Chapter 28
Chapter Text
Yule break seemed to be the first thing on everyone's mind. Not only did students look forward to getting a break from their schoolwork
Yule break seemed to be the first thing on everyone's mind. Not only did students look forward to getting a break from their schoolwork, but Voldemort's return had caused many to worry and want to return home to their families.
And despite Harry's supposed victory over the Dark Lord at Azkaban, along with all the propaganda the Ministry was printing, students were still on edge. He could sense the tension in almost every room he walked into these days, especially where he was now, sitting in the Great Hall and eating breakfast.
The owls arrived then, making everyone look up and watch them with dread. There was always the fear of bad news every morning at breakfast, as the only guaranteed way to find out what was happening outside Hogwarts was the newspaper. The morning paper always arrived with dread filling the room, until eventually the paper was revealed and everyone was able to take a deep breath.
A foreign owl swooped in then, being a different breed from Hedwig yet still being white in color. It dropped a light blue letter next to his plate before flying off, and Harry quickly noted his name upon the letter written in loopy feminine cursive.
He shrugged and opened it, and was immediately greeted with a familiar perfume that smelled like liquid sex. It was a smell he was familiar with, being that of an older sexy woman who lived in the south of France.
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Mon Coeur,
How I long for your touch, the feel of your hands upon my breasts and hips. Above all I desire to see you again, and to grant you pleasure no other woman can give.
It was with great delight that I received your invitation, and I will be very pleased to attend. For a while I worried you had forgotten about me, and now I see that was not the case. It seems that you also crave for my touch, and I look forward to seeing you soon.
Just know that I won't be going home empty handed this time, as I want either my mouth or my womb is full with your seed. Get ready for me, Harry, because Veela always get what they want in the end.
Yours,
Apolline
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"Bloody hell." Harry muttered under his breath, doing his best not to get a boner so early in the morning. It was nearly unpreventable however, as Apolline's letter was completely unexpected and had his lust swirling from her sudden erotic words.
"What you got there, Harry?" Fred asked from nearby, as he leaned across the table to look at the letter. Suddenly his eyes went wide, and he openly gaped at something he had. "oh."
Harry looked down, and came to the realization then that Apolline's letter wasn't the only thing included in the envelope. When he had pulled out her letter, he had also accidentally pulled out the other objects inside, being several moving photographs she had sent him.
Morgana's tits. He mentally swore, looking down at the table where the photographs had fallen, and seeing some of the most adult-rated scenes he had ever witnessed. Is this what Apolline meant when she said 'get ready'?
At the forefront was one of Fleur's mother sitting against a brick wall, her legs spread wide and with a seductive look on her face. The next was of her on the beach in a bikini, and she was dancing and jumping around in a way that made all of her assets jiggle sensually. The one after that was her getting into a bath, with her taking off her bathrobe in the photograph before her curvy form sexily descended into the water.
It was class-A male masturbation material, the kind of stuff that was only in adult magazines and maybe films. Even then, Apolline was beautiful enough to put all of the women in those films to shame.
Hogwarts had an entire underground market for stuff like Harry was holding, and he had heard his roommates talk about how much older boys would charge for good jerkoff material. And it just so happened those same boys were surrounding him on all sides then, and all happened to glance over at what got Fred's attention.
"Merlin's sack!"
"Harry let me see!"
"Bloody hell mate, where'd you find her?"
"She's hotter than Fleur Delacour!"
"Hah! Potter strikes again!"
He scrambled to pickup all the pictures, but Harry was sure he missed one or two in the chaos of horny boys scrambling over each other to get a look. Apolline had sent him a veritable library of moving photos to enjoy, meaning he couldn't accurately count all of them and make sure none were missing.
Of course, the commotion got the attention of the rest of the Great Hall, and soon people were turning heads to see what Harry Potter had done this time. But by then, he had managed to shove Apolline's letter, along with her photos, into his school robes. Over at the Ravenclaw table, Fleur caught his gaze for a moment, before quickly looking away with a blush on her cheeks.
"C'mon mate, you got to let us see!" Ron whined from next to him. "Maybe give us each a photo, and we'll give them back to you the very next day."
Harry snorted. "Not a chance."
"Who is she anyway?" Dean asked. "She looked older, almost like an older version of Fleur Delacour."
"No way she was as good lookin' as Fleur!" Seamus intervened heatedly.
"Her arse did look big and fat." George commented, before sending a mischievous look his way. "Although Harry kind of likes it that way."
The girls in their vicinity turned various shades of red, all while the boys laughed raucously. Ginny just looked mortified for some reason, as she turned to Hermione. "Boys like our bums fat?"
The brunette blushed. "S-Some of them, I guess? I always thought thin was better liked."
"Oh, most guys like thin girls, but there's nothin wrong with a fat arse to slap around." Seamus butted in, earning a scathing glare from Hermione.
Harry stood and exited the Great Hall then, deciding to make his escape while everyone was distracted. He knew that the girls were about to make a scene over everything, and that it wouldn't be long before the entire school knew what happened.
That had been a close one with Apolline's identity almost being revealed. The last thing he needed was for more of his women to have their identities revealed, and put in danger as a result, especially when it came to Fleur and her mother.
On the other hand, there was a dark part of Harry that wanted to show off the gorgeous MILFs he had managed to tame. He'd sneak them into the Gryffindor dorm, and make his roommates watch and listen every night as he took one MILF after the other. He'd let them have those photos of Apolline to jerk off to, and then the next night he would bring her to Hogwarts and make everyone watch as he fucked Fleur's Veela mother.
Damn. His cock was already flaccid, and it was beginning to lengthen and harden as his mind came up with all kinds of lewd scenarios. His lust was nearly uncontainable some days, and he mentally decided to visit Narcissa later to get it sorted out.
A flash of brown brought him out of his thoughts then, and Harry looked up to see that he happened to be walking right behind Professor Sinistra. Or I can do something about it now.
He sped up his steps, till he was right behind Professor Sinistra. That was when he reached out and grabbed her, before dragging her over to a nearby broom closet.
"Ah! H-Hey, what are you-" She nearly screamed before he leaned in and showed his face.
"Relax, Professor."
"Harry? What are you doing?" She looked around wildly, her face red.
"It's just a bit of fun." He dragged her fully into the broom closet and shut the door. "Isn't this what you wanted, Professor?"
He pushed her against the wall, her fat bum pressing against his thighs as he took control. Professor Sinistra panted in arousal almost as if the small amount of dominance he displayed was making her lose all senses. "I-I guess…"
He looked down at her thick arse, the woman bent over with her two large cheeks pressed against his hips. He then reeled a hand back and brought it down harshly, spanking her through her brown robes.
"Ah!" She shook in pleasure, her back arching and head rolling back so much that her pointy witches hat nearly poked his eye out. He could feel his own cock throbbing within the confines of his trousers, being stimulated as it pressed against her clothed arse.
"Fuck." Harry groaned as her bum grinded against his shaft. That letter from Apolline, the pictures she sent him, and suddenly this, had all worked together to increase his arousal.
He grabbed her hips as she shook her big arse against him, his cock jerking and twitching as it begged for release.
Eventually he reached down undid his trousers, making Aurora gasp as his manhood shot straight upwards before its weight brought it back down. It landed between the valley of her two big cheeks as she grinded against him, ready and waiting to blow its load.
He gave it a meaty jerk, and his cock spasmed before blowing a thick load all over her back. He coated and stained the back of her brown Professor's robe with his seed, all with the Astronomy Professor moaned and panted in delight.
"Thanks for that." Harry said at last, as their messy session came to an end. He pulled out his wand, and gestured at her outfit. "Do you want me to…"
"A-Allow me." Aurora replied faintly, and with a wave of her wand she vanished his cum and cleaned her robes. She then reached for the door, and nearly fell over in panic when he stopped her.
"One more thing." Harry said deeply. "I have a small party that I'm organizing during break, and would like you to attend."
"Y-You want me to attend?" The broom closet was dark, yet Harry could swear Aurora's cheeks reddened.
"If you can make it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an invitation he had been saving, before handing it to her. "Can you?"
"Who's going to be there?" She seemed suspicious all of a sudden.
"Women that I'm closed to." He answered despite knowing it might push her away. It was no secret that he was seeing multiple witches, and Harry felt no reason to beat around the bush on the subject. "Things are starting to heat up, and only those closest to me are getting invited. Consider this as a way to know who is in, and who is out."
To be with Harry, or not to be. That was the simple conclusion one could only reach from his words. His upcoming party was only for those who wished to be his permanent allies, not girls who wanted to be fuck buddies.
Professor Sinistra took a moment before she finally nodded. "I'll be there."
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Cho shivered as the many different wards of the Chang compound brushed against her skin as she entered her ancestral home.
Dozens of buildings built in the style reminiscent of ancient Chinese architecture, surrounded by an extremely long wall complimented by a mote greeted her, all of which showcasing the ancient Asian heritage of the Chang family.
One would look upon the property and immediately assume their family had immense wealth, and in some sense they did. However, the Chang family was not native to Britain, nor did they have the pleasure of being on their Wizengamot. They were not considered noble, ancient, or whatever other names the British used to refer to their aristocrats. If anything, the Chang family were refugees.
The Chang family, or rather Cho's Mother, had built all of it upon arriving in Britain. She brought all she could from magical China, or to be more specific, she saved what she could before the communists came and destroyed it all. Only three family members from their family had made it out. The rest had either been lost in the war or scattered when the family fled China during the Communist purge.
"They went after the older families first." Cho's grandmother had once told her bluntly before she passed away. "Purebloods, as they're called here, and then the shamans were taken out next. The new regime viewed magic as feudal superstition. Wandbearers were seen as enemies of the people. Half of us died in the first year, the rest scattered to the winds after that."
Cho's mother had been barely a teenager when they fled, taken care of by Cho's grandparents. Her grandfather had spent most of their family fortune to build a specialized portkey network to smuggle them out. They arrived in England with only one working wand between them and four shrunken trunks of artifacts, scrolls, and ancestral relics.
The original Chang family manor in Jiangxi had been razed. Cho had never seen it. The current compound was a copy, faithful to every detail, down to the koi pond and the ritual cleansing baths.
Cho had grown up here. She knew the layout by heart—north pagoda for spellcraft and rituals, east for records and family ancestry, west for guest quarters and celebrations. The central house was where the main family lived, or rather, just Cho and her mother.
It was Cho's mother, Ko Chang, who had pulled her from Hogwarts early and sent her home right before Yule break began. And it was that same woman who greeted Cho upon her entrance to the central House.
Ko Chang had the kind of presence that made her seem like she took up more space than she did. She wore a traditional plain grey outfit, with silver trim and a sash embroidered with runes. Her hair was dark black, braided intricately and pinned with a silver comb.
She had self-confidence of being a descendant of one of the few ancient Chinese magical families which still survived to this day. Most would describe her as intimidating, even harsh, but Cho viewed her mother in a different light.
She had barely walked through the door when her mother had latched on to her, her trunk falling from Cho's grasp as her arms wrapped around her. Her mother pulled back then, and looked over her with a critical eye. "How are you, Cho?"
She resisted a sigh. "I'm fine, mother."
"Good, I had worried you were placed under some curse, but it seems that is not the case. The wards would've notified me otherwise." Her mother spoke as she reached down and picked up Cho's trunk, before making her way through the home as Cho followed.
She let her gaze fall to her Mother's swaying hips, being so much wider than her own. "How did you find out?"
They both knew what Cho was referring to, being the Mistress contract she had signed.
"A negotiation at Gringotts and I happened to be notified of the contract." Her mother gave her a mild look. "Negotiated between you and House Greengrass as the intermediary, with Harry Potter being the recipient. Tell me, daughter, what could possibly convince you to sign such a thing?"
Her mother didn't exactly sound mad, nor did she seem disappointed. "You're not upset?"
"Having the freedom to choose a partner is never a luxury our family had, nor one I've adjusted to. I believe that's information I've practically beaten into your skull at this point. And yet you seem content to take part in a prearranged arrangement despite this." Indeed, Cho was well aware that her family's ancestry was a history of arranged marriages, courtships, and consort agreements. Her mother had sent her off to Hogwarts with the freedom of choosing her own partner, and somehow Cho had fallen into the same fate as her ancestors.
She was in a written agreement to be Harry Potter's mistress, arranged by Daphne Greengrass, with Cho's mother also being part of the agreement. And it seemed that the woman had finally figured out what Cho had signed, and had brought her home over the fear of her being blackmailed or influenced.
In some sense, it was true that Cho was being influenced by Daphne Greengrass, yet in reality she had simply lost the negotiating game to the Slytherin blonde. Cho wasn't good at arguing and making deals, and certainly wouldn't last a day in Slytherin, meaning that her doing high-stakes negotiations with Daphne Greengrass of all people was a huge mismatch.
And yet, at the end of it all the offer that the blonde made her was simply too good to pass up. And while Cho could have tried to get Harry's attention normally, and seduce him like the rest of the girls at Hogwarts, Greengrass's offer skipped over all that.
The only part which made her worry was the woman in front of her, being that Cho's mother also had to become Potter's mistress as part of the agreement. It had been the part that almost made her walk away, and Cho had been mentally trying to rationalize her decision ever since.
"Tell me, Cho, what prompted you to do this?" Her mother asked. "Were you blackmailed? Bespelled? Cursed?"
Cho had essentially signed her mother away, granted they would both be in the same situation together as Potter's Mistresses. And yet, she had never once sought out her mother's approval during the negotiation, being too wrapped up in the grandeur of bedding Harry Potter.
"No." She answered clearly. "Potter's betrothed, Greengrass, offered me a deal that was too good to pass up. I will be with one of the strongest and most powerful wizards in the world, and wouldn't have to go through the hoops the other girls go through to get hit attention. All she wanted in return was-"
"Me." Ko finished for her, seemingly understanding why Cho agreed. "Why did you think it was a good idea to agree to this on my part?"
Her mother seemed to be testing her then, not sounding angry but rather truly wanting to get a genuine answer from her. For her part, Cho thought about avoiding the answer entirely, yet instead she sighed before giving her mother the truth. "Honestly, I did so because you need a man in your life."
Ko stiffened, blinking in shock. "Pardon me?"
"You need to be in a relationship with someone, Mother." Cho stated. "You spend all this time going on dates and then complaining about how none of these Englishmen fit your standards. With this, you can be with Harry Potter, Witch Weekly's most desirable wizard in Europe, and a political and magical heavyweight."
There was truth in Cho's words, being that if Harry Potter of all people didn't fit her Mother's criteria, then no one would. Harry had practically everything a woman could want, especially an older woman, be it youth, kindness, magic, political influence, or even a nice big cock.
He would give the Chang family everything they could ever want or need in Magical Britain, allowing them to grow stronger in his shadow. Being a Mistress allowed one to manage their own affairs while being attached to a powerful wizard, allowing House Chang to further cement itself. As well as this, both Cho and Ko could give birth to Harry Potter's children if they so desired, something that would further ingratiate the Chang family to Britain by having the offspring of a centennial wizard.
It was all around victory in Cho's opinion, the benefits too much to brush aside, and she could see her mother digesting all of this as they stood there alone in their home.
Chapter 29
Chapter Text
His limbs felt heavy as he walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, as if every step brought a new burden upon his shoulders.
His mother kept dressing sexy, her clothes tighter and teetering right on the edge of appropriateness for a pureblood of her stature. Cleavage was almost always in view, her hair either left loose or done in braids.
He had overheard the conversations of his classmates many times, and even been taunted by the likes of the Weasleys over how attractive his Mother was. Each time left him fuming in rage and embarrassment, yet that didn't compare to how Potter made him feel.
Draco had seen the way Potter looked at his Mother; he stared at Narcissa Malfoy as she was his property—as if he owned her. And worse yet, were the few glances Draco caught her sending Potter's way.
It can't be true. He repeated those words over and over in the confides of his mind, desperately trying to reassure himself that his Mother and Potter weren't attracted to one another.
And yet his mind betrayed him, bringing up those articles about Potter dating older women. He thought of Bones, Zabini, and even Greengrass, all being the hottest women Draco had ever seen. And yet Potter was supposedly fucking them all, making Draco feel something beyond jealousy.
But what if Potter was seeing more witches? There were rumors that Potter was seeing even more women beyond those three, with the likes of Fleur Delacour supposedly being one of them. What if my Mother is one of them?
That thought was like taking a dagger to the heart, so painful and terrifying that Draco had to stop and take a deep breath to recover. The very idea of Narcissa Malfoy, someone regarded as a Pureblood Queen, the third Black Sister, and the widow of Lucius Malfoy, being involved with Potter was enough to break him.
He opened the door to his Mother's office with a shaky hand then, his movements slow as he entered the Defense Professor's quarters. Inside, his Mother stood as she finished packing a trunk full of expensive clothes, preparing to finally leave Hogwarts for Yule break.
She turned to face him, and something must have shown on his face then, as a frown made its way onto her expression. "Draco, is something wrong?"
He looked up to stare into blue eyes framed by blonde hair. Below laid a body even he wasn't immune to, blonde and buxom with large breasts no girl his age could compare to, along with a large round arse that his male classmates often stared at.
There was a reason that he always preferred to deal with his father, as Lucius Malfoy was a lot less intimidating than the woman in front of him. She was the sister of Bellatrix Lestrange after all, and possessed a certain countenance which made it impossible for him to influence or even impress her in any way. That was always why he chased after his father. But Lucius Malfoy was dead.
The news of his father's death hurt more than he imagined, and yet Narcissa Malfoy didn't seem to care in the slightest. If anything, the woman seemed to shed her skin and expose her true self, joining blood-traitors and mudbloods as she became a Professor at Hogwarts. The very sight of his mother as a Professor made him sick.
And it was that which led Draco to other, less savory, conclusions. Such that his Mother was colluding with Harry Potter of all people, and that it might have been Potter who killed his Father in the first place. That would mean she's behind Father's death.
"Y-You… You're with Potter, aren't you?" The words slipped out of his mouth, and he watched at his mother's eyes widened. That was all the confirmation Draco needed. "It's true isn't it?! That you've sullied yourself with that halfblood filth! How long has it been, Mother?! Was it after Father died? Or were you talking Potter's cock before-"
SMACK
Draco froze, his hand going to his cheek which Narcissa had slapped. His Mother stared at him coldly, with anger in her gaze that made him go quiet. His next words came out as a whimper."M-Mother?"
SMACK
She slapped him again.
SMACK
And she didn't stop, even as his face became swollen. Even as his cheeks cracked and swelled before bleeding. He could see how furious she was, and she took all that anger out on him then.
In the end he was running, with his furious blonde Mother practically chasing him out of the room.
"Out. OUT!" She yelled as he ran. "Out of my sight!"
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Hogwarts had finally come to a close for Yule break, and Harry was happy to finally board the Hogwarts Express for the ride back to London.
He knew that soon he would be back in Grimmauld Place, able to sleep in his own bed, and indulge in sex on a much more regular basis. The very thought of seeing his girls again was comforting, and it brought a smile to his face as he made his way through the train's hallways and to a specific compartment.
Daphne had called for him, promising him a surprise along with some good fun for the train ride home. He could only imagine what she intended, and Harry soon arrived at her compartment and let himself in.
Daphne was inside, sitting on one of the cushioned seats and dressed in her Slytherin robes. Surprisingly, Cho Chang was also present, kneeling on the floor while wearing a partially undone dress shirt and dark blue skirt.
Before his betrothed even said anything, Harry knew what was about to happen. His lovers had gifted girls to him like this before, just like how Julia gave Rita to him, and now Daphne was giving him Cho. It seemed that his girls were getting into a rhythm of gifting him women to fuck, whether intentional or not.
"Harry…" Cho Chang bit her lip as she looked up at him. Her eyes were consumed by lust and anticipation in that moment.
"She's ready for you, my future Lord Husband." Daphne smirked from the side. "She's been waiting quite some time for this moment, to officially become your next Mistress."
"At some point, I'd like to know how this happened." Harry gestured at Cho, as he worked to undo his belt. "Please don't tell me you blackmailed her."
He had been somewhat concerned about Rita, and how Julia had managed to get her to fuck him. Come to find out that the blonde reporter was just that desperate for a good fuck, and somehow had a fetish for devouring his cum.
"Cho agreed to this all on her own." Daphne ran a hand through the Asian witch's hair like she was her pet. "She even included her Mother in the agreement to become your mistress, meaning you'll now control the future of House Chang."
Harry froze as he was about to drop his trousers. "Is that right?"
"Yes." Cho nodded. "Mother desperately needs a virile and powerful wizard in her life, so I agreed for us to become Mistresses for House Potter."
"Interesting."
His trousers dropped then, and Cho's eyes widened at the cock which sprung forward. It was a reaction he was used to, and he didn't give her any time to prepare as he scooped the Asian witch up and divested her of her clothes.
Soon she was propped up against the side of the compartment as his hands wrapped under her thighs and gripped her fit arse. She panted like a bitch in heat at his aggressiveness, and gasped when his cockhead brushed against her entrance.
His cock buried itself into her pussy, pushing aside her virgin labia lips and reshaping her insides to fit him. Harry groaned not only from the pleasure of taking such a tight cunt, but also at the idea of making Cho Chang his woman.
Her fingers clawed at his back, her warm breath brushing against his skin as she panted and moaned with delight. She moaned his name over and over, doing so in a soft and breathless manner. "Harry…"
"Fuck. You're one tight witch." He groaned deeply, restraining his lust from taking control.
The contrast could not be more clear. Harry regularly fucked older and more experienced women that were powerful in their own right. Such women could reduce normal men to weeping and quivering messes, and yet Harry was the one who always won out in the bedroom.
On the other hand, Cho was taking his cock for the first time, and only had Daphne's training, along with her fitness as a Quidditch player, that allowed her to stay coherent. That said, Harry knew she wouldn't be able to last if he truly began fucking her hard.
It meant he would have to be gentle with Cho, or at least not overly rough, meaning he couldn't put her on her hands and knees and pound away as he usually did. So instead he let her ride him, let her arms wrap around his neck as she set the pace.
"Harry… Harry…" He stared into her face as she moaned his name, her back still pressed against the wall of the compartment as he held her up. "Please, Harry… I- Agh!"
His cock embedded itself fully, stretching out her insides as it smacked against her womb. That was when he began thrusting in at a slow but constant pace, and already he could feel her fluids coating his shaft.
"Fuck, Fuck! So good! Uh!" She moaned in delight with each thrust. "Keep going! Please!"
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"Just go in there and tell him how you feel! Well… not in that way." Hannah grimaced at her own poor wording. "You know what I mean, just summon up that anger and give it to him!"
The Hogwarts Express rumbled beneath them, the semester having finally come to a close as everyone packed up their trunks before boarding the train back to London. It was a much-anticipated day that Susan Bones had been anticipating as much as dreading, knowing it would be the day she would finally get to see her aunt Amelia, and soon have that dreaded conversation about Harry Potter.
Not that she needed the whole thing confirmed, as her aunt had already sent her a letter that confirmed that the DMLE Director was, in fact, dating the Boy-Who-Lived.
…Yes, indeed Harry and I are in a relationship. As your aunt, I ask for privacy in this matter as what happens between Harry and I is private.
Sincerely,
Aunt Amelia
Susan's eyes had nearly bugged out of her skull when she first read the letter, confirming that her aunt was indeed in a relationship with Harry Potter. That surprise soon turned to anger, upon reading what her aunt actually wrote. Privacy? You two want privacy?! How can you ask for privacy when the whole school is talking about you two!
Susan had failed to become used to the strange glances being thrown her way in the halls of Hogwarts, along with the not-so-subtle inquiries about Harry Potter dating her aunt. All it did was increase her irritation—as well as embarrassment—and she had finally snapped the other night.
"Who does she think she is?! Auntie just thinks she can date someone my age and get away with it?!" She raged, picking up a pillow before throwing it across the room. "The whole school knows! It's humiliating!"
"S-Susie, calm down!" Hannah stuttered, watching as the redhead wrecked their dorm room.
"I am calm!" She shot back. "Or at least, I will be once I give Potter a piece of my mind!"
Needless to say, the Hogwarts House-elves had been quite upset over the mess she caused which they had to clean up.
Yet it wasn't just the articles and regular school gossip that got to her, but the knowledge that her aunt would be picking her up from the Hogwarts Express. Although ordinary, the fact that Harry Potter would be there was going to cause quite a stir, as there was no doubt in her mind that reporters and gossiping onlookers would be watching.
And so Susan decided it was best to approach Harry Potter in private, rather than scream at him in full view of the public. That was how she found herself trudging through the various hallways of the Hogwarts Express with Hannah until she found his magical signature, located in a locked compartment.
"Alohomora." She incanted on the door to Potter's compartment, only for wards to appear before flashing red. "It's warded?"
"I guess Potter is just being careful." Hannah Abbott shrugged from her side.
Susan growled with irritation, seeing that it would be much harder to speak to Potter than she originally imagined. With a huff, she directed her wand at the compartment's wards, before brutally pulling each one away. Whoever was inside the compartment should have noticed what was happening, unless they were distracted, in which case Susan would break through without anyone inside noticing.
It took a while but the wards finally broke, and Susan reached for the door's latch, only to stop when a smacking noise met her ears.
CLAP CLAP SMACK CLAP
"Oh! Oh Harry! OOOHH SWEET MORGANA!"
The wanton moaning made Susan's eyes widen, especially when it was Harry Potter's name being moaned. At her side, Hannah reddened like a tomato as her mouth went agape in shock. And yet the harsh clapping of flesh continued, signaling that inside the compartment, Harry Potter was ruthlessly pounding someone into oblivion. And judging by all the noise, whoever it was, was a screamer.
Susan stood frozen, partially by shock but also by indignation. Harry Potter was dating her Aunt after all, and even if she didn't like it, the thought of him fucking some other witch made her even more irritated.
Right then, the compartment door opened, and the two girls nearly jumped when Daphne Greengrass exited. The Slytherin Ice Queen was fully clothed, albeit with her green tie slightly askew, but it wasn't the blonde Slytherin which caught their attention.
Susan was able to glimpse behind her and into the compartment briefly, and the sight shook her to the core. Inside was Harry and Cho Chang, with Cho propped up against the compartment's wall with her legs spread open over Harry's shoulders. The Asian witch was a drenched moaning mess, covered in sweat and other fluids as Harry thrusted into her brutally, his arms holding her arse as he pressed her against the wall.
He's going to kill her! Was the first terrifying thought to enter her mind as she watched the brutal lovemaking. But that was before she happened to glance down and see the weapon between Potter's legs.
A massive girthy shaft pumped in and out of Cho, spreading her labia lips obscenely as it slammed into the poor Ravenclaw over and over. It filled the Asian witch to the brim with cock, even going as far as to bulge out her stomach. And below laid two heavy balls, each looking ready to breed and impregnate witches on an unseen scale.
Susan just watched the male Adonis fuck the shit out of her classmate with a strange sensation filling her, as if being in his very presence was enough to make her weak at the knees. In that moment, Susan knew it took a special type of woman to be with Harry Potter, and it certainly explained why he was fucking so many witches.
I-Is this why my Aunt is with him? The thought came and stayed, making Susan picture all sorts of terrible images of Potter fucking her Aunt.
"Ahem." The cough brought her back to reality, as Susan was left staring at Daphne Greengrass, who simply stared back at the two of them with cold eyes. "Unless the two of you need anything… then get out of my sight."
Susan's legs moved on her own, as she didn't so much flee from the Ice Queen, but rather from Harry Potter's terrifying monster of a cock. To think he's going to be my uncle…
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He watched out the compartment window as the Hogwarts Express entered London and then as it finally arrived at Platform nine and three-quarters. When that happened, he pulled down the window's blinds, wanting privacy as Cho cleaned off his cock.
"Harry… did I do good?" She asked in between licks.
The Asian witch had been different from what he was used to. She was dainty yet fit from Quidditch, being more exotic than any girl he'd had before because of her heritage. That said, she didn't match the other women he regularly had sex with, lacking experience along with a more mature and buxom body.
That wasn't to mention the screaming, and he was grateful Daphne put up silencing wards to prevent the rest of the train from hearing Cho's shrieks of pleasure. Yet Harry enjoyed being with her nonetheless, and she would be a good Mistress… along with her Mother.
"You did great, Cho." The praise made her beam with happiness.
Soon he was dressed once again, wearing something other than his Hogwarts robes as the train came to a stop and students started disembarking. A glance outside revealed anxious parents along with hordes of reporters that were waiting to catch a glimpse of him.
He might have Rita under control, but that didn't mean there weren't other reporters out there looking to get scoop on the Boy-Who-Lived. And Harry knew whatever was about to happen would likely make its way into the front page tomorrow.
He sighed as he stepped off the train, and immediately was met by stares and calls for his attention. Cameras flashed from every angle as the press scrambled over, all while he searched through the crowd before finding a familiar head of red hair.
The crowd split as he advanced, with no one wanting to block the path of the man who could fight Voldemort head-on. Harry walked through them all, ignoring the reporters as they asked him questions and tried over and over to stop him.
They soon stopped once they saw just who he was approaching, being one of the most powerful women in Britain.
"I knew that I should've ordered my aurors to clear the platform of reporters."
Amelia Bones wore a brown coat with a yellow scarf reminiscent of Hufflepuff, her hair loose as she smiled down at him. Susan Bones was literally hiding behind her aunt, her face red as she snuck glances at him, along with the horde of reporters.
The smaller redhead girl was a mumbling mess. "Auntie, honestly, the Prophet already—oh no, don't wave at them!"
Amelia ignored her niece entirely. She placed one firm, gloved hand on Harry's shoulder, sending another ripple of whispers through the nearest cluster of onlookers. "I thought you might appreciate a proper welcome home."
A camera clicked loudly as Susan squeaked. "Auntie, you can't do that in public!"
Harry could care less about the reporters at that point, already knowing they would be in the papers at that point regardless of what they did. And it was in that moment when Amelia leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Come along." Amelia was as unfazed as ever while the whole platform went into a frenzy, already walking away as he followed with an embarrassed Susan following behind.
Harry shook his head at the theatrics of it all, grinning despite himself. The sound of quills scratching filled the air promising that tomorrow's front page was already writing itself.
Chapter 30
Chapter Text
His closest allies met in the dining room of Grimmauld Place, only occupying half of the large wooden table with Amelia standing at its head. It was the first official meeting of his war council in quite some time, and had been arranged to discuss their next moves for the duration of Yule break.
The room was tense, and filled with competent people that Harry had the most trust in. They would be the ones to help him defeat Voldemort after all, and fighting the Dark Lord was a group effort rather than something he could do on his own.
He had to wonder if this is what it was like for Dumbledore and Voldemort, or even as far back as Merlin and King Arthur when they attended their own war councils. It was equivalent to holding court as Kings often did, or strategizing a war as muggle generals would do.
Amelia Bones, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, stood at the end of the table, an organized stack of papers in hand. She wore her customary monocle, her red auror coat resting over her chair, with a serious expression on her features.
"The first topic of discussion is the upcoming balls at Chang and Greengrass manor." Amelia read off, before pausing. "Not to mention the party here at Grimmauld Place."
This is a lot more boring than I thought. Harry tried not to let out a exasperated sigh, his hopes dashed that the meeting would start off on a high note. The fact that their group wouldn't be doing anything remotely dangerous for the next month was disappointing to say the least. It also meant the meeting would be a lot more boring than he imagined.
"Wait, we're having a party?" Sirius perked up at that. "Why wasn't I told?"
"I must have forgotten to forward an invitation to you, cousin." Narcissa apologized. "But yes, we're having a get-together here for our closest allies. You are more than welcome to attend."
"I'm not sure having Black run around is the best idea." Amelia noted dryly. "Nor for Ms. Lestrange to be around either."
Harry had almost forgotten about Bellatrix. "It's only a party for our closest friends, it's okay for you to join in, Sirius."
"Just like the good old days back at Hogwarts, me and the ladies." Sirius folded his arms behind his head comfortably, before he seemed to realize something. "Wait, this whole thing isn't going to be some giant orgy for Harry, is it?!"
"Really, Black? Try and have some decency!" Amelia sent Sirius a scathing look, while Andromeda glared at him from across the table.
"My sister, Bella, should be able to attend." Narcissa ignored her cousin's outburst. "Her rehabilitation is coming along well, and if she misbehaves then I'll send her back to her room."
He knew that Narcissa was getting Bellatrix ready for him, and he had yet to see the crazy witch since the whole Azkaban debacle. He decided then he would visit her after the meeting and see her progress firsthand.
"And what of the Chang and Greengrass balls?" Andromeda asked then. "Is there any plan for them?"
"That actually brings us to our next subject." Amelia continued. "Being Narcissa's candidacy for Minister."
"You want my sister to be Minister?" Andromeda's brows were raised high, having heard the news for the first time.
"It makes sense, doesn't it?" Julia smirked from across the table. "She's the ex-wife of Lucius Malfoy, being the former leader of the Dark faction, while also having the experience of a Hogwarts Professor and working with the next generation. She'll check all the boxes of rich pureblood ancestry, along with having the support of Harry Potter, champion of the muggleborns. That way, Narcissa can cater to both the high-strung purebloods as well as those in the Light-leaning side who will follow Harry's lead."
"We also need to make our faction look more legitimate, and put someone forward to oppose Scrimgeour and Shacklebolt." Amelia added. "In a way, even if Narcissa isn't going to win, we'll be able to get more support and notoriety with the public by doing this. That's not to mention strengthening our position in the wizengamot."
"I can't believe that my Aunt is going to be Minister." Nymphadora looked dumbfounded. "How are we even going to pay for all this?"
The first thing he noticed in that moment was Nymphadora's new look, being that she did away with her old outfit in favor of something more formal. She grew her hair out too, and Harry couldn't help but admire her before he snapped out of it.
He knew what she meant, in that political campaigning in the wizarding world was just as expensive as it was for their muggle counterparts. Flyers and promotions in the paper needed to be sent out, fancy balls for snobby purebloods put on, and public speeches scheduled. All of which took manpower, time, and galleons.
"Daphne's father is going to fund a lot of it." Harry answered. "Most of us at this table have the galleons to spare too."
While Harry wasn't an expert on Wizarding economics, he already knew that the Greengrass family was one of the most wealthy families in all of Europe. Had seen his betrothed's closet after all, filled with everything from lingerie to dresses that were in every color and all custom made. And from what snippets he overheard about Daphne's wedding planning, he knew it would outshine in grandeur both the Triwizard Tournament and Quidditch World Cup.
That wasn't to mention the current occupants of the table, with Narcissa alone having control over the Malfoy fortune. House Bones was also one of the wealthiest Houses on the Wizengamot, and the Zabini fortune had only grown over the years with each of Julia's deceased husbands.
"There is also the question of where and when to announce Narcissa's run for Minister."
"We'll do it at the Chang Ball." Narcissa decided. "House Chang will soon join the Wizengamot, and this will give them the attention needed to elevate their status in society."
"I'll make sure Skeeter is there to cover it all." Julia nodded.
"Good." Amelia said. "Now, before we move on the the biggest item on the agenda, I have something to say. The Ministry and Auror office is doing all it can to track Death Eater activity, but I've gone a step further and asked Julia to assist and spy on the Dark Lord."
"You have intelligence on the Dark Lord's movements?" Andromeda looked stunned by the news.
"I am getting closer, and will have more information soon." Julia seemed irritated that she didn't have more to share. "Obviously me joining the Death Eaters and taking the Dark Mark won't work, so I'll have to find some new recruits to use as spies."
Nymphadora coughed then, getting the table's attention. "I actually have some valuable information."
"Speak, auror Tonks." Amelia ordered, nearly making Harry laugh as Nymphadora went ramrod straight in her seat.
"Some time ago I was approached by Kingsley Shacklebolt at work, who invited me to join a secret group led by Dumbledore, it's called-"
"The Order of the Phoenix?" Sirius finished for her, doing so with an amused smirk.
"Erm… yes." She nodded, looking taken aback. "I accepted his offer and attended a meeting held by Dumbledore at t-the… w-wait, okay, why can't I say the name of the place?"
"Because Dumbledore likely has the place you went to under wards, or even a fidelius charm." Andromeda sighed. "Do I even need to tell you how risky it was to do this, Nymphadora?"
"I'm not some kid you can push around, mum!" She whined, before turning to the rest of the group. "Anyways, the big takeaway was that Dumbledore said that he wants me to spy on Harry."
Julia let out a scoff. "Don't try and fool us, girl. We can tell the Headmaster told you to seduce Harry. Isn't that right?"
Tonks' face turned bright red, meanwhile Andromeda looked like she was about to breathe fire in that moment. Harry didn't bother saying anything, knowing better than to tickle a sleeping dragon.
Amelia pinched her brow, looking like she was counting backwards from twenty. "We are already aware of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, as well as the gameshe likes to employ. My brother was a member after all, and Black used to be one before Azkaban."
"Oh." Nymphadora reddened, looking embarrassed as she bumbled through her words. "You see, I, um…"
"Just be careful in the future. Attend meetings they schedule if need be, and try not to take any magical vows or artifacts they give you." The redhead said. "Is there anything else of importance you can share?"
"They really only talked about getting Kingsley elected Minister and how Harry's acting strange." Nymphadora frowned. "In fact, the whole thing was more of a Ministerial campaign meeting than anything else."
"Great. Next subject. Let's move on." Amelia said forcefully as she shuffled papers. "The New Years Wizengamot session will come sooner than we'd like, and Houses Chang and Zabini will both be elevated to Noble status as well as join our faction. Harry will also be taking the Potter seat and establishing a new proxy to vote in his stead."
Harry couldn't help but sit up a bit straighter at the news. While using the Wizengamot was a big part of their plan to oppose Voldemort, he actually didn't know all that much about the organization. From what he could gather, it acted similar to muggle parliament, approving laws and presiding over trials. And it would be through the Wizengamot that their group would be able to give Amelia and the DMLE more funding and recruits to fight Voldemort.
There was also the fact that House Potter had a Wizengamot seat, and it gave him a sort of familial pride to uphold it. Maybe he was simply being dramatic, but ancient wizarding customs and tradition had become important to him since Narcissa came into his life, and he was looking forward to putting House Potter on the grand stage.
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The old wooden floorboards of Grimmauld Place creaked as he followed behind Narcissa. She led him to one of the upper floors, to where her bedroom was located, before opening the door and walking inside.
"Hello, Bella."
The room was sparsely decorated without any objects that could be used as weapons residing inside. There was only a bed, a nightstand, along with a desk and chairs, and another door that led to a private bathroom. But it wasn't any of those things that got his attention, but rather the black-haired witch sitting on the bed.
Bellatrix Lestrange had changed a lot since he last saw her. No longer was her body covered in years worth of grime from living in Azkaban, nor was she wearing those prison robes which covered her bone-thin form. Instead, her body had been rejuvenated with expensive potions and intensive cleanings that made her look decades younger and healthier.
In fact, Harry would go as far as to say Bellatrix could compete with Narcissa and Amelia in terms of beauty. One would never guess she had spent decades in Azkaban when her large breasts holding so little sag, along with a fat round ass that only few women could compete with.
The black-haired witch didn't move from her place on the bed. "Cissy? And who is that behind you?"
Narcissa cleared her throat. "This is Harry Potter, your new Lord."
"Oh, ickle Harry come to play?" Bellatrix's eyes gleamed as she smirked challengingly. "Itty bitty Potter is too small to play with Bella."
"Behave, Bella." Narcissa ordered.
"Only the Dark Lord could make Bella behave." Bellatrix grinned. "Unless Lord Potter wants to try and make Bella behave?"
The way she said those words made his cock twitch, especially when such a curvy witch was teasing for him to ravage her. And Harry would fuck her… eventually. But before then, something else had to happen.
"You must excuse her behavior, Harry." Narcissa's lip curled. "She's yet to fully learn her manners."
"Then it's only right you give her a demonstration." His voice came out low, making the blonde stiffen. "Get on your knees."
Narcissa slowly turned around to face him then, before she lowered herself downwards in full view of Bellatrix. For her part, the back-haired MILF looked astonished at the scene, and her incredulity only increased further when Narcissa began undoing his trousers.
"C-Cissy! What are you doing Narcissa?!" She used her sister's full name, something Harry could tell was rare.
The fat pillar of meat that was his cock was soon out in the open, and Harry let out a deep groan before grasping it with an inadequate hand to wrap around its girth. He looked down at Narcissa, seeing the blonde staring up at him with worship, and it was then he wielded his manhood like a club. A cock longer than Narcissa's face and fatter than his bicep slammed into the side of her head. It sent her down to the floor in a mess of limbs.
Bellatrix gasped in horror at the sight. "Y-You… What are you doing Potter?!"
He ignored her and knelt behind the blonde, vanishing all of her clothed with a flick of his wrist. The blonde's fat arse was up in the air and ripe for the taking, and he sandwiched his shaft between her large cheeks before grinding it back and forth.
The soft and fat skin stimulated him greatly, all while his hands grasped and fondled with her arse. Then, in a sudden movement, Narcissa was flipped around to be on her back, and his cock was soon smushed between the valley of her large breasts.
"Is this what you wanted, Bellatrix?" He asked as he used Narcissa's body in the most demeaning way possible. He wasn't acting like some barbarian pounding away at her pussy, nor a younger lover taking her in the throes of passion, but instead a Master leveraging his power over his Mistress.
Narcissa moved her head so she could suck the head of his shaft with each thrust, her arms moving to guide her big breasts along his shaft. He could feel Bellatrix's stare, which did nothing but increase his excitement.
There was nothing he loved more than fucking MILFs, and he couldn't wait to do just that with Bellatrix. He wanted her to be his, to have her core split open by his cock and filled with his seed. And he imagined what it would be like to do just that as he fucked Narcissa's breasts.
"I'm going to cum." He growled deeply, before looking over at Bellatrix. "Would you like to swallow it?"
Her eyes went wide, and for a moment it looked like she would say yes. That was until her expression darkened, and the old part of her personality returned. "You dare put that thing in my mouth, and I'll bite it off!"
Tempting. He snorted. "Your loss."
His load came then, as he squatted over Narcissa's form before letting loose. His first load covered her entire face, with the next coating the area from her breasts to her chin. After that came on her bountiful teardrop breasts which he covered completely, and it didn't stop from there. He gave her enough cum to put any wizard to shame, a demonstration of his pure magical power.
A glance over at Bellatrix didn't disappoint. Bet Tom never showed her anything like that.
Drool left Bellatrix's chin, sliding down to land on her expansive cleavage. Her pupils were blown wide from seeing the magical release, her chest heaving with each breath. She clearly hadn't expected him to have so much power, and could see the very desire in her eyes.
He knew what Bellatrix Lestrange wanted, being power, and to be with a powerful wizard above all. Him destroying Narcissa and treating her worse than the cheapest Knockturn Alley whore was sure to turn her on. Narcissa was her own sister after all, a powerful witch in her own right, and someone a half-blood like him should have never been able to fuck. And yet it was his pure power which allowed him to treat her in such a way, and it was a demonstration to Bellatrix just what he was capable of.
He wandlessly summoned her from across the room then, pulling her off the bed and putting the black-haired witch on her knees without a wand. Bellatrix squeaked at the sudden movement before she panted in reverence, as she suddenly found herself staring up at him and his massive cock.
Harry ran a hand through her hair, causing Voldemort's greatest servant to purr and lean into his touch. He knew he could take her easily in that moment, that he could defile her body and fill her up with enough seed to get pregnant. That he could stuff his shaft all the way down her throat until she passed out from the lack of air.
And yet he decided to wait. He wanted Bellatrix to be more subservient to him before he took her and made her his. And more than that, he wanted Voldemort to know that it was Harry Potter who took Bellatrix Lestrange and made her his bitch.
"I have a party coming up. Be a good girl during it and I'll be sure to reward you."