Chapter 11: Yule Tidings
Notes:
First things first: its been a while.
This took a while to write. Early december, I got it in my head that I wanted to finish this fic by the end of the year. Work and life got in the way, and then I realized that I couldnt finish it in one chapter without it turning into a monstrosity.
So, I've spent these past two months writing three chapters. They're done, I'll be posting one chapter a week. My whole original plan was to post the 'final' chap on Christmas Eve, so all three chapters are Christmas themed.
"Come on, come on everyone, let's go!... On Donner, on Dasher on Blitzen!" Harry said as he ushered the girls into his office.
His grin faltered, not just at Regina's eyeroll - that was expected - but at the way Serena mimicked her while Remi bit her lip.
"Oh, come on! It was funny." Harry said.
"Of course it was, Master!" Remi's enthusiastic reply only worsened the situation as the Black sisters smirked.
He sighed, looking behind them to find an empty hallway, "where are Jamie and Lily?"
"They had some last minute business to attend to." Serena said.
Harry frowned, tapping his foot nervously.
"It shouldn't take that long." Serena said. "Why are you so antsy to leave, Master?"
"When Molly says lunch is at twelve, she expects everyone to be seated by twelve. Andromeda will agonize trying to figure out the next optimal time for everyone to show up, Amelia will start coming up with punishments for tardiness, Bella will jump in and dial them up to a thousand, and Narcissa will try to make herself faint as dramatically as possible."
"Oh wow." Remi said, "your daughters must be super punctual, then."
"They're late all the time." Harry said, "but I prefer to dodge bullets whenever I can." He glanced down at his watch, "we should still be good… what is it that they're doing, anyways?"
…
"Are you sure?"
For the umpteenth time, Lily sighed, "Jamie, I really, really hate repeating myself."
Jamie huffed, "I'm just saying, you don't know what she's capable of."
"She's not going to hurt me, and you're literally going to be across the hall. She'll know you're here."
"Exactly, that makes things worse."
"Not a single step." Lily warned, her stern glare rooting Jamie to the spot.
She walked across the dark, dimly lit dungeon. The fact that the castle was practically deserted - it was the first day of winter break, most everyone had left for Hogsmeade Station an hour ago - made the green tinted corridor feel all the more sinister.
Lily, meanwhile, stopped at a familiar door, leaned over, and knocked three times.
There was a pregnant pause on the other end. Down the corridor, Jamie tensed, gripping her wand behind her back. Just in case.
"Sev, it's me." Lily spoke softly.
There was a loud bump, the sound of glass shattering and muffled curse words as feet quickly scampered across the room. The door swung inward, and Lily coughed, eyes watering as she was blasted with potion fumes.
"Lily! You… you stayed this year?"
Severina's head poked out through the door, hair dripping with grease.
Lily took a slight step back, "I am leaving. I… I wanted to return this."
She held out the - thoroughly washed - copper stirring needle. Severina stared at it as if it were a foreign object.
"I'm really sorry, Sev. That whole incident the other day… it was a huge misunderstanding."
"...misunderstanding, right." Severina mumbled as she took the stirrer, "the train already left. How are you going back to your mother's?"
"We're taking the floo back to da- the counselor's place."
Severina's face darkened, "Counselor Potter? You and who-"
She peeked out just far enough to catch Jamie across the corridor, who didn't help things by giving her a grin and wave. In a second, her face turned positively feral.
"POTTER!" She hissed, leaping out onto the corridor.
"One move, Snape. One move and you get a repeat of last time."
"You sound far too confident without your lapdogs by your side, Potter. Remind me, what's our record one on one?"
Jamie snarled, "do we count the times you sneak attacked me, you slimy bitch?"
"Delusional as always, Potter."
"Stop it!" Lily screamed, "stop this shit right now!"
They both stiffened, but while Jamie had the wherewithal to remain silent, Severina shook off her paralysis.
"Why are you spending time with her, Lily? This is Potter."
"She's not as bad as you think, Sev. If you just-"
"You avoid me all year to spend time with this lunkhead Cedric?!"
"What the hell is a Cedric?!" Jamie bellowed.
"You would not know, you fucking broom-maxxing jock!"
"You do not get to tell me who I can and cannot hang out with!" Lily hissed, delivering a poke that made Severina leap back.
"Lily, you're blind!" Snape snapped defensively, hands clutched over her chest as if Lily's poke had burned clean through to her skin, "Don't you see she's trying to turn you into another one of those vapid wand-warmers!"
"What the fuck are you even talking about?!" Lily's face was flush with fury now, "Sev, I don't know what weird stuff you've been getting into your head, but until you change, I don't think I want to talk to you."
"Talk to… you don't want to… but Lily!"
"Merry Christmas." Lily turned away, even as Snape reached out at her. She walked back towards Jamie, who glared Severina down the entire time before wrapping an arm around Lily and sweeping her away.
…
"Oh thank Merlin, you're here." Harry said as the girls finally entered his office.
"Well, come on. On Dasher, on Blitzen, let's go girls." Jamie urged the others towards the floo, blinking in confusion when they shot her odd looks. "What? Just a little joke."
"Fuck me, are you sure master's not your uncle?" Serena asked.
"Or…"
"Alright, girls," Harry swiftly cut Regina off, "we're getting dangerously close to a five-wife meltdown. Come on, into the floo now."
They went to the fireplace, where Lily was the first one to scoop up a clump of floo powder, tossing it into the flames and stepping into the green inferno.
"BONES MANOR!"
…
One by one, the girls stepped out onto a vast drawing room, stuffed to the nines with Christmas decorations. There was a line of stockings over the mantle that tickled their foreheads as they stepped out of the fireplace, there were wreaths and lights and little figurines and dolls all over. The centerpiece of it all was a massive christmas tree, which somehow looked bigger than the one at Hogwarts. The tree rose up into the cavernous ceiling, where a flat, disc-shaped cloud sat like a portal, swallowing up the last little third of the tree as it cycled through festive colours.
The room was also a mess of toys, which Jamie noted first hand as she stubbed her toe on a wooden train.
"Fucking ream me with a broomstick!" She yelled as she hopped on one foot.
"Language!"
Harry's wives and daughters were gathered at the threshold to the dining room. Harry's daughters were bunched up together, giggling mirthfully as a heavily pregnant Molly glared sternly at Jamie.
"Ooh, I don't know, milkjugs, I like where she-master's mind is going." An equally pregnant Bella giggled.
"Bellatrix!" Molly was joined by Amelia this time.
Narcissa scoffed. "Oh please, the brats hear worse from us multiple times a day."
"Hello everyone." Andromeda said, "while introductions are usually exchanged at this stage, I would really prefer it if everyone is seated before the clock strikes noon, otherwise the next optimal time will not arrive for another hundred and ninety-four minutes."
And just like that, everyone shuffled over to the dining room, where the table was set and the meal already served.
"You will find placards with your names on them. I have chosen the seating arrangement in a way that will ease the flow of conversation." Andi explained.
As she spoke, the daughters scampered over to the table, snatching placards and rearranging them in a chaotic flurry. Lily was prepared to scold them over it when a hand on the shoulder from Harry stopped her.
Regina, meanwhile, was eying the elephant in the room. "Why is the squib tied down?"
Indeed, Pandora was already at the table, strapped securely to her chair with a gag over her mouth.
"She's been far too naughty!" Bella giggled.
"She still requires quite a bit of discipline, husband." Amelia said.
Narcissa scoffed. "Discipline doesn't work on their kind. Not that we should stop, of course."
Everyone began to hunt for their seats, with Andromeda looking slightly confused at the altered seating arrangement before she shrugged and found her name.
"Interesting arrangement, Andi." Molly said. Harry ended up at the head of the table, flanked by his daughters, with everyone else placed randomly on the other end.
"Yes… I must have gotten the arithmancy wrong at some point." Andromeda said, pulling a piece of parchment out from inside her shirt and pouring over it.
"Well, that one's going to be dead to the world for a while." Narcissa said, turning to look at her younger cousins, "how's your mother?"
Serena shrugged. "Hateful as ever, last I saw her."
Bellatrix pouted. "I was hoping you'd say dead."
Serena smiled, "I remember why I liked you, cousin Bella."
"Sister-wife Bella now!"
Regina leaned over and whispered to Narcissa. "For an ancient manor, this place lacks refinement."
Narcissa nodded, "we're outnumbered, cousin. You pick your battles and play the long game."
"Understood."
By Harry's end, his young daughters were looking at Remi with a great amount of interest. "Remi, is it true that you're a werewolf?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, I am."
The girls squealed with excitement. "You have to join our campaign!" Nymphadora said.
"Campaign?"
Lily groaned. "You're still doing that?"
"Doing what?" Jamie perked up.
"Oh, we tried to get the girls to help with the degnoming, so we made it into a game. Well, they got into it, and then they really got into it, and now every weekend they go out and defeat the big mean monsters in our backyard."
"Last time, we beat a level ten bowtruckle!" Sophia exclaimed, puffing her chest out proudly.
"Oh, I see. That sounds like fun." Jamie said, looking at Lily, "why don't you like it?"
"She's really bad at it!" Delphini and Darcia barked, evil grins on their faces.
"You keep making up new rules, and you always make me the healer!"
"I'd love to join you girls. I'm quite the marauder, you know." Jamie said with a wink as Lily groaned.
"Are you an older sister too?!" Nymphadora asked as the other girls leaned in.
"One of daddy's oopsie babies?"
"Nymphadora!" Harry guffawed, face turning red.
"Mmhhhhph! Mhphhh!" Pandora groaned against her restraints. Molly and Amelia shared a glance before the former leaned in to pull her gag down. "You hungry, dear?"
"I'm hungry for pearls!" Her eyes darted over to Harry's crotch.
"You will wait your turn," Narcissa said, "the higher nutritional payloads go to me. I can already feel my arm going numb."
"Grownup talk for later." Amelia said warningly.
"It doesn't make sense. My arithmancy was correct, and yet the arrangement turned out completely different." Andromeda muttered, finally lifting her head to look around the table. As her eyes swept over her daughters, they narrowed suspiciously, "yes, I see… A temporal disruption caused by a surge in the leyline. It explains it perfectly!"
"You can continue your doodling later, Andi dear. It's time to eat." Molly said, and everyone seemed to straighten up a bit as she spoke.
"Can Bella say some words?"
"Of course." Harry said as everyone joined hands, or had their arms squeezed while tied at their sides, in Pandora's case.
Bellatrix took a deep breath, lifting her chin and smiling serenely as her eyes swept over the table.
"Bella's new baby kicks even harder than Delphi did. Sometimes, when Bella gets her really riled up, she even punches too!"
"..."
"Dig in, everyone!" Harry exclaimed. He snapped his fingers, and the empty plates in front of them were filled with Molly's hearty home cooking.
Everyone jumped into their meal. Hums of satisfaction abounded, though, after a few bites, Regina couldn't help herself.
"Why are we eating out of hollowed out bread like peasants? And what is it with these forks?" She lifted up her wooden fork.
Amelia nodded towards Pandora, "you can thank this one. Until she's housebroken, the silverware remains under lock and key."
"Can you free my hands, please?"
"I'll feed you, dear. You're still on punishment." Molly said.
Despite the many disparate personalities, the many side conversations that seemed to explode and derail into completely different topics, or the fact that one person was forcefully strapped to the table, there was a sense of harmony among them. Or perhaps more like controlled chaos.
After dinner, Pandora was finally untied, though Amelia still kept her on a leash as everyone stood and made to head to the living room.
"Jamie, Regina, could you stay back for a moment?" Molly asked as Amelia handed her Pandora's leash.
"What's up?" Jamie asked.
"Come along, we can play some wizarding monopoly while we wait." Amelia said as she pulled Lily, Remi and Serena along while Andi and Bella herded the girls out as well.
"What is this?" Regina asked.
"We have a tradition in this house. Every year, our filthy half-blood husband dresses up as Santa Claus. This year, we're fortunate enough to also have some appropriately sized elves."
"Appro- I'm not that short!" Jamie snapped.
Regina snorted. "Keep telling yourself that."
"I think it's more the tomboy thing that's giving elf vibes, Jamie. Don't stress, it's all in good fun." Harry said.
"You expect a pureblood lady of my standing to dress as an elf?" Regina said.
Molly nodded. "You'll look adorable."
"I want to hold the bag with the presents." Pandora said.
Narcissa shook her head, "There will be no such thing, you magicless scoundrel. Now come, I've slaved away hours designing these costumes. Nearly died from infection when I pricked myself with a needle."
"You'll all look so lovely." Molly said as the women led them to a side room.
Meanwhile, in the living room, everyone was sitting in a circle on the carpeted floor as Amelia set up the monopoly board.
"Dibs on the hat!" Serena snatched at the piece, only for Ginny to put her hand over her's. "I always get the hat!" The little girl snapped.
"Well this time you didn't, sucks to suck." Serena stuck her tongue out as Bellatrix cackled with glee.
"Serena, maybe let her have it. You can have the cauldron." Remi said, holding out her own piece.
"You can all share. It'll be better if you team up. There aren't enough pieces anyway." Amelia said.
Sophia immediately attached herself to Lily, pressing her little silver broom between them, "yay!"
"Team up? That's gonna be so lame." Serena said as Delphi sidled up to her and Nymphadora hurried over to Remi.
"oooh, you'll need all the help you can get." Bella said as she leaned forward, "Andi can get quite vicious!"
"I simply enforce the rules," Andromeda said in a deadpan manner as she meticulously organized the fake coins.
"She's the bank. And she's ruthless." Bella said.
Lily, Remi and Serena shared glances before shrugging. They settled in, ready to jump into a nice round of Wizarding Monopoly with Andromeda as the bank, and Amelia and Bellatrix observing closely with strange looks in their eyes.
Andi cleared her throat. "Very well, let's begin, you will first need to set up a limited liability company…"
…
Severina leaned back against the wall, one foot up, hood of her robe set so that it cast the top right third of her face in shadow. She'd made sure her sleeves were the perfect length so that only her black painted nails were visible when she moved her hand. She was the picture of nonchalant.
She'd spent the past ten minutes adjusting her stance against the store window on the other side of the street.
Seeing a gaggle of teenagers about to pass by, she moved her hand so that she was pressing the tip of her fingernail against her forehead while she looked away mysteriously.
They snickered as they passed by. Intimidated by her aura, of course. A bunch of vapid little mugglettes.
She'd been standing here, by the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron's, on the muggle side, for a while now. She hadinformed her mother at the last minute, but she was a bloody witch. Had the woman forgotten how to apparate?
As always when she was forced to spend more than a few minutes in a crowded muggle area, she passed the time by people watching.
There was a middle aged woman - perhaps an adjustable eight in her youth, now a low six - with her classic five out of ten husband. For sure a high income earner. There was a young couple, both in the six to seven range. Another couple where the female was a borderline nine while the male was not just a six, but a short six at that. They were practically the same height!
She scoffed. "Shows how far money gets you."
It was a simple law of nature. Looks and magnetism were the main currency of the world. Those that had more of it, could dictate to those that had less. Sure, men, or dominant partners, could compensate with money, status and influence. In the case of wizards, magical power even played a role. But in the end, those were all just foreign currencies that one needed to convert into the all-mighty galleon that was physical appearance and dominance.
Wizard or muggle, the world was populated by a sea of unremarkable, unwashed masses. Inferi. They were mostly mindless, swayed about by the whims of the world around them.
Then there were the few. The true nines to tens of the world. They held an innate power greater than any single spell ever could.
If they were the submissive kind, they were prizes to be won. If they were the dominant kind, they were Cedrics, and they could shape the world around them just off their pure magnetism alone.
The bitterest truth was that Potter and Black, as much as she absolutely despised them, were mini-Cedrics. It was why she always knew she was at a disadvantage. Lily was an angelic being, a perfect ten - the perfect ten - but she was also a submissive woman, she could not withstand being in close proximity to such Cedric energy.
Severina's battle was always going to be uphill. As the main character, the powers that be had crippled her from the start.
Her nose was large, with a prominent hook to it. She had beady eyes, her hair was naturally oily, she had negative canthal tilt, her eyes were very deep set with prominent dark bags underneath. Her breasts were small, her nipples puffy, her hips were bony, she tended to sweat…
She could go on. If she were brutally honest, she was barely a four, maybe a five on a good day.
She could have tried emulating them. She could have tried to make herself into a pale imitation of Black, but that would never work, it would maybe make her a seven, nowhere near enough for Lily.
But there was another path. One only she'd been brilliant enough to see. One only she'd been brave enough to walk.
She could never be a conventional Cedric, but what she could be, was become something else, something far beyond. She could Vampmaxx.
Girls loved vampires. Tall, mysterious, brooding, sexy. She'd dedicated herself to vampmaxxing, and she'd made very good progress, even if the sheep around her were too blind to realize.
And now, she was only a few more tweaks here and there from achieving her goal. She would slave over her cauldron at home for as long as it took, but she was sure that it was just within her grasp.
The sound of a car backfiring brought her back to the real world. She frowned, pulling the hood of her robe tighter around her face as the beat up Ford Anglia sputtered to a stop in front of her.
The car was blue, save for the many bare spots where the paint had chipped off. The window rolled down, and a man poked his head out. As always, his thick moustache and big, coke-bottle glasses popped out at her like props from a bad costume.
"Hello there! What a dark and mysterious young witch you are!"
Severina grumbled, "Paul."
The man gave her that stupid, supremely dorky grin he always had before opening the door. "Hop on in! I'll put your trunk in the back."
Her eyes narrowed, "do not mishandle my potions."
He puffed up his chest, "you're talking to one of the finest sorters in Her Majesty's service! Handled everything from record players to fine china. Your trunk is safe with me, dear."
Severina merely rolled her eyes, shuffling into the car as she let the weedy man hoist up her trunk. She climbed around the folded front seat, onto the rear bench.
"Mother." She acknowledged the woman who was smiling back at her from the passenger's side.
"Severina, how was school?" Her mother said in that insipid, cheerful manner she had taken to recently.
"why didn't you just apparate here? Have you forgotten how to use your wand?"
Her mother's smile fell slightly before she shook her head. "Paul thought we could make a trip of it."
She sneered. "Of course."
The boot slammed shut, and a few seconds later Paul was sliding into the driver's side.
For the first few minutes, she thought she'd be able to endure this two hour car ride in silence and solitude. But, of course, Paul had to turn his head.
"So, learn any magic at school this year?"
"No, I did not learn a single piece of magic in the four months I was at a school for magic."
"Oh ho ho ho! Eileen, this girl's got some wit!"
"She does," her mother said, much less cheerfully.
"Well, Severina, I hope you're hankering for some pie and mash! And then we can maybe stop and see some Christmas lights before leaving the city."
Severina folded her arms tighter around her chest. "I only consume nutrient potions." That she died red to look like blood.
"Huh, ok," finally, his stupid cheerful facade was broken, "well, they have other stuff on the menu. I'm sure you'll see something that tickles your fancy!"
She scoffed. Mercifully, he turned his attention back to the road and began jabbering away at her mother, who bore that stupid, irritating, lovelorn smile, hanging onto his every word.
Severina did not miss her father. Wherever in the world Tobias Snape was at the moment, she was not yearning for his return. He'd been gruff and unpleasant, either wallowing in self-pity or screaming his lungs out at her mother.
And, of course, he'd contributed some of her worst features. Her mother wasn't exactly a catch, but her father was truly ugly. He did have a bit of a dominant aura, clearly, which was his only saving grace.
Regardless, he'd made her mother miserable, and Severina had shed no tears the day he'd fucked off and never returned. Her mother had been sad afterwards, but the house was much quieter, much less tense.
And then, two summers ago, she'd come home to find out her mother was shacking up with the bloody mailman.
They'd moved to his house, and, while still in Spinner's End, it was definitely nicer than their old one. That was really the only positive.
Paul was a stupid nerdy muggle who constantly made unfunny puns and tried to get on Severina's good side. She could not for the life of her understand how her mother could be so smitten with such a worthless muggle.
He was only slightly better off than they'd previously been. He was unimpressive in appearance and had no outstanding qualities.
And yet, three years in, her mother looked like a new woman. She was smiling all the time, she was cheerful, and she seemed genuinely smitten with this pathetic man.
It made no sense. Zero sense. But it really didn't matter, in the end. Severina had a room where she would continue to work on her potions, and she wouldn't have to deal with the crippling loneli- with how drafty the castle gets when there's no students around.
…
It was only twenty minutes later that Molly padded in, but in that time, she found a circle full of distraught children and teenagers, along with a gleeful Bellatrix and a sternly smiling Amelia.
"Wait, what if we all pool our resources? Merge our companies?" Lily asked.
Andromeda shook her head. "The debts you have incurred are too great. The interest payments alone have already spiralled out of control, I'm afraid the only option is bankruptcy."
The children groaned, "we always go bankrupt!" Darcia said.
Bellatrix clapped her hands, "excellent work, Andi!"
"Hmmph, let that be a lesson, children. Usury is the domain of the unjust and despicable." Amelia said.
"I really think we could beat this if we play again. I can come up with a solid business plan." Remi murmured in frustration.
"I told you not to buy the bloody boardwalk. Who the fuck wants to go to a boardwalk in Scotland?!" Serena barked at Delphi, who didn't back down one bit, glaring defiantly back at her, "you were the one who bought the dragon preserve!"
"Agreed, those maintenance costs killed you, Serena." Lily said.
"Alright, everyone, I think we've had enough monopoly for today. Who wants to go see Santa?!"
"Santa!" The girls all sprung to their feet, their financial woes completely forgotten.
"Santa's here?! Bella wants to be first!" Bellatrix shouted, though her gravid, pregnant belly made it impossible for her to beat out her daughters, who were already out the door by the time she'd managed to get up.
"Take it easy, sister. Besides, the girls always go first." Andromeda said as she helped Bella along.
Bellatrix pouted as they all moved to the drawing room, where there was now a large, christmas-themed tent.
"Santa!!!!!" The girls squealed as they ran over to the man with the long white beard.
"Santa!" Lily gasped as Remi and Serena bit their lips.
Harry did not resemble the traditional image of Santa Claus. Not even close. He wore flowy red silk harem pants, high-waisted and cinched by with a wide sash of emerald and ruby thread. He had on a silky red and white vest and nothing else, his chiseled torso laid completely bare. If it wasn't for the long white beard and the Santa hat with the fluffy white ball dangling from the tip, he would have just looked like a male stripper.
Narcissa - and her very racy Mrs. Claus get up - stood proudly, arms folded over her chest, "this year, I took inspiration from the Arabian Nights."
"You should have seen her vision board. Very impressive." Molly said as the girls gathered around their father.
"Why couldn't we get the same inspiration?"
Jamie, Regina and Pandora emerged from the tent, clad in the typical green and red elf costumes. They were rather skimpy, with skirts that didn't cover their asscheeks, striped knee-high socks and plunging necklines that accentuated Pandora's sizeable bust - pierced nipples prominent through the thin material - Regina's small chest and Jamie's boyish sternum.
"Oh wow." Lily said as Serena whistled, sidling right up to Jamie and caressing her long elf-ears.
"Hey!" Jamie snapped, face flushing as she tried to brush Serena's hand away. "That's transfigured, and sensitive!"
"Oh, it's going to stay on, too." Serena purred.
"Mine look better." Regina said as she patted her own ears.
"Line up outside the tent, children." Narcissa said. The girls ran over to queue up, and seeing that their mothers were about to do the same, the teenagers followed, and soon there was a single file line outside the tent as Santa and his elves stepped back in.
"I'm surprised Narcissa is fine with everyone else going before her." Lily whispered.
Amelia scoffed. "Please, look at her mouth."
There was a suspicious streak of white goo dangling from the corner of Narcissa's lip. Noticing their gaze, her tongue swiped out and she slurped it up, lifting her chin up imperiously. "The chef gets to sample the meal."
One by one, the daughters rushed into the tent to see Santa. Each spent a good few minutes before coming out starry eyed and bouncing on the balls of their feet.
"Mommy Molly, where's daddy? He needs to meet Santa!" Darcia raved.
Molly smiled, "Your father had to run out and run some errands, he just missed him again this year. Now, come on, all of you, up to your room for a nap or Santa won't bring you your gifts."
The girls groaned, but they were far too fearful of breaking the arcane pact they'd made with Santa to protest too much.
"Lily, be a dear and take your sisters up to their room."
"Sure." Lily said as the girls all gathered around her, glaring up at her as if it was her fault that they had to go.
As they disappeared down the corridor, Bellatrix rubbed her hands together. "Now it's our turn to see Santa."
…
The curtain slit open, and this time, instead of a boisterous child, a grown, heavily pregnant woman sauntered into Santa's tent.
Despite her limited mobility, Bella managed to take a sexy, seductive stroll towards Santa's throne, planting a tongue kiss on her younger cousin and pulling one of Pandora's boobs out from under her top along the way.
"Ho, ho, ho. Hello there, young lady, have you been naughty, or nice?" Harry asked, stroking his beard as Bella stood over him, eyes burning with desire.
"Ooooh Santa… I've been a very naughty girl. Naughtier than last year, even." She rubbed her pregnant belly as Harry grabbed her, gently hoisting her up on his lap as Bella pulled off her top, letting her huge, milk-filled tits spill out and smack Santa Harry right in his face.
Harry buried his face in Bella's tits as she shook them from side to side. He latched onto a nipple and took big, greedy gulps of rich, creamy breastmilk. Bella giggled gleefully as she slapped her other breast against his face. When they finally settled down, Harry was sporting a milk moustache as he groped both her tits, more milk squirting onto his face and down his beard.
"You know what the problem is, Bella? I think you like being on my naughty list."
"I doooo!" Bella cheered as Harry squeezed the thick globes of her ass, "but Bella is sad. Because of the baby, Bella can't be punished for being a bad girl, not like she truly wants."
Harry smiled as his hand moved between them, making Bella moan as his fingers dipped into her soaked cunt, "you look ready to pop. You're going to give birth very soon, aren't you?"
Bella's eyes were crossing over as she fucked herself against Harry's hand, "I am! Bella's going to pop like a balloon! Very soon! Very soon!"
Harry had replaced his hand with his cock, allowing Bella to glaze it in her juices as her lips speared around the thick, veiny shaft.
"Well then, Santa will bring you all kinds of punishments next year. Once the baby's born, I think you deserve a nice helping of discipline for being such a naughty girl."
"More! Bella needs more discipline! More Santa! More!"
As the gobsmacked helpers looked on, Santa and his naughty, pregnant slut ground against each other, harder and harder, until finally, Bella rode her cunt far enough up Harry's shaft for his head to catch onto her on the way down. Harry hissed, slowing their movements down to a crawl as Bella came back down, his cock plunging into her pussy.
"Merlin." Jamie gaped as she watched the two fuck like jackrabbits, Bella's gravid Belly proving to be no impediment to their fierce coupling as Harry slid her back and forth on his lap.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck Bella Santa! Fuck Bella hard!" Bella wrapped her arms around Harry's head, once again smothering him with her tits as his cock drilled her pregnant pussy into oblivion.
There was another moan now, and Jamie's head turned to see Pandora cupping her own tits, sucking one into her mouth as Regina clutched her from behind, forcing the squib to frig her pussy as she became engrossed by the lewd scene.
Bellatrix managed a few half-bounces, with Harry keeping a firm hold on her the entire time, before shrieking at the top of her lungs. Her pussy clenched around Santa's shaft, more milk streaming from her tits as she pressed hard against his body.
As she leaned forward, Bella's cheeks spread open, and in a moment of madness, Jamie rushed forward, kneeling down, resting her hands on the pale globes and driving her tongue right into her puckered hole.
She was a good helper, after all.
Bella's screams grew even louder as the two Potters drove her insane. Her asshole clenched tight around Jamie's tongue as her pussy wrenched around Harry's cock, and her eyes rolled over as her orgasm reached even higher peaks than before.
When she finally came down, Jamie had to unwedge her face from between her cheeks. Harry soothed his wife as he gently helped her off his lap, and Pandora and Regina snapped out of their own lustful haze long enough to help the heavily pregnant witch crawl over to the side of the tent.
As they moved to get away, Bella's hand shot out and squeezed around Pandora's neck, "you're helping Bella come down, little niffler."
When Molly entered the tent next, she saw Bella propped up with Pandora's face buried in her cunt.
She smiled before turning her attention back to Santa, whose hard cock was standing at attention as he stared at her.
"That naughty Bella left you soaked, Santa." Molly said as she wriggled out of her clothes on the way to his throne.
Harry glanced down at himself, his torso drenched in Bella's milk.
Jamie gaped at Molly's body. Even more so than Bella, the heavily pregnant witch looked like one of those ancient fertility figures, all hips, tits and belly to an almost comical extent.
"Why don't you hop on Santa's lap and tell me what you want? I know for a fact you've been a good girl." Harry said.
Jamie and Regina stood at either side of Harry as Molly climbed onto him, her gushy cunt wrapping around his cock like a velvet glove. "Oooh Santa, you know me, I'm always so selfless. I just want our babies to be healthy…" there was a short pause as Molly rocked back and forth, sloshing Harry's cock side to side in her wet heat, "...ooooh! I want our growing family to be happy, and I want to continue being the best, most loving wife and mother to you all that I can be."
Harry gripped Molly's hips as he rocked her just a little bit harder, making her massive tits sway from side to side, "you're lovely, Mrs. Claus-" Molly's eyes lit up, "But I want you to be selfish, just this once. What do you want for yourself?"
"Besides a nice, big, husbandly load in my pussy?" Molly asked, gasping as Harry jerked his hips, forcing himself deeper into her. He nodded towards his helpers, and Regina moved to kiss the side of Molly's neck as Jamie came up behind her, struggling but ultimately managing to bring her arms around and begin squeezing her tits, causing milk to spray out.
Molly moaned, eyelids fluttering, "Well, if you insist… I saw these dragonhide oven mitts the other day that are absolutely divine!"
Regina and Jamie froze, "are you bloody serious?"
"I think I can make that work." Harry said. Molly's eyes lit up in a way that made his heart swell with love, and suddenly, Harry stood them up, showing considerable strength as he easily handled his heavily pregnant wife. He laid them down on top of the fluffy carpet and began to roll his hips inside of her. Molly pulled him in for a kiss, Harry very careful not to put any weight on her belly.
Harry hiked Molly's leg up as he began to drive into her pussy a bit harder, savoring every whimper that was mangled against his tongue. Molly's feet jerked, her toes curling as Harry gave her a rough but loving fucking.
She came around his cock just as hard as Bella, pregnancy hormones making her cunt that much hotter and making the grip that much tighter. Harry kept his rod firmly in place, an obelisk of hard flesh that Molly's cunt warped around in pure ecstasy. His cock swelled inside of her, pinning her cunt against itself before finally exploding in a shower of baby batter.
"Oooooh!" Molly loved every gush of Santa's yuletide cream inside her cunt, savored every pulse of hot milk inside of her. When she came down, Harry pulled out slowly as he looked to one of his elves, "giftwrap her, please."
Momentarily stunned, Regina ran behind the throne, bringing back a shiny red Christmas ball. As Harry's hammerhead plopped out of Molly's battered pussy, Regina shoved the ball inside, keeping all of Harry's savory cum firmly sealed.
With a gentle snap of his finger, his wife was swept over to Bella's side, though Harry conjured a soft futon for her to rest sideways on.
Molly smiled, sleepy and satisfied, as Bella giggled.
"Lightweight Molly! Bella can still go all niiiiii-!!!!" Bella seized up, her thighs squeezing the life out of Pandora's head as the blonde continued to service her pussy.
"There, there, Bella, let's have a nap." Molly said, reaching out to cradle her sister-wife's head as Bella tried to stave off sleep. Molly popped a tit into her mouth, and Bella nursed from her, eyes slowly closing shut.
The tent opened and Serena walked in, excitement growing exponentially by the second as she took in more and more of the depravity within.
By the time her stormy blue eyes landed on Santa as he settled back onto his throne, she had drool coming out of her mouth. "Santa, I know exactly what I want for Christmas."
Serena knelt on Santa's throne while the man himself plowed her from behind. Squeezed between her quivering thighs, one bratty little elf had been coerced into sealing her lips over her older sister's clit while Santa's shaft scraped against her chin.
Serena was in pure bliss, especially since she had her own face buried in her favorite elf's cunt, Jamie's legs wrapped around her head as she swirled her tongue around in her core. Her hands were squeezing the hell out of Jamie's cheeks as the tomboy rode her face.
But Serena was nothing if not greedy.
Pandora pulled Remi into the tent, each girl holding the other by the collar.
Harry shot Remi an apologetic look even as his nutsack smacked Regina's throat, "Sorry about this, but she asked for you."
Remi smiled, becoming entranced by the hypnotic movements of her master driving his shaft into her girlfriend's cunt, "I don't mind Master. After all, all I wish for this Christmas is to serve you."
Harry smiled, "well, why don't you come and serve, pet?"
"Ooophm!" Jamie huffed as Remi climbed onto the throne from the side and laid down on top of her, her tits pressing against Jamie's flat chest as she rolled her hips until their pussies lined up together.
"Fuck yes!" Serena raved, eyes wild with lust as she reached out and squeezed Remi's puffy cunt lips, watching her sweet sap leak down her peach, filter through her curly bush and drip onto Jamie's thin, hairless slit.
"Thank you Santa!" Serena squealed, and as a hard thrust from Harry sent her spilling forward, she squeezed her two favorite cunts together and dived face first into them.
"Fuck! Padfoot! You're an animal!" Jamie groaned as Serena ate them both like a savage beast, smearing her face all over their cunts.
Serena's pussy clamped down on Harry as he made her cum, but she simply used that orgasm to catapult her into delirium.
Even as her lower half bucked wildly into a protesting Regina, even as her cunt spasmed wildly around Santa's cock as the towering rod of meat actually sped up inside of her, Serena locked in.
She had to practically unhinge her jaw in order to capture both clits, but she managed. She inhaled deeply, until her lips stuck like suction cups to both girls upper labia, and then, she went wild.
She slurped, her tongue darting around wildly, filling the void she'd created with copious amounts of spit. Then, she wound her tongue around both clits, squeezing them together as she began to wriggle it as quickly as she could manage.
"Oh shi-!" Remi kissed Jamie as Serena brought both girls to a simultaneous orgasm, their hips bucking against her face, forcing her to relinquish her hold on their clits as her face was sprayed with twin splashes of clear slick.
"Best Christmas." Serena grinned, overstimulation finally catching up to her as her body went limp. Harry pulled back, and at the same time Regina shoved her away, causing the horny teen to end up spread eagle on the floor with a loopy smile on her face.
"Any form of elfdom is far too humiliating for me." Regina said as she stood, her knees sore and face covered in a clear sheen.
"Just a little bit longer, honey." Harry wrapped his arm around her and gave her bum a squeeze. "Pandora, next person up."
Andi stepped into the tent with her hands clasped in front of her. "Greetings, Husband-Claus."
Harry smiled as he walked up to her, pulling her in, spinning her around and giving her a searing kiss that left her loopy.
"Tell me, Andromeda, have you been naughty or nice?"
Andi blinked away the fog, "well, as you know, I was unable to give you an answer last year."
Harry nodded, "you said you needed time to tally up your deeds."
"Yes." Andi said, unable to help herself as she traced Harry's pec with her finger, "well, I took the time to create a spell."
"A spell?" Harry laughed, shaking his head fondly as he leaned in to kiss her again.
Andi nodded, as seriously as she always did, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at herself.
"Virtus Indicium."
A white light hit her chest, and Andromeda's body glowed a light green before it quickly faded away.
"That means I am nice."
"It was never in doubt. Tell me, Andromeda, what do you want from Santa for being such a nice girl?"
It was Andromeda's turn to smile, "I thought about that as well, and I am afraid there is nothing Santa could provide me that I would want. My greatest desire is to share this love with you forever. I have already solved that issue, so at this time, my only wish is for you to lick me, Husband-Claus."
"Andi-" the tender, romantic response on Harry's lips short-circuited as he processed her words, "wait, what do you mean you solved that issue?"
She placed a finger on his lip, "I will not spoil my christmas gift to you, my love. Now please," she tugged at his beard, forcing his head down. She pulled her pajama bottoms down just enough for him to see her lips, red and swollen with need, with a small little sprig of green stuck right on top.
"I believe the custom dictates that anything underneath the mistletoe must be kissed."
"I mean, as Santa Claus, I'm compelled to obey." Harry said as he dropped to a squat, his arms sliding down Andi's body to peel her pajamas off and fully uncover her delectable lower half.
His fingers sank into the soft, jiggly flesh of her ass as he peppered kisses down her lower stomach. Andi caressed his hair as Harry flashed her a cheeky smile, wedging his upper teeth under the mistletoe before biting it off and tossing it aside.
He went lower and lower, over increasingly tender flesh, until he finally reached his destination.
Andi held her breath. Even after all these years, it was a magical moment.
Harry's tongue flicked out and tickled her mound. As she gasped, Harry captured one of her lips between his own, gently peeling it away until his tongue was able to sneak in underneath and begin ravaging the tender pulp that lay within.
Andi leapt off her feet, her thighs instantly coiling around his powerful shoulders as Harry easily held her up, not breaking stride as he devoured her peach, head moving in a circle as his upper lip pressed on her clit and his tongue burrowed into her wet heat.
Andi came on his face rather quickly, but Harry didn't relent. Even as she was spasming around him, he stood up, lifting her high in the air as he continued to slurp up her cunt.
With a mouth full of pussy, a nose full of sweet tangy femininity, eyes forced shut by smooth skin and ears being squeezed by thick thighs, Harry had no prior warning to the pair of hot lips that wrapped around his shaft and began to suck.
"Mmmppph!" He moaned into Andi's cunt. With one hand still holding her up, his other hand jumped down to caress the head of hair that was bobbing on his shaft.
Silky smooth, at least shoulder length. That didn't narrow things down at all.
Whoever it was, they were being very enthusiastic, squeezing his butt as they fucked their throat raw on his cock.
Andi finally began squirming around in a way that told Harry she couldn't handle any more stimulation. Harry bent, and they somehow managed a dismount without her tumbling onto the floor.
As Andi stumbled off in drunken stupor, Harry's vision readjusted, slowly filling in the image of the girl that was currently gobbling down his cock. Auburn hair flounced around, and Harry instantly picked out which particular redhead this was.
"Amelia!"
She paused in her worship, his cock coated in slobber after she's thoroughly cleaned off all the girl-juices that had accumulated.
"Claus." She said, eyes narrowing as she entered 'inquisitor mode'.
She rose to her feet, wiping slobber from her chin as she did, and from his angle, it almost looked as if she were floating up the back of her gigantic tits.
Amelia and Molly were always at war in terms of who had the largest bust. And while Molly was currently edging that out due to her pregnancy, the fact that Amelia was still holding her own was a feat in and of itself.
Amelia rolled her eyes as Harry's hands jumped to grope her tits. "Degenerate. You know, Claus," she flinched slightly as Harry began groping her giant funbags, kneading them aggressively as he pinched her nipples, "You're a real piece of work. Breaking and entering into people's homes every year. I've been wanting to get my hands on you for a long, long time."
She tugged at his beard, eyes filled with that fierce lust that always took her over whenever she role-played.
Amelia wasn't a completely fanatical paragon for the rule of law. But nothing got her hot and bothered more than playing the strict disciplinarian.
"Ho, ho, ho, well I'm sorry, Head Auror Potter." Harry relished in the way her eyes lit up at the title she'd been yearning for, "please, how could Santa make it up for you?"
"You can start by putting that cock to good use."
She pulled him towards the edge of the tent - opposite where Bella and Molly were snoozing away - and bent over, spreading her legs wide to present her rump to him. She spread her cheeks wide, and Harry didn't need her prompting to know where exactly she wanted him to stick his cock.
Her asshole was slick and glistening. He wasn't going to ask her what she'd used to lubricate it, or who she'd used to lubricate it.
She huffed as Harry pushed his big cock up against her backdoor, spreading the rings of her anus as his thickness speared through.
"Hnnnng!" She half-groaned, half-moaned as she braced her hands against her own ass. Harry reached out and cupped her tits once more, this time under the pretense of maintaining balance.
"Can I be honest with you, Claus?" Amelia asked as she took Harry's first forceful stroke like a champ, even as her body rattled and jiggled under his assault.
"Yes?"
"I'm obviously on the nice list, at the very to-OooooP!" She bit her lip as Harry's strokes continued to come in, hard and punishing, "but I've always been curious… I want to be naughty, just once, I want to feel the thrill of being a filthy criminal degenerAAAAAAH!"
Harry's cock drove home once more, Amelia's ass almost swallowing up his hips as her nipples twitched against his fingers. Harry pulled them hard as he flexed his rod, and the stretch was enough to send her over the edge.
Harry let Amelia topple over, following her down to the ground if only to feel her canal twitch around his shaft. Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to keep her twitching hands flat.
"So you want to do something naughty? I mean, I think taking Santa's dick up your ass is plenty naughty enough."
She shook her head jerkily against the floor. "N-Noooooo! I-I want to do something bad! Something really criminal! That's what I want for christmaaaaaaaa-!"
"I'll see what I can do." Harry said as he finally eased off her, leaving behind a gaping hole as he pulled out.
As he stood back up, he surveyed a scene of carnage, bodies laid out all over. The Marauders had slurped each other into a coma, Andi was spooning Pandora nearby.
His work was nearly done.
"Santa?"
Lily's voice was small and childlike as she stood at the entrance to the tent. She was clutching a stuffed hippogriff close to her chest, squeezing her pert tits together and pushing them up in a very enticing manner. She'd styled her hair in pigtails and put on an oversized shirt that hung down to her bare thighs.
One look at her 'innocent' emerald eyes and Harry's cock felt like a guided missile, his legs marching him towards her before he was even aware of it.
"Yes, sweetie?" Harry asked, his voice close to trembling as he towered over her, their difference in height never having felt this extreme.
A downward glance, a sideways kick of her leg. She was driving him insane. "Can I sit on your lap, Santa? I want to tell you what I want for Christmas."
"Come, honey." Harry snatched her arm and pulled her along. His yuletide throne was currently draped in fuck-drunk teenage bodies. Instead of sweeping them aside, Harry's magic shifted them around. As he retook his seat, Remi ended up draped around his shoulders like a mink coat, Jamie served as a backrest, and Serena slid off, kneeling next to Regina to serve as restholds for his feet.
Santa sat atop his throne of sluts, and his sexy little redhead daughter-mother climbed atop, stepping on the Black sister's backs as she did.
Her cunt hovered over Harry's cock, and in the moment, it seemed impossible that that tight little snatch would be able to stretch around such immense girth.
"Tell me, honey, what do you want for Christmas?" he raked his hands up her sides, slipping under her shirt as his fingers caressed her burning skin. The stuffed hippogriff fell from her grip and bounced off the edge of the chair as Lily lifted her arms and Harry removed her shirt.
He inhaled sharply as her creamy skin was exposed. He could hear Jamie groan behind him as Remi lightly pecked him on the shoulder from above.
"Will you still grant my wish, Santa? Even if it's naughty?" She asked, twirling a pigtail around on her finger.
Harry bit his lip as she lowered herself onto his cock. Her tender lips spread around his head, her wet heat wrapping around it, giving his head a sloppy, squelching kiss as she sank down onto him.
"Ah!" Even her gasp was innocent and childlike as she took his impressive length all the way down to the base, her toes curling tightly around his thigh as her core shook, trying to withstand the overwhelming sensation of being filled by his mighty rod.
"What is it, Lily? What present do you want from daddy?" Harry asked as Remi bit down on the side of his neck and Jamie - pinned, barely able to draw breath - ground her pussy onto his lower back.
"Oh daddyyyy! It's such a naughty wish!" She moaned, leaning forward, gripping his arms for support as she tried to ride him as best she could; in jerky little stops and starts that made his cock twitch in her cunt.
"Daddyyyyyy… I want you… Santa… I want you to put a baby in me, I want you to put a baby in all of us… all of us."
Harry felt goosebumps as his baby girl bared every single inch of her depraved soul to him. His hips jerked up, and his cock drove through her tight little cunt like a runaway train.
"L-Lily!"
"Please daddy!" She squealed, "please make my wish come true! I don't care how long it takes, how much you have to wait, I want it to be true, please, please!"
Harry couldn't do anything but scream, scream as he stabbed into Lily's cunt, stabbed away as his heart thumped in his chest and his skin prickled with fire.
Lily's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she collapsed onto him, head on his chest as the two went into an absolute frenzy of flesh-slapping savagery.
Harry's butt came off the throne as he dealt the final blow, cock erupting inside of her as Lily vibrated onto him. She clamped her thighs shut as much as she could, taking every single last drop of Harry's seed, his fertile seed.
She wanted to have his babies. He wanted them all to have his babies.
She wanted to give Santa a present too.
Harry's vision blackened as his orgasm proved immense. Lily rasped against him as the two lost themselves in their bliss.
When Harry came back too, he noted that Jamie had slid out from behind him, just enough so that he wouldn't crush her. Lily was sleeping atop him, and as he glanced around the tent, all his girls seemed to have dozed off.
Except for Narcissa, who had pushed her cousins aside and was kneeling at his feet - with a cushion for her delicate knees, of course - cleaning up his slimy cock as she stared right up at him.
"You better have some left in the tank, because you still haven't heard my wish."