CHAPTER TWO:
THE BLACK MANOR library was huge, filled with shelves upon shelves of books that hadn't been touched in years. An old Victorian style library with painted white wall, with an intricate pattern of vines intertwining around one another., four floors of books that were shelved in varying degrees of ancient magic. A long fifteen foot long oak wood table sat in the middle of the room. Huge windows lined one side of the room, letting in an abundance of light which was cast onto the dark mahogany furniture that filled the room and gave anyone in the library a brilliant view out towards the colourful grounds.
Harry stared out the window as he tried to make sense out of what he had just read; his chin resting upon his hand as he pondered different possibilities. He was trying to understand why his magic felt the way it did, and how sex was closely linked. But all of the texts seemed to written by quite reserved members of the Black family as they completely abstain from mentioning any emotion, sexual or otherwise.
Harry had been so deep in thought that he didn't even know that someone else was in the library with him until he heard someone softly clear their throat. He looked over to see Sirius stepping into the room.
'How're you getting on?' he asked as he pulled out a chair next to Harry.
He knew that his godfather wasn't asking about the book.
He was asking how he was getting on in this world. Neither of them were born here. But they did now live here.
Harry sighed.
'If I'm honest, I'm still trying to wrap my head around things here. There are so many rules, and the ancient magic laws!' Harry exclaimed. 'Faerie Law, the Maiden Law, I've even seen mention of a Morgana's Law, whatever that is.'
Sirius chuckled.
He raised his hands in surrender when Harry glared at him.
'Sorry, wasn't laughing at you. Just feels nice to finally laugh about the situation. I was where you are only a few years ago.' he said. 'trying to wrap my head around how this whole world works. Had to learn quick. Being Lord Black, if I didn't read up then I'd be chewed out of this world fast. The Sirius Black was well socialised. He had all kinds of connections, and was positioned as the Assistant Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Considering I entered this world as a fugitive in ours... that was a massive step up.'
'When you first arrived here, did you experience anything.... strange with your magic?' Harry risked.
Sirius pondered for a moment then nodded.
'I did, actually. For the first few weeks, my magic kept surging out. I struggled to keep it contained at first. In the most awkward situations I kept finding myself--' he stopped himself. Looked at Harry and gave a bigger smile. 'Well fuck me, no wonder you were able to take down some death eaters. How horny have you been Harry?'
Without skipping a beat, Harry replied, 'painfully.'
Sirius started howling.
'Yeah, I visited a brothel in Diagon Alley three times a week just to think straight.'
'Why is that?' Harry asked.
Sirius thought for a second.
'You still have no idea how you got here?'
Harry shook his head.
'Well, I'm going to throw an assumption out there, that you got to this world the same way I did. You slipped through the Veil. Not sure on the circumstance, or the how it all works. But I'm guessing that passing through the Veil had somehow got you into this world. You're still you, but you're a little more charged with magic than the usual witch or wizard is here in this world. So your magic is trying to force your body to accommodate for its massive power. The Faerie law has clearly started to help you, but…' Sirius thought for a second before continuing. 'The Harry of this world was a pretty scrawny kid with a slightly above average aptitude in magic. You come into this world, your bodies fuse together, all of a sudden the same scrawny body now has to accommodate for a massive amount of magic that it didn't have before. Will probably make you feel like your burning up.'
Harry nodded.
'That is exactly how it feels.'
'Just means you've got to spend that excess magic Harry.' Sirius winked at Harry.
'You mean--?'
He chuckled.
'Yeah, that's exactly what I mean. You know what you're doing or do we need to visit the brothel at Knockturn alley for a little help?'
'I've... uh... managed to get some help recently.'
Sirius quirked an eyebrow at Harry but didn't show any sign of judgement. But Harry could see the cogs working behind his eyes.
'Well, in this world, one of the ways that a wizard can expend any extra magic, is through ejaculation. I'm not sure how it works, it just does. A witches body is capable of ingesting the magic, and actually absorbing it. Whether it be in a waiting womb or in their stomachs. This makes the witch stronger and it helps the burning in your core go down, it's a very rough mansplaining of what the Morgana's Law is. So its a win-win situation for both parties.'
Harry nodded.
'Right, glad that's kind of sorted out. None of these books give any advice on how magic works… like that.'
Sirius threw back his head and roared with laughter.
'HA!' he cried. 'No Black would dare write the word sex on a parchment, lest they run the risk of a daughter deciding to become stronger than her brothers or father and sleeping around with powerful wizards. Bad for the family purity business.'
Harry shook his head.
'That's just weird.'
Sirius shrugged, 'that's just how this world works Harry.'
The two fell into a conversation about what Sirius had done after the quidditch game last week, and the two shared their concerns on how although some things were different, it still felt exactly as it did before.
'I need to be better prepared this time.'
'Harry,' Sirius's voice was thick with sympathy. 'You're not the Boy-Who-Lived. You don't have to fight this worlds battles. You've been given a clean slate. Your magically more powerful. You could legally get emancipated now due to the Faerie Law and become Lord Potter. You can bed many beautiful women... or, should I say, more beautiful women. You're the heir to house Potter and your still my chosen heir. You have years of knowledge over your classmates, so you could get brilliant grades and choose any career, any life that you want. You've even got your mother back. You can choose to just spend your time with her if you wish. Just... don't waste what you've got Harry.'
Harry stood up, he didn't know why. But he just felt so angry. His magic was heating up again.
'What else can I do? Yes. I'm not the Boy-Who-Lived anymore. Why should that fucking matter? I know things about the future that will save hundreds, if not thousands of lives! Yes, I have lots of school knowledge, so why should I waste my time going back to Hogwarts? I love that castle more than anywhere in the world, but the best thing for me and for this world is if I don't step foot there yet. I'm better off honing my skills, becoming a more capable fighter. Learning spells that Riddle couldn't possibly know, so that I actually stand a chance against him.'
Harry's heavy breathing filled the empty space. Sirius stood up, the chair creaking underneath him as he stepped to Harry and pulled the green eyed boy into an embrace.
Harry could feel his body shake as he tried to calm down.
'If that's what you think you need to do. Then I'll try and help you arrange this,' he whispered.
'What?' Harry asked, dumbfounded.
'If you wish to go off and train. Then I will be happy to facilitate this for you Harry. But before we do that, we're going to need to see where you're at. '
'What do you mean?'
Sirius pulled away from the hug.
'You want to be a warrior, we're going to need to see how strong of a warrior you are.'
Sirius then closed the book Harry had been reading and walked off, waving his hand indicating for Harry to follow.
Sirius took Harry to a large duelling room. Wooden floors, black brick walls, a long stretched mirror on each wall, and above them was a black sky with twinkling stars. Once Harry and Sirius stepped into the room, the stars shifted and formed different constellations.
'That's pretty cool,' Harry said, looking up in awe.
Sirius looked up too.
'I must agree. It is something. Its charmed to show who's in the room. That constellation there is canis major, the dog. Which would be me. And I guess that one there would be you.'
Sirius pointed to a constellation that looked like a kite with two legs coming from the tail.
'What constellation is that?' Harry asked.
Sirius eyed it, 'Not sure. Been awhile since I've brushed up on my astrology.' He shook his head and whipped out his wand. 'Anyway. Let's get down to business, shall we?'
'What? You want to duel?'
'Said it yourself. Your memory is a little foggy still. We need to access how much you know already.' Sirius, with a playful grin, raising his wand. 'Ready, Harry?'
Harry nodded, assuming the position, his emerald eyes focused. 'Ready, Sirius.'
With a flick of his wand, Sirius sent a streak of red light towards Harry, who deftly blocked it with a shield charm. The impact sent a shockwave through the room, causing the candelabras to sway and mirrors to shake.
Harry retaliated with a stunning spell, but Sirius gracefully sidestepped it. The spell hit a nearby suit of armour, causing it to burst into sparks and dance around the room. The armour clanked and clattered as if it had come to life.
Sirius chuckled and sent a freezing charm toward Harry, who countered by summoning a gust of warm, swirling air. The two forces clashed, creating a mesmerizing display of frost and steam that filled the room, obscuring their view.
Emerging from the mist, Sirius summoned a swarm of shimmering fireflies with a Lumos Maxima spell, casting an ethereal glow on their surroundings. Harry responded by transfiguring a tapestry into a colossal, writhing snake. The serpent slithered menacingly toward Sirius, who parried it with a conjured wall of water.
As the duel escalated, they moved through the manor's corridors, leaving traces of their magic in their wake. Paintings came to life to offer commentary on the duel, and ancestral portraits cheered or jeered their efforts.
Sirius attempted a disarming charm, but Harry swiftly countered with a protego totalum, encasing himself in a protective bubble that expanded to encompass them both. It was a standoff, each wizard trying to outwit the other.
Sirius smirked, Harry was providing a much better challenge than he anticipated. He reached down into his chest where he felt his magic cool and steady. It took him awhile to get control over his magic. He reached inside, where he pictured there to be an electric blue rune shifting in the centre of a pool of black water. He grabbed it and forced the power that emanated from it to fill his veins.
He felt his body almost convulse in pleasure as wild magic raced through his body. Harry was transfiguring the floor into a makeshift shield, conjuring tables and then breaking them apart to fortify his wall. Harry looked over at Sirius and felt his core in his chest heat up, almost as though it was threatened by the purple aura coming from Sirius.
'W-what kind of magic—?'
Sirius smirked.
'I told you. When I came here, my magic was volatile. But it had its perks.' Sirius reached his arm up, and grabbed at something invisible in the air. Eventually he grabbed hold of something, the veins in his arms bulged, his violet eyes glowed as he yanked his arm down as a loud clap of thunder filled the duelling chamber. Harry barely had time to leap out of the way as a jet black bolt of lightning with a white outline came crashing to the spot where Harry just was, sending his wooden shield into cinders.
'Fuck!' Harry exclaimed.
His heart was vibrating in his chest, his magic was thrumming, boiling and sending liquid lava through his veins. He eyed Sirius who's arms were covered in sparks of electricity that ran up and down.
'I told you Harry, magic works differently here. You have to be prepared for anything.'
Sirius began slinging his arms back and forward, shooting daggers of electricity at Harry.
He initially threw up a protego charm, but the bolts slipped through the shield, almost slicing into Harry. He rolled out of the way and fired an accio at Sirius' body, but as the spell took hold of Sirius, the lightning bolts pulsed outwards, disabling the spell. Sirius then reached up again, and sent a bolt of lighting crashing down to Harry. He was barely able to get out of that one.
Harry was panicking. He'd never seen anyone use such magic before.
He could see steam coming off of his body, he was overheating so much that sweat was quickly evaporating away. He summoned his magic, imagined his pool of water, and thrusted his hands into it. Something cried in his ears as he looked up to Sirius, pulled his arms back and slammed his hands together.
The clap caused all magic apart from the electricity surrounding to Sirius to cease.
Lord Black stiffened slightly, but smirked.
'Has the real Harry come to play?' he asked.
Harry couldn't move. So much magical power was racing through his body that it was taking all he had to not lose control. He was a sitting target, but he felt powerful.
But he noticed that Sirius had only moved his legs once.
Sirius threw a couple of electric bolts at Harry, who couldn't move. He was struck in the shoulder and rib. This caused his magic to heat up even more. And his frustration to mount. He felt his magic spark from his finger tips. His eyes began to burn.
He wants to see if I've got what it takes that much?! Then take this! Harry mentally screamed as balls of flames erupted in his hands. He began chucking the flames at Sirius.
The Lord Black couldn't move, and so his clothes began to quickly melt onto his body.
'Harry!' Sirius shouted through gritted teeth.
He looked over at his godson. The boy's body was covered in a golden aura, balls of flames continued to burst from his palms, his eyes were glowing green, and Sirius' magic felt very threatened. He could almost picture a black dog baring its fangs with its tail between its legs as it looked up at some kind of winged beast glaring down at him.
Sirius reached up with his right hand till his fingers found the hard invisible horizontal line that he could find with his magic. He gripped it hard and yanked it down, focusing on just behind where Harry was standing.
Harry's eyed widened, he swished his arms until his palms were together and he screamed as a torrent of swirling flames rushed towards him. He yanked his arm down, a black lightning bolt crashing down behind Harry, sending his body flying.
Sirius' eyes widened as the red-and-gold flames rushed towards him. He quickly imagined himself letting go of the blue rune in his magic pool, and let his body fall limp. As the flames rushed past him, he could feel the ends of all of his hair become singed due to the intense heat.
The pair laid on the floor for some time, each catching their breath.
After awhile, Sirius tried pushing himself up into an upright position.
'You okay over there pup?'
'Y-yeah.' Harry replied.
'You sure?'
'That was just… more intense than I was expecting it to be.'
'You passed. You're ready.'
'For what?'
'To go out there and test yourself against this world. To learn spells and magic that Tommy-boy never learned. I've got an idea for your first adventure.'
'What's that?' Harry asked. He was stilling laying down flat on the floor.
'Your body. Seems you've got the spark of ancient magic in you too. But its useless to you in a battle if you can't move your body. I know somewhere where they might be able to help you with that. Not just when your using that kind of magic, but in general. Most wizards are lazy fucks. If your physically fit, you'll have one over on most wizards.'
Harry chuckled.
'Sounds like a plan to me.'
'I'm glad you think so, because we're going to have a hard time of it.'
'Why?'
'We're going to need to come up with a bloody good story to convince your mother.'
Harry gulped.
He forgot for a moment that he actually had parents in this world.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The red head slammed her fist against the kitchen table, a monopoly piece dropping to the floor. It was the night after Harry and Sirius spoke in the Black library. They'd spent most of the last three days coming up with their plan. They thought that by cornering Lily on Games Night, in front of Remus, Andy, Tonks, and Teddy that she would be less likely to resist things.
'No.' she said.
'But Lily, it's for the best!'
'He will be missing so much school!' she protested.
'But he will still be able to take his school tests if that's the problem.'
Andromeda decided to pipe in in support of one of her closest friends, 'You want Harry to go off on an old fashioned quest?'
Harry cleared his throat, 'I wouldn't put it quite like that.'
'Sirius says that after the events of the quidditch world cup that the DMLE want you to join their young auror programme so that you can train in combat and other useful skills so that you basically have a guarantee into the auror department?' Andy asked. Harry nodded. 'Sounds like a quest to me.'
'I'm not letting my baby, my only child leave my house so that he could willing run into danger!'
Sirius raised his hands at Lily.
'Lily, I'll be keeping track of his every move. He won't be going anywhere without me knowing about it. If he's in trouble and the leaders of the training are unable to help, I'll be able to dive straight in and help the situation.
'And what about Harry's studies?' Lily asked, her voice softening slightly.
'He'll still be able to study and take his exams. The program is set up to accommodate for that,' Sirius replied.
'But what about his friends? His life here?' Remus chimed in.
'Harry will still be able to keep in touch with his friends. And this experience will only enhance his life, make him a better wizard,' Sirius explained.
Lily sighed, rubbing her temples. 'I don't know...it just seems like a lot. And out of nowhere'
Harry took a deep breath, his magic pulsing inside him. He knew he needed to make a case for himself. 'Mum, I know this isn't what you want for me. But I'm not just your little boy anymore. I've been given a chance to do something incredible. To make a difference. And I can't just sit back and waste this opportunity. I need to do this. For myself.'
The red headed beauty wiped her eyes and sat down and held Harry's hand, a spark sizzling through their bodies from their fingers. Their eyes locked for a moment.
'C-can you either---both of you promise me that Harry will be back safe?'
'Lily I--'
'Can you promise me?' she asked Sirius, turning to face him.
He stared into her eyes and glanced back at Harry and sighed.
'Yeah, I can promise you that.'
'Me too,' Harry said, giving his mother a reassuring squeeze.
Not long after the games, the older witches and wizards pulled out a bottle of vibrant-rum (which meant that their skin would be glowing for the first hour of drinking) whilst Tonks and Harry went upstairs. There the two quickly stripped the other of their clothes and ravished the others body.
Harry's lust for Tonks burned, and he felt that he could almost see a thin golden thread tied around Tonks tummy and connecting to him, pulling her closer to him.
He was gentle, exploring her body with his hands and mouth, savouring her taste and soft curves. He slid into her easily, their wet bodies sliding against each other. Both of them grunted as their hips snapped against each other. The heated friction drove them wild, their bodies becoming slick with sweat.
They came together, each of them crying out their lovers name as a pulse of magic burst from Harry. Tonks' stomach bloated quickly as his white cum spilled out from her. Harry collapsed onto Tonks, his body shaking. They lay like that for a long time, neither saying a word.
Harry stopped and looked down at the gasping beauty. The two were wrapped in each others arms, their fingers entwined, their legs tangled together. The two were still nude and in bed, their sweaty bodies lying on the soft sheets, catching their breath. Their breathing had slowed, the afterglow washing over the pair.
'Do you have to go?' Tonks asked.
'I do.'
'Well... do you have to go long?' she asked again, she grabbed his wrist and snacked it around her neck and rested his palm on her left boob, which Harry felt get bigger under his grip. He felt his cock twinge. 'Because I'm kind of getting addicted to having sex with you. I don't know why, but I can't seem to physically stop smiling after you've painting my me white!' she half-joked.
'It shouldn't be too long. I'm not really sure how long the programme is for, but I know that I'll be missing you like crazy. The feeling of your body. Of being deep within you.'
She playfully smacked his chest.
'Oh, I'm sure you'll miss me. For like five minutes. Then some other chick's gonna get your attention and she's gonna want you because you're a fucking sex god, and you'll come back like Tonks-who?'
Harry started rubbing her breast with his thumb as she ran her fingers up and down his hand.
'Tonks, you mean the world to me. I'm not going to forget about you just because I can't see you.' he then thought to add, 'and besides, who says I want to fuck other girls?'
She scoffed and turned over so that they were face to face.
'Harry, you've got a massive monster cock. Not sure if you're aware but you literally bleed magic. Any witch in the right mind will drop their knickers and flirt with you. Just look at me, you cum in me and I almost look pregnant because of your magical cum. I don't know what's happened to you these last few days, but you've somehow got stronger. Like. Stronger. I was only half-joking when I said about you not being strong enough to invoke the Merlin's Law… I think you are strong enough Harry. Which basically means I better expect you to have more than one witch.'
There it was again. Merlin's Law.
'I know you've mentioned it… but what is that?'
'What?'
'Merlin's Law.'
'One o' those ancient laws,' when she saw Harry's blank face she sighed. 'There's lots of other shit around it, but the main principal is: the stronger the wizard, the larger his pool of magic to draw from is. The more witches he is bound to, the larger that pool becomes. But likewise, it means the more excess magic he has. So he needs witches to spill that magic into. That magic makes the witches stronger, and thus his pool of magic to draw from bigger. Its a cycle of ensuring that powerful wizards stay powerful and have a steady stream of power to draw from. You're pretty powerful and your still only young. You'll be fucking quite a few girls until you bind some witches to you.'
That was a lot to take in.
'Right, sorry, you need to spell this out for me.'
'Didn't your mum teach you this stuff?'
Harry shook his head.
'Great, okay, I'll be mummy.' Tonks' hair turned red, her breasts enlarged into two cushions, her hips and thighs filled out and her butt inflated. Her eyes shined green as freckles peppered her face. She didn't look quite like Lily. She looked younger. And her hair still looked like Tonks' signature messy look. If anything she looked like what Harry imagined his sister to look like.
Which, considering she was naked, and still had his cum leaking from her pussy, caused his cock to stir against her thigh.
Tonks' eyes widened as she felt it.
'Looks like a new kink has been unlocked,' she joked. 'Potter boy has a thing for milfs.'
Harry shook his head, 'I… you don't really look like as she is right now. You look more like my sister… if my sister took after mum and not dad.' He looked to her breasts. 'A lot like mum.'
She smiled deviously at him.
'Oh, so big bro's got a hard on for his little sis?' she said as she gripped his cock in her hand, she pumped a few times, encouraged by Harry's groan as he quickly hardened in her grip. She pumped, and pumped, seeing him grind the air, she moved so that she could engulf him. Harry was still pretty horny. He entangled his fingers through her dark, almost auburn hair, and began face fucking her. Tonks made a wonderful gleuk gleuk gleuk noise on his cock. She lightly grabbed his balls and began fondling. With a thrust he came in her mouth. But she only had a little mouth and he gave her no warning, so cum shot from her nostrils and spilled from the sides of her mouth. His cock popped out of her mouth and started spraying her face with his seed.
She pulled back once he was done and looked down at herself.
'Fucking hell,' she said as she started scooping up his cum. 'we just had sex, how can you cum this much?'
Harry shrugged.
'So Merlin's Law. Break it down for me.'
She slurped some cum of her finger, hummed as she swallowed it and continued collecting his seed as she explained.
'Okay, so a strong wizard who doesn't exercise his magical core often will tend to have an excess amount of magic. He needs to get rid of that or it could have terrible effects on his body. So he fucks a pretty witch--or wizard, except wizards can't really digest magic the same way witches can--and he cums inside her. A witches body is able to take that cum, and absorb the magic laced within it. Causing her to get stronger, and the wizard is back to normal health. The stronger the wizard, the more often they have to cum.'
'To ensure that they have a loyal and reliable witch to accept their excess magic, a wizard will invoke Merlin's Law, in which that witch is bound to that wizard. A wizard must do this with the witches consent, and must be done as he cums inside her. That wizard is then magically connected to that witch. Meaning that he can draw on her magic if he ever needs more magic than he currently has access too. This becomes his magic pool. Every time he fucks the witch, she gets stronger, and so the pool of magic he can draw from also gets bigger. So its a win-win. The stronger the wizard, the more witches that can be bound.'
'Right,' Harry said, 'that makes sense. Is it like a marriage?'
Tonks shook her head as she wiped some cum from her chin into her mouth.
'No, the wizard can still get married. So can the witch if she isn't taken on as a concubine. And the wife doesn't have to be bound either. Wizards and their need for politics.' Tonks remarked. 'But obviously, its an ancient law. Not many wizards can actually take advantage of the law. Mostly because they're all average in terms of their magical potential. Maybe Dumbledore, but no ones seen him with a girlfriend, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had hundreds of followers. Who's to say that none of them weren't bound?'
As she said it, the two physically cringed at the thought.
'Well, thanks for that mental image, and,' he looked her up and down again. He couldn't get over how sexy she looked as his sister. 'Thanks for telling me about the law.'
She nodded.
'No big,' she then turned her head and sighed. Her red hair flashed black, her eyes turned violet. Her boobs shrunk slightly, and the rest of her body returned to what Tonks referred to as her 'base form'. She cast a cleaning charm on herself and pulled her clothes on. 'mum and dad are saying their goodbyes to the others.'
Harry nodded and started getting dressed too.
They went downstairs, Harry said goodbye to all of their guests. Tonks gave him an extra tight hug before she left and whispered a 'good luck' and a kiss on his cheek before she left. When Sirius left, he gave Harry a hug and said 'Your mum's on board. Pack in the morning, I'll come grab you around mid-day.'
Harry squeezed his godfather before he left.
Then it was just the two of them.
Harry turned to see Lily staring at him, worrying her bottom lip.
'Is everything okay?' he asked.
She nodded, and gulped. Her cheeks were red.
'I-i'm just going to miss you... so--' she hiccup'd.
She's drunk. Harry realised.
'Let's get you to bed,' he said as he wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her up the stairs. With each step her boobs bounced. Lily must have caught Harry staring because she looked down at them and smiled.
'Mummy's boobs are quite big aren't they?'
Harry blushed.
'Um, uh, I don't--'
She shushed him.
'It's okay, I know you look. Nothing wrong with--*hic*--looking. I look all the time. It's fun. Its--*hic*--naughty.' hearing Lily say that word caused him to stir again. The familiar heat rising in his chest.
Are you fucking kidding me? I've had Tonks twice today and you still want more? he then remembered what Tonks said. If a wizard isn't exercising his core enough then he will have more excess magic. Even if Harry didn't learn any new spells. Using his magic will drastically help his situation.
'Yeah. your boobs do look fantastic. Best pair I've ever seen.' Harry said, thinking that she may not remember the conversation in the morning, and that he was leaving so there would be time apart to forgive any comments either of them make.
She blushed.
'You like them that much?' she asked as they got to the top of the stairs and stepped onto the landing.
'I love them. I didn't realise I was a boob guy until I had yours to admire everyday.' Not a word of what he said was a lie.
She smiled and pulled her white t-shirt up over her head, displaying her boobs clad in a sage green bra.
'This should help you oogle better Harry,' she said as they stepped into her bedroom. Harry tried to keep her stable, as she pulled her black jeans off. She bent down to unhook them from her feet, which mean that she was jutting her peachy bottom towards Harry. Who was already straining against his bottoms.
When Lily successfully took off her jeans she turned around before standing up and was eye-to-eye with Harry's bulge and she smiled. She tickled it with her fingertip and looked up at Harry with pleading eyes.
'I think it's rude that I am in my underwear and you are not.'
Not one to back down from a challenge, Harry quickly slipped his shirt and jeans off. Standing in just his boxers in front of his mum. Sensing a challenge, Lily stood up and reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, letting it slip from her arms and dropping to the floor. Her lovely breasts rested on her chest as she bared them for Harry's eyes to feast upon, who's eyes widened into saucers as he took in the beautiful mountains that were peaked with pink gumdrops.
Harry felt his mouth go dry as he gazed upon Lily's perfect figure. He had grown accustomed to seeing her scantily dressed before bed, but this was entirely different. He had never seen his mother naked before and it was both a little overwhelming and incredibly titillating at the same time.
Lily stepped closer to him and cupped his face in her hands biting her bottom lip. She moved closer, pressing their bodies together until it was difficult to tell where hers ended and his began. His heart raced as they shared a slow and passionate kiss; their hands gently exploring each other like untangling knots in a rope.
Eventually, Lily pulled back so their faces were only inches apart, their breathing heavy and uneven. She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye before taking one of his hands and guiding it down the curves of her body until he was cupping one of her breasts in his palm. She gasped as pleasure shot through her veins like lightning bolts zigzagging across the sky during a thunderstorm.
Harry could feel himself getting lost in the sensations coursing through him from Lily's soft skin against his hand; he rested his forehead against hers. He was so excited and confused about the situation, that he didn't know what was the right way to continue. And it seemed that Lily felt the same. She was breathing heavy at Harry's ministrations but was also happy to just feel his warmth.
'Lily,' Harry said. 'Shall we go to bed? You're drunk, and our emotions have been high tonight.'
She hummed her response. She wandlessly summoned one of her signature tank tops and pulled Harry to the bed. Once they were under the covers, their collective body temperatures were high. As they spooned in the bed, none of them made comment on the fact that Harry's hand had never left her boob, or the fact that Harry's hardened bulge was pushing against her plump rear.
The two last Potter's slept peacefully.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lily Potter wasn't trying to hide her sadness as Harry packed his bag--an old magical item that James had told Lily about when they were younger; the Potter family Bag of Holding. A grey bag with the lightest brown etching across it, forming a bowl that had stag horns crowning it. He stuffed travelling clothes, a black fur cloak, different potions, a sleeping equipment, parchment, spare ink, and other essentials. Once the bag was filled with things Lily knew Harry might need, she cleared her throat.
'Close your eyes darling,' she said.
He did and felt her raise his hand and place something cool in his hands. He opened his eyes to see a bronze chain pooling in his palm that connected to a small locket. He raised it up and clicked the button to see it open up to show a portrait of James and Lily holding baby Harry, and on the other face was a photo of Lily, Harry, Sirius, Tonks, Andromeda, Teddy, and Remus that had been taken just before Harry went off to Hogwarts.
He smiled at her.
'Thank you, I really appreciate it!'
The two embraced, neither willing to part from the other.
Then there was a knock at the door.
The two parted, tears welling in Lily's dazzling eyes.
'That'll probably be Sirius.'
The two walked downstairs and through the glass of the front door they could the familiar dark mane that always accompanied Lord Sirius Black, head of house Black and Assistant Head of the Deparment of Magical Law Enforcement.
Harry opened the door and smiled as he saw his godfather.
'Morning pup, we all packed?'
Sirius was wearing a simple black suit and tie, but Harry could see that he had a small yellow ribbon in his pocket. He eyed the black bag at Harry's side.
'Alright, good thing you have a bag of holding, saves you carrying so much!' Sirius said as he hugged his godson.
'I'll just grab the last few things,' said Harry. He turned to his mother, who was trying to hide the fact that she was weeping.
'I do love you mum, I'll write.'
'I love you too son. I'm going to miss you.'
Harry smiled at his mother and embraced her tightly, before turning and walking out the door.
He was saying goodbye to a mother he felt he had only just met, someone he felt he had the starting embers of a great fire with.
The two said their goodbyes to Lily and walked through the garden to Sirius' motorbike that was parked on the curb outside.
The air rushed past them as they sped along the roads, deafening them both from any conversation. Harry looked up to the trees that were now covering the sky, blocking out almost all of the light. As they drove through a wide forest, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding; something was waiting for them in the depths of these woods.
When Sirius finally pulled to a stop, it was at an abandoned building on the outskirts of the forest: Sirius clapped Harry's back.
'This wood is filled with some ancient tribes. If you want training that old No-Noes doesn't have, learning from these guys will be a great place to start.' he then worriedly looked to the woods. 'I've sent message ahead to let them know that you're on your way. You'll be looking for the Redwood pack. They're one of a few True Wolf packs left.'
'True Wolf?'
Sirius nodded, 'so they don't exist back in the Other Place, but they're essentially a tribe of wizards that connected deeply to nature. A few centuries ago, they faithfully followed a wolf god, who blessed the tribe, giving them a blessing. This blessing turned their spiritual wolf into a physical thing. Just like the regular werewolves they transform on a fullmoon. But they also have the power to transform during the rest of the month. On a full-moon, all of their werewolf powers are tripled, and they become blood thirsty. The tribes all fight with one another for territory during this time. You have a while to get yourself integrated and learn their ways before you may be thrown into a wolf-pack war.'
Harry nodded.
'Will I be learning to become a werewolf?'
Sirius shook his head.
'only if you get bitten or scratched, making you cursed. They'll teach you how to use your magic to reinforce your body, heighten your senses and strengthen your body. They'll help make you a physical warrior.' He then eyed the trees warily. 'If you need help with introductions, I'm still happy to come with you.'
Harry shook his head.
'I'll be fine, I feel like I've got some experience surviving in the wild.' He then pulled his wand from his pocket and Sirius clicked his fingers.
'Right!' he pulled a leather strap from the pocket of his coat, 'this is a wand holster. You strap it to your wrist, slide your wand in. It has a few runes crafted into it. Anytime you want to summon your wand, just flick your wrist and it'll pop out into your hand. As long as its within five feet of you, you can flick your wrist and your wand will still pop into your hand, even if it's not in the holster.'
It was a dark piece of leather with dark purple inscriptions covering the material. Dark metal fasteners to blend in with the material.
Harry smiled as he took the strap and immediately attached it to his right wrist, and slotted his wand into it. Sirius cleared his throat and tapped his wand to the holster, whispering something under his breath. Both it and Harry's wand vanished. As Harry turned his wrist to-and-fro, he could sometimes make out the outline of it, but the longer he looked, the more invisible it seemed.
'A prototype. Was inspired by your dads cloak. Thought if we could somehow get the Marauders Map to work, then I could put my mind to this as well. Just give it a tap with your wand, and say "mischief managed" and it'll turn invisible. Charm ends when you unclip the holster. Oh!' he clicked his fingers. 'It is only a prototype, so not sure if it works, but the clasp should only come off if you undo it. So someone else can't take it away from you. That way you will hopefully always be a flick of the wrist away from having your wand in your hand.'
'Thanks Padfoot,' Harry said. The nickname caused Sirius' to well slightly. He nodded and wished Harry good luck as the boy from another world stepped into the wood.
The dense Welsh forest loomed before Harry, its shadows casting an eerie calm over the moonlit landscape. He took a deep breath, inhaling the damp scent of earth and foliage, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he advanced further into the territory of the Redwoods pack, the howls of werewolves echoed through the night, sending shivers down his spine.
He'd been walking for a while, he practiced summoning his wand with a flick of his wrist, he end chucked it out in front of him and practiced summoning it into his hand. It tingled when it activated the summoning, which tickled Harry.
A lot of the walking was uphill, which Harry didn't really realise until he noticed that he wasn't out of breath or straining. He could feel all of his muscles tensing, but he could feel his magic trickling out from his chest and into his muscles.
He never really thought of what magic looked like in people, but he figured it was like a pool. He'd heard someone refer to magic as a pool, or a reserve pool of sorts. So he imagined in his chest was a lake, and right now the lake had tiny streams going down into his muscles to stop him from getting fatigue.
Magic is so cool. He thought.
'Harry Potter,' a gruff voice called out, causing Harry to halt in his tracks. A massive werewolf stood before him, his fur as black as midnight, eyes burning like embers. This was the Alpha, the leader of the Redwoods pack, and the one who would determine Harry's fate. The aura that was coming from this werewolf was too massive not to be.
'You have entered Redwood territory.'
His voice was harsh, like something trying to cut through thick metal.
Harry bowed slightly.
'I seek guidance to become stronger. Strong enough to defeat a foe that possess a threat to everyone.'
'Everyone seeks to be strong, Potter. Why do you seek us?'
Harry thought for a second.
'Because only a True Wolf understands the importance of learning the ancient ways. The right way.'
There was a pause.
'Prove your courage to us,' the Alpha growled, baring its razor-sharp teeth. 'You must fight one of my strongest warriors. If you win, I will consider your request. If you lose, then the younger ones will have a wizard to play with tonight.'
Harry felt a surge of panic in his chest, but he quickly pushed it aside, focusing on his mission. These Redwoods were straight to the point. The consequences of failure were dire; if he lost this fight, not only would he lose the support of the werewolves, but also risk his own life.
'Very well,' Harry replied, his voice steady despite the fear that crept through his veins. 'I accept your challenge.'
'Good,' the Alpha snarled, gesturing toward a muscular silver-grey werewolf that stepped forward out from the darkness of the trees, its snout wrinkling in a menacing sneer. 'Meet Gavric, one of our most skilled fighters.'
Harry sized up Gavric, noting the way his muscles rippled beneath his silver-grey fur. He could feel the power emanating from the werewolf, and he knew he had to be strategic in order to stand a chance against him.
As Gavric stretched and cracked his knuckles, Harry reached within himself, he imagined the lake and he tried desperately for it to get bigger, or fill him with its power. But the lake barely rippled.
'Fuck!' Harry cursed under his breath.
'Begin!' the Alpha roared, and Gavric lunged forward, claws extended and teeth bared. Harry rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the swipe of Gavric's powerful arm. He countered with a quick spell, sending a jet of red light streaking toward Gavric's leg.
'Stupefy!' Harry shouted, his heart pounding as the second spell struck Gavric in the shoulder, momentarily stunning him.
'Is that all you've got?' Gavric growled, shaking off the effects of the stunner before charging once more.
Harry dodged again, muttering an incantation under his breath to summon a gust of wind that sent Gavric skidding across the forest floor. He could sense the werewolf's frustration mounting, but he knew he had to keep his composure.
'Diffindo!' Harry yelled, slashing his wand through the air like a sword. The Severing Charm caught Gavric across the chest, leaving a deep gash in its wake. But the wolf just gritted its teeth, shook its body. The wound was gone.
He looked up at Harry and smirked.
'There's a reason True Wolves are higher on the food chain than wizards. We can do everything you can. And more.'
He then raised his arms to reveal that on the underside of his left bicep. There, a thin wand holster was held, with a wand secured inside. The tip was lit up slightly, a small ball of sky blue light that seemed to be going into Gavric's arm.
This must be what Sirius was talking about!
The two duelled for what felt like an hour. At least it did to Harry. He tried every spell in his repertoire, and eventually managed to tire the werewolf out. But not significantly damage him.
Harry just had more stamina.
'Enough!' the Alpha barked, stepping between the two combatants. 'You have proven your courage, Harry Potter.'
Harry stood, panting and sweat-drenched, his muscles aching from the over exertion. But as he looked into the eyes of the Alpha, he knew it had all been worth it. He had earned their respect. If he could learn the magic that Gavric used, he'd be one step closer in his quest to defeat Voldemort and protecting this magical world.
'Come,' the Alpha said, extending a hand to help Harry up. 'You have earned your place among us.'
'Thank you,' Harry replied, taking the offered hand and rising to his feet.
'Lord Black instructed us that you would try to join the pack. That you ask to learn our ways?'
Harry nodded.
'It isn't common for a pack to share its secrets.' Harry nodded to the alpha. 'If you are serious about this, Potter. Then you will need to accept a pack mark.'
'I'll do what it takes.'
'Then let's return to the camp,' the Alpha suggested. 'We have much to discuss.'
'Agreed,' Harry said, wiping the sweat from his brow as they began to walk through the dark woods.
'Are you alright?' the Alpha asked, genuine concern in his voice once they were away from the crowd.
'I'll be fine,' Harry replied, wincing slightly as pain seared through his side where Gavric had struck him. 'It's nothing I can't handle.'
'Your resilience is impressive,' the Alpha stated, nodding approvingly. 'I can see why Sirius spoke highly of you.'
'How do you two know each other? Did you know him?' Harry inquired.
'Only briefly,' the Alpha admitted. 'His department needed to get involved with the Blackclaw's, one of our neighbouring packs. We helped him out, and the two of us had to communicate a lot to ensure no boundaries were crossed whilst the aurors were here. But in that short time, he showed me how much he valued the importance of loyalty and courage – the same qualities you displayed tonight.'
As they continued walking, Harry found himself taking in the packs camp.
It was an actual camp. Many tents set up, some large like the usual magically enchanted ones. Some regular. Animals on spits, pelts decorating the place. Magical paraphernalia scattered around the place.
He knew that the Faerie law would also apply to the Redwoods, they still had magical blood. The women were all beautiful. Although instead of an hourglass figure that the 'city' witches had, they had more of a streamlined athletic build. Petite breasts (bigger ones would get in the way, Harry assumed), but large behinds.
Most had rough cut feathery hair.
The men all seemed to be bulky, and muscly. Harry thought he was one of the most muscular wizards he'd seen, but he guessed that those were by "city" standards. The stronger men were almost a whole foot taller than Harry, were a lot more bulky.
Many were radiating their magical aura's, and they all seemed different. Harry was excited to learn their type of magic, and their way of life.
Later that night, after trying to tend to his wounds and hearing stories from the other packmates as they ate around a fire, Harry found himself alone in one of the smaller tents in the camp. He was told that he was to share a tent with one of the hunters, Alexander, he was the son of one of alpha's generals. Luckily he was out at that moment. He lay on the bundle of soft furs that made a makeshift bed, his body still aching from the intense duel with Gavric, he flopped onto it.
'Harry?' whispered a soft voice. He turned to see one of the female werewolves from the pack – her wild, dark blonde hair framing her striking amber eyes.
'Can I help you?' Harry asked, sitting up and studying her curvaceous form as she stepped closer.
She eyed his attempt at fixing his wounds.
'I couldn't help but look at the… terrible job you did at mending yourself,' she murmured, her delicate fingers tracing the bruises along his chest. The touch sent shivers down Harry's spine, igniting a primal desire within him. Although his magic was almost depleted after his battle with Gavric, he could feel a familiar heat rising in his chest.
'Alright,' he agreed, his breath hitching as she began to work her magic, healing his battered body.
As her hands moved over him, Harry felt his pain dissipate, replaced by a growing need. Their eyes locked. He felt his magic hum and burn in his chest.
'I find it strange, having you touch my body like this, you know my name, but I don't know yours.'
She chuckled.
'I'm Samantha, Samantha Redwood. Giles Redwood, the alpha, is my father.' She then cleared her throat. 'The reason I'm here, is to actually introduce myself. Father has told me that I'm to train you in our ways till you can prove yourself in—'
'so, we're going to be spending a lot of time together?' Harry asked as he glanced down at the outline of her nipples through her top.
Tonks words echoed in his mind.
I can't sleep with the first beautiful witch I meet. He scolded himself. I definitely can't be flirting with the alpha's daughter!