicy and hot lips, wrapped around his pull. They were true dick sucking lips and Harry wrapped around her head as she sucked his cock. He played with her large tits were could have doubled as crash bags.
"I love…oh fuck suck my cock honey," Harry groaned as Nym went down on his cock, pressing her nose against his pelvic bone.
He slammed his cock deep into her ass and Harry really went against her. His cock was all the way into her bowels and she squeezed him nicely.
"Fuck, oh fuck," Appoline managed as she was getting rapid fire orgasms and she dug her nails into Harry's shoulder.
"That's it baby, oh that's it…."
Appoline returned and she saw a sight. She wondered if she had been working too hard and that her mind pretty much snapped from said overwork.
She saw one version of Harry Potter that was nailing a Veela against the wall and judging by the look on her face, said Veela was being fucked into submission.
Her Junior Auror was sucking off another Harry Potter, giving him what looked to be amazing head as he grabbed her breasts. Her ass was being hammered but he slowly pulled out and slammed his cock into her pussy. The Auror's eyes told the story of how much pleasure that she was getting.
Amelia had never had sex with anyone, having been married to her work but her eyes slowly followed the progress.
"Hello, Amy," Harry breathed in her ear and placed his hands on her hips and he placed his mouth on the back of her neck. "You look, tense."
She closed her eyes.
"I….I'm fine," Amelia breathed and Harry smiled as he slowly played with the clasp of her robes, slipping them down her shoulder a tiny bit.
Her mind barely registered the fact that there seemed to be a fourth Harry Potter in her office and he was naked. She could not stop staring at his cock.
"Look at it, it's okay, you can touch it," Harry breathed to her and he put Amelia's hands on the base of his cock. "You're a woman, you have needs, and I'm the best person to fulfill them."
Harry placed a hand on her covered breast and looked into her eye. "I'm the only person who can fulfill them."
The longer a wizard played with the wand the less stamina that he had. Harry slipped her robes down and revealed that she was wearing a black breast.
"Must be an E-Cup, maybe more," Harry offered as he weighed the breast in his hand, doing scientific study as he ran his hands down them.
"Yes…oh yes," Amelia breathed as she watched Harry double team Tonks and then there was the Veela who was leaving an imprint with her body against her office wall.
Her panties were off and Harry lined his cock up against her.
"I'm not going to do anything, unless you ask nicely," Harry breathed in her ear and she shuddered. "Don't worry, my darling Amy, I'm not going to bite, unless you ask me really, really, really nicely."
She broke at that one, that was the one final push. She managed to expand her desk with a quick charm which was quite the feet in the state that she was in. Then she slammed Harry against the desk.
"No, I lead this dance," Harry said as he rolled her over and he felt her jug like breasts and ran his hands down her body, feeling her dripping hot pussy.
"Please, please, please," Amelia breathed and he cupped her nice pussy, untainted, untouched.
He would ruin her, she would be is.
Harry prepared to line his cock, performing the necessary numbing spells and slammed into her. Given that she, like many young witches, rode broomsticks, the resistance was not there but still she was rather tight.
"FUCK!" Amelia mewled.
Appoline slumped against the wall and Harry smiled. He had fucked her silly and now he replaced his dupe.
"You get the real thing now," Harry said and Amelia watched, his cock was horrifically huge and he placed his hands on her hips.
He worked himself between her walls and her pussy tightened around him. The redhead witch lust her mind at the lustful sensations.
Nym was still staying the course and now, to give her mouth a break, she had one Harry ramming her in her pussy and the other Harry taking her ass.
"I think you crave this, don't you, my little naughty Nymph?" Harry asked her hotly, breathing in her ear as he slammed into her from both sides.
"YES, YES, YES!" she moaned.
Amelia offered similar statements of pleasure. Her mind exploded into sensations that she never thought was possible.
Harry took her on a pleasure ride and she never wanted it to end. He expertly manipulated her body and she mewled underneath his efforts.
She was supposed to be an independent career woman.
"Always the most stern are the most naughty underneath these layers," Harry grunted as he worked her over.
She was not to be a slave to a cock even though it was a cock of epic magnitude.
He slowly but surely fucked her into submission, her walls clenching him, tightening around him, and she clenched around him.
He spilled his cum into her, pumping a huge load into her. She felt fulfilled as his cum entered her womb. She wondered if it would be enough to knock her up but given that she, like all self-respecting witches, were on a potion, she figured that she would okay.
Unless his cum overpowered it naturally.
Appoline and Nym were fucked and Amelia had her head resting on Harry's chest as he wrapped his arm around her.
"So, your first time, wasn't it?" Harry asked her and she nodded with a half lidded smile and an even greater grin on her face.
"Yes, and it was….it was amazing," Amelia said.
If word got out to many witches about this….well they would be trying to track down Harry for some loving in some droves. Of course, he would burn out any poor witch that did not undergo her third maturity.
"So, can I count on you to help me?" Harry asked her and Amelia paused for a second.
After what he did to her, it was really hard for her to say no.
"That's if I win…."
"Oh, you will win, there's no way that you wouldn't," Harry offered with a smile.
Now that he was in the bed with the new Minister of Magic, it would keep certain people off his ass so he could get certain things done.
"So, do you think that Riddle is coming to the realization that all of his followers are gone?" Nym asked as she returned to the castle.
Harry smiled. "He won't know that….he likely thinks that they are all have forsaken. The ritual should have made him very paranoid."
"And he wasn't before," Nym said as she shook her head but Harry smiled as he wrapped his arm around his lover's back.
"Believe it or not….actually he was but this is going to make Moody look cheerfully optimistic," Harry said and she blinked.
There were really no words to how bad that was.
"So my aunt….the wicked witch…any luck with her?"
"She currently has to be rebuilt mentally and physically, Azkaban was not pretty, although she was quite the looker back in her days," Harry offered. "Fortunately the blood of three close blood relations will restore her, that's a key component in the potion."
"It's very handy that you have people like that at hand," Nym said and Harry slapped her on the ass with a smile.
"Very handy, indeed," Harry said as he pulled her towards him and she offered him a bright smile as she relaxed against him.
"So how long do you think it would take?"
Andromeda popped up with a smile on her face as she looked at them.
"Bellatrix has been given her potions, it should take anywhere between twenty four to forty eight hours, rarely less, sometimes more," Andromeda said.
"Vague, but I suppose that we should be thankful that we have that much to work with," Harry offered and Andromeda smiled.
"Quite," she said as she wrapped her arms around her lover and he pulled her into a kiss. Being with Harry had made her feel younger again and that was not something that was hyperbole, she was pretty sure that his semen had some kind of fountain of youth quality to witches that were in their thirties or older.
Granted it only turned the clock back an extent but that was an extent that made her feel really good once again and his lips pressing against hers was also an extremely amazing feeling. The way that he groped her ass was also good.
"So, I see that you're in a frisky mood today," Harry said as he felt her nipples press against the front of her top and by extension, into his chest.
"Well, yes, but I can never get enough of you or that not so little thing between your legs," Andromeda breathed huskily.
"I'm sure, like mother, like daughter," Harry said to her and there was a few seconds where both witch and wizard locked onto each other.
"I'll be getting a piece of that, but the Black Sister foursome awaits for you later," Andromeda commented to him.
"A fantasy of many wizards I'm sure," Harry offered her and Andromeda looked at him, her smile getting even brighter.
"Very true," she whispered hungrily in his ear and she felt his hand wrap around her backside.
"However, it's not one that many would be able to survive," Narcissa said as she stepped inside. She was dressed in a tight white top that really showcased her amazing breasts and had cleavage that was flaunted quite shamelessly. She wore a black leather skirt that Harry could see she was wearing a very skimpy thong underneath. She wore thigh high boots. "Good day, beloved."
Harry pulled the youngest Black sister into him and their tongues clashed together for the epitome of domination. The two of them rocked back and forth in each other's embrace and Harry placed his hands on either side of her hips.
Narcissa felt amazed and also she was extremely turned on by his actions. His hands were everywhere and she was about ready to mentally come undone. He grabbed her ass and she responded by wrapping her legs around him tightly.
Pressed against the wall, their tongues continued to battle back and forth and the blonde succumbed to the desires of his magical mouth.
Narcissa slumped against the wall, she had been kissed breathlessly and thus loved every single moment of it for sure.
"Wow," she managed and Harry backed off.
"Yes, wow," Harry agreed with her as he ran his hands down the side of her neck, the blonde MILF shivering.
Harry groped her ass and smacked it which caused a yelp from her.
Narcissa had a secret desire to be dominated which was being fulfilled with Harry and his amazing attributes. She closed her eyes as she thought about a life without him and it was extremely barren.
"Still, you would not have lived, until you experienced all three of us at once," Narcissa said as she smiled.
Andromeda offered her baby sister a shifty grin. "You know….it's technically never happened before."
"I know, but you cannot deny that it would be amazing," Narcissa said and she saw Harry's wide grin got even wider. "And Harry agrees with it."
"Who would argue with something like that," Harry said and in response, Narcissa bent over to pick something up that he dropped and showed her a view of her nice thong clad ass.
"You're such a slut sometimes, Cissa," Andromeda said shaking her head at her sister's antics.
"I'm sorry, who was bent over the counter this morning screaming at Harry to make her his own personal cum dumpster?" Narcissa asked with a smile on her face and Andromeda looked gobsmacked with that fact. "That's what I thought."
"Ladies, ladies, I've tied up one set of sisters already, I could make it two for two," Harry warned them and the two Black Sisters backed off, submissive looks in their eyes.
"Sorry, my lord."
"It won't happen again, master."
They got on their knees, which was a position that Harry thought suited Narcissa especially. For such a high class woman there were times where she looked like a wanton whore. Not that Harry was complaining about that fact, in face he was encouraging that fact.
"So Andromeda was telling you about it."
Harry could see his mother, dressed in a silk green robe that pressed around her amazing breasts, flat stomach, and delicious ass. When the robe flapped open.
Harry grabbed Lily and the two of them kissed.
"Mmm, the taste of Amelia Bones," Lily said as she licked Harry's lips.
"And you know…."
"I should tell you the story sometimes, in great detail," Lily offered as her hair flipped in her face. "She…mentored me at Hogwarts in some ways. I was eager to learn about Pureblood culture, mostly so I could find all of the holes to exploit."
"Well, I'm sure that you were quite adept at exploiting certain holes," Harry said and Lily smiled.
"And you are too," Lily said Harry as she stepped him back. "How about a little mother-son bonding time?"
Harry's smile got wide as he saw his mother lean forward, and he placed his hands on her, before scooping her into his arms.
"If you had to ask," Harry breathed as he walked her into the room.