Chapter 9: Jamie Potter
"Aaaaaand Potter scores again! The girl's locked in! Everyone better get out of her way!"
The crowd was roaring as the Gryffindors cheered and hollered. The Ravenclaws were antsy, their chances of victory becoming slimmer and slimmer as it became apparent that only their seeker would be able to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.
Throughout all of this - through all the shouts from her teammates to adjust formation or pass to this person or block the seeker's path or slow the game down or speed it up - Jamie Potter was in her own world. She could not hear a thing.
It wasn't the game. Despite the performance of a lifetime, her head wasn't truly in this match. She was playing with a detached aloofness that led to some of her most outstanding plays, like the barrel roll into a behind the back pass into slapping the quaffle through the center hoop with the tail of her broom.
That move absolutely blew everyone's mind. No one had ever seen anything like it before, not at Hogwarts. Not even in the pro leagues.
Jamie had taken over the game, people were watching her even when she didn't have the quaffle in her hand, just to see what she would do.
She was watching him.
He had such a bloody stupid smile on his face. It pissed her off so bad. He was smiling as if he were proud of her. They hadn't exchanged a single fucking word, she absolutely despised him, and he was acting like a proud fucking dad.
Someone shouted about a bludger and Jamie barely even turned her head. She tilted her broom to the side and let the bludger pass by.
The other beater and one of the opposing chasers were crowding her, going for broke in an attempt to let anyone but her beat them.
Her passing lane to Frank was blocked, but then she remembered the bludger she'd just dodged.
She threw the quaffle right at the bludger, it careened off and blitzed between the stunned Ravenclaw keeper's open legs.
There was an absolute frenzy now. People couldn't believe their eyes.
That bastard kept fucking smiling as he flew around, whistle in his mouth. He was encroaching on her fucking turf. He was ruining everything in her fucking life.
The game was slow to reset as everyone tried to make sense of what Jamie had just done. In that moment, she flew by him, that bloody Counselor Fake Fucking Potter, and she tapped her wand on his broom.
She'd had to come up with this one on her own. Padfoot and Moony had been of no help recently.
"Bloody Hell, Potter! They're gonna test you for potions after this!" Jones shouted, unable to keep the grin off his face.
Jamie didn't so much as crack a smile. She flew into defensive position, keeping Potter at the corner of her eye.
Once the Ravenclaw chasers began to advance, she murmured a spell, and the jinx she'd placed on his broom took effect.
"Huh?"
"Oh! And something's off with the ref's broom. Is it… it's deflating!?"
Yes, Counselor Potter's wooden broom had suddenly turned to rubber, flagging down limply between his legs as he began to lose altitude, starting a safe, slow, but humiliating descent.
There were a few snickers in the stands as Jamie grinned triumphantly. It was a start. A small one, but it filled her with the slightest hint of joy.
"Oi! Ref! Might need to get that checked out, mate!" The student calling the game chortled.
"I agree." Harry said, calm as could be as he pulled out his wand and, after a moment's contemplation, tapped it on his broom.
With the thundering roar of a motorcycle, Harry's broom instantly hardened, springing up to full mast as he rose with confidence, one hand on the stiff end as the other went to his whistle.
"Oh! And Counselor Potter's gotten it back up! With a vengeance! Look at that thing! Looks mean as a manticore!"
Harry blew his whistle as people cheered and clapped for him. "Alright, everyone, back to the match!"
Gryffindor absolutely destroyed Ravenclaw. 300-50. As the Gryffindors changed in the locker room, there was a single topic of discussion.
"Must have been a Slytherin who jinxed it." Frank said as he put his shoes on.
"Yeah, for sure, tried to ruin our match. But the counselor's a crafty bloke, didn't even take him a minute to fix up that broom." Said one of the chasers.
"Hell, it was flying better than ever!" Jones raved. "Maybe we should go and see if he'll fix our brooms up like that. Whadyya think, Potter? He's like your cousin or something, right?"
Jamie, who had been silently steaming for a while, shot him a venomous glare before jumping to her feet and storming off, not before delivering a hard punch to one of the lockers.
"What the bloody hell is her problem!?" Jones looked at the rest of the team in disbelief.
"Potion rage?" One of the beaters suggested.
"Oh come off it!" Frank threw a dirty shirt at him.
"Just saying, she was making insane plays out there. Out of this world."
As Jamie stomped out, she had to bite her lip to stop from hissing in pain. She'd punched the locker a bit too hard, and now her knuckles were throbbing and she was pretty sure she was bleeding.
She walked out onto the path that led to the castle, where she froze completely.
There he was, standing there, still in his referee robes, talking with two other men.
What the fuck was he doing?!!
Jamie growled. They hadn't seen her. She edged around the side of the locker room and headed for the broomshed. She would fly back to Gryffindor Tower.
Meanwhile, an embarrassed Harry was talking to the two quidditch league scouts, one from Puddlemere and the other from the Harpies.
"Listen, I'm not her father. Hell, this was my first time seeing her play."
"You're not… surely you two are related!" One of the scouts said.
"Distantly." Harry said as he looked around. "Listen, I'm sure she'll be coming out any minute now, and you can ask her all the questions you want."
"That girl needs to be a Harpie. Never in my days have I seen such a bold display!"
"Fat chance! Mr. Foucault has money to burn! We'll double whatever signing bonus you try to offer."
As the two men became engaged in a heated argument, Harry took the opportunity to slip away.
…
Jamie snuck in through the dorm window, very relieved to find the room empty. Between Alice and Frank and now Serena and Remi, there was a constant risk of stumbling into something you didn't want to see, especially on a Saturday after a Quidditch match.
Her two best friends getting together had come out of left field. Jamie felt happy for them, even if there was a strange twinge in her stomach that she couldn't quite explain.
Perhaps it was the fact that, over the past week, she'd unintentionally become the third wheel. Moony and Padfoot were constantly sneaking off at odd times of the day.
It didn't help that Jamie herself had become obsessed. She'd given up on including them in her plans. It was clear to her that, when it came to spying on Potter, Moony's heart wasn't in it, and Serena only gave her token encouragement. She'd cooked up that little prank during the quidditch match all on her own. But it hadn't been enough. Nowhere close.
Lily was slipping further and further away from her. Before, she'd always felt like there was a spark between them, a magnetism that, if she could just get through Lily's stubborn refusals, would knit them tightly together.
If she were honest, Jamie could admit that she'd gone about things the wrong way at the start. She'd come on too strong, she'd been annoying, brash, done stupid fucking shit to try and draw her attention. It didn't help that that slimy, greasy haired-
Regardless, she'd dug a hole for herself, that was for sure, and she'd spent the past year trying to dig out of it. But Lily hadn't been willing to give her a chance, and then that asshole Potter had to come along and ruin everything.
"Hey! The lady of the hour!"
The entire common room erupted in cheers, people chanting her name as she came down.
She reached the landing and Serena practically threw herself at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Prongs, that was the sexiest shit I've ever seen anyone do on a broom! Even more than that one lady in knockturn that-"
"Black! Is that appropriate?!" Lily barked from a corner as the common room erupted in uproarious laughter.
There was no way this party was more than maybe twenty minutes in. Yet, somehow, Serena had gotten absolutely sloshed. As she clung to Jamie, she stank of alcohol, and as she wrapped her arm around her waist, her fingers seemed to be very jittery.
Jamie glanced at Remi, but she didn't seem to be bothered at all. She was sitting on one of the sofas, a placid smile on her face as she braided Regina's hair.
That had been another absolute bomb that had dropped this past week. Padfoot and her sister had reconciled, and now the younger Black went everywhere with them, to the point where the other Gryffindors tolerated her presence in the common room.
"You shouldn't have showered." Serena slurred into her ear. Jamie jerked her head away, dragging her friend over to Remi as the party got underway.
Serena's playful flirting had dropped off considerably since her relationship with Moony, but it seemed that the alcohol had thrown her into overdrive.
"That really was a brilliant match, Jamie." Remi said as she shimmied to the side, leaving enough room for Jamie to lightly place Serena.
Regina scoffed. "It was ok. Wouldn't have pulled half of that off against a competent team."
"Like Slytherin, you mean?" Jamie asked.
"Precisely."
"Prongs'll run through Slytherin no problem!" Serena slurred. "Crush em' between those finger-lickin' thighs of hers."
"Is your brain filled with nothing but filth?" Regina snapped at her older sister.
"Serena, behave." Remi gave her girlfriend a pinch on the side, and to Jamie's ears, the little yelp she let out was not one of pain.
"Yes mummy." Serena said.
"Black, the party's barely started. How'd you manage to get this drunk already?"
Lily had come over. Jamie stiffened, trying to act natural.
"I suspect there's a reason she didn't allow me a sip of her pumpkin juice this morning." Remi mused.
"Utter disgrace." Lily and Regina said in unison.
"Hey, ermm… Lily… you saw the match?" Jamie said, running a nervous hand through her messy hair.
"I was there, Potter." Lily said coldly before pausing for a moment. "You did very well."
Jamie's face lit up in a bright grin. "You think I did brilliant?"
"I said 'very well'."
Jamie licked her lips as she tried to casually strike a confident pose, cursing herself for wearing a loose shirt instead of something that would show off her abs.
Lily's brow furrowed. "Are you alright?"
"Why did you just twitch like that?" Regina looked to her sister. "Are those quidditch spasms?"
"Listen, Lily, want to grab a drink? Maybe talk about the match?" Seeing her expression sour, Jamie scrambled. "Or! Or, we could talk about Wanderings of Wendeline."
"Wa- Wait! You read Wendi books?!"
Wanderings of Wenderline was a series of novels aimed at teenage witches. The titular character wandered the world, solving mysteries and falling in love with some strapping young man, only for him to be forgotten about in the next book as she moved to her next destination.
Jamie's mum had bought her the first three books a few years ago and she'd stuffed them in her closet, saying they were stupid, boring and way too girly.
Then she caught one of them peeking out of Lily's bag one day. She'd read through all seven, and found that she loved to hate them.
"Uh, yeah. I've got the whole box set."
"BLEEERGH!"
Just as it seemed like Jamie had found an in, Serena doubled over and threw up all over Lily's dress.
"For god's sake, Black!" Lily screeched as she backed away, her entire front drenched in vomit.
"Ooh, I don't feel so good." Serena whined as she rubbed her stomach.
"What an embarrassment of a sister." Regina said. Shaking her head.
As Remi began rubbing circles on Serena's back, a quick thinking Jamie whipped out her wand. "Here, let me help. Evanesco. Scourgify."
With two flicks, Jamie cleaned Lily up good as new, and she preened as she received an appreciative look from the redhead.
"Thanks, Potter. But, I think I'm gonna go wash up anyways, cleaning charms never feel like they do the whole job."
"I'm gonna go wash up too." Serena said as she stumbled to her feet.
Jamie could only watch as the two dissapeared up the staircase. She didn't want to be angry at Padfoot, but goddamn if she hadn't just performed the most inadvertent cock-block of all time.
"Seriously, Black, can you not be an utter mess?" Lily said as she thoroughly washed her arms.
At the next sink over, a much more sober Serena spat out water as she tried to clean out her throat.
"It was that bloody pumpkin juice. I could barely even taste the alcohol."
Lily rolled her eyes as she dabbed herself with a towel. Serena turned around, facing away from the mirror, resting her elbows on the sink, tilting her head back and letting her wet hair drip all over it.
"I feel bad, too. I ruined it between you and Jamie."
"Ruined what?"
Now it was Serena's turn to roll her eyes. "Oh, come off it, Evans. Don't tell me the Potter charm wasn't worming its way into you with that whole Gwendolyn thing."
"Wenderline!"
"Whatever."
Lily glared at her reflection. "I am not warming up to Potter."
She got a chuckle in response. "Sure, tell yourself that."
"I love daddy!"
"We all do. Jamie will too. You know what I'm talking about." Serena ran a hand through her hair. "You know, you shouldn't be so stubborn. Have you seen Jamie? She's a total broomstick babe. And don't tell me her face isn't gorgeous. She's basically a girl version of Master."
"Why don't you go after her, Black?"
"Don't you think I've tried? She's got her head so far up that pretty arse of yours-"
Serena reared her hand back and gave Lily's bum a hard smack.
"Hey!" Lily yelped as she grabbed at her ass.
"I don't get it, really. You're pretty and all, but I'm way prettier." Serena said as she pushed Lily's hand away and began to knead her ass under her skirt. "My ass is way softer too."
"You are such a weirdo." Lily said as Serena's squeezing turned more demanding.
"I'm not the one spreading my legs." Serena barked in return as she slipped a finger in through her knickers and began sliding it up her pussy.
Lily gasped, and in the blink of an eye, she had to brace herself against the sink as Serena squatted down behind her.
"Fuck!" Lily moaned as the other girl buried her face in her ass. "You're going to ruin them!" She complained as Serena roughly tugged her knickers to the side, her tongue burrowing into Lily's asshole while she plunged two fingers into her cunt.
Lily's knuckles turned white as she gripped the sink for all it was worth. She backed her ass hard against Serena's face as the girl's deft fingers worked her cunt and made her knees cave in.
She felt a twinge, which grew into something more. Serena felt it as well, because her fingers became that much more forceful as they scissored against her gripping walls, her tongue twisting and twirling inside her backdoor.
"Oh! Oh god!" Lily let out a squeal as she bent over completely, her pussy clamping down on Serena's fingers as she creamed herself all around her digits.
Serena didn't stop, though, even as Lily was in the throes of her orgasm. Her thumb was suddenly circling around Lily's clit as she pulled her tongue out of her asshole, replacing it with her puckered lips and applying suction over her hole.
Lily had to bite her tongue to stop from screaming. She collapsed, forehead resting on porcelain as she whimpered for Serena to stop.
Finally, as Lily knelt and let out ragged breaths, Serena backed off.
She popped her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean, humming as she did. "Goddamn it, Evans, you taste like lemon drops and fizzing whizzbees."
As Lily stumbled shakily back up to her feet, she shot her a cross look.
"That's a good thing." Serena clarified.
Lily shook her head, trying to keep her cool as her asshole continued to throb. "I bet you think Potter'll taste better."
Serena grinned. "We're gonna find out, aren't we? And the sooner you stop acting like you don't want to, the better."
When they came back down to the party, Lily went over to Marlene as Serena joined her sister and the marauders.
"That took a while." Jamie said as she stared after Lily.
"I needed some sobering up, and you know Evans can't see a broken toy without trying to mend it."
Serena plopped down on Remi's lap and pulled her in for a deep kiss. The werewolf groaned in appreciation, enjoying the added flavor as they wrapped their arms around each other.
"Hey! You're not done here, Lupin!" Regina complained as she held up her half braided hair.
"You know there's spells for that." Jamie said.
Regina harrumphed. "Why should I learn a spell when I can just have the help do it?"
…
Jamie had been having such a wonderful morning. The legend of her performance had grown, and across all four house tables, people were giving her overawed looks. Snape looked like someone had shoved her bottle of hair grease up her ass, sideways, which was always a plus.
But even better, Lily didn't roll her eyes when Jamie said 'good morning gorgeous'! She did let out a huff of air, but she mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'mornin'.
Yes, the sun was shining and she'd been ready to skip around in a field of flowers. And then, everything had to go to hell.
She was now sitting there, in enemy territory, in the den of the devil himself. The bastard was sitting across from her, dabbing a napkin over his stupid handsome face after having hurriedly scarfed down a sandwich.
"Sorry about that. Never seem to finish breakfast at home. One of the foibles of being a girl dad, I guess."
Jamie did not respond. She kept her arms crossed as she glared at a point just over his shoulders.
He cleared his throat. "Jamie - can I call you J-"
"Miss Potter." She interjected, voice dripping with venom.
If her tone bothered him, he didn't show it. "Miss Potter. Do you know why you're here today?"
"Because you snitched on me to McGonagall?" She spat.
His brow furrowed, putting on a big show of confusion. Jamie saw right through it. "Snitch… why would I snitch on you, Miss Potter?"
Oh for Merlin's sake! Could he cut the bullshit already?!
"Because of what I did to your broom yesterday?!"
"...that was you? Wow, that was a pretty keen bit of magic. How'd you manage to do something so complex with so little prep? Or did you get your hands on my broom beforehand, somehow? Hmm, I thought I had it under decent security…"
She couldn't believe it! She'd just confessed to having tampered with his broom, to trying to humiliate him in front of the entire school, and he was taking it in stride! Worse yet, he actually seemed curious about the nuts and bolts of how the whole thing had been executed.
"Sorry, getting sidetracked, we can talk more about that later. Anyways, Minerva was actually the one who requested this meeting."
"What? Why?"
"Well, your performance yesterday was a part of it, but Minerva believes that you have a lot of talent, and she doesn't want you to squander it with 'Juvenile pranks'. Her words, not mine, by the way."
"You're trying to give me career counseling?"
"Yep." He said cheerfully as he glanced down at a piece of parchment. "Your grades are excellent, by the way. I see that you have a particular talent for transfiguration. Have you thought about pursuing a mastery?"
Jamie scoffed. "Please. I know how those apprenticeships go. I have to pick up some stuffy old hag's gillyweed tea every morning. Plus I'd be bored out of my skull."
"So quidditch, then?"
She shrugged. "I guess. Maybe. Only if I play for the Harpies or the Arrows. And definitely not for someone that would have me on the reserves."
"Don't first year players start off in the second string?"
"It's a stupid bloody rule. It's like when they wouldn't let me on the team my first year even though I was better than the other chasers!"
He rested his chin over his knuckles. "Sometimes it's not just about talent."
She glared at him, now with more intensity than ever. "What? The firstie should have been humble and grateful that they even let her into tryouts? That's bullshit! Besides, what do you know about quidditch?"
He chuckled. "I was pretty decent back in my day."
"For a yank, maybe."
He kept giving her that infuriating smile, like he just found this all oh so amusing.
"Well, Miss Potter, is there anything you want to do? Anything you're passionate about."
Passionate. That word conjured up images of auburn hair, emerald eyes and an angelic face. She also saw a flash of thick, wavy hair and a confident chuckle. She shook off those thoughts.
"This is fucking stupid." She glared at him once more. She should just get up and storm out. In fact, why hadn't she done that already?
"You don't like me very much. Do you, Jamie?"
That froze her right in place. She shot him an incredulous look as he stared right back at her, completely stone faced.
She thought about denying it for about a split second before she opened her mouth. "I don't."
"Why is that, exactly?"
"The fuck does it matter? Do you need everyone to like you?"
"Not at all." He chuckled. "I've been hated plenty, and I really don't mind it. It's actually quite invigorating. But usually, people have reasons for hating me. Decent ones, even."
Jamie growled. "You're a fucking prick."
"Very vague. As far as I'm aware, we've never even interacted before. Is it because we're related? Because we look so much alike?"
"We don't look alike!" Jamie stood up now, leaning over the table as her voice went up in volume. "And you're just some fake Potter from across the pond. We're not fucking related."
"Hmmm." He tilted his head to the side, treating her outburst as just another piece in a puzzle. "Is it because of Lily? I know you're very fond of her."
She clenched her fists. "You're just laughing in my face, aren't you? I don't know what you're fucking doing to her, but when I find out-"
"You're really not a bad kid, Jamie. I think you and Lily would do well together. And Remi and Serena certainly admire you."
"Remi a… Serena?" Jamie's eyes widened as she slammed her fist on his desk. "You got to her too?!"
"But I think I now know what the problem is with you. Your problem is that you're a brat."
"...Excuse me?!"
"You're a spoiled brat. Spoiled rotten, really. Your parents were quite old when they had you, weren't they?"
"How do you… shut the fuck up about my family!" Jamie raged, like a caged lion swiping at onlookers, and yet Harry remained cool as ever.
"Its not their fault. You were a miracle baby, right? They were always going to be doting and loving. And they mostly did a good job, but they coddled you too much, made you feel entitled."
"I'm not entitled!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then why is it that you feel solely entitled to Lily's attention?"
"I don't… shut the fuck up about Lily!"
"Shut the fuck up about this, shut the fuck up about that. Jamie, you can't address these issues unless you're willing to look at yourself, to truly look at yourself." He looked as if he were looking right through her now, and Jamie's rage now came with a side of impotence. "You act like you're god's gift to magic, Jamie. You think that Lily should be yours just because. You take your friend's feelings for granted, you think that everything is beneath you, that the entire world should bend to your will. Why? Because you're just so wonderful?"
Jamie threw herself over the table and grabbed Harry's collar. She pulled their faces close, her manic expression only growing as he refused to show any reaction besides something that looked remarkably like pity.
"You don't know a thing about me."
"I know plenty. Serena, Remi, even Lily. You're a popular topic of conversation."
She was about to boil over. She wanted to punch him in the face so fucking bad.
Instead, she let go of his collar. She pushed off, crossing her arms. "Some counselor you are."
"I've made great progress with your friends." He said, and now his voice had an edge to it.
"I'm going to get you, you fucking bastard. I don't want you anywhere near them."
"You don't, huh? Well then, I have a proposition."
Her eyes narrowed. "A proposition?"
"It's simple. You come up with a challenge, any challenge. We'll go head to head. If you win, I won't say another word to Lily or your friends."
She scoffed. "Really? You'd give up on them just like that?"
He shook his head. "Nope, I just hope that you'll learn something after I beat you."
Her eyes narrowed. Fists clenched. "You're on."
She was so going to enjoy this.
…
"Go ahead, pick them out." Jamie said.
They were down by the broomshed, with seven school brooms of varying quality lined up against the wall.
"Yours too?" He asked as he walked down the line, sizing up each broom.
She shrugged. "It really doesn't matter to me. I'm going to kick your ass regardless."
If he'd thought that acting confident would rattle her, he had another thing coming. Jamie lived for competition. Between school quidditch, summer camps and the few dueling tournaments she'd participated in, she was an expert in the act of jawing, shit-talking and throwing your opponent off their game.
It helped that she knew he had no shot. Jamie was already pro-quidditch material, and he was just some yank who thought he knew quidditch.
She watched as he inspected the brooms, grabbing one or the other before setting them back up against the wall. Then, finally, he plucked two and held them up.
Jamie knew the school brooms like the back of her hand. Her Cleansweep 7 was only ever brought out for actual matches. For practices or goofing off, she used the school brooms exclusively.
To her surprise, the Fake Potter either had a good eye, or he'd snuck out to the broomshed when no one was looking. In his left hand, he held a Cleansweep 3, by far the oldest broom of the bunch and one she knew for a fact had a hitch when changing direction. His right hand held a Comet 180, which was the one she usually went for. It handled smoothly and had decent acceleration for a school broom.
It wouldn't matter, she would leave him in the dust regardless.
"Well, here you go." He said, handing her the Comet while he kept the Cleansweep by his side.
She held back a snort. She'd given him far too much credit.
"Is one go fine or do you want to do best of three?" He asked as they walked towards the pitch. Jamie shrugged as she carried the broom over her shoulder. "You can have as many chances as you like, you're not getting a single win."
"One it is, then."
They walked out onto the pitch, the early morning sun casting deep shadows over half of the field while the other half was blindingly bright.
Jamie pulled the dead snitch out of her pocket and gave it a single tap with her wand. Its wings began to flutter as it lifted up out of her palm but remained hovering in place. She looked directly at Potter as she tapped the snitch once more and it zipped off, vanishing from view.
"Two minutes, then we seek." She said as she mounted her broom.
"Sounds good." He said as he waved his wand and a countdown timer appeared overhead.
Not a word was spoken as the two minutes seemed to stretch out for an eternity.
Jamie was coiled up and ready. When the timer hit zero, she blasted off, leaving him in the dust.
She may have primarily been a chaser, but she was also the best damn seeker in the entire school. She regularly fiddled with snitches when bored, capturing and releasing them to build up her reflexes. She had the physical advantage as well, being much smaller than he was.
Jamie flew circles over the pitch as she scanned for the snitch. It was a bit difficult to make out anything in the sea of golden light whenever she turned into the sun, but it wasn't a big deal.
She turned her head every which way, keeping alert for the slightest sound.
She heard a swoosh. Her head jerked and she saw him, completely vertical as he took a nosedive.
"What the fuck?!" She couldn't make sense of it until she looked further down and saw a glint of gold amongst the grass.
It could just be the sunlight reflecting off. But she couldn't afford to take that risk.
She dived after him, laying her body flat against the broom as she tried to eke out every single ounce of speed from the broom.
"Hah!" She cheered as she very quickly closed the distance. He wasn't lying flat like she was, making a slow broom that much slower. What a fucking amateur.
She was head to head with him when he suddenly sped up. She frowned, committing fully to the dive and getting ready to stretch her hand out. She finally overtook him, the ground coming up fast and her target fully in sight.
There was no snitch at all.
Just outside her field of view, she saw him pull up, the broom's jerkyness actually aiding him in the drastic change of direction as he zipped off to the side.
"Fuck!" Jamie grit her teeth as she scrambled to do the same. Splinters dug into her palm and thighs as she squeezed the broom for all it was worth. She pulled up, arms and shoulder burning under the sudden strain as the rapid shift gave her vertigo.
She just about managed to pull the nose of the broom horizontal when her legs struck the ground.
"AGHK!" She screamed, trying to ignore the pain as she continued to pull up. Her legs scraped across the ground until she finally managed to lift off completely, but by then, she was so disoriented, her field of view swimming and her glasses askew, that she went into a tailspin.
Jamie tried to correct it, but the more she panicked the worse it got, and then her aching legs couldn't maintain a grip on her broom, and suddenly, she was falling.
She screamed, arms reaching out to a broom that was drifting away. Far from her grasp. For a moment, she felt weightless, but she knew that the ground wasn't far from meeting her, and she could only hope that she would survive the fall.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but when she finally did collide with something, it wasn't the ground.
"Ooof!"
"Are you alright?"
Jamie's eyes fluttered open as she gazed up into the rugged face that looked so similar to her own. Looked more like her father than her father did.
"W-Wha?" She was still disoriented, and everything was slightly out of focus, her glasses having flown off during the fall.
"Sorry about that." He said sheepishly as he led them gently to the ground. Jamie's legs were wobbly, and she gripped his collar to keep herself from collapsing.
"I get a bit too competitive sometimes." He said as he put his hands on her waist to hold her steady. "I forgot about the teaching moment and just went straight for the win. I shouldn't have done that move."
"W-What the hell was that?"
"Wrons- it's just a little feint I came up with."
"You call that a feint? It was a suicide dive!"
"Hey, we're both ok, aren't we?"
Jamie had regained her bearings enough to feel the ground under her feet. She was standing upright, and without her noticing, the counselor had stepped back a few feet.
He was so much bigger than her. Practically towering.
"Here, let me fix that up." He flicked his wand and she hissed. She glanced down to see her bleeding shins and knees stitch themselves up.
He was about to vanish the blood when she stopped him. "Wait! T-This isn't over yet! We still haven't caught the snitch!"
She was in no condition to get back up on a broom. Not right now. But she was grasping at straws at this point.
"Oh, you mean this?" He held up his hand to show her the snitch fluttering desperately away in his grasp.
"What?! When did you catch it?"
He merely smiled, tossing the snitch over to her. "Jamie, when you feel ready to talk, you know where to find me."
And just like that, he walked away, leaving a stunned Jamie rooted on the spot.
…
"Hey, Prongs?"
"Uhhuh?" Jamie looked away from the potions essay that she'd been staring blankly at for the past half an hour to find Serena looking slightly nervous.
"Erm, about tonight. I… ermm… I think we should put it off til' next month."
"Tonight?"
Serena blinked. "Yeah, you know, Remi's furry little problem."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Jamie said. "You want to postpone that?"
"Yeah, you know, give us more time to prepare. We've barely even gotten used to our animagus forms."
"...ok, fine."
Serena seemed shocked that Jamie had accepted her flimsy excuse so easily, but she recovered quickly enough. "Its going to be glorious, Prongs, I promise. I'm setting her up real good."
Jamie smiled once more and Serena walked off. As her best friend disappeared, she sighed.
Ever since the incident the previous day, she'd been an utter mess. Jamie had been reflecting, reflecting on everything. On Lily, Serena, Remi, herself… and him as well.
She'd done more than enough soul searching. There was really no point in going over it any longer.
"I guess I know what I have to do."
He said to go to him when she was ready to talk. She was ready now.
…
The invisibility cloak fell over her. Its silky texture felt comfortable, like an old friend. This was the first time she'd used it the entire year, and she couldn't help but flash back to times where all three of them would be sneaking around the castle under its cover.
They'd been too big to fit all together for a while now, even if the cloak was still big enough that she felt like she was swimming in it. Still felt like that wide-eyed five year old girl sneaking into her father's study.
She felt the usual thrill of stalking around unseen, of exploring, of breaking the rules, but this time, it was in the background. Her heart was thumping for a completely different reason.
She'd made many leaps in logic over the past day. Assumptions that, from the outside in, seemed insane. But she was confident in them.
She held a tattered piece of parchment out in front of her.
"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."
Spidery threads of ink began to spread through the yellowed page, making sharp, precise turns and curling inward as they began to draw a picture.
After about a minute, it stopped, and Jamie had a map of Hogwarts. An unfinished one, missing a few alcoves, not accounting for moving staircases.
They really should have finished this thing. But the year had kind of gone off the rails.
This would be their magnum opus. The Marauder's greatest creation, a map of Hogwarts that also depicted every single person within its walls. Jamie had hoped to have it completed by third year, but none of them had the affinity for charms that would have resolved some of the trickier bits, so they'd had to brute force it.
Still, they were almost done. They'd mostly worked out the hardest part.
The map was filled with a bunch of footprints, most of which were currently bunched up in the common rooms. Right below each set of footprints was a small label depicting each person's name.
Those names were a string of unintelligible characters and numbers. They just needed to figure out how to have the map display them in English.
Still, Jamie's eyes swept over the map. She frowned when she didn't see them inside the castle, but then she looked to the grounds, to the very edge of the Forbidden Forest, and she saw them.
Two, she didn't recognize, but the other three she'd burned into her skull.
"ᛣ9ᚦᛇ7₸ᛟ ᚨ6ᛞᛊ"
"ᚠᛇ3ᛞ ᚹ9ᛣᛏᛟ"
"ᛗ7ᚦᚱ ᛒᛟᚨ9ᛇ"
"Mischief Managed." she whispered as the map unraveled, glitching a few times along the way as she folded it up and stashed it away.
She stepped out onto the biting chill of an early autumn night. The pale blue moonlight felt almost like a floodlight, illuminating the grounds better than during daytime.
She walked towards the treeline, where the light was swallowed up and darkness reigned. As she disappeared amongst them, the only thing that could be heard was the howling of the wind and the crunching of her footsteps.
That was, until she began to hear different sounds.
Guttural, animalistic sounds.
Even before she reached the clearing, Jamie's face was flush, her mind going into overdrive, conjuring up vivid, outlandish images of what she would encounter.
Her imagination fell far short, because when her face poked out amongst the trees, what she saw made her jaw drop.
It was mesmerizing. It harkended back to something deep, something primal. Muggle myths of medieval witches prancing about in a field, naked, chants saturating the very air with magic as they communed with the devil.
Primitive magic. Old magic.
In this case, the chants were moans and pants, and the devil… the devil was proudly surveying his domain, driving his monstrous cock deep into Remi's pussy.
Remi. She had been completely transformed under the power of the full moon. She was not the large, hulking beast from their defense textbook. She had grown, and she looked incredibly powerful, body somehow soft and feminine while still rippling with muscle underneath the surface. More than that, though, she was something between witch and beast.
A coat of shining, silver fur covered most of her body, leaving only her stomach and tits - Merlin, those had grown! - bare. She had tufted ears that twitched every time Harry drove himself into her writhing cunt. Her mouth and nose had morphed into a small snout, her hands and feet had turned to furry paws, and she had a big, fluffy tail that was currently wrapped around the base of Harry's cock.
Remi yowled submissively as her master picked up the pace, her ears now pinning back as her werewolf pussy was pounded into complete submission.
Soft hands stroked her furry face. "Come back, wolfie."
Serena was lying on the ground, completely spread eagle as she guided Remi's snout back to where it had been: her soaked, perfectly pink little pussy.
Jamie's eyes feasted on Serena's perfect body. He'd seen her naked more times than she could count, but now, as she saw her roll her hips seductively on the ground, her perfect porcelain skin dripping with sweat and her nipples painfully hard from the crisp cold…
How had she been so blind? Serena was a goddess. She was impeccable, unimpeachable, she was so fucking hot. Her best friend wrapped her legs around Remi's head as she pressed her pussy harder against her face, pulling her snout into her cunt as her canine tongue wriggled about, sowing absolute chaos in her hot vice.
Jamie had been in that exact position. Play-fighting, with Serena's burning heat up against her face as her friend giggled.
I want you to give it up for me, Prongs.
She shuddered as Serena screamed, an orgasm wracking her body as Remi's licking turned more frantic, slurping up a treasure-trove of sweet, syrupy girl-cum like a starving bear that struck honey.
Jamie's hands had gone over her cunt, trying to contain the thunderous beating that started at her core and reached all the way up to her eardrum. Her eyes darted to Harry's back. His big, muscular back, somehow making a big, powerful wolf-girl look like a submissive little puppy.
"Yes!"
Her eyes jumped once more, off to the side, to the flicker of fiery auburn that had banked down to embers under the moonlight.
Her heart stopped. There she was, looking more angelic than ever before. Looking like a mythical creature all her own, like a fairy queen from ages long past.
Lily. Her Lily. The girl she'd so fiercely loved.
The girl who was currently scissoring with Serena's younger sister, caressing Regina's chest as they mashed their cunts together.
Jamie stared at her for what could have been an eternity. Her flushed face, emerald eyes simultaneously virginally innocent and filled with the dark lust of a temptress. Her plum red lips half-parted with the barest hint of her pink tongue poking out.
Her pussy.
Her pretty little pussy. More perfect than anything she could have ever imagined. Pink. Delicate as rose petals.
Drooling, lewd. Horny. Hungrily mashing itself against Regina's cunt as the two girls writhed against the other, searching to sate their animalistic lust as they ground their clits together.
Regina whimpered as Lily tweaked her nipples, her arms too short for her to retaliate. Lily smirked, reaching out with her foot and popping her toe into Regina's mouth.
Regina glared hatefully, protest muffled as she swallowed Lily's big toe and began lathering it with her tongue.
Jamie's angel was acting like a succubus. She shuddered, three fingers deep in her cunt as she took it all in.
Her eyes jumped back and forth.
Serena's taut stomach and creamy thighs as her back arched. Remi's eyes rolling to the back of her head as Harry changed the angle and his cock struck a bundle of nerves that made her explode, her fur standing on end as her tail unfurled from Harry's nutsack and shot straight up, wagging from side to side against Harry's hard chest. Lily and Regina becoming more frantic in their movements, their bodies bouncing against each other.
And him. The orchestrator. The ringmaster, the puppeteer, pulling the strings of all their pleasure, manipulating it at his leisure.
It wasn't Lily she looked at when she brought herself to orgasm. It was his handsome face and Adonis-like frame, it was those eyes and that jawline and that big, juicy cock.
She couldn't hold herself back, not any longer. She came, and she screamed, screamed into the night as her legs gave out from under her and she collapsed onto the grass.
Her moan was lost amidst a sea of cries as everyone else reached their peak simultaneously. Serena collapsed onto the floor, Remi's snout dislodging from her pussy. Remi mewled like a kitten as Harry kept himself sheathed in her, his testicles twitching as he pumped her full of his seed.
Jamie shuddered. Her hand was soaked, and her clit twitched even as she came down from her peak. She looked at Lily, who was pressing down on her pubic bone as she and Regina rode their own orgasms.
For a while, there was only panting and gasping as everyone came down from their high, though the air was still electric. The night was still young.
With a loud squelch, Harry pulled out of Remi's cunt. The werewolf arched her back, putting her rump high up in the air as Harry's seed began to leak from her abused slit.
Serena, Regina and Lily stalked over like a pack moving in on a fresh kill. The Black sisters surged towards Remi's leaking cunt, Regina licking up the trail of thick seed from her thigh while Serena plugged the leak, burying her tongue in her freshly creampied pussy.
Meanwhile, Lily crawled over to Harry, catching his half-mast cock in her mouth and swallowing it down her throat as she began to suck it clean.
Lily. Sucking his cock. Her throat bulging from his girth. Her cheeks hollowed out. Her eyes staring up at him. Lovingly.
Jamie was rubbing her clit raw now. She couldn't take her eyes away from it. She couldn't look away from Lily bobbing her head, gurgling sloppily as she coated every single inch of the now fully hard cock in her slobber.
Remi turned her head, eyes half-lidded as Serena stuck a finger in her ass while both Black sister's tongues were now lapping at her cunt.
She sniffed the air.
"Jamie. It's ok, you can come over. We saved a spot just for you."
Jamie's blood ran cold, but she let the cloak slip from her body.
Harry grabbed onto Lily's head as he looked at her, eyes raking over her naked form.
She'd known what she was coming here to do.
"Maginficent. You're ready to talk, Jamie?"
"Yes, sir." She said, bowing her head as she stepped forward. She looked different from the other girls. Her chest completely flat, her stomach ripped, her shoulders slightly capped. Thighs meaty but also hard.
Lily's bobbing became more frantic as the other girls stood to meet Jamie. Serena and Remi were gazing at her with love.
"I'm so happy, Prongs." Serena said breathlessly.
She smiled before looking at Harry, who simply gazed back as he kept a hand on Lily's head.
"I… I am a brat. I'm an entitled brat that thinks she deserves everything. I… I want you to teach me how to be humble, please."
Harry smiled. He reached a hand out, and after a moment's hesitation, Jamie took it.
He pulled her towards himself and ran his hand down her body, sending thrills coursing through her.
"I will teach you, Jamie, and I'll also give you everything."
She gasped, throwing her head back as Harry tweaked her nipple.
Soft hands cupped her face and pulled her head down. Jamie was face to face with Serena, who looked as vulnerable as she had ever seen her.
"Prongs… would you… can I kiss you first?"
Jamie didn't look towards Lily. Her eyes remained locked on her best friend.
She nodded.
Serena surged forward, crushing her lips in a bruising, needy kiss.
Harry let go and Serena wrapped her arms around her, mashing her full tits up against Jamie's flat chest.
Her very first kiss.
She melted into it, she ran her hands over Serena's body, a body that she was intimately familiar with and yet a complete novice to.
She squeezed Serena's ass and then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She was pulled away and spun around, a tail wrapping around her waist.
Remi slipped her tongue into her open mouth as her claws dug into her shoulders, lightly but firmly. Meanwhile, Serena was kissing the back of her neck. Remi broke off her kiss to nuzzle up against her neck, nipping and licking away as the two girls rubbed their bodies against hers.
When the Marauder's love-in finally ended and Serena and Remi stepped back, Jamie glanced around. Her eyes landed on Regina, who had a hand on her hip.
"Hmmph. We can kiss later, I'm waiting for the main course to open up."
Jamie followed her gaze to where Harry was now pistoning his hips in and out of Lily's mouth as the redhead gladly took the facial abuse. Finally, he pulled back until just the head was sealed by her lips, and his cock tensed as he came for the second time that evening.
Lily's mouth swelled as it was flooded with cum. When it couldn't hold any more, his cock popped out and coated her face in several thick ropes of cum.
Lily smiled up at her daddy as she swallowed, though she made sure to only swallow half.
Lily stood, catching Jamie's gaze as she sauntered over.
Jamie was rooted to the spot as the girl of her dreams walked over to her, her angelic face dripping with fresh cum.
Lily stopped right in front of her. She cupped Jamie's face, and without hesitation, Jamie closed her eyes.
Their lips met. Lily's tongue pushed into her mouth, and with it came a large glob of Harry's cum.
She was kissing Lily.
The thing she'd always dreamed of was finally happening, in the most perverse, twisted way possible.
And it turned her on. Jamie gave in to everything she was feeling. She pushed her tongue against Lily's as they snowballed Harry's semen, their saliva barely able to dilute it. Lily's face pressed against her own, the cum coating her face glazing Jamie's own face.
She swallowed every last drop. She happily gulped down every single ounce of semen that Lily ever so graciously fed her. She ran her hand down Lily's side, feeling a thrill when Lily groped her ass and then ran a hand down her slit.
When their mouths broke apart, a dense string of saliva dangled between them before breaking and draping over Jamie's chest.
Lily was looking at her with deep lust. 'You're not a bad kisser, Jamie."
Jamie gave her most charming smile. "I'm a natural, babes."
Lily giggled. She actually giggled!
"Are you ready for him?"
Janie shuddered, her body trembling. "Yes."
They turned, arms wrapped around each other, to face Harry, who was upright, bouncing Regina's small body on his cock as the girl squealed.
Remi and Serena held their arms out to her.
"May we walk her down the aisle?" Remi asked Lily with a hint of humour.
"She's all yours." Lily held Jamie's hand out, and Serena took it. Remi took the other, and the united Marauders began the slow march over to Harry. Jamie's toes curled against the grass as with each step, she felt the vibrations coming from Harry slamming Regina down on his shaft.
Twenty seconds felt like an eternity as her best friends - her sisters - squeezed her hand, and in that time, she saw into her future as Regina was completely dismantled by Harry's savage fucking.
By the time they reached them, Regina was twitching, juices running down Harry's shaft as the girl's head lolled off to the side, drool running down her mouth.
Serena snorted. "Lightweight."
Harry unsheathed himself from Regina, gently placing the girl down on the grass. The girls retreated, leaving Jamie alone, face to face with Harry and his monstrous cock.
"I want you to give it your all, Jamie."
Jamie swallowed, but she nodded all the same. "We're Potters, aren't we? We don't know when to quit."
He grinned, "We're stupid like that."
There was a moment of stillness, and then they leapt into action.
Jamie knew it was a losing battle. She knew it was an insurmountable task. But she wasn't lying, she was too hardheaded to even think of giving in.
Their bodies collided, and it was like getting shoulder-checked in a quidditch match. Except Harry was much more solid than any beater she'd gone up against.
Still, Jamie absorbed the impact as best she could as she straddled Harry's waist, heels digging into his hips as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
She hissed as she felt his burning hardness slip against her cunt. It felt weighty, hefty, the broadside of the shaft wedging itself between her virgin lips.
She fought through the lump in her throat and chose to be aggressive. Her hands cradled his neck, and she brought his head down to meet hers.
She only had three kisses under her belt, but she was a quick learner.
Her tongue melded with his as she fought for dominance, fighting through the jolts that ran up her spine as Harry ran his shaft up and down her slit, her clit getting trampled underneath in the process.
Jamie readjusted her feet, wrapping them around his back and hugging them tight. This wedged him even further between her cunt lips, but it also left little room for him to move.
He chuckled into their kiss, sussing out her strategy. Jamie just battled on.
She stroked the back of his neck and pulled back from the kiss, capturing his lower lip and tugging at it with a sensuous bite.
She felt his cock twitch against her. She felt goosebumps along his back.
He wasn't unbeatable.
Her hopes soared. Jamie continued on the offensive, now rubbing her cunt along his shaft, paying close attention to the section of tender cuntmeat that was wrapped around his sensitive head.
She ground against it, feeling it swell. She grinned as Harry's mouth went to her neck, giving it a bite and then a lick and then a hard suck as his hands ran up her side.
Her body was tense. He could stimulate her all he wanted, she would will herself to victory. All she needed was to continue wrenching her pussy around that helmet until it couldn't handle any mo-
"Ooooooooh!"
Stars erupted in her vision as her thighs quaked. Her pussy trembled around his cock as his mouth and fingers played her body like a fiddle.
Jamie bucked against him as an orgasm wracked through her body.
Still, even as her body exploded in a symphony of sensation, she did not lose the will to fight. One orgasm wouldn't take her down, she still had some fight left in her.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her away. Jamie clung on, using every ounce of strength her legs could muster. She couldn't let him in her now, she still needed to recover.
He created a gap. Just enough for his cock to straighten out and press against her entrance. She only had enough time to take in a breath before Harry thrust into her with force.
She braced, her abs flexing against her sweat-drenched belly, her buttcheeks clenched, her pelvic floor muscles gripping as tight as she could.
It was futile. Harry's thick, meaty cock burned a trail of molten lava as it split her virgin cunt apart. There was no preparation, no toughness, no mental strength that could overcome the massive, tomboy-breaking cock that atomized her very being.
She was no longer squeezing him tight. She was dangling, holding on for dear life as his shaft drove deep into her pussy, his head slamming against her cervix with a deafening thud.
Jamie's eyes rolled back as her pussy hugged Harry's cock, squeezing it lovingly, devotingly, whimpering like a lovestruck schoolgirl when it felt the shaft retreating.
She shouldn't have worried. He pulled back until just the head was at her entrance, and then he rammed back in.
"See, she couldn't take it either." A barely recovered Regina said as the girls all watched Jamie being fucked silly.
Lily came to her defense. "This is her first time. And daddy's being extra rough with her. She's doing great."
Jamie was certainly doing great. She was moaning freely now, mouth half-open as she gazed lovingly at Harry through glazed eyes. As Harry's cock drilled into her pussy with rapid, powerful thrusts, there was a deep red blush running from her face to her stomach.
Harry bounced her up and down, their sweat drenched bodies glistening in the moonlight as they continued at a constant pace.
"They look so damn hot." Serena whispered as she stared at them, their lean, athletic bodies moving in unison.
Jamie's mind was on cloud nine as her body moved on its own, going off of nothing but muscle memory.
Grip the broom. Roll your body. Arch your back. Brace your core.
Harry's fingers grazed her lips. She parted them, taking his thumb into her mouth and sucking on it as she stared at him through half-lidded eyes.
She'd never stopped cumming. Not since before he'd penetrated her. When he gave one final, emphatic trust, it was simply the cherry on top.
Harry's cock swelled inside her before erupting in a shower of thick, creamy seed. He flooded her, her toned belly bulging instantly as she was filled with his seed.
Jamie Potter closed her eyes as she sucked on Harry's thumb. Her mind drifted off, letting the sensation of his twitching cock and his burning seed carry her to the heights of ecstasy.