Chapter 12: Christmas Market
Jamie rolled over in bed, going from warm body to warm body as she yawned herself awake.
It was familiar, and yet so different. They'd had this same arrangement several times back at Hogwarts, but here, on a bigger bed, with twice the people and a room that felt both grander and homier, on sheets of the finest acromantula silk…
It made her want to nuzzle her face into the back of the person in front of her and doze off for another hour.
But she wasn't Jamie Potter if not for her dogged adherence to routine. She'd long ago committed to being an early riser. And so, she pushed off the bed and cracked her eyes open.
It was Andromeda's soft body that she'd been cozying up to. Tempted to suck one of her juicy breasts into her mouth, Jamie instead slipped out of the massive circular bed, toes wriggling as she touched down on soft, cool carpet.
She glanced back at the mass of bodies, knowing that most of them would be sleeping deep into the morning.
She stretched as she walked to the bathroom, her chiseled body flexing as her thunderous thighs jiggled with each step.
She entered the bathroom to the tune of loud moans. Even after a week here, she still froze momentarily, as if she were intruding on something private.
"Morning, Jamie!" Harry greeted as Narcissa grunted, reminding him to focus on his duty. He had her bent over the triple sink, drilling into her from behind as beads of water rippled down her juicy ass.
They were both quite wet, with Narcissa's hair wrapped in a towel while Harry's was soaked. They'd just gotten out of the shower.
"Mornin'" Jamie smacked Harry's bum as she passed by on her way to the shower.
In the week that they'd been here, she'd very quickly learned a few of their individual quirks. One of Narcissa's many - many - peculiarities was that she took her morning routine very seriously. She wasn't getting railed against the bathroom sink, she was undertaking therapy to keep her failing organs running. It was serious business, not something one could playfully try to join in on.
And so, Jamie didn't try to join. She got in the shower and turned on the cold water, her nipples practically popping out of her chest as she began to lather up her body.
"Will you - mphhh! - will you finish already, brutish husband?!" Narcissa barked bitingly, as if she wasn't moaning profusely as the sound of flesh smacking flesh grew louder, "you're bruising my delicate skin!"
"Sorry about that, Cissy." Harry grunted, no shred of remorse in his voice, "I promise I'm close."
Jamie couldn't help it. She lay down on the tiled floor and peeked around the glass partition.
What through glass had been an amorphous blob was clearly two people furiously rutting. Narcissa's pale cheeks really had bruised a deep, dark red as Harry pounded into her from behind, but as much as she complained, the sexy blonde kept her grip firmly on the marble countertop as she stood on her tiptoes and her tits swayed back and forth.
Jamie gasped, and that blasted enchanted showerhead switched from cold to hot just as her thighs clamped tight around her hand and her fingers slid between her lips.
She arched her back. Narcissa's toes were seizing up, and Harry grabbed her, lifting her up off the floor as he gave her several more hard, steely strokes.
Narcissa always tried to be stoic. Jamie knew she'd cum multiple times already for sure, and she was in the midst of an orgasm right now, but the blonde stubbornly fought to keep that same resting bitch face, even as her body visibly crumbled from Harry's masterful pounding.
"Here it comes!" Harry announced, balls slapping hard as he thrust back into her, "FINALLYYYYY!" Narcissa masked her renewed orgasm as best she could as she was finally flooded full of Harry's thick seed.
Jamie continued frigging her cunt as the two stood firmly in place, Harry feeding Narcissa every single ounce of life saving nutrients. She continued to soap herself up, but her hands couldn't help but run up and down her tight body in a sensuous manner.
When she stepped out of the shower, Harry was brushing his teeth while Narcissa knelt under the sink, glugging down on his cock.
She'd been going at it for a bit, because as Jamie stepped up to the sink and began applying toothpaste, Harry grunted. She glanced down and saw Narcissa with her head pulled back, allowing Harry's cock to blast her face with multiple thick ropes of semen.
The way he could just keep spraying and spraying, his seed never thinning or losing volume, even after fucking them all multiple times a day…
Jamie looked up at Harry in deep admiration. Her heart fluttered as he gave her a goofy smile while brushing his teeth.
"Make room!"
Narcissa bumped her aside, inspecting her the mask of thick white cream in the mirror.
Satisfied with the coverage, she picked up her toothbrush, grasped Harry's semi-erect cock, and squeezed out one more spurt right over the bristles. She proceeded to thoroughly brush her teeth with her husband's cum.
When the three of them finished their morning routine - Narcissa's face glossy with caked in semen - the blonde eyed Jamie up and down, "you may be my cuddle companion now in bed, I shall be the big spoon."
"I'm not going back to bed."
Narcissa sneered, eyes narrowing as she leered at Harry, "these out of wedlock offspring are far too uppity," her eyes flashed back over to Jamie, "I expect you to eat me out later."
Jamie sighed, knowing it was best to just let things go as Narcissa left for bed.
Harry put a hand on her shoulder, "She's a bit high-maintenance, I know."
Jamie shook her head, "she's lucky she's so sexy." It was hard to admit, but something about Narcissa's bitchyness really turned her on.
The two walked back into the room, where Narcissa was already clutching Regina as if she were a teddy bear, and headed for the clothes drawer, another enchanted item custom built for the needs of a large, polyamourous family.
Harry reached into the underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers. As he stepped into them, Jamie pulled out a smaller, but similar pair. She snapped the waistband around her shredded obliques, her bum forming a noticeable shelf in the back.
As the two tiptoed out of the room, Jamie couldn't help but look up at him again. He was shredded, despite being much more muscular than her, but right now, she focused on how his abs were identical to hers.
Shape. Quantity. Everything.
All the teasing jokes suddenly bubbled up to the surface, "hey."
"Yeah?"
"You, ummm… you… you didn't bang my mum a bunch of years ago, did you?"
Harry opened his mouth, snapped it shut and then opened it again, "not that I know of, Jamie. But… I mean, I was a bit of a manwhore back in the day."
"Was?"
"Touché."
She nodded, and they walked in silence for a few more seconds, "you know, my parents were pretty old. I know they struggled for years to have me. Nothing seemed to work, then all of a sudden…"
"Like I said, Jamie. I didn't knowingly sleep with your mum."
"Knowingly."
"Knowingly."
Jamie bowed her head for a few seconds, and then suddenly, she rushed him, arms wrapping around him as she tackled his mid-section.
Harry let her pin him to the wall, though he kept himself upright as he prepared to restrain her if he had to.
He expected anything, from clubbing blows to surging knees. Instead, he felt her tongue wet his skin as she began to lick up his abs.
He relaxed as Jamie's licking quickly grew more frantic, her tongue outlining every single muscle as she smushed her face up against him, rubbing it from side to side.
When she looked up at him, she looked the most vulnerable that he'd ever seen her, "I… I don't want this to be a counseling thing or anything-"
"Of course." Harry reassured as his thumb slipped past her lips and into her mouth.
"Can I… can I call you daddy… and maybe just act like you are? Sometimes, at least?"
Harry circled the pad of his thumb around the tip of her tongue, "of course you can… baby girl."
Jamie gasped, and her head went further south, her tongue gliding across Harry's torso as his cock broke through the slit in his boxers, rod standing firm and proud.
Jamie grasped it with both hands and began to stroke it as she glanced back up at him, "daddy, is it ok with you? That I'm such a tomboy? That I don't really do girly things?"
"Baby, I love you just as you are. You're my sexy little tomboy," Harry groaned as she brushed his head up against her lips. And then, Jamie opened up and swallowed him up.
She bobbed her head, eyes glazing over as she stared lovingly right up at him, "we can play quidditch together, and rough around all you want. And if you want to fuck your sister… That's well and fine with me."
Calling Lily her sister did things to Jamie. She surged forward, choking on his cock and sloshing it about on her throat before standing up, putting her hands up against the wall and spreading her legs, wriggling her boxer-clad booty from side to side.
"Pin me down, daddy. Please!"
Harry happily obliged, pushing his sexy tomboy up against the wall. Jamie thrust her ass back against him, and Harry's cock tried to drill right through her boxers. With the side of her head squished against the wall, her feet left the ground as Harry easily lifted her up, lifted her until her head was level with his and his teeth could clamp down on the cartilage of her ear.
He ground her against the wall, her boxers rode down until the slat lined up with her slit. On the next thrust, a sledgehammer pierced up through her lips and split her pussy wide open.
"Daddy!" She moaned, feeling Harry's hands cup her flat chest as her body tensed. Even with her eyes closed, she could visualize it clearly, their chiseled bodies rippling, muscles tensing as Harry fucked her up against the wall, hammered home hard with each thrust, knowing she could take it, knowing she as a tough girl.
His girl.
She didn't know if she would ever want to find out the real truth. But what she did know was that thinking of him as her father simply made everything feel that much more intense, that much more depraved and lewd and incredible and -
"OOOOOOOOH!" She screamed, toes curling against his knee as she clamped down on his cock. She bit her lip as his teeth tugged at her earlobe, her helix throbbing with delicious pain as her tomboy pussy gushed around the hard cock speared inside.
Harry kept her pinned as he came. His load was in no way diminished, bursting voluminously with thick baby batter. Baby batter that could get her pregnant, that could force a round belly onto her lithe, athletic frame.
She practically came all over again just from the thought, and Harry's cock continued to surge, filling her womb up with piping hot milk.
When the two finally relaxed, Harry let her down gently. Jamie brushed herself off as they adjusted their boxers, they shared a silent look, and then she leaned into his side. Harry cradled her head against his chest as they silently walked down to the kitchen.
Downstairs, they could hear the sounds of the true early risers.
"Moll-doll!" Harry marched over to where Molly was trying to brew tea, make breakfast, and keep an eye on two of her daughters, all while being heavily pregnant. "What have I told you?"
"I'm fine!" She assured, even as Harry gently guided her away from the stove.
"Come on, I'll finish up, rest by the counter."
She grumbled lightly, but Molly obediently waddled over to the kitchen island, where one of the stools instantly lowered and widened for her.
Jamie, meanwhile, was fighting off Sophia and Delphi as they buzzed around her. "How are you two this energetic? Maybe I should put you through some quidditch training." She kicked a leg out to trip Delphi. Delphi stumbled and glared up at her as Jamie stuck her tongue out in return.
"Oh, but brooms are so dangerous." Molly said, voice filled with worry.
There was clinking as several cups and mugs floated out of the cabinet. In a game she'd been playing all week, Jamie tried to identify which one belonged to whom.
The gilded little teacup that looked like it belonged in a museum was Narcissa's, the big, utilitarian square mug was Amelia's, while surprisingly, the 'Ministry Picnic 1973' one belonged to Bellatrix.
"Jamie." Harry called out to her.
"Yeah?"
Harry took a sip from his tea before placing the mug on the table. "I keep forgetting. What was it that you and Lily were doing right before we came here?"
"Huh?... Oh! Yeah, that…" Jamie trailed off, letting out a deep sigh, "remember that potion stirrer that Pandora stole?"
Molly tutted rather loudly as she cast stasis charms on all the tea.
Harry's eyes widened in realization. "That was Snape's, wasn't it?"
"You know her?"
Harry shrugged, "I know of her. Teachers talk, you know, and the two of you seem to have given them a lot to talk about over the years."
"She's a slimy, greasy, conniving little cu-" one glare from Molly was enough to stop her in her tracks as Sophia and Delphi's ears perked up, "curmudgeon. She's the worst, and she's always had this creepy obsession with Lily."
Harry coughed, "right, so you went along with Lily to return it, and I'm guessing things went south?"
Jamie smiled, "went pretty well, actually. Snivella showed her true colours, Lily sees her for what she is now, I doubt she'll talk to her again."
"This Snivella girl, is she really that bad?" Molly asked curiously.
"She's the worst! Not only is she an ugly bat, she's also an evil weirdo."
"Big into dark arts?" Harry asked.
"Erm… I guess? I mean, magic isn't all black and white, right? But anyways, she thinks she's soooo much better than everyone else! She seriously thinks she can beat me straight up in a duel. And no one is that into bloody potions. Not even her housemates like her. I mean, this last time she was ranting like an absolute madwoman, called me a Cedric!"
"A Cedric?"
"Yeah, a Cedric! Like, what even is that?"
"Oh, well, isn't it obvious?" Molly interjected.
"I knew a Cedric, back in the day." Harry said.
Molly shook her head, "A Cedric is a highly attractive wizard, a wizard with a magnetic aura that makes witches swoon at the very sight of them. With a square jaw, too."
"Oooh! Is daddy a Cedric?!" Sophia asked, the adults having forgotten all about her and her sister.
Molly smiled. "Your father is the highest order of Cedric. In fact, he transcends it, he rises far above it."
"So she insulted me by calling me hot?" Jamie asked, now more confused than before.
"How do you know all this?" Harry asked Molly.
"Remember, dear, I'm a Tradwitch, a Tradwitch that got to marry the most handsome Cedric of all." She leaned in and gave Harry a kiss on the lips.
"HOGSMEADE MARKET! HOGSMEADE MARKET! HOGSMEADE MARKET!"
With this thundering, high-pitched chant, Harry's other three daughters marched down the stairs. Everyone else followed after in staggered waves as the girls worked themselves into a frenzy, with Sophia and Delphi joining them in their incantation.
"Is there not a spell that can disable their screeching?!" Regina hissed, hands clasped over her ears as she reached the landing.
"You mean a silencing charm?" Remi said.
Regina pouted, "you expect me to know such a spell?"
"There is no need for one." Narcissa said before clearing her throat, "Tell me, sister, would Santa Claus be capable of hearing such unruly brats?"
Andromeda blinked, "of course. He is purported to be all-seeing and all-knowing, and his powers are greatest during the yule-time. I have no doubt that he would be aware of any misbehaviour."
Narcissa smirked as the girls squealed, mouths zipping shut even as their bodies burst with boundless energy.
"There you go."
"Alright everyone, let's have a nice, quiet breakfast, and then after we can go to the market." Harry said.
In their household, quiet was a relative term. But conversation was kept below ear-splitting, even as the girls forgot their fear and once again drove themselves into a frenzy over their upcoming visit.
"Why do they care so much about this market, anyways?" Lily said.
"I mean, every little kid loves the Hogsmeade market! It's loads of fun." Serena said.
"It's disgusting." Regina said.
"The girls mainly like it for the petting zoo." Amelia said. "baby hippogryphs, mooncalfs…"
"I heard they're even going to have a demiguise this year." Remi said.
"Keeping close tabs on the rotation at the petting zoo, huh Moony?" Jamie said, quickly dodging as Remi flicked a pea at her.
"I read the paper, Jamie."
"Seriously, are you secretly eighty? Who reads the paper?" Serena said.
"The crossword is one of my greatest joys in life." Andromeda interjected. "Except for the Monday crossword. It is far too simple."
Harry's face fell as he turned away, "hah, yeah, imagine being proud of completing it."
"I enjoy reading the comic strips, especially Archibald." Amelia said.
Serena cringed. "Isn't that the one with the mouse that works at the ministry?"
"Yes."
"Bella loves the paper! Did you know that the pictures can still scream for a while after you cut them to ribbons?"
Harry lifted his head. "Wait, Bella, is that why you had the girls making all those collages?"
Bellatrix only giggled as their daughters shuffled up to them, bunched up, arms linked and puppy-dog eyes activated.
"Pleaseeee can we go now?!" They begged.
"Fine, but remember, misbehave and it'll be coal in your stockings!" Narcissa warned.
…
Molly chose to stay behind due to her pregnancy. They forced Bella to stay behind for the same reason. Regina did not see the point in braving the bitter Scottish cold for quaint stalls selling dodgy amulets, and Pandora was not going to be allowed anywhere near such an event.
Everyone else, though, bundled up in several layers of winter coats, scarfs, beanies and earmuffs as they arrived by portkey on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
"You know, Amy." Harry leaned into Amelia as he held up the old sock they'd used as a portkey, "this is an illegal portkey." He wriggled his eyebrows.
Amelia's mouth formed a thin line, "not thrilling enough,"
"No?"
She shook her head, "No. Besides, you made the portkey, not me."
Harry shrugged as he vanished the sock, "back to the drawing board then."
"No running!" Andromeda warned the girls, who'd been ready to sprint into town. The marauders held them back, keeping firm grips on their shoulders as they walked down the path.
"So you guys have all been to this market?" Lily asked the marauders as she caught Ginny before she tried to slip out from under her.
"Oh yeah, everyone does it as a kid at least once. I mean, I came last year too, to be fair." Jamie said, "There's this lady that makes the best roasted chestnuts."
"There's usually a vendor with some very interesting secondhand books as well." Remi said.
"Booooring! I want fire candy!" Darcia proclaimed at the top of her lungs.
"You had a stomach ache for days after last time." Andi reminded her, though the girls would not allow her words to dampen their euphoria.
Remi's nose twitched, "smells like smoke."
"Someone's making a roast maybe." Harry said as the scent struck him as well.
"Must be a big roast." Serena pointed up at a faint haze of smoke that must have very recently dissipated.
Narcissa quickly waved her wand over her face, ending up with three layers of cloth over her nose and mouth with a fencing mask overlaid on top. "Five minutes, husband, five minutes before you must return me home."
The haze was soon paired with loud murmurs. Not panicked, precisely, but definitely very disgruntled.
Harry grimaced, heart sinking further the closer they drew. The worst came to pass as he saw his daughter's faces fall all at once, confused, almost betrayed looks replacing their smiles.
"W-wha…" Nymphadora's lip wobbled as she extended a shaky finger, "w-what happened to the candy lady?!"
The Hogsmeade Christmas market looked like a warzone. Broken down stands and vendor carts amongst ash and rubble. It had all the tell-tale signs of a Death Eater attack, except everyone seemed to be fine. They were bruised up and very agitated, but no one seemed terrified for their lives.
Delphi sniffled loudly, trying to fight back tears, "daddy! Why are the mooncalfs all sleeping like that?"
"Have you girls heard of the shrieking shack? Most haunted place in all of Hogsmeade!" Remi said as the others followed her lead, forcefully turning the girls to face away from the carnage.
Narcissa crossed her arms and took several steps back. Amelia sighed, "well, I suppose an auror is never truly off duty."
"We'll check it out with you, Amy." Harry said as he gave Andi a nod.
"I see now why you enjoy your job so much, Amelia. This feels like a murder mystery." Andromeda said as the trio walked through the destroyed market. Her eyes were darting from place to place, trying to piece together a story from little bits of evidence.
"Its never that exciting. Or complicated." Amelia said as they came up to where a large group of people were yelling and gesturing aggressively at one half-giant of a man with a soot-covered beard.
"Hagrid? Oh no." Harry groaned.
"What's going on here?" Amelia asked.
"This bloody oaf brought some ruddy hell-crabs to the petting zoo!" barked a rotund man, the left side of his moustache singed off, "and he destroyed all my merchandise!" He gestured towards scorched cases leaking artisanal butterbeer.
"I was just tryna show off my blast-ended skrewts!" Hagrid pleaded his case.
"Look what they did to the pigmy puffs! My kids' going to have nightmares for days!"
Before Amelia could entangle herself into things further, there were several pops of apparition as the aurors finally showed up to the scene.
Five minutes later, they were walking back up the hill to where the marauders were trying and failing to keep the girls from sobbing.
"D-daddy! W-what happened to the cute little pigmy puffs?" Darcia wailed.
"It is actually quite fascina-" Harry stopped Andi before she traumatized the girls any further.
"They're napping, girls. Everyone at the market is just so tired that they're taking a break." He said weakly.
"Tch." Narcissa scoffed from behind her fencing mask, "taking a break. I am seconds away from collapsing, I've inhaled so much miasma, I have surely developed some form of aggressive disease. I hope you're happy, husband!"
Narcissa's attitude didn't help brighten the mood one bit, and what should have been a wholesome family outing seemed to be set for disaster.
In came Lily.
"You know, there's a Christmas market near where I grew up, it's a lot of fun!"
Every head turned to her, and Harry's daughters in particular were giving her wide-eyed, slightly suspicious looks.
Ginny sniffled, pulling a small string of snot back into her nose, "but you grew up with muggles. I thought muggles hated Christmas."
"Huh?"
"Mama Cissa said muggles crucified Santa because they hated him so much, then he came back from the dead." Sophia said.
Harry couldn't prove it, but he was sure Narcissa was smirking underneath her mask, "merely a different perspective."
Lily's eyes narrowed, "well, girls, muggles actually love Santa. Why don't we all go and check out a muggle Christmas market?"
"Will there be a petting zoo?" Nymphadora asked.
"I'm sure there will." Harry said, "now lets go, everyone."
…
Severina was probably high on potion fumes. It'd happened before, with her tendency to have several cauldrons running in an enclosed space with no ventilation.
Her raccoon eyes were also worse than ever. It's what happens when you spend a week locked up in your room, chaining together pepper-up potions and netting about three hours of sleep per day. The past few hours in particular were filled with blank spots.
It was all worth it, though. Because right in front of her was a stoppered vial that contained a wine coloured liquid. Her greatest achievement.
One drink, and she would morph into a ten out of ten vampire goddess. She would finally be able to snatch Lily for herself.
She could uncork the bottle right now, and take a gulp.
But…
Something so momentous shouldn't take place in her mother's boyfriend's spare bedroom. It was unbefitting. Sacrilegious, even.
No, her transformation should be witnessed. By Lily, of course. And Potter. And Black and Lupin and maybe the whole school who would realize how they'd wronged her and stand up and applaud while she made Lily swoon and then they'd share a mind-bending kiss in the middle of the great hall. And then her stomach would rumble and…
This time, her stomach protested loud enough to snap her out of her daydream. She doubled over, groaning as she was struck by heavy cramps.
Living off nutrient potions and only nutrient potions for an entire week ended up being very, very bad for your digestive tract. And probably the rest of your body, too.
Much to her chagrin, Severina was forced to leave the solitude of her room and venture out in search of solid food.
She kept as silent as possible, hoping that they'd left, or were at least in their room, and she'd be able to quickly raid the fridge.
That plan died as she stepped into the kitchen and saw Paul by the counter, spraying some sort of mist into his mouth.
"What are you doing?" She hissed, unable to help herself.
"Oh, hey there stranger," he said in a raspy voice. He swallowed, gulped, and then spoke in a normal tone, "you mother makes this wonderful potion for my blood pressure. It works fantastic, but it's not the most agreeable going down. So I use this to make it more manageable." He tapped the atomizer.
She stared at him as if he were insane. Back in the hall, the toilet flushed and her mother stepped out of the bathroom, zipping up her winter coat.
"Wait, where are you going?" Severina asked, noticing that Paul was also dressed, and not for just going around the corner to the store.
"We're spending Christmas Eve at Paul's brother's." Eileen said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You're leaving for the night?!"
"We're gone til' boxing day." Paul said, "my brother's got a colour television! I can't wait to watch the evening news on that. We'll finally get to see what colour Richard Baker's suit is, honey!"
Eileen smiled at him before she caught Severina's gaze, deciphering her look in an instant. "I did invite you, Sev. You said no, profusely."
Severina scoffed, "like I would want to go."
"Maybe next year." Paul said.
"Well, there's food in the fridge." Eileen said, "we should go, dear."
Paul nodded, though he gave Severina a long look before reaching into his pocket, "and here's a tenner in case you want to go out and get yourself something."
Severina stared at the note, and once he realized she wasn't going to reach out and take it, Paul simply placed it on the table next to the atomizer.
She waited for them to leave before opening the fridge, finding out that the 'food in the fridge' was sandwich meat. Which, yes, it was sort of like raw meat and adjacent to what a vampire would eat, but not what her stomach wanted right now.
She glanced at the ten pound note. Then she stared at it.
She could go for a walk, walk by Lily's house and go to one of those stands they visited as kids. Back when everything was marvelous, when everything was heavenly.
It took very little convincing for her to grab a few things and make her way out into the world.
She walked down the icy, narrow streets of Spinner's End. It took her a few steps, but she just about managed to get her walk just how she liked it, with her robe fluttering along to make it look like she was drifting in the air instead of walking. If you looked at it from the right angle, and squinted a little.
She turned the corner, leaving the slums and bursting into respectable society like a bat out of hell.
Instantly, everything became much nicer. Buildings were worn but well-maintained, windows were no longer broken, and Christmast decorations abounded as people milled around. Children cradled toys while being led by their mothers, men walked into pubs for a Christmas Eve pick-me-up, and there was an overall atmosphere of merriment all throughout.
She got some looks, she always did. A gaggle of muggles her age gave her odd looks and then chortled as she passed by.
Fuck them. They were beneath her. In the future, they would look at her with awe. And fear. Awe and fear. Or maybe fear first. But not a disgusted fear, an awestruck fear.
Severina was used to disdainful looks. She didn't care. They were all idiots. When she achieved her final form, they would all wallow in despair.
Especially Potter.
Just the thought of that bitch made her blood boil, nails digging into her palm as her arms shook. She snarled, and a couple passing by jumped away, looking at her as if she were crazy.
The thing she hated the most about Potter, the thing that made her her worst enemy, was that she wasn't a mindless drone. She was a charismatic idiot who'd been unjustly gifted with natural dominance and beauty, a tomboy that managed to both be pretty and handsome. All of that, poured into the most obnoxious, brash, attention-seeking mold possible.
She'd thought that Lily - her pure, angelic Lily - was immune to such idiocy. But Lily was still a submissive tradwitch through and through, and even with her intellect, it was in her nature to be subsumed by a dominant will.
"...look at this one! Holy hell is it sexy!"
"Merlin! That does look good, Paddy. How much do you think a thousand muggle moneys is in galleons?"
Fuck!
She'd gotten so riled up, she was hearing Potter and Black's blabbering as if they were actually physically there.
"We could just lift it, couldn't we? Between cousin Cissa and Andi, one of them will shrink it for us."
Wait…
Her neck almost cracked as she whipped her head to the side. She couldn't believe her eyes.
Right there, on the other side of the fence, Potter and Black were admiring a motorcycle.
What the hell were they doing at the flea market?
…
Jamie felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her head snapped upward, and she swore she caught some movement on the other side of the fence.
But the sidewalk was bare, and there was really nowhere for someone to run and hide in under a second.
Unless…
"Are you two going to make love to that thing or what?" Lily asked as she approached them.
Serena grinned, running her hand suggestively over the side of the bike, "imagine master in the driver's seat and me on the handlebars. Oooooh! And we're going super fast and he can't see with my pussy on his face."
Jamie grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, "lets go before you start fucking yourself with the back thingy."
"Muffler!"
The trio walked through the market. Lily had been anxious when they'd arrived, realizing that the magical place she remembered from when she was five was actually a run down flea market with Christmas decorations.
To her utter shock, though, everyone had taken to it very well.
"Watch its mouth, Ginny. You will be paralyzed within seconds if it bites you." Narcissa warned as she leaned over the waist high wooden pen.
"Really?" A wide-eyed Ginny asked as she ran her hand over the mane of a bored looking donkey.
"Of course. Its filthy mouth is filled with millions of bacteria, it will then eat you alive while you can only look on in horror."
"Ooooh…" Ginny quickly adjusted her stance, ready to jump back any moment if the donkey decided to abandon its pile of hay to devour her instead.
"And you two!" She called out to Darcia and Delphi, "if you let those rabbits catch you they'll turn you into eggs. And I'm not about to change you back!"
The girls squealed as they jumped out of the way of a bunny, its ears mere centimeters away from brushing their legs.
"How do you come up with that stuff, Narcissa?" Lily whispered by her side.
"Hm? Come up with what?" Narcissa turned back, "These muggle beasts are so dangerous, it's a miracle the lot haven't gone extinct."
"Having fun, guys?" Harry called, weighed down with several cardboard boxes as Andi, Amelia and Remi skipped happily along.
"What did you guys get?" Lily asked.
"We've got a whole box of books!" Remi raved as she dug into one of the boxes and held up two chipped, water-damaged paperbacks, "they're just selling all these romance novels for knuts!"
"Ooh! Let me see!" Lily shuffled up to a stationary Harry, who served as a bookshelf as Lily rifled through the gigantic pile of books.
"Romance novels?" Jamie rolled her eyes, while at the same time reaching a hand in and pulling out one with a faded werewolf on the cover, "you think there's wolf sex in this one?" She flipped through the bent pages.
"I could never get off with just words." Serena said, eying the book frenzy with slight disdain.
"That's why I bought these." Remi held out a magazine with a naked woman laid out on the hood of a car. Serena's eyes lit up as she snatched the print and opened it up, eyes gluing themselves to the two-page spread inside. "Moony, you are the best girlfriend ever!"
"We also managed to get these for a bargain." Andi said, "that lady didn't realize what she had."
Jamie, Serena and Narcissa leaned in, brows furrowing as they did.
"What is this?" Narcissa asked.
"Railway maps, conductor's manuals, technical diagrams!" She held out a yellowed page covered in a spiderweb of thin, almost impossible to parse out lines.
Narcissa clicked her tongue, "Fascinating. And you?" She looked at Amelia.
"There are some murder mysteries in that pile." Amelia said, "and I purchased this as well." She pulled out something long and thin.
Narcissa quirked an eyebrow, "that's a sword."
"It's a katana." Amelia said defensively. "The man said they fold it a thousand times."
"Fascinating."
Suddenly, a voice boomed throughout the lot. "Alright everyone, it's time for the raffle!"
"Raffle? There was a raffle?" Remi asked.
"Let's go check it out. Come on girls, leave the little piggies alone." Harry called to his daughters, who dutifully ran out of the pen and bunched up around them.
There was a crowd gathering up by a central stage, where a short, stocky lady in a cloche hat held court. Beside her, a tall, weedy man stood by a lottery spinner filled with yellow balls.
"Settle down. Let's settle down! We're not in Spinner's End now, are we?" She laughed at her own joke before continuing, "much better! Lets have a nice orderly raffle with minimal ruckus, please!"
"Oh god." Lily groaned, turning her face away as she moved to hide behind Harry.
"What?" Harry asked.
"That's Mrs. Goodwin, she was my grade school principal."
"I doubt she remembers you." Amelia said.
"Mum told her I went to Oxford. She sees me, I guarantee she'll have me up on that stage."
"Speaking of your mum, what are the chances we run into her here?" Jamie asked, throwing furtive glances all around.
"You mean the concubine?" Amelia asked.
"Please." Narcissa said, "the indiscretion."
"Will you two stop?" Harry warned. "That doesn't even make sense!"
"Mum and Tuney are with my grandparents up in Newcastle." A flush-faced Lily said, "I doubt anyone else here will recognize me."
"Would you like a glamour charm?" Andromeda asked, "Green hair, perhaps?"
"No thanks."
"Oooh! Ooooh! I'll take green hair mommy Andi!"
Andromeda smiled, tapping the top of Delphi's head as her inky black hair turned forest green flowing down over her hair.
"Our first item up is a brand new electric tea kettle! Rupert, if you would spin the whee- not that fast!"
The cage rattled along at a moderate pace before finally stopping. Mrs. Goodwin reached inside and pulled out a little ball.
"Thirteen!" She held the ball out and one person in the crowd cheered. The man ran up to the stage, looking quite relieved as he took the package from the table, "almost got to Christmas with nothin' for the old lady!"
The raffle continued, with random small items being given out, and the family was content with just spectating, until the final item was put up on the stage.
"And finally," Mrs. Goodwin had a sour look on her face, "we have an unsightly, dangerous death trap that is a blight on our community."
Two men hauled a motorcycle up on the stage, the same motorcycle that Jamie and Serena had been gawking at earlier. It was sleek, chrome, and aerodynamic. It looked fast, it looked aggressive, and it looked sexy.
"I will not fault the winner for turning this monstrosity in and donating the proceeds to the Cokeworth Book Club, or other such worthy organizations."
"Holy shit!! I need that thing!" Serena was practically foaming at the mouth, oblivious to the stern looks she received for her cursing.
Not that the children had heard it, they too were ensnared by the lure of the shiny chrome. "Daddy! Can we get that one?!" Ginny pointed up at it.
"We don't have a ticket, dear." Andromeda pointed out.
Harry looked at Amelia, who raised an eyebrow. He leaned in and whispered into her ear, and as he spoke she seemed to shiver with excitement.
"B-But what if I can't?" She asked breathlessly.
Harry slid up behind her, pulling her back just enough so that there was a sizable gap between them and the girls. "I believe in you, Amy. Go ahead, do it."
She gasped as she felt a hand slip underneath her pants, some form of magic at play for him to seamlessly bypass several layers without removing a single item of clothing.
His ice cold fingers touched the cleft of her cunt, and Amelia trembled.
Her stifled moan was still audible enough for the other to give them looks. Narcissa shook her head as she moved directly in front of them, shielding the girls from the depravity as Lily and Remi moved in close from either side.
Harry hooked his finger in between Amelia's lips, its icy chill serving to melt her away quickly as his digit burrowed into her cunt, ruthlessly stealing her warmth as it wriggled around inside of her.
Amelia shuddered, she breathed heavily, she cupped Harry''s other hand as he squeezed her painfully tender breast over her coat, but she was diligent and composed, and she did her best to make sure that her children, nor any of the dozens of strangers several feet away, were made aware of what was happening.
With steely resolve, she managed to fish out her wand with a steady enough hand. Another finger began to tease her clit while the one in her cunt made her knees buckle and her walls clench. Undeterred, Amelia worked to make her Christmas wish come true.
"Give it a spin now."
The cage rattled, and it sounded louder than last time, with some sparks coming off the mesh wiring as it rocked imperceptibly from side to side.
Amelia was grinding against Harry's crotch as her eyes narrowed in focus, keeping herself on track, continuing to weave her spell even as familiar sparks ran up her body.
"That's enough!"
The man had stopped long ago, but the cage was spinning even faster. People looked on in wonder. Harry leaned into Amelia's ear again, sucking her lobe into his mouth as he whispered, "ease up, Amy."
She clamped down on his fingers as he brought her to completion, her wand movement easing up as the cage finally began to slow.
The man looked apprehensive as he approached, perhaps fearing static electricity as he popped the cage open.
He reached inside, and his hand seemed to slip around as he felt over the balls, clumsy fingers finding it impossible to close over any single one, until finally…
"Ahch!" He snagged his arm back, holding the ball up in the air for all to see.
"Fi… minus five?" Mrs. Goodwin frowned, hand on her hip, "well, surely someone must be having a laugh."
"Minus five!" Serena waved around the ticket that had just materialized in her hand, "minus five! That's mine!"
Fifteen minutes later, after finally convincing Mrs. Goodwin that there was nothing strange going on, Serena was giddily rolling the motorcycle alongside her as the girls ran circles around her.
"Hey! Don't mess anything up!" She snapped as Sophia and Nymphadora poked at the tail pipe.
"Lily, this was really a wonderful time, great idea." Harry praised his blushing daughter.
"Well, I believe we've slummed it quite enough. Shall you return me home, husband?" Narcissa said as she wrapped her coat tighter around herself.
"Sure, it's probably close to supper anyways… hey, where's Ginny?" Harry asked, noticing that one of his daughters wasn't circling Serena like a buzzard.
Before any of them could panic, a small flash of red hair came running towards them. "Daddy! Daddy! Look what I found!"
Ginny had her arms wrapped tightly around a wriggling lump inside her coat.
"Ginny, you cannot run off to snatch a feral rat!" Amelia scolded.
"It's not a rat! Look!"
She opened her coat and a black, leathery blur burst from within. She snatched at it, but her fingers curled around air as it escapes her grasp.
The poor little bat flapped desperately in a dizzy loop, trying and failing to escape while clearly disoriented.
"Poor little thing!" Lily surged forward, catching the bat in her arms before it spiraled onto the hard, icy ground.
"What is a bat doing out here in the middle of winter?" Remi questioned.
Everyone leaned in to get a good look at the furry little critter. It had deep black fur and a fox-like face with big, dark eyes that were currently staring up at Lily as if she were an angel.
"It must be on the hunt for blood." Narcissa said, a hand already guarding her pale neck just in case.
"That is not a vampire bat." Andromeda pointed out.
"What kind of bat is it then?" Amelia asked.
Andi shrugged, "I am not an expert on bats. I would have to look it up."
"He's one ugly little bastard." Serena said as she hovered over it, only to pull back as the bat snarled and snapped at her.
"Don't be mean, Serena!" Lily warned.
"I think it's actually cute," Jamie said, "in an ugly sort of way."
The bat seemed ready to pounce on Jamie, but Lily wrapped it up in her coat as she looked to Harry. "Can we bring it home, daddy? At least for the night."
Harry smiled, "what's Christmas if not the time for good deeds? Though, we really should find out what type of bat it is, see what it needs to eat."
"Whatever, you guys can do all that, I'll be on my cool ass motorcycle." Serena hopped on the seat, only for the bike to wobble dangerously from side to side.
Amelia's hands flew to the back, keeping it stable as she glared at Serena, who looked sheepishly back, "I'll get the hang of it!"
"Lets go home, everyone. It's time to cozy up."