Chapter 6: Lily Evans
Notes:
This one got away from me a bit, but I didn't want to split it into two chapters. Hope you guys enjoy.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he smiled at the young man across from him.
It had been five long years. Albus had kept in touch with Harry, mainly by adding him to his christmas card mailing list, but he hadn't seen hide nor hair of the young man in half a decade. Harry had dutifully served his house arrest, and now he was back in the headmaster's office, ready to return to his previous post.
Things weren't as dire as they had been. The ideology of pureblood supremacy had been dying a rather swift death over the past few years, and while the faction still held some traces of relevance in the wizengamot, within the walls of Hogwarts, the new generation had practically demolished it. There were muggle borns in Slytherin now, several of them, and the ones that were bullied were bullied for being nerds or being awkward, not for their blood status!
And it was all thanks to this young man, who had caused the very first cracks in that foundation of bigotry with his kindness and caring.
Yes, merely off of his previous achievements, Harry would have had his old post back. But that wasn't all. Life moved on. Even without the rampant blood supremacy, there were still arguments and feuds, students still got sad and acted out. In these five years, Albus had realized that having a counselor wasn't a luxury, was a necessity.
"It's good to see you, sir." Harry said as he nicked a lemon drop from the Headmaster's bowl. He popped it into his mouth, thought for a second, and then looked up at him, "Do you mind if I grab a handful?"
"Please, help yourself, people rarely ever take my lemon drops. I fear they think I lace them with truth serum or something."
"Why would they ever think that?" Harry said as he sucked on the lemon drop and grabbed two heaping handfulls and stuffed them in his robes.
Albus chuckled at his actions. "I hear that you were very active during your house arrest."
Harry coughed and choked on the sour sweet as Albus laughed even louder. Harry shook his head, "yeah, well, you know how things go, sir."
Harry had indeed been very active. Within a week of arriving at Bones manor, Molly had given birth to a beautiful baby girl that she named Ginevra. And then, over the next two months, almost simultaneously, all the other girls got pregnant. And so, in the first year, Harry became a father of five little girls.
Three of his ladies had been content with just the one child. Andi, because after Nymphadora was born, she could not think of another name that was anywhere near as optimal. Amelia, because she needed to keep her body in shape for when she returned to the active auror force. And Narcissa, because after the smoothest, most painless pregnancy of the five, she insisted that her frail body would simply expire if she were to give birth another time.
Molly, though, insisted that she was nowhere near done, and Bella put her foot down, saying that she wouldn't allow anyone to have more babies with her master than she did. And so, the two of them were at the moment very heavily pregnant.
"Are your wives comfortable with you staying in the castle for such a long period of time?"
"Oh, they're fine with it. As long as I have a direct floo connection to the manor, of course." Harry was under no illusion that would be spending any nights here at Hogwarts. Hell, he doubted he'd even manage to show up for lunch or breakfast at the great hall.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
"Well then, Harry. I'm happy to have you back on board!"
"Happy to be back, sir!"
…
"And finally, we'd like to welcome back our wonderful mental health counselor Mr. Harry Potter! Harry…"
Harry stood up, eyes scanning the crowd of students, trying his best not to zero in on some unfamiliar familiar faces. While most of the younger years remained silent, the sixth and seventh years all gave him a rousing round of applause.
"Most of you don't know me, but those older years that do, know that I'm always there to lend an ear. No matter what issues you may be facing, no matter how big or small, my door will always be open if you're in need of help."
Another round of applause followed before Harry returned to his seat and the headmaster moved on with his speech.
Over at the Gryffindor table, a certain fifth year redhead was eying their new counselor suspiciously.
"Oh my god, he's so damn hot! Isn't he?" Alice raved from beside her as their other friends agreed.
"He's related to Potter though, isn't he?" Lily said. Even without the last name, this new counselor and Potter bore too much of a resemblance to not be some type of family.
At that moment, they could overhear Black asking Potter the same thing, only for Potter to respond with. "I swear I've never even heard of the bloke before."
"You know, Lily, he kinda looks like you too, actually. He's got your eyes." Marie, another one of her friends, said.
Alice nodded. "Oh, for sure! In fact, now that you mention it, he actually looks a lot like you, Lils. Like, he could be your older brother or something."
Lily was back to staring at the man, but with a much different mindset. Now that Marie pointed it out, she saw it everywhere. The eyes, yes, but the nose too, and the cheekbones and lips. It was uncanny.
"Or my father, maybe."
"Huh?" Marie asked.
"Or he could be my dad." Lily said.
Alice blinked. "He looks a bit young for that, Lily. I'd say older brother for sure though. Like, he could be yours and Potters at the same time. Weird."
Lily disregarded the Potter comment. Throughout dinner, she stole glances at him, finding it easier and easier to picture him as somehow being her father. So he'd had her young. Really young. Whatever. It worked.
By the end of the night, she found that she couldn't get the image out of her head.
…
Lily was more than a bit frustrated.
She'd avoided Potter's bullshit last night, but things had started up early this morning. It seemed like the summer hadn't been enough for Potter to mature, and Lily was once again under constant barrage of flirting and dirty jokes, cheered on by those stupid Marauders.
Seriously, how could someone as intelligent as Lupin hang with those idiots?
Then, at breakfast, counselor Potter was nowhere to be seen. She'd already drawn a few sketches of him and now she had no way of knowing how accurate they were.
Then Sev had tried to come up and talk to her and Lily had to struggle through that stilted, awkward conversation. Things were just so weird on that front.
She sighed as she walked down the hallway. She had a free period while her friends were in Divinations. She figured she might as well go to the library and study something, anything.
She was top of the class four years running, and she couldn't let that title slip by. Especially not now.
She let out a little yelp as she turned a corner and bumped into someone.
"Sorry about that."
She inhaled sharply as she realized just who she'd bumped into.
He was there, up close and personal, ruggedly handsome as ever. His hair was much more dishevelled than it had been the night before, and his clothes were also quite a mess, but he pulled off the look much better than Potter ever had.
He also smelled quite musky. It was really strong, and she must have made a face, because he gave her an apologetic smile.
"Sorry about that." He waved his wand over himself, cleaning up both his scent and his appearance. Lily wanted to say that she hadn't minded the smell at all.
"I just got back. Oh, erm, my apologies, I'm Harry Potter, the new counselor."
"Lily Evans." She pulled a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. "Are you related to the Potter in my year?"
She hadn't meant to ask it, but it had simply come out.
"Distantly." Harry said. "Though I will admit, we almost look like siblings. But no, I actually grew up in the states."
Lily blinked "In the states? Where in the states?"
"Oh, all over."
"Were you in New York in 1959?"
"...err, yeah, actually, for a few months."
Lily's eyes lit up brightly. "My mum was in New York for that whole summer! Did you ever meet an Iris Evans?"
Harry rubbed the back of his head as he laughed nervously. "Umm, I'm sorry, Ms. Evans, but I really can't recall. That whole summer was really a blur to me."
Lily pouted, but she remained undaunted as she looked at him with a strange glint in her eyes, "You can call me Lily, sir."
"Well then, Lily, you can call me Harry."
"I think I'd rather call you sir." She said, subconsciously licking her lips. "Sir, could I meet with you at some point?"
"Of course! My door is always open. How about this evening after classes?"
"That sounds wonderful!"
…
Lily frowned as she saw the gaggle of witches loitering about by Counselor Potter's door. She cleared her throat as she commanded their attention, "What are you all doing here?"
"I have some issues I need to work through." A fourth year Hufflepuff said defensively, "I need to talk to the counselor."
"Same." Most of the other girls murmured.
Lily seethed. "Well, I have an appointment, so you'll just have to disperse, because this is my time."
"No one said anything about any appointments."
"You're just being a prissy little bitch, Evans."
Lily glared at the girls who seemed ready to challenger her newly bestowed authority as a prefect. She went for her wand, a show of intimidation, even if she would of course never actually use it, as that would be breaking the rules. Unless it was in self defense, of course.
"What's going on out here?" Harry poked his head out through the door, and all the girls suddenly went quiet.
"They're trying to jump the line, sir. I had an appointment." Lily spoke up immediately.
"No one said anything about appointments!" Someone else reiterated angrily.
Harry sighed, chuckling softly, "That's on me. I didn't realize how popular my services would be. Tell you what, I'll set up some sort of system. But, for now, Lily did have an appointment."
The girls groaned as Lily smirked triumphantly.
"Sir, I can actually organize that for you." Lily said as she followed him into his office.
"Really, you would do that?" Harry said as he slid in behind his desk.
"I'd love to." Lily said. He shrugged, and she wanted to jump for joy. As easy as that, she had control of his appointments, control of his timetable.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about, Lily?"
Lily's eyes were sweeping over his desk, and something instantly jumped out at her.
His desk was full of framed pictures. At first, it was quite overwhelming, because there were several combinations of women and children. Lily's brain almost backed up trying to figure out just how many. Was it four or five women? Were there five or six kids? It was like putting together puzzle pieces, made more chaotic by the way the moving pictures seemed to all be connected. The little girls didn't want to stay put in one photo, preferring to run freely from frame to frame, making it impossible for Lily to tell who was who's daughter.
This raised so many questions. It was clear some of these women knew each other, but did all of them know about each other?
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize how distracting this would be." Harry said as he noticed Lily's focus on the photos.
They were all from one single photo session they'd set up during the summer. There was a very large family portrait with all the girls and his daughters back at Bones manor, but Harry had brought these individual shots along with him to Hogwarts. They were supposed to be individual photos of him with each of his ladies and their daughters, but it seemed that the girl's mischief had bled through into the frames, creating a chaotic mess.
"Are all these your daughers?"
"Hehe, yeah, they are. Its… err… a bit complicated."
A small smile formed on Lily's face. "I see they're all girls."
"Yeah, I haven't gotten that checked out, but it seems that I'm a one trick pony of sorts."
Lily's smile bloomed even wider as she hopped up from her seat.
"So, like I said, what did you want to talk about, Lily?"
Lily suddenly became nervous as she looked at Harry across from her. She wasn't ready, wasn't prepared, and she couldn't screw this up.
She shot up from her seat. "May I be excused?"
Harry blinked several times. "...of course, you're free to leave."
Lily bowed her head. "Can I be back tomorrow, during lunchtime? I just want to be more prepared."
Harry had no idea what she was talking about, but he simply nodded. "Sure, tomorrow at lunch it is."
"Thank you, sir!"
Harry watched her leave through the door, confused as to what had just happened.
Lily Evans, his mother, wasn't his sole reason for coming back, but she was definitely a great part of it. Harry had wanted to come up with a game plan, give it a few weeks or so for him to settle in and get a feel for the personalities at hand. That had been reinforced during the opening feast, when he'd realized just how different things had turned out.
But Lily had thrown him a curve ball by asking to meet with him on the very first day. Now, his teenage mother had seen his family photos and her reaction had been quite strange. Not in a negative way, but definitely in a way he hadn't really predicted.
His impression of Lily Evans from the scraps he'd gotten from Sirius and and his professors was that of a mellower Hermione, and while that seemed to be true on the surface, it seemed that his mother was a lot more complicated than that.
Only time would tell. For now, Harry had to floo back home in a hurry. It was the girl's bedtime, and they would throw an absolute fit if he wasn't there to read them their bedtime story.
…
Lily snuggled into bed. Her blinds were drawn, all her privacy charms were up, she'd finished her homework, and she'd applied her moisturizing face-cream for the evening.
She reached under the bed and pulled out a thick, leather bound diary. Then, she reached out to her nightstand. Tonight called for her special augurey feather quill.
She snapped open the diary. On a whim, she decided to leaf through it, reliving her journey up to this point.
It started with a very rough drawing, along with the name 'MR MILKMAN', all of it drawn up in crayon by a five year old Lily. Mr. Milkman, who's name Lily had never managed to uncover, had been her very first candidate.
The next drawing was better, but not by a lot. It was in pencil, and Lily was absolutely ashamed that her eight year old self could have ever been convinced by Mr. St. Claire, her math teacher with the big blocky head. She'd wasted away the greater part of a year following that obvious dead end.
The next few pages were a flurry of short lived leads. A man she saw one time at the mall with green eyes and Petunia's chin. Her mother's 'friend' who came by the house one time. A few movie stars here and there.
Then came the Hogwarts years, when her theories had finally been set on a solid foundation. After all, the odds of a random muggle couple having a wizarding child were infinitesimally small. But even just one wizarding parent practically guaranteed their child would have magic. It only made sense for it to be a wizard.
She'd had a small spell of madness when she'd been sure it was Professor Dumbledore, but then she'd spent most of first and second year following very solid leads that pointed towards Slytherin. She'd managed to follow the family line all the way down to a Merope Gaunt, and after some extremely diligent research she'd managed connect her to a Tom Riddle who had attended Hogwarts in the forties.
Unfortunately, all of her hard work had been for naught. Tom Riddle had disappeared after a stint at Borgin and Burkes, and he was officially pronounced dead in 1951. Of course, a body had never been found, but still, that trail was dead cold.
Lily had given up for a while. Last year, she'd investigated a few leads on some defunct family lines, along with a famous quidditch player from the fifties who'd been a bit of a horndog, but her heart hadn't really been in it.
Now, she arrived at newest page. Her drawing skills had improved by leaps and bounds, though of course, now that she'd seen him up close, there were a few tweaks that needed to be made.
His jawline wasn't quite as pronounced, it was a bit smoother. He did have more stubble than she'd first assumed, his eyes were exactly like hers, not just in colour but down even to the shape. Same with his nose.
In no time at all, her sketch had turned into a finished drawing, a drawing under the name 'HARRY POTTER'.
Her hand trembled as she underlined the name. Then she underlined it again. And then, in a final act of daring, she wrote something else beside it.
'DADDY!!!!!!'
She knew she was right this time. She just knew it. Sure, there was maybe a slight age difference between him and her mum, but nothing major. He would have maybe been in his late teens when her mum had been in her late twenties. She had confirmed they were both in New York right at the perfect time to have conceived her.
Not just that, but it seemed that her daddy had been a very active man. All those different women, all those daughters he'd had with those women, he was definitely someone who liked to sow his wild oats.
Yes, she had the full picture now. He was a loving daddy. Her mum had never tried to contact him. He didn't know he had another daughter. He didn't know that Lily had been seeking his love for her entire life. Lily saw all those pictures, pictures of her sisters, and she couldn't help but burn a little.with jealousy. That should have been her, there should have been a picture of her right there on his desk. She would have been the oldest daughter, the best daughter, just like she was better than Petunia.
Lily underlined his name once again, this time almost ripping through the page in the process. Yes, she was sure of it, she had found her daddy, and now, it was time to make up for lost time.
…
"Husband!"
Harry sighed as Narcissa shouted through the floo. He'd just gotten back from spending some time at home, but it seemed that she had decided it wasn't quite enough.
"What is it, Cissy?" Harry asked as her head popped out through his fireplace, fixing him with a hard glare.
"You are shirking your husbandly duties! That's what it is! What will you do when I am cold and dead due to your negligence? Who will be a mother to Darcia then? My sisters? Bones?"
"Are you talking to daddy?!" Came an excited voice from behind Narcissa, who turned her head aside, "Go to your room! You're still grounded for that stunt you pulled!"
"But it was Delphi's idea!"
"To think that my child would be a follower! It disgusts me."
One bone-chilling glare later, and Narcissa was facing him again. "As I was saying, what will you do when you get an urgent call after I have collapsed from my malediction? What will you do when you rush home, only to find that it has been too late."
Harry sighed. He thought better of reminding her that he'd 'dosed' her twice that very same morning.
"Come here, Cissa." He unzipped his pants, letting his cock flop out through the slit in his boxers. "I was going to help you tonight, but I guess we can move it up a few hours."
Narcissa tisked, even as she smacked her lips at the sight of his approaching cock. "This is merely to tide me over, I still require my nightly medicine."
Just for that, Harry was going to give her an extra hard pounding that night.
But for now, he simply guided his hard cock into her open mouth.
Narcissa hummed as she sucked on his cock, her eyes closing as she began to softly bob her head back and forth. Blowjobs had become something of a sacred ritual for her, a hallowed act where she would use her tongue, mouth and throat to coax holy mana from his heavenly rod.
Harry gripped the side of her head, pulling her hair behind her ear as Narcissa worked to gobble up his thick shaft.
"Mmmhh yeah, keep going." Harry said as he gave her a sudden thrust, forcing his cock down her throat before he slid it back halfway.
Narcissa glared up at him as she continued sucking, using copious amounts of slobber as she pulled her head back and worked her tongue around his head.
"Oooh! Is Cissy being naughty on the floo?"
Cissy's eyes widened and Harry chuckled as they heard Bella on the other end. Narcissa was clearly bracing against the fireplace, caught between needing her fix and wanting to escape her twisted sister.
"Mmhhp!" The muffled moan and the wet slurping coming from the other side told Harry exactly what Bella was doing to Narcissa on the other end. "Master! Fuck her throat nice and hard! I'll make her cum for you!"
That seemed like a wonderful plan. Harry grabbed Narcissa's face with both hands, and as he heard what sounded like Bella's tongue punching into Cissy's cunt, he began to saw his cock in and out of her mouth.
…
Lily was waiting by his door. She was holding a basket that she'd loaded up with food from the kitchens.
She was smiling nice and wide. She'd been smiling all morning. Alice asked her about it. Potter made a stupid comment.
None of that mattered. She had a lunch date with her father. She was the happiest girl in the world.
The hands on her watch struck noon. She exhaled, turning her head to the side. Any moment now.
Noon turned into noon plus fifteen seconds, which turned into thirty seconds, which turned dangerously close to 12:01.
And then it was 12:01, and the smile fell from Lily's face.
She shifted around uncomfortably for a moment. Had something happened to him? Had he been kidnapped? Had her daddy been taken away from her?
Lily rushed up to the door and tried opening it. It was locked.
"Alohomora."
Another turn of the knob. Still nothing. Her eyes narrowed.
She wasn't the most brilliant witch of her generation for anything. They'd yet to invent a charm that could stump her.
It took a little bit of wandwork, but in the end it was easy. She heard the soft click and she grinned triumphantly as she silently pushed the door open.
Thankfully for her, her gasp was completely drowned out by the moaning coming from inside the room.
There was her daddy by the fireplace, pumping his hips into a blonde girl's mouth. Lily recognized the girl from one of the photos on his desk, she didn't look much older than twenty.
Daddy's balls were swinging around, and they were just so big. Then, he slid all the way back from her, and Lily found herself unable to breathe as she saw the thick, long mast of flesh emerge from the girl's mouth like a magic act.
How could all of that fit in her throat?
With a pop, his entire thing was out in the open, the image of his turgid head burning itself directly onto her retina.
"Oooooh! No! Not outside!" The woman squealed in between loud moans. Her face was contorted in pleasure as she grabbed his shaft and inched her face forward, trying to swallow him back into her mouth.
She didn't make it in time for the first spurt. His penis twitched violently in her hands, threatening to escape her grip as a thick shot of white goo sprayed all over the blonde's face. Her eyes flared up in panic as she practically dived, managing to seal her lips around the head before the next shot.
It was absolutely shocking, the way the girls eyes glazed over in ecstasy as she glugged down what was a patently ridiculous amount of semen, each load visibly running down her throat every time she gulped.
Lily wasn't a pervert like some people she knew, but she wasn't a prude either. In none of the moving pictures from Alice's book had any of the women looked this happy to be swallowing cum.
With a loud, satisfied smack, the woman finally let go of her daddy's thing (his cock. It was his cock) she gave the tip one final kiss before glaring up at him.
"You need to have a talk with your daughter. She's become far too weak willed."
Her daddy shook his head, a coy smile on his face, "I'l talk to her after storytime."
More than anything she'd just witnessed, this was what shook Lily to her core. It should be her receiving a stern talking to from her daddy. It should have been her on the receiving end of his storytimes! Not for the first time, she felt a flare up of righteous anger at her mother for taking away the life she should have had.
She almost missed the fact that the blonde was retreating back into the flame, her face still splattered with cum as they ended the floo call. Quickly as she could manage, Lily pulled the door close, hastily reapplying the locking charm.
She closed her eyes, taking very deep breaths as she tried to cool down the sudden heat in her body. She just needed to regroup for a bit, and then she would knock on the door.
The door creaked open and Lily's eyes snapped open in a panic as she stared up at her handsome, studly daddy.
"Lily, have you been waiting long?"
"N-No, not at all!" She squealed.
"Are you ok? Your face is a bit flushed. Did you run here?" He asked as he glanced around. Lily couldn't help herself, she inhaled, and she could just about catch the musk that still clung to him. Her eyes darted down to his crotch, the same crotch that had created her, the same crotch that she had just gotten to see in perfect detail.
"I mean, it was more of a brisk walk. I brought lunch for us!" She picked the basket up and held it up to him.
Harry smiled kindly as he gestured for her to walk in. "I actually just had lunch at home, but I can have a small bite."
Lily stiffened as she walked, her smile faltering once more. "Was it homemade? I can learn to cook. I'm a quick learner, you know? The best."
"Erm." Harry laughed nervously as he sat behind his desk and Lily placed the basket on top of it. "I mean, if you want to, Lily."
"I do want to! What are your favorite foods?"
"I… I like treacle tart, and well, lately I've been really enjoying a nice, hearty stew."
Somehow, without Harry noticing, Lily had produced a notebook, and she was very rapidly jotting down his preferences. "What kind of stew? How do you like your tart made?"
Harry laughed awkwardly. "Listen, Lily, we can talk about that later. How about for right now, we enjoy this wonderful meal and we talk about you?"
Lily's eyes lit up upon hearing that, and she straightened up in her seat. "Really? You want to hear about me?!"
"Of course." Harry said as he opened the basket, pulling out a sandwich before offering one to Lily, who gladly accepted.
Harry was a bit full, but for her, he would eat this sandwich. He bit away at the edges, giving the crust tiny little nibbles.
Lily gasped as she watched him, her eyes turning watery.
Harry paused. "Is something the matter?"
She smiled broadly as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "That's exactly how I eat my sandwiches."
"Oh." Harry took another bite. He was at a complete loss of how to approach his mother. So far, she'd been acting quite erratic and unpredictable. He couldn't get a read on her.
Lily cleared her throat, dropping her sandwich off on the desk, completely forgotten. "Well, I think to start, you should see my grades!"
"Hmm?" Harry hummed through a mouthful of corned beef.
Lily pulled a binder from her bag. She flipped it open, showing Harry a meticulously kept record of her grades from her first four years at Hogwarts.
"You see, I've gotten Outstanding in almost every class since third year!" She smiled eagerly at him. "That Acceptable in Herbology is totally not my fault! I'm allergic to half the plants but Sprout still won't cut me slack. How unfair is that?"
"Very unfair."
"Right? Isn't it?" She giggled. "What do you think?"
"About your grades? I think they're really good. Better than good, those are the most impressive grades I've ever seen." It was true, not even Andi or Hermione had grades quite as impressive as Lily's.
"They are?!!"
"You know Professor Slughorn and Professor Flitwick say I'm the most brilliant witch they've ever taught? And I've never gotten a detention either!"
Harry smiled. It seemed his mother was in need of validation. "I'm sure you'll make head girl easily, Lily."
"Are you sure? I don't know, OWL year is very tough. What if my grades fall?"
Harry placed a hand over Lily's own as he gave her a comforting look. "Lily, I'm sure you'll be fine."
Lily's eyes were boring a hole through the spot where Harry's hand was touching hers. Harry worried he had gone too far in touching her, when she suddenly spoke up.
"Would you hug me?"
"...sure."
By the time Harry managed to push the chair back and get up to his feet, he was eagerly tackled by an auburn blur.
Lily squeezed his midsection tight, almost as if she were afraid he would disappear if she let go. She buried her face in his chest, and out of instinct Harry wrapped his arms around her.
Somehow, without having done anything, he had his sexy, teenage mother hugging him. And yet, while Lily's nubile body did feel incredible in his arms, right now Harry couldn't find it in himself to have lewd thoughts, not when this hug felt like it meant the world to her.
After quite a bit of time where Lily took long, deep breaths while her face remained buried in his chest, the girl looked up at him, emerald eyes glistening.
"W-Would you read me a story?"
Harry blinked. "Sure. What kind?"
"Any kind."
And that was how Harry spent the remainder of lunch sitting on a sofa, with Lily nestled on his lap while he read her one of his daughter's favorite bedtime tales, The Niffler's Pernicious Greed. He didn't have it with him, but he'd read the damn thing so many times, he could recite it from memory.
When the lunch hour was through, Lily had curled up on his lap, fast asleep, and Harry was stroking her auburn hair. He'd sent a patronus out to Professor Flitwick, excusing her from class.
She was quite a beautiful creature, his mother. Harry found himself mesmerized just staring at her, feeling her smooth skin and her silky hair.
Her eyes fluttered open like a fairy tale princess, and Harry found himself staring right at those bright emerald orbs, identical to his own and yet so much more captivating on her face.
"Did I doze off? Oh my god! I'm going to be late for class!"
"Don't worry about that, Lily, I excused you already."
"Y--You did?" Lily wiped some drool from the side of her mouth, glancing down and noticing that she'd left a puddle of drool on his crotch.
She'd been drooling right over where she knew that thing to be. That huge, bulging, veiny thing. The thing that she herself had come from.
Lily found herself very curious about it. She wondered if daddy would say anything if she just reached in his pants and pulled it out. Just to get a closer look.
She shook her head. He didn't even know he was her daddy yet. And Lily wasn't really sure how she would go about telling him.
"Da- sir, can I come back the rest of the week and do this?"
"Of course."
And so, for the rest of the week, Lily spent lunchtime with Harry. She would talk to him about her life, complain about this and that (usually Potter) and ask him about his own life. Harry was shocked about how accepting she was once he explained his family situation.
"So they all just live with you? And you treat all your daughters the same?"
"Oh course. I love all my daughters, I wouldn't treat any of them with anything but love."
Lily's eyes misted over once again, and this time, Harry was the one who offered her a hug.
Without fail, during these sessions, Lily would end up curled up on his lap while Harry told her a story or just comforted her. While the first time Harry's cock had been kept in check, it wasn't long before he was pitching a tent right up against her teenage bum. Sometimes, Lily very obviously noticed his hard on even before she sat down, and yet she still plopped down on top of him. Like right now, where she was lightly shaking her bum, moving it from side to side as she settled it onto Harry's cock.
Harry thought right now might be the time to make his move. He brushed his fingers over the nape of Lily's neck.
"I can't wait to spend all weekend with you." She suddenly said.
Harry grimaced. "Actually, I was going to go home for the weekend."
Harry had thought he'd be able to manage a good work-life balance, but he had to admit that currently, life was kicking works' ass. He just couldn't keep away from home, and between his family and Lily, it was a miracle he'd been able to fit in the amount of therapy sessions that he had. He knew it was something he would have to address, but, this weekend, his family needed him.
"Erm, actually, I'm going to go back home this weekend. But-" his suggestion for setting up plans for monday died on his lips as he saw just how crestfallen Lily became. "Would you like to come over with me?"
Lily's eyes lit up in pure joy. "Really? I can stay over for the whole weekend?"
Harry had been planning to invite her over for the afternoon, but this was his mother, of course she could stay as long as she wanted. "Of course."
Lily launched herself at him, giving him a tight, bone-crushing hug before she hopped up as if she'd drunken three pepper-up potions.
"I'll be right back! I just need to pack a few things!"
Lily dashed out of Harry's office before he could even get another word in.
In record time, Lily was barreling into her dorm room like a hurricane. She was thankful that no one was around. Since they didn't have afternoon classes, everyone was out getting a jump start on their weekend. It was good, because Lily didn't want Potter snooping in on her, or waste time having to explain things to Alice.
Lily stuffed her satchel with some clothes and whatever she could think to pick up before she ran back out, worried that if she took too long, daddy would leave without her.
"Wow, that was really quick." Harry said as she ran back into his office.
"I know some shortcuts." She said breathlessly.
"Well, let's go then."
It was only after he instructed Lily to call for 'Bones Manor' and he watched her disappear through the green flames that Harry realized that he hadn't consulted his ladies at all before making this split-second decision.
His face paled as he scrambled to take a handful of floo powder. He almost burnt himself as he ran into the fireplace before the powder even had time to settle.
He emerged out onto the drawing room barely twenty seconds after Lily had arrived. And yet, it seemed fate was not on his side, as his teen mother had already been encircled by his wives.
"You are quite beautiful." Andromeda said flatly, "Though now there are three redheads, my love will need to bring in another brunette to restore the balance."
"Psh. How do you think I feel? I'm the only blonde! I'm practically an endangered species." Narcissa eyed Lily wearily, arms crossed. "Half-blood, aren't you?"
"Mug- yes." Lily corrected herself.
Narcissa sighed. "I guess as long as he doesn't bring in any of their kind."
"Are you a troublemaker? I don't want any criminals around my Sophia, she already has the criminal gene from her father to contend with." Amelia said as she eyed her sternly.
Lily perked up. "I've never once had a detention! I'm als-EEP!" She let out a little squeal, twisting around to face a heavily pregnant Bella, who had just brazenly pinched her bum.
"Bella could bounce a galleon off your ass… Bella approves." The wild haired witch said with a lecherous grin.
An equally pregnant Molly rolled her eyes as she reached out and grabbed onto Lily's arm. "Don't mind them, dear. Now come along, let's get you fed."
Lily didn't have much choice, as the girls dragged her away like a pack of hyenas, almost as an afterthought, Molly glanced at Harry. "Honey, please wrangle the girls and bring them down to dinner."
"But don't be too quick about it, we still need to interrogate this new wife some more."
"Wife?!" Lily squealed, flushing in embarrassment as Harry groaned. He hadn't laid any groundwork at all, and the girls were liable to torpedo this thing with Lily before it even got going.
It wasn't like he could do anything about it now, though. With a defeated sigh, Harry went upstairs, knowing that, whatever room his daughters were in, they were sure to be wreaking all kinds of havoc.
Lily was quite nervous as she sat down. Recalling some of what Harry had told her about his wives - her stepmothers? - she looked over to the dark haired witch that hadn't pinched her butt.
"You're Andromeda, right? Da-Harry says that you're really good at runes and arithmancy."
Andi smiled and nodded. "I have a mastery in both."
Lily leaned forward. "Could you help me with rune topology? I fear Professor Null hasn't covered it in enough depth."
Andi looked as if Christmas had come early. "Yes, he does tend to merely brush the surface on each topic. Rune topology is actually quite fascinating. Do you understand the groove inefficiency problem?"
"Just a little. Could you-"
"This is all so BOOOORING!" Bella interjected. "What I want to know is if master has put his needle into your groove. Well, has he?"
Lily's face went beet red as Molly chided her for her crassness.
"Word of advice, don't get pregnant until you're out of school. Otherwise you'll be a jobless leech like these four." Amelia twirled her finger around.
"I am a magical researcher." Andromeda interjected stiffly.
"Do you pay any bills?"
Narcissa scoffed. "Bills? This is an ancestral manor, the last time someone had to pay for something here those retched goblins were rebelling."
"We're getting off track, dearies." Molly said as she refocused the attention on Lily. "Honey, you do want to be with our hubby, don't you?"
Lily squirmed under their gaze. This was all so strange, all these women not just ok with, but seemingly eager to have her join her daddie's harem.
But worst of all was the fact that she was not disgusted by the idea. In fact, the dirty little fact that she'd been trying to ignore was that, as she'd gotten closer to her daddy, she'd only found him more and more attractive.
"I-I do, I mean, I do, but I don't think I should."
Bella leaned forward on the table. "Ooooh, why? Is it because of Bella? I promise I don't bite… if you scream loud enough."
Amelia snorted. "Liar."
Lily's face was practically burning now, "N-No, I just… well… the truth is… he's my father."
It was like a bomb had just gone off. The room was filled with deathly silence, save for a constant ringing.
"Is that it? The three of us are sisters, and that doesn't stop them from sticking their tongues in every hole they can find." Narcissa said.
"Way to miss the forest." Amelia said. "Father? Are you sure?"
"I am." Lily said firmly, not a single doubt in her mind. "I-I just… he doesn't know."
"You do have very similar features." Andromeda said as she inspected Lily's face.
"Yes, those eyes, I should have seen it before." Molly said as she abandoned the stove to pull the seated Lily into a tight hug.
"Oh honey!" She said as she ran a hand through her hair, her large baby bump pressing against Lily's face.
"Are you serious? I, for one, do not accept any allegations without hard evidence." Amelia said as she stood up. "Have you verified it with a charm?"
"A charm?" Lily asked.
"Yes, there are charms that detect people's blood relation." Amelia said. "Watch." She muttered an incantation as she waved her wand over Andromeda and Narcissa. Immediately, a blue glow fell between them.
"They're siblings, so it's blue. Half-siblings are purple. Parent and child are pink, etcetera."
Lily felt her fingers go numb. A spell that would prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was her daddy? It was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.
"GIRLS! GET DOWN HERE!" Molly shouted up the stairs. "No time like the present."
Lily's heart was thrumming against her chest as a litany of footsteps could be heard coming down the steps.
Harry ambled down. Little Nym was clinging to his leg while Delphi was riding on his shoulders, tugging at his ears with a mischievous grin on her face. Ginny was tugging at his shirt, seemingly guiding him along, while Darcia and Sophia ran circles around him."
"Girls, get away from your daddy, we're about to cast a spell on him." Molly instructed.
"OOOH!" The girls all giggled as they heeded Molly's words, scrambling away from their father, with Delphi leaping off his back as if she were base jumping.
"Wait, what's going on?"
"Just stay still. And you, stand next to him." Amelia said.
Lily got up from the chair and walked over to Harry, though she kept her gaze down, unable to meet his eyes. Amelia waved her wand almost impatiently, and before she was even done with her spell, a bright pink glow fell over them.
Lily gasped, her heart soaring as she threw herself into Harry's arms. "Daddy!'
"What?!"
"You're her father, you deadbeat." Amelia snarked.
"Father?" Harry questioned as he absently wrapped his arms around Lily.
Bella giggled. "Master was being naughty with a muggle!"
Narcissa's face contorted in disgust. "To think you would have lain with those creatures."
"But wait." Ginny whined as her face suddenly fell. "I thought I was the oldest!"
As mothers and daughters launched into several overlapping arguments, Harry found himself in quite a bind.
It was all quite obvious once he looked back. His mother thought she was his daughter. This entire time, she'd been trying to bond with him. And, he really had no choice but to accept it as the truth, seeing as the alternative was admitting to everyone that he was a time traveller, something that he physically could not do. Not unless he wanted to unravel the fabric of the universe.
And so, Harry hugged his newest daughter just a little bit tighter as he drowned out the noise around him.
An hour later, Harry and Lily were out on the grounds of the Bones estate. His wives had sent the two of them out there to give them some time to talk. Harry had installed a swing set a few years prior, and it was one of the girl's favorite spots in the entire grounds. Currently, he was pushing Lily on one of the swings as the two of them talked. Night had fallen, the grounds ringing with the sounds of crickets as magical flood-lights illuminated them.
"And on my sixth birthday, mum got me a Sleeping Beauty cake, even though I liked Rapunzel better."
Harry shook his head as Lily swung down. "I would have gotten you a lovely Rapunzel cake."
He grabbed her by her thin waist, hands wrapping around and squeezing it tight before he gave her a firm push.
Lily laughed with glee as she flew up high, kicking her legs the entire way up.
When she came back down, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her still as her back pressed against his chest. "I'll make your next birthday special, honey. I'll make up for all the ones that I missed."
Lily shuddered, especially as Harry moved her auburn hair aside and gave her a soft kiss on the creamy skin just above her shoulder.
"Daddy. Can I confess something else?" Lily's voice sounded breathless.
Harry inhaled her scent, planting another, firmer kiss before speaking. 'Go ahead."
"I saw you… I saw you and Narcissa, that first day, over the floo."
At first, the only response Lily received was his hot breath tickling her shoulder as his arms squeezed tighter around her midsection. "And what did you think?"
Lily tilted her head back until she was able to give him a sideways glance, "I couldn't stop staring at daddy's dick."
Harry's cock twitched against her lower back as their eyes remained locked. Harry leaned down. Lily waited breathlessly, lips parted as her father's face drew nearer and nearer, his presence sending sparks of static electricity coursing throughout her body.
His lips claimed hers and Lily's eyelids fluttered and closed, heat rising throughout her body as she let herself be dominated by her daddy.
Her first kiss, taken by her father. She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them as she felt a strong tingle.
Harry kissed Lily as gently as he could, but he was still firm. Dominant. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth as she mewled against him. His tongue met Lily's, enveloping it in a warm embrace.
The kiss intensified as Harry's need for her grew. Knowing she was twisted up, he began circling around to her front, finally forced to break the kiss as the chain got in the way.
Lily gasped, hands going over his own as they kept her face in place. "Can I see it, daddy? Please?"
Harry smiled warmly as he stood in front of her now, shuffling closer as the tent in his pants pointed itself directly between her legs.
Lily was still in her school uniform, a button up shirt and a skirt that was currently flared up, giving him a perfect peek at her white knickers.
"Help yourself, baby."
Lily reached out with a trembling hand and undid his fly. Harry held his breath as she fumbled around inside his pants before her fingers brushed through the slit in his boxers and she took a firm grip on his cock.
They both gasped as Lily pulled his cock out into the open, her small, soft hand stroking it up and down as she glanced down in fascination.
Harry let go of her face. She looked up at him questiongly, innocently, and her question was answered as felt her father's rough fingers running up her inner thigh.
"Oh daddy!" Lily arched her back, squeezing his cock harder as Harry's fingers tickled her skin. With ease, they pushed her knickers to the side, and then they were sliding up her sensitive lips, expertly teasing her petals as her flower began leaking sweet, syrupy goo.
Lily was completely inexperienced, her stroking of his cock having no real rhythm to it. But Harry had never been so aroused by a handjob, his cock freely spouting pre-cum which became lubricant for Lily's hand.
Lily was putty in her father's hands as one of his fingers explored her inner folds and slipped inside her pussy, making her buck much more harshly than her own fingers had ever managed. Her lips were parted now, breathing labored as she glanced down at herself just in time to see Harry's other hand grab at her shirt. Not making any attempt to unbutton it, he tugged at it, her top three buttons flying every which way as her porcelain skin, flushed red with desire, was exposed.
One of her breasts - a bit more than a handful, perfectly perky with light, strawberry kisses for nipples - peeked out, and Harry's mind went haywire as its rosy perfection was exposed.
"DADDY!" Lily moaned, hand sliding all the way up to his cockhead as Harry simultaneously groped at her breast while one of his fingers fully slipped into her cunt and hooked inward, deliciously stretching her sensitive, virgin pussy.
Pre-cum pooled on Lily's hand as she squeezed his cockhead, her strong grip not bothering Harry one bit. He was far too preoccupied with rolling her nipples around between his fingers and frigging her pussy, drawing more and more delicious moans from his angel.
Lily writhed against him, her teenage body dancing to the the melody his hands were weaving. Most of her body was still covered up, but there was something supremely sexy about seeing sweat built up on her creamy thighs, over her neck, chest and her single exposed breast. Meanwhile, her shirt became damp, and her pussy was gushing.
Lily bent over and bit into his chest through his shirt as pre-cum ran down her wrist. Taking a page from his book, she grasped at his shirt, trying to tear it off but finding no buttons to help her along.
Harry let go of her, to her great protest. He was quick to remove his shirt, exposing his muscular torso.
Lily moaned as she stared at his chiseled body. She snapped forward, nipping at the middle of his chest. Harry tapped on the swing's chain, which extended itself until Lily's feet were firmly on the ground and her bowed head was now almost level with his cock.
Lily glanced up at him, a shy, nervous smile on her face. "Daddy, I can't promise I'll be as good as them."
Harry groaned as his hands went to her head, fingers digging into her auburn hair. "As long as it's you, baby, I promise it'll be spectacular."
Lily gave him an absolutely blinding smile before she closed the final bit of distance.
Harry cursed as her lips wrapped around his cock. Lily was hesitant and cautious as she tentatively licked away at his head, getting a mouth full of delicious, salty pre-cum in the process.
She gained more confidence as she began to bob her head, licking and sucking on his cock, her attention focused solely on his head.
She glanced up at him, sending him a questioning look, asking if she was doing a good job.
Just one look at her face made Harry's cock jump inside her mouth. "Oh baby, you're sucking me so good!"
She smiled around his cock as she redoubled her efforts, bobbing her head and taking in just a little bit more of his shaft.
Harry gripped the back of her neck as she sucked, auburn hair falling over her face. Lily would pull it behind her ear, only for it to once again slip out, causing the process to repeat itself.
It was so innocent, yet Harry had never seen anything quite as sexy.
Lily began stroking his shaft again, using both hands as she chose to just let her hair fall where it may. Harry caught glimpses of her emerald eyes through curtains of hair.
The swing rocked gently back and forth as Harry lightly thrust his hips.
"God, baby! Daddy's gonna cum!"
Lily looked up at him, unsure of what she was supposed to do as his cock twitched mightily, banging against the roof of her mouth.
Harry kept her head firmly in place as his first spurt shot down her throat. Lily choked as she only managed to swallow half. She pulled her head back enough for Harry's cock to slip out of her mouth.
The second spurt splashed right under her nose, the next went right between her eyes. Lily kept her eyes shut as her face was blasted several more times before a final spurt fell down across her chest, running from her exposed breast to right over her shirt.
Lily waited a few seconds after the barrage ended to finally open her eyes. Her face was crisscrossed by thick streaks of cum, curtains of it dangling between strands of hair.
"How do I look?"
"Oh baby, you look amazing." Harry said. Lily giggled lightly, scooping up a string of cum that was dangling over her face and sucking it into her mouth.
Harry tapped the chain of the swing once more, and this time, it rose until Harry's hips were level with her own.
His cock was still rock hard, not having flagged for a moment.
"Are you going to fuck me now, daddy?" Lily asked innocently as Harry stepped forward.
"Yes baby." He said as he lifted her skirt up and moved her soaked knickers to the side.
Lily grabbed hold of the swing as she spread her legs to allow him better access. Harry grabbed onto her bum, pulling the swing towards himself.
Lily's body quivered, her toes curling in anticipation as her molten hot core was pulled towards her daddy's stiff rod.
The same cock that had created her was now about to make her a woman.
In a single swinging arch, Harry's cock pieced his mother's pussy, and Lily's pussy was filled by her father's cock.
"OH DADDY YES!" Lily threw her head back as her father's cock rammed into her pussy. Her walls were not only squeezing, they were pulling his incestous cock deeper inside of her.
Lily let go of the swing, arms and legs wrapping around Harry as he fully drilled himself into her.
Harry was now squeezing Lily's pert ass as he found himself fully sheathed inside of her.
Harry pulled out as far as Lily's legs would allow him, leaving just the tip of his cock inside her pussy before pushing back in.
Lily's nails dug into his back as he filled her once more, setting a steady pace as mother and son, father and daughter, consummated their taboo union.
The swing swayed back and forth as Harry fucked her. His cum had caked over on her skin and hair, and Lily looked a sexy mess as she moaned into the night.
Lily was lost to her pleasure, every thrust from her father bringing her closer and closer to an earth-shattering peak.
Which made her groan and mewl in disappointment as Harry suddenly pulled all the way out of her, his stiff cock plopping out of her slick cunt.
"Daddy!" She whined, looking up at him pleadingly.
"I want it as bad as you do, baby. But I want you to kneel."
Lily's eyes widened for a moment before she scrambled to comply. Turning around on the swing, she felt the bare wood against her knees as she grabbed onto the chains once more.
She thrust her ass back, presenting it to her daddy as she wriggled her hips impatiently, needing to get his cock back inside of her. Harry pushed her skirt up until it got stuck around her waist, and then he pulled her knickers down to her thighs, leaving her backside completely bare.
And what a backside it was. Lily's ass was perfectly round and plump, disproportionately big for her otherwise slim frame. Harry reached out and groped at the globes of her ass, squeezing tightly as he spread them apart, exposing her tight little backdoor along with her drooling pussy lips.
Lily whined and begged some more, needing to be filled once again. Harry carefully aimed his cock and entered her sopping pussy from the back.
Lily screeched loudly as her daddy fucked her from behind, gripping her hips and ass while she held a deathgrip on the swing, which swayed back and forth with each powerful thrust from Harry.
Her pale ass soon turned red as Harry's lower stomach slapped against it, her cheeks jiggling endlessly, rippling against Harry's hands.
Lily's legs shook as she struggled to keep her balance on the wooden slat beneath her. Her knees burned from the friction, but that was nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure she felt as her daddy beat her pussy into submission.
She was a bitch in heat, being dominated by her big, strong father as he drove his cock into her pussy.
Lily's walls wrenched around his massive shaft, and she swore she felt it in her throat every time his meaty head drilled itself against her cervix.
Lily arched her back after one particularly powerful thrust, knowing she was close to coming undone. Harry seemed to know as well, pulling back with a purpose before slamming home once more.
Lily's ears rang as Harry's girthy cock filled every single inch of her pussy. She could feel the texture of his skin, feel the veins bulging alongside his shaft as her pussy corkscrewed, wrenching tightly around her daddy's cock like a towel being wrung dry. Finally, Lily went over the edge.
She fell forward on the swing, losing her grip on the chains. Harry's hand shot out and grabbed a large handful of her hair, snapping her head back and keeping her torso upright as he continued to fuck into her.
"D-Daddy! Daddy please fill me! Please breed me daddy! I want your baby! Your baby girl wants to have your baby!"
Lily's words served to throw Harry over the edge. With a mighty grunt he slammed home one final time, pulling back on Lily's hair like reins on a horse as his cock began to unload.
"Oh god!" Lily gasped when she felt the first shot spill into her guts, flooding them with a burning, molten heat that left her with a warm feeling of pure love. She knew then that she would never want it any other way, she needed her daddy to fill her pussy with his cum, to give her the ultimate show of his love.
She breathed in and out as she was kept pinned down on the swing, more and more shots of gooey liquid flooding her cunt. Her daddy's cock kept swelling up inside of her, threatening to tear her little teenage pussy apart.
Finally, Harry fed her the last shot, painting the final coat of cum inside her battered pussy. Some milk was leaking out around the imperfect seal of his shaft, but Harry was satisfied, knowing the vast majority would be kept inside of his mother's pussy.
After a moment that stretched on for eternity, Harry's grip relaxed. Lily felt as if she were going to fall off the swing, but Harry wrapped his arms around her. Lily let her body relax against her father's strong form.
Harry gently lifted his mother off the swing. His cock flopped out of her pussy and Lily's hand quickly went to keep too much of his seed from leaking. Harry chuckled as he let her get onto her feet.
"I'm sorry baby, are you hurt." He asked as he saw the bruises on her knees.
Lily threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry hiked her legs up around his waist, stuffing his cock inside her pussy before it softened, keeping her nice and plugged up.
"Take me to bed, daddy, and tuck me in."
Harry smiled against the side of her face. He pulled her skirt down until it mostly covered their joining. It would work enough to fool his daughters, he thought. Lily laid her head against his shoulder as Harry carried her back into the manor.
It was time to bring Lily home.
…
Sunday evening, Lily stepped through the portrait hole with a smile on her face, even if her body was extremely sore.
It had been an incredible weekend. She'd bonded with her daddy, with her stepmothers and with her sisters, even if Ginny was a stuck up little bitch.
She'd also done some extra bonding with daddy and her step mothers. She'd shared their bed the past two nights, and they'd gotten her well acquainted with all the pleasures of the human body, male and female.
Her pussy was sore and tingling from the final fuck her daddy had given her. She wanted to spend the night with them again, but she knew that she needed to be back in the dorms for classes tomorrow.
She knew Alice would have kittens when she saw her. She was prepared to be bombarded with questions. Thankfully, her best friend was cuddled up with Frank Longbottom near the fireplace, and Lily simply received a look that told her that she would need to explain everything later.
Lily went up the spiral staircase and entered the fifth year girl's dorm. She was walking on a cloud of pure joy, and nothing could ruin her mood.
"Where the hell have you been, Evans?"
Almost nothing.
Lily spun around, a glare already set on her face. "That's none of your business, Potter."
Jamie Potter was standing by Lily's bed, positively seething. Lily was struck by how much she looked like her daddy, and the redhead remembered that the two of them were now cousins. Distant ones, but cousins for sure.
The raven-haired tomboy ran a hand through her messy hornet's nest of a boy-cut, her dark brown eyes glaring right back at Lily through square-framed glasses.
"You were gone all weekend, Evans! I thought something had happened to you!"
"Well I'm here, and I'm fine." Lily said. "Now please get away from my bed, I need to rest for tomorrow."
"Is it that fake Potter? Is that asshole brainwashing you or something?"
"Don't talk about him like that!" Lily hissed, now truly incensed. "Leave me alone!"
Jamie was shaking in anger, but she finally backed away from Lily's bed. "I'm just looking out for you, Lily."
"I don't need nor want you to do that." Lily said as she climbed onto her bed and snapped the curtains shut. Before Jamie could get another word in, she heard the familiar hum of Lily's privacy charms going up.
Jamie shook her head in frustration as she headed out of the dorm room and walked down the stairs.
"Didn't go well, eh, Prongs?" Serena asked with a smirk.
"I know that bastard's messing with her mind somehow." Jamie snarled as she sat down across from Serena and Remi, who had her face buried in a book.
"You know, Prongs, if you have it out for your dad-"
"He's not my dad!"
"If you have it out for your uncle, why haven't you just pranked him?"
Jamie paused, a smile growing on her face. "You have a point."
Serena flipped her long, wavy black hair over her shoulder as she rolled her pale grey eyes, "Of course I do, Prongs. I always do." She looked at Remi and poked her on the side.
Remi peeked her head up in annoyance as she glared at Serena. "Yes?"
"Put the book down, Moony. We've got Marauder business to attend to."
Remi sighed as she earmarked the book. "Is this about your dad, Jamie?"
"He's not my bloody dad!"
Serena let out a barking laughter as Remi gave a tired, sleepy smile. "So you want to prank him because Lily keeps going to see him?"
"I want to prank him because I know he's an evil fuck who's up to no good!" Jamie snapped. She glanced every which way, making sure no one was listening in. "I want to do this right. This is going to be our magnum opus, the greatest, most righteous prank the marauders have ever pulled."
"We need to scope him out then, first. He's never around at meal times." Serena said as both her and Jamie looked to Remi.
"What?" Remi asked wearily.
"We're gonna need you to infiltrate him, Moony."
"What? Why me?"
"You're the silent, sensitive type. Just the type of person to go to one of those muggle talk doctors." Serena explained.
Remi sighed, shaking her head in disdain. "Fine, if it'll shut you two up, I'll go and talk with him."
Jamie and Serena shared a grin. The marauders were going after Harry Potter. He wouldn't know what hit him.