CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: GINNY
WEDNESDAY, JULY 10th, 1996 – GRINGOTTS BANK, LONDON, U.K.
The Weasley boys entered the antechamber with their Consorts. The ladies had sat in the Gallery. They had taken some time to get there as they had to get free of their parents. By the time they arrived, Minerva had already made it back. As they entered, the elf named Dobby handed each of them their wands. Fred and George made a beeline to Harry and his ladies to congratulate them on what the twins considered the greatest prank ever. Angelina and Alicia drifted over to the "Shop Girls," while Bill and Fleur headed towards Ginny who was still sitting alone.
Ginny soon realized she was not alone. She looked up and saw Bill and Fleur standing before her. She still did not like Fleur at all, but Bill always had been her favorite brother. She leapt to her feet and hugged him, her tears returning. "Oh Bill," she wailed. "I didn't know! I didn't know!"
"I believe you, Gin-Gin," he said softly. "For what it's worth."
"Then why?" she began. "Can you stop this? What's going to happen to me?"
"We can only suspect and speculate about the why," to Ginny's surprise it was Fleur who spoke. "Your mother is not a nice person. She would try and ruin all her children for her own purposes if she could. But why this?" the woman shrugged.
"Once those pies left the Burrow, your fate was sealed, Ginny," Bill said.
"BUT I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT THAT!" Ginny shrieked getting everyone's attention. "MUM MADE THOSE! ALL I DID WAS SEND A NOTE TO MY FRIEND WITH THEM!! Hold on. YOU KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?" She was no longer hugging her brother.
"We heard something was up," Bill said. "We knew Dumbledore was trying to gain even more control over Harry and that Mum would help, even if it meant you were married off to him. We did know that Dumbledore had placed Hermione up for auction and was going to buy Hermione for Ron…"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME?"
"We did not know for certain if Mum would go through with it," Bill said. "If she was determined … well, you know what she's like. Had you known, she would have done it anyway, probably without your knowing anything and you'd still be where you are right now."
"Then why did Mum…"
"Act like it was your fault?"
Ginny nodded.
"We've been hearing word since Christmas that there was a plot against Harry to dose him up, get him married to you and get you knocked up before this year was out," Bill said. "We have sources and they are reliable because that's what Dumbledore said had to happen. But, he and Mum also let slip that this was your idea…"
"MY IDEA? MY IDEA?" Ginny began pacing around. "HARRY'S MY FRIEND! WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO THAT TO A FRIEND?"
"It's not exactly a secret that you fancy him," Fleur offered.
"I ADMIT I HAD A SILLY CRUSH ON HIM WHEN I WAS YOUNGER! I was hardly the only one! But that was all it was and it faded! Truth was I was falling for Neville after he asked me to the Yule Ball until I realized I would not be the red head in his life! Had Harry asked me on a date, would I have said no? Probably not! He's cute. He's very nice. He does not strike me as the kind of boy who will reach up your skirt the first chance he gets, which means he's far less annoying than other boys. BUT I WAS NOT DESPARATE TO BE WITH HIM!! DO YOU THINK I WOULD WANT TO BE PREGNANT BEFORE I'M EVEN FIFTEEN?"
Bill shrugged.
"So Mum wanted people to believe this was all my idea? All my doing? That I wanted Harry, wanted him now, and wanted to get knocked up NOW? That I made the Potion? I can't make a simple potion without blowing up a cauldron! Neville is better at making potions than I am! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT!!"
"You're fourteen, Gin," Bill said. "Who would people believe? You? And what if Mum, Dumbledore and Snape said different?"
"They wouldn't, would they?"
Bill shrugged. "Snape said your grades could be altered, for The Greater Good. Do you see now?"
Ginny shook her head not wanting to believe. "What's going to happen to me?"
"You will become one of Harry's Concubines," Bill said with a hint of disappointment.
"No…" she began.
"When Harry called Dad out, he had no real choice," Bill said. "To save what was left of the family, he had to give you up. It was for the best."
"For the best? FOR THE BEST? YOU THINK I WANT TO BE A CONCUBINE?"
"No woman does," Fleur said. "Look around this room. How many men are there and how many women? Four men, Ginevra. Four men and twelve women. Every woman in here right now is bound to one of the men. Only five of us are Consorts."
"Ginny, our options were limited," Bill said. "You were being set up if the plan failed. Unless this happened … you do know the penalty for what happened, don't you."
"Prison?" Ginny squeaked. "But I'm innocent!"
"And Dumbledore's head of the Wizengamot with your Mum and Snape in his pocket," Bill said. "Do you honestly think you could get a fair trial? Did Sirius Black?"
"No," she whimpered.
"You were a pawn Ginny. Pawn's get sacrificed."
"This makes no sense! Why would Mum do this?"
"It's a long story, Gin."
"Try me!"
Bill sighed. "Dumbledore believes that Harry is the only person on Earth who can defeat Voldemort. Now, let's assume that happens. What would happen next? Dumbledore is not a young man. He knows the last hero gets replaced by the next one. Harry would be Head Warlock, Chief Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Headmaster maybe even Minister for Magic very soon thereafter. Dumbledore is a vain man who loves the trappings of control and power. Harry is quite the opposite. Dumbledore is also a Pureblood Supremacists. He does not believe in Voldemort's view of the world, but he does believe Pureblood society and tradition is best."
"But he's not a Pureblood!"
"And neither is Voldemort," Bill said.
"What about all the Muggle stuff?"
"He feels the current state of the law encourages Muggle baiting which place both the Statute of Secrecy and our world at risk. A more tolerant attitude for Muggles is safer for us all, he believes. And you cannot create that without at least appearing to tolerate Muggle Borns."
"He doesn't?"
"One of his main sources of income is selling Muggle Born witches as concubines," Bill said. "The only ones who avoid that are girls like Hermione who become Consorts or wives before he can auction them off."
"So what has this to do with anything?"
"Harry is the opposite of Dumbledore in many ways and Dumbledore knows this. A Harry Potter world would really be tolerant and would throw down the Purebloods. They would have no more rights or privileges than anyone. Dumbledore knows he cannot control a Harry Potter who defeated Voldemort once and for all, but that Harry or his heirs would be destined to rule. Now if you cannot control the hero, under the right circumstances you can control the heir. That's where you came in."
"But I'd never…! I don't believe that stuff!"
"But you're a Pureblood from a family that is allied to Dumbledore and you're of breeding age."
"I'm just a breeder?"
"You were to have your first child before you sat for your O.W.L.s. If it was a daughter, you next child would follow within a year and so on and so on, a child or more every year until you bore a son."
"How would they do that? I wouldn't want to do that!" Ginny said in disgust. In her mind this was almost worse than being a concubine.
"Potions," Bill said. "Harry would not be the only one."
"I think I'm gonna be sick!"
"It gets worse."
"HOW?"
"Once you bore a son and it was old enough, you would be killed."
"WHAT??"
"The boy would be raised by Mum, trained to be the Pureblood Supremacist she wanted to raise. He would be Dumbledore's heir as ruler of our world."
"And what about Harry?"
"Once Voldemort was dead and his son was born, he would be of no further use."
Ginny's jaw dropped.
"He would be killed."
"How c-could M-Mum…"
"The grieving mother and mother-in-law raising the son as her own, who also had access to the largest fortune in our world, she would have what she wanted."
"So, if the plan worked," Ginny growled, "Harry and I would be dead. If it failed, I would be in prison. What just happened, Bill?"
"Harry happened, Ginny," Bill said. "Even if you're lying, he was not going to let your life be completely ruined. You were out of your league and he knew it. He would not see you off to prison. Unlike Ron, aside from this you always stood by him and he was sure all you could have known was that this was a scheme to marry him. On the other hand, he could not let the plan seem to succeed. He loves Hermione and the other part of the plan was for her to become Ron's slave. He needed a third option where you live and avoid prison and Hermione is not Ron's toy. And here we are."
"So the only other option was for me to be Harry's slave?"
"I think," Fleur said, "you will find that Harry's other concubines do not see their situation as that of a slave."
"O-other concubines? You mean Hermione and Luna are not Consorts?"
"No, they are," Fleur said. "As Head of two Ancient and Noble Houses, he's entitled to two Consorts. They chose to bond with him. The others did not choose that initially, but they have since so the only real differences are the way they came to be with Harry and the fact that only the Consorts can be the Duchess or Countess."
"So he kind of did this to save me?" Ginny asked.
"It was the only way given things," Fleur said, "but that is fair. You have a life ahead. Maybe not the one you wanted this morning, but more than you would have had otherwise."
Ginny had refused to look at any of the other women so far, aside from Fleur who had made that impossible, and she soon realized there were fewer people in the room.
"Bill, Fleur?" Fred asked, "come on. We're off to Pottersport. See you later, Gin."
Ginny watched as the room emptied. All that were left were Harry, Hermione, Luna and a blonde haired girl Ginny recognized.
Harry walked over to where Ginny was standing. She could not read his expression. "Harry? Is what Bill told me true? Did my Mum want us dead?"
Harry nodded. "In the end, as I understand it."
"And if you left it to DMLE?"
"You would be in Azkaban."
"What if you ignored it?"
"No telling what other scheme your Mum may have had in store for you, is there?"
Ginny shook her head.
"I don't know if you knew anything, but you never betrayed me before, Gin. I owe you that much. I could not let anything happen to you."
"Th-thanks? What now?"
"I'll have to bind you to me."
"Here? Now? Why?"
"I want to believe you, but I can't take that chance. Our next stop is my home."
"Why does that matter?"
"Because unless you are bound to me, if you are lying you will die crossing my borders. I didn't save you to see you die, Gin."
"What are they here for?"
"Story," he said indicating the blonde she did not know, "is your cross bonder today."
"My what?"
"We'll explain later," Hermione said.
"And I have never bonded a concubine to me without my consorts present. Usually, all my girls are here…"
"And he shags us all silly," Astoria said.
"…but time is of the essence. If you are telling the truth, we will know by tomorrow and we can have a proper bonding."
"Proper?"
"You'll see," Astoria said with a wink.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, I Harry James Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, by right of Spoils of Honor as granted by Arthur Weasley, your former guardian, claim you as my concubine in heart, mind, body, soul, and magic, to do as I please from this day forward until sale or death shall part you from my House."
There was a flash of magic. He's doing this to save me, Ginny thought.
"Strip!"
She did as she was told, blushing but thinking he was doing this to her to save her. She soon was naked before him and the others, her new dress; the best she had ever owned was lying on the floor along with the rest of her clothing.
"A real red head," Harry chuckled as he looked Ginny over. His hands gently touched her breasts as he leaned in and kissed her deeply. He broke the kiss long before she wanted him to and looked into her eyes. "Nice boobs, too. Smaller than some, larger than others. Soft." His touch was amazing, Ginny thought. Was it like this for everyone? "And they even have freckles!" He seemed to walk slowly around her touching her from her thighs to her cheek as if memorizing her form by touch. He was behind her and she could feel he was aroused as he pulled her close to him, returning his hands to her breasts. "Freckles all over," he whispered in her ear in a husky tone as she failed to suppress a moan.
"Should I fix her?" a voice asked.
"What's she mean," Ginny gasped. She gasped again as his right hand slid down her front and was running through her soft red hair between her legs, teasing her. "My girls do not have hair down here," he whispered. "My one little fetish." "We'll leave it for now," he said louder as she moaned when he touched her for the first time. He was rubbing her and she could not help but moan. Three witches were watching. She was facing them, and she could not help anything. "You entered this world with nothing. Nothing but your body and the hair on your head," he said as he really started to find her. "So you shall enter mine! You are going to climax. When you are done, pick up your things and throw them in the fire!" She moaned uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure built rapidly. Merlin he knew what he was doing, she thought. Then it hit her and all thought stopped and a loud moan filled the room.
When reality returned and she had caught her breath, she did as she was told. She picked up the dress her Mum had bought for her just the other day and her under things and shoes and took them to the fire place and threw them in. For a few moments, she watched them burn and with them her old life, one which she wondered whether she would ever miss.
Harry told her to turn around. He was naked. Briefly, she wondered how he could undress so quickly, but saw the other three girls had their wands drawn. She had only once seen an older boy naked like this before. She thought about that moment her First Year when Harry told her to kneel before him. Even then, she had not seen this much of the boy. She didn't think it could be this big. But this was like First Year when she walked into a classroom and found her older brother Percy with his thing in that Penelope girl's mouth. Obviously, that's what Harry wanted her to do to him.
"Do you know what's next?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Have you ever done it?"
She shook her head. Dean Thomas had felt her up once. Aside from that, she had never done more than snog a boy.
"So do it then," he said and she took him into her mouth. "Don't stop," he said, "no matter what happens. Not until I tell you to. That's it," he said in an encouraging voice, "in and out."
She did as he was told, just as she had seen that Penelope girl do to Percy.
"All my other girls can take all of me," Harry said after a time. "You want to be like them, don't you?"
She did! But there was a lot to all of him. Still, she was a very competitive girl and tried and tried until she did take all of him. She did that several more times as he groaned with his mounting pleasure. She felt it against her tongue first, and then tasted his release. But he did not tell her to stop, so she didn't. When he was both much smaller and softer, he told her to stop and stand up. She did as she was told. And when Harry told her to snog Luna and let Luna play with her, she did that too.
"Tongues, Ginny," Harry said. "It's only a kiss otherwise. Tongues for snogging." Ginny had had girl sex last year. But they never snogged. They never even really kissed. "My girls are as good with each other as they are with me," Harry said. "And it really turns me on! Now be a good girl and bend over at the waist." She did as she was told and as Luna was shorter than her, she did not have to disobey Harry and stop snogging. It was kind of nice, she thought, and then she felt Harry enter her from behind. She hissed and winced, but he kept entering her. Pain and pleasure, she thought, until he stopped when he could enter no farther. "Hurts a bit?" She nodded. "Let Luna kiss you and make it better," he said and she complied. As she did, Harry began moving within her.
Ginny almost collapsed from her climax and probably would have if Luna, Harry and the other two girls had not been holding her up. She felt Harry finish and felt pleased that Harry seemed to have enjoyed it and her. She did not even to seem to mind that she was not alone with Harry.
Somehow Luna sensed that thought. "Three of Harry's girls he inherited," she said softly. "Including you, five of us were virgins before Harry. We all became both women and his women, and we all did it with at least one of our other sisters watching and supporting us. You will never know another man and you will never be alone again." To her surprise, Ginny actually felt tears of joy and gratitude hearing this.
She frowned as Harry slipped out of her.
"He'll be back," Luna whispered. "As a sister, however, we are here for the others as well."
"Undress Story," Harry commanded and Ginny complied. With all Story was wearing, it took a while and when she was done, Harry ordered her to snog the younger witch and feel her up. Ginny did as she was told. After a couple of minutes, she was told to stop. Story placed her hands on Ginny shoulders and bent over and she watched a rejuvenated Harry enter the blonde has he had done with her earlier.
She felt two pairs of hands on her body and two bodies press against her.
"We are there for our sisters," Hermione said. "Watch Harry and enjoy his pleasuring your sister."
"And we will enjoy pleasuring you," Luna added.
Ginny felt hands on her breasts and between her legs as the two consorts began to pleasure her as well. She soon realized Hermione was taking the lead in her pleasure. "We enjoy each other," Luna said. "But only when our Harry or other sisters are around. You will never be alone again."
"We are one husband," Hermione said, "and now eight wives and we love each other with all we have."
"Never alone," Luna whispered as she licked Ginny's ear. When Story moaned in climax, Ginny joined her and Harry finished as well. When Story finally stood up after Harry pulled out, Hermione spun Ginny around and kissed her, driving her tongue into Ginny's mouth. Ginny was surprised she had enjoyed all of this. When Hermione broke the kiss, Ginny opened her eyes and they were clearly somewhere else. It was a large bedroom.
"Where are we?" she asked looking around. It was only her and Hermione in the room.
"Potter Manor, Charenwell," Hermione said. "You passed through the Wards safely."
"How?"
"Magic. As a Harry Girl, you now have special magic. I brought you here from Gringotts."
"How far?"
Hermione shrugged. "At least three hundred miles, probably a lot more than that. Now Dora has already sized you up. There are a few outfits in the closets and underwear in the dressers. Nothing fancy. Just enough to tide you over until the girls can take you to buy a proper wardrobe. There is also a robe and slippers in your closet. If it's just us family here, that's all we usually wear."
"Why?"
"'Cause Harry's even better the next time," Hermione giggled. "We all want him to take us and he does is best to do what we want. Clothes just get in the way. But for now, there will be guests, so we dress appropriately. Get changed and wait here. Our senior concubine will be by in a bit for a chat. After that, you'll join us for dinner."
"Okay. Hermione?"
"Yes Gin?"
"Was your first time special too?"
Hermione nodded with a smile.
"And you weren't alone?"
"Dora was there. We didn't know it at first. I know she missed the oral sex and probably missed our first real time, but once we knew she was there we did not stop and she was there when our bond completed. That night, Dora did sleep in another room from us, but Harry bonded with her the next day, and yes I was there when he did and we both slept with him that night. There are always at least three of us, Ginny. No couples."
"A-and girl sex?" Ginny asked.
"You've done that," Hermione noted.
"N-not with kissing. Bu I d-didn't know you did?"
"That's recent. The day Luna became Harry's Black Consort was the day she and I lost our girl virginity, while Harry was there. We had sex with everyone the next day, and Harry as well. You're actually the first to arrive here who was not a girl sex virgin, Gin. Which do you like more Gin? Girls or boys sex?"
"Boys," Ginny said. "I really did like it! Girls are fun but Harry is better!"
"Just wait 'til he goes down on you," Hermione giggled, "now THAT is amazing!"
"When?" she asked hopefully.
"You are not due for another good shagging until you have watched Harry take all of us. That's sort of your punishment for being involved. If you are innocent, and we think you are, you are going to be rebonded."
"What? What does that mean?"
"You're now in House Black," Hermione said. "Harry will sell you to himself as Lord Potter and you will become Ginny Potter. In doing so, Harry will shag you senseless over and over while we watch, and he'll shag us so you can watch and catch your breath. Should be fun!"
"And Harry can…?"
"Fourteen times a day, on average…"
"Bloody hell!"
"His record is over thirty, but he's threatened to cut us off if we ever try that again."
"Can any one woman do that?"
"Not that we know of," Hermione smiled. "Much as each of us would love to have Harry all to ourselves all the time, the boy is too much for one witch to handle if we don't rein him in. With all of us, we don't have to, although that may change soon."
"Why?"
"Can't shag all the time. There are other things that need to get done. Now get dressed and I'll see you at dinner." With that, Hermione left Ginny alone.
Ginny found to her surprise that whoever this Dora was had picked underwear that fit perfectly. Not even she was that good. She also found a nice, pale green dress which she thought was simple, especially compared to the gowns she saw earlier, but very pretty and after she put it on she had to admit it was also very flattering. There was a pair of sandals that seemed made for the dress and she soon found herself sitting at a dressing table brushing her long read hair and wondering what had happened. For the first time, she saw the black ribbon around her neck with the silver "BP" at the center. She had heard about these and now knew this was no dream. She was a concubine. Her life seemed totally turned upside down. She was lost in these thoughts and thinking about her first time and how strange yet wonderful it was when there was a knock on her door.
"Come in," she said. She turned and saw her visitor.
"P-Professor McGonagall?" she squeaked.
"Good evening Ginny," Minerva said in a gentle tone. Ginny was speechless. McGonagall never sounded like that and had never called her anything other than Miss Weasley. "And it's Minerva. I'm officially retired from Hogwarts as of today."
"M-M-M," Ginny began. "Retired? I'm sorry. I was hoping… You are one of my best professors and with O.W.L.s coming up … Do you know who will be teaching me transfiguration this year?"
"I do," Minerva said. "I will."
"But you said you retired."
"From Hogwarts, Ginny, not from teaching. And as none of you are returning to Hogwarts, Harry saw fit to give me that on top of my other responsibilities."
"I'm confused."
"It is a lot to take in. At least you're not all alone in this like most are."
"Hermione said the Senior Concubine would be seeing me and…"
"And she is," Minerva said. "I am her."
"WHAT!?"
"I have been a Potter concubine for fifty-three years, Ginny. I have been with three men in my entire life. Harry's Great-grandfather was my first when I was not much older than you. I was with him for a long time. Then there was Harry's grandfather, although we weren't as close, and then Harry."
"You've had sex with Harry?"
"Quite a few times in the last two weeks," Minerva said with a smile. "Not as much as some of the others, but I'd say on average once a day, maybe more. You know it is rather annoying that everyone finds this shocking. Harry, I can assure you, thinks I'm quite sexy; at least when I'm naked and not in my professor mode."
"But you're … you're … you're older than my parents!"
"Indeed," Minerva smiled. "And Harry does not care. He inherited me and that's enough for him. I will admit I am a bit old for the nude sunbathing the other girls are so fond of. But aside from that, I am his girl as well. And it's funny you should mention age. Every one of Harry's girls is or will be allowed to have his children. That includes me."
"But…"
"And I am the second of his girls to become pregnant."
Ginny's jaw dropped.
"The first is named Mallory. Harry inherited her from Sirius Black. She was at the Will reading today. She is his second oldest at thirty-nine. If that trend holds, Dora should be next. She's twenty-one. She turns twenty-two later this month, day after tomorrow to be exact although I think she's forgotten that. That would mean Hermione should be third, Daphne fourth, then Luna, then you and then Astoria."
"You can still get pregnant?"
"Sixty-eight is old for that, even for a witch," Minerva admitted. "Truth is, while we live a lot longer than Muggles, we are normally not fertile longer. But Hermione thinks the Concubine bond freezes our reproduction. Reproductively, if she's correct, I am barely sixteen."
"How does that work?"
"The bond prevents conception normally," Minerva said. "Harry can break that part of the bond and we can have children. But if he does not, we can't. Most concubines never have that broken. All you have to do, Ginny, is ask and he will let you have children. Right now, only you and Astoria don't have permission. Story hasn't asked yet. She's a couple months younger than you and for now she wants to wait until next summer. Because Luna is in your year, even though she is almost a year older than you, if you ask, Harry might agree."
"Might?"
"Today you have only taken your first step towards becoming all you can be here, Ginny. You probably did not wake up this morning thinking 'hooray, I become a concubine today!'"
"It never crossed my mind. Not once. Not until Harry demanded something from my father for what my mother did or tried to do. I was stunned, to be honest. I was crushed! I had no idea she was doing that and I had to pay the price? Why? But I spoke to Bill and Fle-Fleur and they explained it to me and it made sense in a peculiar sort of way."
"What did they tell you?"
"Will they get in trouble?"
"No. I wouldn't be surprised if Harry suggested it. Bill and Fleur have been trying to help Harry since they first thought your Mum was up to something and Bill does care about you. Besides, your reaction hardly went unnoticed. Harry said it was good that you heard it from Bill."
"Bill said Harry did this to save me."
"A fair assessment. We could not think of any other way. My concern was that if we did nothing, your mother would try to use you in some other way. This was the only way we could think of to both expose her for what she is and save you from her and Dumbledore."
"Today was just my first step you said?"
Minerva nodded. "Right now, you are a true concubine. You can still think, have ideas and opinions, but they are suppressed around Harry. At least they are if he wants them to be or if they are contrary to your loyalty bond. You cannot hurt him. Even if you had plotted his murder before today and still think that way deep inside…"
"I NEVER!!"
"Just by way of example," Minerva said soothingly, "you can't hurt him if you wanted to. Even Hermione can't hurt him on purpose, but she can ignore him and you can't. Your true free spirit is suppressed."
"It didn't really seem like that when…"
"Perhaps, deep down, the real Ginny wants Harry to be a part or her life and is not truly concerned about how she fits into it."
"Perhaps."
"But right now, even if your mind is screaming no, no, no; you will do anything Harry tells you to short of self-destruction and if he enjoys it, so will you or at least so will your bond. A Consort can say no. A Consort can tell Harry his ideas are silly. You cannot even if you know it's true. But, Harry can hurt you, criticize you and lie to you. The true Concubine bond is a one way street. The Consort bond is two way. Harry would sooner hurt himself than Hermione. He would sooner lie to himself than to Hermione. Same's true with Luna now. They can never intentionally hurt each other; they live for each other's happiness and are there to help each other."
"And you?"
"I and the others are Love Bonded. This bond we chose of our own free will. We chose to love Harry above all others and he chose to love us back. That makes the bond reciprocal. I am all but equal to Hermione in terms of my bonds with Harry. The sole difference is the true Consort is always first in his heart. The rest of us are tied for a close second. Throw in the permissions for children, and it is as close to being a true wife and partner as we can hope for and better than being a real one in many cases."
"You have to love him, right?"
"It doesn't have to be romantic love to take hold, Ginny. The love of a friend works. Any kind of love where you would willingly subordinate your needs for his works. For me, it was not unlike the love of a mother for a child. For the others, it was different, but it worked and we are all love bonded to him. This also means he can never break his promise to us to keep us with him forever."
"I could do that."
"Harry believes that to be true, Ginny."
"When?"
"After you are rebonded to the Potter Line."
"And that will be?"
"While we are almost certain you knew nothing of your mother's or your brother Ron's plans, we need to be sure. Day after tomorrow at the latest."
Ginny nodded.
"Any other questions?"
"This thing," Ginny said indicating her collar. "I've heard about them, but never seen them."
"I'm not sure if it has a name," Minerva said. "You will note I have one too?"
Ginny did notice it. She hadn't really looked before, but there it was – a black collar around her neck.
"It is a symbol," Minerva said. "It is said to remind us we are bound to a certain man. But it is more than that. That collar allows him to summon you to him at anytime. Many concubines do not live with their men. When their men need them, they are summoned and your collar takes you to him. It's powerful magic. There's not a ward known to wizards that can prevent you from responding to a summons. If you were locked up, chained and bound, you would return when he calls. It also allows you to summon him, but only if you are in danger. Again, right now if he chose to respond, nothing would prevent him from coming. Once you are love bonded, if you are in danger and summon him, he will come. He will come and probably summon us as well. You can also use it to go where he asks you to or come home – here – whenever you want to or need to. You don't even need a want to activate it. You merely think it and it works."
"Wow! Why can I see yours?"
"Because I am bonded to Harry too," Minerva said. "Although Harry's case is unique. When you first bonded, you could only see the collars of those bonded to the Lord Black Harry. That's why there was that other bonding, where he had sex with another witch. She was a Potter witch and in that rite, her act bonded you to House Potter as well."
"Why do I have to rebound then?"
"Harry wishes it."
"Oh."
"There a few other things you should know before we go down to supper," Minerva began.
"Are they bad?"
Minerva chuckled. "I guess that depends upon your point of view. First of all, this room is your room. You have your own bath as well. There is a common room outside your door and a similar bedroom and bathroom on the other side. These were guest suites in the past. We are on the second floor of the Manor. Harry's bedroom is on the first floor as are the suite of rooms Hermione and Luna use when they are not Harry's bedmates. This is where you will sleep when you're not in Harry's bed. And, with the possible exception of the night you rebond to Harry, and your birthday, when you sleep with him you won't be the only witch in his bed. The family dining room is also on the first floor as are some other rooms for living and lounging. The ground floor has the public rooms, including the library. Your rebonding will be in the library."
"Why there?"
"That's where all Harry's witches were bound to him. You will bond with him on the same couch, the same place where Hermione, Luna, Daphne and Astoria lost their virginities and became his and where Dora, Mallory and I became his. Harry would have preferred to bond you there today, but the risks of the wards precluded it. That's a big reason why he wants you rebounded. That way, you can share similar memories with the rest of us."
"Wh-who will be there?"
"All of us, Ginny."
"Oh."
"Just as you'll be there when the newer witches are bound."
"Newer witches? What do you mean newer witches? Harry was quite clear he thinks all of this is horrible! Yet, here he is with six of us and he wants more?"
"He doesn't want more, Ginny. I doubt he wanted any of us really. But, while it would have been easy for him not to take us, it would have been wrong too. It would have ruined Dora, Mallory and me. We would have been sold or, at my age, let go. Most concubines in Britain are little more than toys, and the boys share their toys. In my case, my status would have become public. I would have been ruined. Daphne and Astoria would have been sold at auction, most likely to Draco Malfoy who forced their sale in the first place. We are better off with Harry, Ginny, much better off.
"The other girls are witches, some of them younger than you. They're all to be sold at auction on Monday and Harry's buying the lot of them. Some of them are people you know like Katie Bell and the Patil girls."
"Oh my!"
"You should talk to Mallory or Neville's concubine Amber about what most concubines' lives are like. They did not begin with a well meaning man, but as little better than whores. Would you wish that on someone?"
"No," Ginny said in a soft voice.
"Hermione is as outraged about this as anyone. Yet she is the one who convinced Harry to keep his inherited women, to buy the Greengrass sisters, to consider using this to help you and to buy the others."
"Greengrass sisters?"
"Astoria and Daphne."
"Funny," Ginny said, "I almost didn't recognize them. They seem so nice. Not nearly as stuck up as at school."
"See what being a Harry Girl can do?"
"Harry Girl?"
"It's what we call ourselves."
"I kind of like it. You said Neville earlier? Neville Longbottom?"
Minerva nodded. "He, his Consort – the former Miss Susan Bones – and his concubine Amber were brought here following the attacks last week, as was Luna."
"I didn't know he…"
"Susan became Neville's Consort the afternoon of the attack. Amber had been a Longbottom Concubine since Neville was born, but he did not bind her to him until the day after Susan became his Consort. They are living here now, along with Neville's parents. They're on the third floor of the Manor. They too are about to get a lot more witches such as Lavender Brown, Hannah Abbott, and your brother Percy's witch Penelope Clearwater."
"Penelope's a…?"
"And Percy is selling her, yes."
"Why?"
"We don't know. But he is. Harry's buying every witch he can, within reason. All the first time concubines and a few more seasoned ones. He's going to offer ten times the market rate to both ensure he gets them and can pass them on to a good home and to hopefully mess up the market so that this year's auction is practically the last."
"He's doing this for all the girls like me he can?"
Minerva nodded.
"Hermione said he has this saving people thing."
"He does indeed. Anyway, our routine here is simple. The Longbottoms and other guests usually avoid the First Floor except when invited for meals and we steer clear of their suites unless invited."
"Why?"
"While we Harry Girls don't mind when our sisters are around when having sex, this is not a spectator sport open to the public. And the custom in this House is once the sex starts, every witch who wants to play, plays. You are not, however, required to. Now that we've included both Harry and Harry Girls on our 'dance cards,' we don't have to sit around and wait for Harry to have fun. You'll see. Mallory and I are not as – er – hormonally driven and are busy during the week, but we do help when we can. You still need your three orgasms a day. As the summer moves along, Harry won't be able to provide them all. His schedule and the number of needy witches will preclude that. Hermione will work out a schedule that will ensure you sleep with Harry and have sex with him as often as possible, but don't feel the need to do it yourself if he's not available. Besides, we've found he really enjoys watching us."
"What boy wouldn't," Ginny said.
"One other thing, just in case you're thinking it's been otherwise with us," Minerva said. "Your bonding and rebonding are the only times Harry is going to tell you what to do with him. The closest any of us have come to being ordered is when he asks if we would like our turn. Until you love bond with him, you couldn't say no, but we all have deferred in favor of our sisters or later. And all of us have asked him to take us. Not every day, mind you, but he's more than willing to see to our needs. Just don't be surprised if there's a line waiting for their turn when you're done."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"How does Harry compare?"
"In what way?"
"I mean to other men. He was my first and it sounds like he'll be my only and…"
"I was only with two others, Ginny. How do you think he did?"
"I – it was weird, not at all the way I thought my first time would be."
"I think just about any woman can say that."
"I mean there were other women with us and …well, it did hurt. But it was sooo good in the end. He and the others gave me my three for the day, but he was the best when he made me a woman."
"And what were you thinking?"
"I wanted to enjoy it. I guess I figured… I don't know, I just sort of accepted it as if this was how it was supposed to be for me and didn't mind at all. Then again, he was really good at getting me going."
"Well, to answer your original opinion," Minerva says, "and you must understand it had been years since the last time for me, Harry granddad and I did not do it that often at all. His Great-granddad and I, well that was another story. He was good. But right now it seems neither of them were as good as Harry."
"So I should consider myself lucky?"
"A positive attitude helps," Minerva said with a smile. "Now let's head down to dinner."
Ginny followed Minerva down to dinner and was stunned at the size of this house, and its opulence. The "Family Dining Room" was larger than the entire ground floor of the Burrow. She saw that Harry and the others had changed into more casual attire and were standing around talking with the others in the room. She could tell the Harry Girls from the others right away as they had their collars. She knew one! It was Tonks! That must be the Dora she had heard about as she knew the other blonde girl to be "Story's" sister Daphne.
Mallory was the first of her other "sisters" to speak to her. She introduced herself and said she wasn't there because duty had called. Mallory was a Healer? That was a surprise, as was learning that Mallory had been Sirius thirteenth birthday present. She was also surprised to learn that Sirius had shared her with a couple of his friends.
"But don't worry, Ginny," Mallory said. "Harry's not like that at all. He's our only man."
She was then grabbed by the two blonde sisters. "We just have to talk to you, girl," Astoria said.
"Was it fun?" Daphne asked.
"In a way, it was," Ginny said. "Strange, but I enjoyed it. Well, except when it hurt a little."
"Yeah, well that's supposed to happen," Astoria said. "We had our first with Harry too. It was wonderful in the end. Daphne was with me when I became a woman and I was with her when she did. Made it kind of special."
"And remember," Daphne said, "while you are going to be a Potter, you were a Black first."
"Just like me!" Astoria said. "I was a Black first. Then Daphne joined me as a Black, and then I was a Potter."
"Why? Why a Black first and then a Potter?" Ginny asked.
"I had to be bound to Lord Black to fulfill the terms of the contract and vow between my father and the Death Eaters who thought they were selling Daph and me to Draco Malfoy. Once I was a Black, Harry rebound me to House Potter. Balance, he calls it I think. So I had to go through the bonding twice in an afternoon. Of course, the second time was truly wonderful," Astoria added with a sigh.
"And then Harry took me again so I wouldn't feel left out," Daphne said with a grin.
"Would you have?"
"I didn't know at first. But after our first time, yes."
"It all happened the same afternoon," Astoria said.
"Well, enough about the fun stuff," Daphne said. "We've got years to compare notes and stuff. Tomorrow we're going shopping…"
"And you're coming," Astoria finished.
"They got me clothes…" Ginny began.
"That's just for a few days, we'll need to fill your closets girl," Daphne said. "You're the Duke's lady now! You'll need all kinds of clothes!"
The two girls spent several minutes talking about outfits and dresses and gowns for formal occasions and State functions until Ginny's mind was spinning. Even if they bought half of what they said she "needed," it was more than she had ever had before. Still, it did sound like fun.
Dora pulled her away just when she was about to suffer from information overload. She really didn't need to know how much Astoria loved Harry's man bits right now, did she?
Dora was with two older people. "Wotcher, Gin," she said brightly.
"Tonks? I thought it was you!"
"It's Dora," Dora said. "I'd like you to meet my parents Ted and Andy."
"Pleased to meet you."
"Dora says you're the newest edition to Harry's collection," Ted said with a smirk.
"Erm," she did not know what to say.
"I was forced into selling my only daughter during the last war," the man said. "She wasn't even born yet."
"You can become one before you're born?" Ginny asked in shock.
"No," Dora said, "the right to make you one can be sold then. You can't become one until you're old enough. In my case I was not quite thirteen."
"We knew she was one most likely," Andy said. "Once that sort of thing is done, it's almost inevitable. We suspected it happened while she was in school, but not until later than it did. But she became an Auror, so whoever had done it to her was at least halfway decent to her. It wasn't until today we were told everything. I don't really understand how the bonding happened for her, but now she's with Harry – as are you – and he seems to be really decent to her and the other ladies we've met."
"My contract was held by Sirius Black," Dora said as if she was explaining this for the one hundredth time. "He got it from his dad the same day he took Mallory. He was in Azkaban when I was old enough to be bound. But when he took Mallory, he let two friends have open permissions to play with her too. Apparently, the permission was so open ended it would apply to any concubine he had rights to. One of his two friends was killed. The other bound me by proxy as soon as I was old enough and on holiday from school. I wouldn't meet Sirius for years."
"So who did you first bind with?" Ginny asked.
"Remus Lupin was my binder," Dora said. "He was nice enough about it. But I was twelve and it freaked me out. How was yours?"
"I kind of enjoyed it," Ginny said unsure. "Okay, I guess I really enjoyed it. It was not how I imagined any of that would be, though."
"We don't need to know the details," Ted Tonks said. "The basics of how it works here have been explained. From what I've heard, you girls are the lucky ones."
"If this had to happen to our only baby," Andy said, "then she did real well for herself in the end. Given what happened to Dora and to my two sisters, if I had to choose, I'd rather have had Dora's life."
"Your sisters are…," Ginny began.
"Opposite end of the spectrum. I was from a "proper" Pureblood family with money. My parents sold us in marriage not as concubines. I was betrothed to Lucius Malfoy. Hated the guy. I became Ted's Consort in school because I loved him and knew my father would never let me marry a Muggle Born and because I knew it would break my contract with the Malfoys. My other two sisters were not so fortunate. Bellatrix Lestrange is one of them. I'm so glad she's dead. The other replaced me and until today was Lucius Malfoys' wife. Compared to those two, Dora's been lucky her whole life."
The Tonks were here for two reasons, Ginny learned. The former Mrs. Malfoy was in a nearby hospital. Before Harry had annulled her marriage and taken her under house protection, she had been beaten and apparently raped by her son and his friends. Andy was here for her sister in her time of need. The other reason was a hope Harry had that at least some of the families of his girls could be reunited with their daughters in some way without too much difficulty. Harry knew the Greengrass family was looking forward to coming and living here. Like Dora's parents, they had been forced to sell their daughters but, according to Dora, who was there when Harry agreed to buy the girls, their parents were very pleased with him as their girls' new family.
She spoke with Bill and Fleur briefly. She thanked them both, Fleur especially for their talk earlier. True, it was Bill who did most of the talking, but Ginny took advantage of his asking her how she was doing to apologize to Fleur for being such a brat. She really didn't think Fleur was all that bad, but her mother had hated the French which and that had clouded her judgment. Given who her mother really turned out to be, being hated by Molly meant you had to be a good person.
The Longbottoms were there as well. Neville and Susan seemed really happy together and Amber, who Ginny learned had known and cared for Neville practically from the day he was born also looked very happy. It didn't hurt; Susan told Ginny, that in a way the shoe was now on the other foot has they had recently learned Amber was pregnant with Neville's child. No, Ginny learned, Susan was not jealous. She hoped to be in a very similar condition soon. To Ginny, it appeared that Neville's parents were very accepting of the entire situation. Although both Susan and Amber told her they had to warm to it.
The big surprise was learning Fred and George were there as well. Well, Ginny thought, maybe not as big as learning her two brothers also had Consorts and concubines. She had played Quidditch with Alicia and Angelina (and would never tell her brothers that she had girl sex with them as well), but she was stunned to learn that they were now like Hermione, Luna and Susan, Consorts with a small group of concubines to look after, even if each of the Twins two concubines were actually older than their Consorts. The girls had come with the store? They had two jobs? Shop Girls in front and sex toys in back? Apparently, the twins were as appalled as Ginny about the girls past employer and how their former back room customers had kept coming around. It was no surprise to Ginny to learn that the Twins had fled to Charenwell that day. She apologized for not talking to them back in London, but they seemed to understand. Fortunately, their attempts at giving their sister a ribbing for becoming a Harry Girl were quashed by six witches who did not find it either appropriate or in good taste. That the twins could be controlled was stunning. Then again, they were outnumbered three to one.
Ginny was pleased to learn the Twins had moved here as well. They would be staying in one of the Potter guest houses for a little while. While there was room at the Manor on the Third Floor, as the Longbottoms were there it was decided not to have the twins there as well. This was in part for privacy and in part because it seemed Neville and Harry did not trust the Twins to completely behave themselves. For Ginny, however, learning that she had not lost all of her family because of her stupid mother made the day even better.
One thing she learned talking to all the other concubines, regardless of whom they were bound to, she was the only one there not love bonded to her binder. She asked how it was done and was almost disappointed that there was no real sex involved, "but that doesn't mean there can't be," more than one woman told her. That was a situation she intended to remedy with Harry as soon as possible.
Dora, Hermione and Luna all questioned her about what she knew about her mother's plotting. Ginny admitted, for a long time her mother had thought she and Harry would be good together and Ron needed someone like Hermione, but she didn't think it meant anything, really. She was over her crush, and while that didn't mean she would have turned down a date with Harry or even a chance at being his girlfriend, she was not pining for him or plotting to make him hers. She was horrified to learn just how much love potion was in those confections. Had Harry eaten them (and had he not been already bound to not just one but many women, which apparently counteracts the potions), he would probably have raped Ginny on sight, unless she gave in. She did have a laugh thinking what her mother would have thought of Harry shagging her at the dinner table in the Burrow. It would not have been her fault, after all.
Just before everyone sat down for dinner, Harry pulled her aside. Apparently, the bond she now had was such she not only could not lie to Harry, she could not lie to his other bond mates. The questioning was on purpose. Harry was satisfied that she knew nothing about what her mother and Ron were up to. As such, she would be rebonded perhaps as early as tomorrow. Tonight, however, if Harry could get through the other six witches, she could have her Harry Time.
She ate sitting between Luna and Daphne and having to suffer, blushing furiously, through each of them whispering about their various playtimes with Harry in shocking detail. This was going to be a very different life.
Not long after dinner and after all the guests had left, Ginny found herself in the Great Room on the First Floor in nothing but her robe and slippers, standard "uniform" for Harry Girls, she was told. She was also told that Harry had never said a thing about that. The Harry Girls did it of their own accord. Just her robe meant just that, Harry Girls did not wear anything underneath "except desire," one of them said. The robes had charms on them so you felt as if you were clothed, she discovered and other charms that prevented them from revealing too much if anyone but the Family was around.
Harry and the others were waiting when she arrived. They too were in robes, but the slippers were already off and lined up in a row. Ginny took that hint. She was told to stand in the center of a place surrounded by couches, face "her Husband," and remove her robe, which she did. She might have done it anyway, she would never know. She did know the bond would have overcome any reluctance, except she could not recall feeling any. She was told to turn around slowly and look each of her "new sisters" over, head to toe. This part, she knew, the bond made her do without hesitation. Each was now naked and not covering up in any way so she could get a good look, she thought. Objectively speaking, from oldest to youngest, it was an attractive lot, Ginny thought. She could even see why Harry found a naked McGonagall sexy. They were all different shapes and sizes, but they all had one thing in common: no body hair as far as she could see.
When she completed turning around and was facing Harry again, he told her to raise her arms over her head. Hermione got up with a wand and did something. When she finished she said: "Now you are a real Harry Girl because you're no longer a hairy girl, get it?" Ginny guessed at what Hermione meant and looked and saw her red patch was gone. "Oral sex is better this way," Hermione said, "and it's not as dirty down there. But, if you are dressed and get truly aroused, your knickers will be wetter than before."
"Ginny?" Harry began, "we have determined that you knew nothing of the vile schemes arrayed against us. Your bond prevents you from lying to me. Not even veriteserum is as effective. Because of what your mother did, custom, practice require some punishment and as I said earlier, your primary punishment is I won't make love to you until you have watched me make love to all my other girls first, and Astoria's being your cross bonder does not count. Once I make love to you again, your punishment is at an end. I want your punishment to end tonight so that I may take you to bed with my Consorts. You will be rebonded not later than Friday afternoon. At that time, you will become Madam Ginny Potter-Black and anytime after that you may choose to take the Love Bond and ask to become the mother of our children. Also, once your punishment is over, I will treat you as I do all my girls. You will not be ordered to do anything sexual ever again. Until then, however…" Harry opened his robes and Ginny could see he was aroused, "I think a little blow job practice is in order."
She learned her role in this night's activities. Harry seemed to appreciate some appropriate stimulation to prepare for his next partner. That was Ginny's role and the role of one of the other witches. Once Harry finished in her mouth, Ginny was ordered to have sex with Astoria, each pleasuring the other with their mouths and tongues and not stopping until the other was satisfied. Then Ginny had to sit close while Harry made love to Minerva. The routine was set. Ginny got Harry ready having sex with the other witches from the youngest to the oldest while Harry made her watch him as he had them in order from oldest to youngest, excluding her of course. When it was Astoria's turn with Harry, Ginny had already run through all the others and was surprisingly tired. Harry didn't seem that way at all, which explained why the others all seemed to agree he was too much for them alone. This last time, however, was different. Harry invited Ginny to share him with Astoria. While Astoria rode his wand, Ginny learned why the others thought he was the best of the lot at oral sex. Once all three were finished, a short break was allowed and many headed for the loos to freshen up a little. Then it was Ginny's turn. As tired as she was, he entered her and brought her to three mind blowing climaxes before he finished. Even after all that, he made sure there was more Harry fun with her, Hermione and Luna before the lot of them finally fell asleep in a pile sometime after midnight.
A/N: RELATIONSHIP SCORECARD:
If you didn't read the Intro, you missed that. This is so you can keep up with who's with who and how. Since someone asked, I'm adding 1 thing. P indicates the woman is expecting.
Key:
Names in Italics = OCGr – Gryffindor, Hu – Hufflepuff, Ra – Ravenclaw, Sl – Slytherin. SG – St. George's School, PE – Prince Edward School, SA – St. Andrew's, SP – St. Patrick's, SD – St. David's.(Number indicates last year completed. No number means they finished all seven years.)
Harry James Potter, age 15.1. Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (Gr-5); CONSORT (POTTER).
2. Luna Celeste (Lovegood) Black, age 15 (Ra-4); CONSORT (BLACK).
3. Dora (Tonks) Black-Potter, age 21 (Hu); CONCUBINE (BLACK).
4. Minerva Grace (McGonagall) Potter-Black, age 68 (Gr); CONCUBINE (POTTER).P
5. Mallory Michelle (Grant) Black Potter, age 39 (Hu); CONCUBINE (BLACK).P
6. Daphne Renee (Greengrass) Black-Potter, age 16 (Sl-5); CONCUBINE (BLACK).
7. Astoria Lynn (Greengrass) Potter-Black, age 14 (Sl-3); CONCUBINE (POTTER).
8. Ginevra Molly Weasley, age 14 (8/11/81) (Gr-4); CONCUBINE OF HOUSE BLACK 7/10/96.
Bill Weasley, age 25.
Fleur Patrice (Delacour) Weasley, age 19; CONSORT (BILL WEASLEY).
Neville Algicyrus Longbottom, age 15.
1. Susan Marie (Bones) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5); CONSORT (NEVILLE).
2. Amber Selma (Harker) Longbottom, age 33 (Sl-5); CONCUBINE (LONGBOTTOM).P
Fred Weasley, age 18.
1. Verity Nicole (Smith) Weasley, age 21 (SG-5). CONCUBINE (FRED).
2. Danielle Louise (Carter) Weasley, age 20 (SG-5). CONCUBINE (FRED).
3. Alicia May Spinet, age 18 (Gr). CONSORT (FRED).
George Weasley, age 18.
1. Shelly Ann (Parker) Weasley, age 22 (SD). CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
2. Ellen Suzanne (North) Weasley, age 20 (PE). CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
3. Angelina Olivia (Johnson) Weasley, age 18 (Gr). CONSORT (GEORGE).