Chapter 21: We found him like this!
Summary:
The next chapter, and Narcissa shows why you should be gentle when entering someone's mind. Also a bit of fun with Poppy and Harry and something more at the end. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
"So, you had a bit of a stomach ache Christmas Eve, then went to visit Narcissa. If I can ask, why didn't you go to your private healer? I know that the Parkinson family has one. Why go to Narcissa?" The Auror prodded a Dictaquill, scratching in a notebook as he looked down at Cordelia. Cordelia, for her part, simply nodded as she clutched a mug filled with coffee.
"It was Christmas Day, and I was already feeling ill during the Yule Celebration the other day. My Husband and his business associates conduct quite a bit of business on Christmas Day. So he doesn't like being interrupted, and if I had gone to the Family Healer, he'd be contractually required to inform my Husband about it and have him present during the checkup." Cordelia explained that the words came to her easily, but why? Well, simply because they were true, or at least mostly.
You see, the best way to tell a lie is to tell the truth. Cordelia most definitely didn't go to see Narcissa for a personal checkup. Still, due to the excuse she gave her Husband to see Harry that night, it was known that Cordelia was feeling ill. So, for her to go to Narcissa, a well-known personal Friend of hers, who had a Mastery of Potions and was a step away from obtaining her Potions Mistress License before she was married, was no far-fetched story.
And what's better, is that if they went to confirm with the Parkinson's Family Healer, they would find that he would indeed be contractually obligated to report to and have Lord Parkinson present for any examination or treatment of either Cordelia or Pansy.
Now, in one's mind, a concern might be brought up about the possibility of Veritiserum. However, veritaserum is not used in every interrogation or investigation. If it were, then there would be a lot of Lords and Ladies who wouldn't be enjoying such a lavish life at the moment.
Cordellia and Narcissa are both witnesses to such men in their lives.
"Now, you say, when you arrived, that you didn't notice anything amiss and went straight to Lord Parkinson's study. Where did you hence find him in his comatose state? Upon which you then cast a Diagnostic on him?" Another Auror asked Narcissa in a completely different room. Standard procedure to question potential witnesses at any crime.
"Yes, after I took care of Cordellia, making sure she was feeling much better, I came here to advise Lord Parkinson that he should let Cordellia rest. And that's when I found him. I cast a few diagnostic charms to determine what had happened. All I could ascertain is that he had been in a duel, and that someone had ravaged his mind." Narcissa said, and she put on the perfect image of a shaken and slightly disturbed woman at what she had found.
It was rather brilliant, really. After Cordellia had given her that wand, she had set out on her task. Parkinson was an incredible duelist and possessed a powerful mind. Breaking through his defences was not easy.
His mind was structured in a way that fits him perfectly now that Narcissa thought about it.
First, she had cast Imperio on him again. Since he was unconscious, he didn't have the same resistance to the curse. As such, it made delving into his mind a far more straightforward process. She then cast Ligillimens; it was easy enough for her to do so as a Daughter of House Black. She was raised to defend her mind, but also to delve into another's mind.
And Parkinson's mind was... not subtle. His defences appeared to her as a spiked wall of bejeweled gold. She remembered a voice, one she recognized as that of the late Lord Parkinson, Nathaniel Parkinson, Father of Hendrik. Over and over, the voice simply repeated the same line.
"Precision, adaptability, power, AGAIN!" Over and over, it radiated from the walls like a mantra, and from what Narcissa felt, it was filled with self-loathing every time it was repeated. But with the power of the Imperious curse, with but a thought, his mind parted for her.
The golden wall rusting out in front of her, as if time itself was eating a hole for her to pass through. And once again, for a man so obsessed with presentation and opulence, it was no surprise to find his mind organized in such a way. With a hallway featuring a long, velvet red carpet, Hendrik's memories hung on the wall like priceless pieces of art.
Remembering the first time Narcissa was ever invited to the Parkinson's House Warming Party, she delved a few years back into Hendrick's memories. About five years of memories, but with a little flick of her hand, she gave a single command.
"Show me what I wish to see, show me the Contract you have for Daphne Greengrass." She spoke, and the walls became like a turning film reel. The Memories shifting on the walls rapidly, and finally, a single Memory was before her. Framed in ornate gold and easily twice as big as many other memories. No doubt a representation of how proud he felt of the achievement.
However, before she could delve into the Memory, a sudden gush of flame erupted around her, making her fly back. She floated in the air as the opulent hall and memories were suddenly cracked and splintered like burning wood on a fire. And from those breaks, many tongues of flame erupted.
They coalesced into what she could only describe as a Wyvern Bird. Long wings of charred feathers and three-fingered claws on the knuckles. A long, serpentine tail and a bulky body. Its head sat on the end of a long neck with a fanged beak and gleaming golden eyes. Its body was covered with its top part in the same scorched crimson feathers, while its belly had spiny scales.
Of course, Hendrik would have more mental Defences than just a gilded wall. But this wasn't going to be like their real-life duel. In Dueling, Bellatrix shone like a Nova. In the arts of enchantments, Andromeda wore the crown, but when it came to Potions and the Magic of the Mind. Narcissa shone brightest among her sisters.
As Hendriks' mental Construct rushed forward, a billow of cinders and smoke emanated from its wings. Narcissa reared her palm back, and a golden light shone behind her. She then threw her hand forward, and a Golden lance, arcing with golden lightning, flew, piercing the Construct. Then she did it again and again, and finally, raising both hands, she threw them down, and a Hail of smaller golden spikes rained down on the beast.
Perfectly, as it pinned the writhing monster in place. If not for her use of the Imperious curse, there was little doubt she'd have much more trouble with it. But she paid it little more thought as she floated back down to the Memory and quickly dove into it. Feeling like she was floating in water before suddenly falling out of it.
When she landed, she was back in the familiar surroundings of Hendriks' office... well, not exactly. The desk, the decorations, and the style were all the same, but the actual office itself was different. The architecture was the most noticeable change, and this office wasn't as tall as the one in the Greengrass Manor. But a little knock took Narcissa out of her musings.
"Father?" a much younger-sounding Pansy's voice came through the Oak wood.
"Enter." Hendrik's response was, and in walked a five-year-old Pansy. Her bottom lip quivered, and her hand shook as she held a roll of Parchment in her grip. She slowly approached Hendriks' deck and couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.
"Well!?" Hendrik barked clearly, not in the mood to wait for his Daughter to find a spine. The harsh tone made Pansy whimper as she seemed to fight with herself, looking at the Parchment in her hand like she half expected it to become a swarm of spiders in her hands. Hendrik scowled and stood up, his chair scraping loudly as he stormed around his desk.
Poor little Pansy was petrified as her gaze finally found her father's face. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking like a leaf, though she didn't remain on her feet for long. The sudden strike from Hendrik came quick and hard. It sent Pansy down with a cry of pain as she dropped the Parchment in her hand.
"Stupid Girl! Do not waste my time!" Hendrik hissed as she summoned the Parchment to his hand. Unrolling it, he looked at its contents, and over his shoulder, Narcissa saw it. The messy, scribbled signature that belonged to Pansy. The sick grin splitting his face as he saw it made Narcissa want to tear the man's throat out.
"Finally!" He laughed, rolling the Parchment back up and putting it on his desk. He then looked scornfully at Pansy. "What are you still doing here? Leave!" He shouted, and Pansy flinched, scrambling to her feet.
"F-Father... what will happen to Daphne?" Pansy asked. She was shaking so much you might think she was naked on a snowy mountain top. "I-I don't want her to g-get into trouble." She whimpered, and this was the wrong thing to say. Hendrik whirled on his Daughter and gripped her hair, yanking on it hard enough to lift the girl off the ground before he threw her at the door.
"I told you to leave!" He shouted, and Pansy began sobbing as she fumbled with the doorknob with shaking hands, only just getting it open as her father managed another strike against her leg with his cane before she all but ran away, hopping awkwardly as she clutched her now stinging thigh.
The door shut, and Narcissa's motherly instincts yelled at her to go after Pansy, but it would be for nothing. This was a Memory; she'd open that door and find nothing but a black void. Turning back around, Narcissa noticed flecks of cinders dancing down from the ceiling.
Hendriks' Mental Construct had escaped from being pinned. She tsked to herself, and with her nails, she tore a hole in a wall like she was tearing a curtain. Stepping through, she was floating in a burning void. The opulent halls were replaced with burning charred wood and memories.
The effect of Narcissa's less than gentle tour through Hendriks' mind and the effect of the Imperious were tearing away at the man's mental fortitude. Not that Narcissa was particularly concerned with it.
Floating down to a Memory, she swiped at it, the image becoming like a rippling liquid. With every swipe, the Memory would swirl, showing something different as the realm around her burned.
"Come on, where did you put it?" She asked, and with a bit of willpower, she focused on her desire to see where he stored the Contract with Daphne. A few more swipes, and she saw Hendrik carrying the Contract into a room. And just in time, as from the tear in his mind, she made the Wybern Bird break through with a screech.
As she dove into the Memory, she willed a wire net to follow after her, slicing the Memory to shreds, which would make the mental Construct have a harder time following her. She then floated down to yet another Familiar place. Or at least somewhat familiar, it was the Greengrass Manor. And judging from the decor and design, it must have been just after Hendrik Blackmailed Lord Greengrass into giving it to him.
Following Hendrik, he made his way through the Manor, strutting quite proudly. To the verdant Gardens, and seeing them in this Memory made Narcissa all the more mournful of how far they had fallen since then. Finally, beyond the Garden and at the Border of the Manor's property line, there was a hole. Freshly dug, the House Elves having done so, stood silently with their heads bowed, as Hendrik made his way over.
"Is it exactly six feet deep?" He asked with his eyes narrowed.
"Yes, Master, Vinny measured twice, he did!" One Elf squeaked out.
"Good, and the other items?" Hendrik said, and the other Elf gestured to a Clean Horse Skull, three stones all polished blue with a carved Celtic rune in each. Hendrik nodded, then looked back at the three Elves.
"You are no longer needed." He said, and the Elves nodded, but before any of them could pop away with a single flourish of his wand, a sudden gout of flame engulfed all three of the poor creatures. They screamed briefly and were quickly reduced to ash. Placing the Parchment into the mouth of the Horse skull, he levitated both down to the hole. Then, the Rune stones were arranged around the skull to form a triangle.
Then he took the ashes of the burned Elves and, with a flick of his wand, sprinkled them over the skull and runes. He then cast Auguamenti into the hole and with his wand, he next pricked his finger, letting three drops of blood fall in.
"Uisge is Fuil, Luaithre is Cnàimh. Bidh an t-àite seo na dhachaigh dhut," he chanted, and the water glowed green before it swirled. Suddenly, a ghostly apparition of a horse, seemingly made of ethereal water, appeared before Hendrik, its eyes glowing red.
"This place you shall guard till the end of days. No one is to get into this hole. Protect that which you hold." Hendrik said, and the Horse reared, its front legs kicking as it dove back into the hole. When it did, it sucked back up all the loose dirt, sealing the hole. The only proof that any sort of ritual had happened here was a circle of teal-colored toadstools.
Narcissa scowled, but she got what she needed. And just in time, as yet again, the Memory began to crack. Flecks of flame erupted as Narcissa tore a hole in the Memory and jumped through, just as the Construct came crashing in, spewing flames everywhere.
Floating again in the ever-burning mindscape of Hendrik, Narcissa looked around. With a thought and a bit of willpower, a door appeared a bit of distance away from her. That was by design. You see, after what she'd seen, she saw no reason not to leave a mess before she left.
So focusing, and as she floated back towards the exit, she had made the Construct burst through her, spewing flame all over. Narcissa just clapped her hands together, and from the burning hall spikes of gold shot out with golden lightning arcing off them, tearing memories apart and scorching the already charred mindscape.
The Wyvern Bird screeched as dozens of spikes impaled it and electrocuted it. With a smirk, Narcissa fell through the door, and in the next moment, she was looking down at Hendriks. The borrowed wand was still raised in her hand. His eyes had rolled back in his head, and he trembled every so often. His mouth foamed and bubbled, and with a flick, she canceled her ligillimens spell and the imperious curse.
After that, she had incinerated the spare wand she was using, then began to cast a multitude of diagnostic spells she knew. Checking for pretty much anything.
And now, as the Aurors took both hers and Cordelia's wands and examined them, they would find no trace of dueling or combat spells. Just the diagnostic spells. After a bit more questioning, the Aurors gathered what they needed. A group of them levitated Hendrik onto a stretcher as they took him to Saint Mungos.
"The Healers will be in contact as soon as they know anything or you're husband wakes up." The Auror said, but looked at Hendrik with a wince. "But, Ma'am, I have to be honest, I've seen something like this before. The chances that he wakes up..." The Auror said, and Cordellia nodded somberly, her eyes misty as her lip quivered. She was quite the little actress.
"They should be in contact with you within the day, or tomorrow by the latest. Until then, we've gone over your home's Wards. And strengthened the ones we could." He said, and Narcissa came up, holding Cordelia as she responded on her friend's behalf.
"Thank you, I'll stay with her," Narcissa said.
"Yes, if either of you discovers anything, or if the attacker comes back. Contact us immediately."
"Of course," Narcissa replied, and with that last bit, the Auror stepped through the Floo. After they were gone, there was a moment of silence before Cordellia began to shake. Then she laughed, throwing her arms around Narcissa, who smiled and hugged her back just as tightly.
"He's gone!" Cordellia cried as her eyes misted up, speaking the words out loud.
"Yes, and now we know where the Contract is. And what is better with Hendrik out of the picture, Pansy has no need to fear being married off."
"Do we still need the Contract? With Hendrik indisposed, he's not a threat." Cordellia asked, and Narcissa shook her head.
"Yes, we do. Hendrik is still technically alive. If he dies, or when that Contract will be passed on to the next male heir. And since Pansy is a girl, it will go to his nearest male kin. In this case, I believe that would be the Flint Family's son." Narcissa said, thinking it over. Just thinking about that boy was enough to make Cordellia scowl.
"Let's burn it."
"Agreed, but he put a protection over where he keeps it. We need to figure out what it is. For now, Daphne and Pansy are both safe. Once we know how to properly counter it, then yes, light it up!" Narcissa said.
For now, Cordellia needed to ensure her Daughter was safe, and she knew she would be safe from now on.
Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, Harry was on his own. With the Christmas break about to end, both Minerva and Poppy had a bit of work to finish before Classes resumed. Harry was spending his time enjoying some of her Christmas gifts.
The Potion kit that Tracey had sent him was pretty incredible! He didn't have an ample supply of ingredients. Still, borrowing a few that Narcissa had set aside before the break, Harry was able to practice a bit of his brewing.
In fact, he even read ahead in some potion books and found this neat little brew. It appeared as a Kaleidoscope liquid when made correctly. Still, once it hits open air, it becomes volatile and shines extremely bright! He was flipping through the Potions book again to see if there was anything else he could brew with what he had.
"Doing some early s-studying? M-Mister P-Potter?" A voice said, and turning, Harry nodded when he saw Professor Quirrell.
"Professor," Harry greeted.
"So Mister P-Potter, have you given any thought to my sug-ggestion towards an a-advancment on your assignments?" Professor Quirell asked.
"Oh, right! I remember, I haven't really thought about it much. Did you have something in mind?" Harry asked, and Quirrell took a moment to think, but as he did, Harry had an inexplicable shiver run down his spine. But only a moment after Quirrell nodded, seeming to decide something.
"For now, continue you're studies as you are. But I urge you to pursue your advanced spell practice. I shall make something quite interesting for your skill level." Quirrell said before giving Harry a polite nod and leaving him be.
Harry was going about putting his Potion set away before he paused. Looking back at the door, he cocked an eyebrow curiously.
"Huh, he didn't stutter," Harry mumbled to himself. But he didn't pay it any mind and just finished putting away his potions kit. He then went and made his way to Poppy's office. It was nearly two P.M. now, so she should be finished with most of her work.
When he arrived at the Hospital wing, he entered and shut the door behind him, and as it has become a habit now, he cast a privacy charm on the door. Going over to her office, he knocked on the door and opened it. He arrived at the perfect time, it seemed, as Poppy was stretching in her chair. A stack of papers next to her and her quill were pushed back and away.
"Harry," Poppy greeted him with a smile as she turned. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. His light blue eyes shone as they met hers. She took in a deep breath and stood. Coming forward and leaning down to kiss him.
"Come to spend some time with me?" She asked, letting her hair down with a shake, the Auburn locks beautifully curling around her face.
"Yeah, I was just brewing some potions. Then Quirriell approached me about the advanced assignments again." Harry said, and Poppy pursed her lips.
"Yes, I remember you mentioned that before. Did he say what he was thinking of doing for you?" Poppy asked, and Harry shook his head.
"No, just urged me to continue pursuing more advanced forms of practical magic like I have been," Harry explained, and Poppy thought about it. It wasn't terribly odd or anything for a Professor to offer students more advanced assignments or projects if they showed great promise in the subjects. And Harry, with his tutoring from Narcissa during his early days, did have quite the head start on his peers.
He wasn't even the only one to be considered for more advanced assignments this year, as both Hermione and Daphne were being considered for the same thing in Transfiguration and Potions, respectively.
"Well, that is exciting, don't get too big a head from it though," Poppy said and playfully poked Harry on the forehead. Harry chuckled and glanced back at Poppy's desk.
"Are you all done with your work for the day?" Harry asked, and Poppy nodded.
"Yes, just the last-minute forms and a request for some supplies for the rest of the year. So I find myself with nothing to do for the rest of the day. Oh, if only there were some way to spend my time more meaningfully." Poppy said with a teasing tilt to her voice as she reached the end. She even emphasized it by leaning over her deck on her elbows and sticking out her bum.
Harry smiled widely and eagerly palmed her rear. Feeling the supple yet firm flesh through her nurse's outfit. Poppy bit her lip and let out a low mewl at feeling him grip her.
"Oh, Mister Potter! You shouldn't just grab a woman like that!" Poppy said, though the jovial tone told Harry she thoroughly enjoyed it.
"I just can't help it, though, Madame Pomfrey. Anytime I see you, I just can't control myself." Harry said, looking up at her. Poppy laughed, turning and kneeling down to wrap her arms around her young Lover's neck.
"Well, that just won't do, but I suppose it is to be expected from a young, virile boy your age. Always got the female form on the mind." She teased as she kissed his lips, then his cheek, before peppering his neck. "What if it disrupts your classes? As the school Matron, I suppose it's my responsibility to ensure you are healthy and focused, and take care of your urges so you can focus better." Poppy said.
That's when her lips returned to Harry's, kissing him as her hands roamed over his body. Lifting the hem of his shirt, her fingertips danced across his warm skin.
"Hmm, you're filling out well," Poppy murmured against his lips, despite her lust and love for him. Her Medical instincts and training could never truly be turned off. Her fingers danced, squeezed, and rubbed along his body as she disrobed him. She felt his muscles, although not much, but they were growing steadily now with her help. A healthy amount of fat and softness setting in where it should.
Far from the scrawny, malnourished child he began as. Then there was the other thing, his scar. It still troubled her, and as of yet, she hasn't been able to make any headway in what it could be. No Magical malady she has come across or read about matches what she saw.
Unfortunately, what Harry was afflicted with looked more like some sort of curse, and whatever was protecting him was some sort of enchantment. While she was a trained and professional Medi-Witch, her expertise lay in Magical Maladies and simple curses.
It is what made her perfect for the position of the Matron Healer of Hogwarts, as most, if not all, injuries and sicknesses that afflict students here are Magical Maladies and simple curses or hexes. Anything more difficult and she would have to send the student to Saint Mungo's.
But she couldn't do that with Harry; if there was one thing she understood best, it was Harry's notoriety. His fame drew eyes, and not all of them gazed upon him with adoration. Especially the Headmaster, during her time training to be a Medi-Witch, she had developed a keen eye. She needed it to determine if a patient was being honest, whether they were embarrassed, or if there was something else.
Regardless, when Narcissa made it known her distrust of the Headmaster, Poppy began to pay a bit more attention to him. It was subtle, so subtle that Poppy didn't even bother reprimanding herself for not noticing.
But he always observed Harry with great interest. Now, with Minerva no longer being his reliable right hand anymore, and Narcissa being a Professor here, she caught it. Very slight twitches that might not be theirs. A shaky eyelid here, a slight downward flinch of his brow there.
Like she said, if she wasn't looking for them, she'd never have seen it. But it was clear to her now that the Headmaster was displeased. She couldn't guess as to why; her leading theory is that it was because Narcissa was married to Lucius, who was a known Death Eater, regardless of what bogus story he claimed about being Imperiused. Plus, no longer having a loyal right-hand in Minerva didn't help things either.
It was foolish to think that Dumbledore didn't know about her evident hand in getting Snape sacked. Not to mention, from what Minerva has told her, early on after Snape departed from Hogwarts, Dumbledore began to ask veiled yet probing questions about her, specifically about her more personal life. He was suspicious of her sudden youthful appearance and likely also questioned her own reinvigoration. It was a web, and she wasn't sure which strand she should be worried about most.
"Poppy, is everything alright?" Harry asked, and Poppy was snapped out of her musing. Here she was running through a dozen thoughts, and yet she had her lover half naked and was just peppering him with kisses all over.
"Oh yes, my mind just wandered," Poppy said, of course, she would get distracted so easily. She always did...
"If something's bothering you, we can talk about it," Harry said, and Poppy felt her heart flutter. She remembered how some of her past romances failed due to her wandering mind and her tendency to hyperfocus on things like medicine. But here was Harry, both of them were hot and bothered, and she was even the one to initiate it. And yet he was willing to put it on hold to just talk.
"It's alright, nothing just jumbled thoughts," Poppy said and went in for another kiss. But Harry held up his hand, tilting his head cutely.
"If something's bothering you, I can listen and help." Harry insisted, and Poppy smiled. Only Harry could have a woman undressing him, notice something is off, and want to talk instead of fuck.
"It's a bad habit of mine, I can't help but get lost in my thoughts, especially when they pertain to Medical subjects. You are my Lover, but you are also my patient, Harry. I can't help but subconsciously examine you while I... enjoy you as well." Poppy confessed.
"It's an annoying Habit, I know, but once my mind wanders, it often spirals. I didn't mean to kill the mood." Poppy said, sitting back on her heels and then leaning against the wall of her office. Harry followed, sitting next to her.
"Well, what were you thinking about then?" Harry asked, and Poppy sighed, looking over at him.
"Well, I was thinking that you're new diet and the potions I gave you helped you fill out from your malnurishment. Your muscularity is filling out normally for a boy you're age, and you have a healthy amount of fat." Poppy said, and Harry pouted, making her giggle.
"I said healthy, regardless of what they put in between the pages of Witches Weekly, a normal human being needs a bit of fat on their bodies." Poppy said, "I then started thinking about your scar, and it's not really something I can heal. It's not a sickness or a malady; from what I have seen, it's more akin to a curse. And that is not my field of expertise, I'm afraid." Poppy admitted.
"That's fine," Harry said, and Poppy looked at him. "You've already helped me so much, I never realized it before, but looking back on it now, I know just how bad I felt. Even breathing feels easier now, and yeah, I feel stronger. You really are amazing!" Harry said, enthused brightly. Again, Poppy felt a flutter. She'd been thanked before, of course. But the way he said it, it was as if she were some sort of miracle saint in his eyes.
"Thank you, Harry, that means quite a lot. Though I still feel frustrated not being able to figure it out." Poppy said, and Harry took his hand in hers.
"You've done plenty, I mean that's the point of the coven, right? We're a Family! We help each other do what we can." Harry said, and then he kneeled up and kissed Poppy. His hands went up her waist and then to the sash around her waist. Poppy shivered as she helped him undue it.
With words exchanged and thoughts settled, Poppy's mind was focused on one thing now. And that was getting naked and making sweet love. In a tangle of fabric, she shucked off her nurse's outfit and stood. Walking backwards toward her desk, she hopped up onto the edge, lifting one leg.
With her free hand, she spread her puffy lips, her pink insides already moist and heated with her arousal.
"Oh dear," She said and quickly moaned when Harry scrambled in his boyish excitement and practically dove to her flower. The skills he had accumulated were sinful; in the few relations she had had, no man could measure up to what Harry did.
"Oh, Harry!" Poppy moaned, rolling her hips against his face as her body shuddered at his prodding tongue. It was ridiculous how easily he could make any of his lovers just fold deeply. Then he did it, a little nibble right on her exposed clit made a shock of pleasure shoot up her spine and turn her brain to mush.
"Harry! Fuck me!" Poppy shuddered, and Harry leaned up to do just that. He crawled up, and Poppy scooched back, paper stacks toppled over, quills and inkwells clattered off as Poppy lay back. Her breast heaving and jiggling with her excited breaths.
Getting between her legs, Harry got right to her entrance, the trembling cunt spasming as if trying to grasp him. And he was all too eager as he smoothly pushed into her. Both Popppy and Harry groaned as his length filled her.
"Poppy! OH!" Harry moaned. He couldn't imagine ever becoming bored with this. Being so close and intimate with someone he truly cared about. Someone he loved, and who loved him.
So he sat in, with a deep pace. Poppy was the kind of Lover who enjoyed passion but precision. He picked up on it a few times, but he would go quick, and also angle his cock to scrape upwards. It worked best when she was on her back. And her reactions told him he struck gold with his technique.
Her legs quickly wrapped around his waist and locked behind him. Pulling him tight against her, making his thrusts shorter, but deeper.
"Just like that, Harry, you know just what I like!" Poppy moaned out, gripping his hair as Harry rested his head between her breasts.
"You're so good, Poppy! It feels better every time!" Harry said as he pumped like a boy possessed into his sexy nurse lover. And she was more than receptive, flexing her core in just the right way to massage his length within her.
And Harry moaned into her breasts, latching onto a nipple and sucking as he felt her ministrations on his cock. The velvety hot and wet walls of her pussy grip him and sucking him in. Besides Dora with her Metamorph powers, Poppy by far had the finest control of her body.
And she put in excellent work, especially when she wrapped Harry up like this. So slight motion, which resulted in grinding and pulsing, and yet she derived so much pleasure from it.
"Harry, oh, go deeper!" Poppy shuddered as she held his head fast to her teat. And Harry nipped at the pink bud, and did as she asked. With the help of her locked feet behind him, he drove as deep as he could.
Poppy clenched then, her cunt spasming slightly as she shook and her grip on him tightened. A moan came next, loud and loving as she felt her core tighten, then burst. And Harry felt it too, as always with any of his lovers, when they reached a climax, they gripped him so tightly, never wanting to let him go in the moment.
And it never failed to drive him to the edge just as hard. He sucked hard on her nipple, hugged her tight, and ground his cock deep into her clenching channel. Poppy felt it through her blissful haze, the slight swell, and the accompanying throb.
Then the pulse and splash of warmth in her depths. She hissed and clenched, feeling every spurt deep in her core. And just like every time, it made her body heat up, like it was being bathed in soothing warmth with every splash of virile seed inside her.
"Harry, you always fill me up just right." Poppy gasped, breathing deeply, her face flushed, her hair a mess, and Harry was in just the same state. His cock still pulsed in her depths, dribbling a last bit of his seed into her. Poppy relaxed, her legs uncurling from Harry and lying on the desk, and Harry sagged into her.
But Harry, ever ravenous and showing just why having a big, beautiful coven around him would not be a problem, looked up at Poppy with a lustful smile.
"Again?" Harry asked, stirring his cock in her cunt like it was a ladle in a cauldron. Poppy laughed and bit her lip sexily.
"Oh, you are such a needy young boy, aren't you. At this rate, I'll have to choke down two anti-pregnancy potions just in case." Poppy said teasingly.
"It's you're fault really! You, Cissa, Minnie, and Dora, you all are just so beautiful and amazing, how could I ever want to do anything but love you!" Harry said unabashedly and with such conviction that Poppy thought she might just climax again from his words.
"Oh, what naughty women we are, seducing such an innocent boy," she said, swinging herself over the desk and standing on shaky legs. Then she rushed to the door of her office, dribbles of cum leaking from her freshly fucked cunt.
"I'd better run away and not tempt you anymore." She laughed as she darted into her hospital wing. Harry was quick on her heels, though, scrambling after her. As the boy chased his grown Lover in a fun game of tag. But when she was caught, they fucked.
A jovial scene of love, lust, and a bit of childish play. Something that Minerva would very much enjoy, as opposed to what she was currently doing.
You see, while Harry and Poppy spent their time playing sex tag in the Hospital wing, Minerva was doing some paperwork in her office. Or at least she was. She was currently at her desk, sitting in her chair, though it was pushed back. In her hands, she clutched a trash bin close to her face as she wretched into it.
This was going on for about five minutes now, and she had no idea where the sudden bout of sickness came from. Once she had recovered, she placed the bin down and vanished the bile that she had spit up. She wiped her mouth with a cloth and drank some water from a goblet she had on hand.
She went over it in her head, but she had no idea what caused it. She hadn't eaten anything particularly strange, and the elves always prepared the food to perfection.
Shaking her head and taking a deep breath, she dismissed it for now. It was likely just a fluke or odd bout of sickness, nothing to be concerned about.
Nothing at all.
Chapter 22: What to do? What to do?
Summary:
Something has Happened with Minerva! The group comes together after this discovery to come up with idea's on how to handle it.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Yes, it was official, something was wrong with Minerva. She had tried to stave it off and use her own remedies to fix these random bouts of sickness, yet nothing worked! But what's more is that everything seemed out of whack, even her libido. She loved having sex with Harry, but ever since this sickness, she found herself more and more horny and needy for him. She felt like she was back on the potion that Narcissa snuck to her the first night she was with Harry.
But that wasn't possible; she never had another drop of the stuff and only got the whiff from the perfume version she developed once. But too often her mind would wander in the quiet moments, and she would daydream like a young girl, and when she snapped back, she found herself wet and needy.
Not that Harry had any issue with her increased desire for him, nor with satisfying her urges. But with classes resuming tomorrow and the other professors returning or having already returned by today. She needed to figure out what was going on with her. This led her to her chambers with Poppy, as with the other staff, and she didn't want to risk unnecessary questions or queries about why she needed a check-up.
"So when did you start feeling this way? Can you remember exactly?" Poppy asked as she sifted through her medical examination supplies.
"About a week and a half by now, at first I didn't think anything of it, just a bit of queasiness, but then I started just getting sick randomly. In the mornings, sometimes just in the middle of the day, and at night. But I don't see a pattern, and I haven't eaten or changed my diet in any strange way." Minerva said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Well, there are a few illnesses at the top of my head that may cause random bouts of sickness. Have you been in the Greenhouse recently?" Poppy asked as she turned with an odd contraption that looked something like a sexton, but only with rounded points.
"No, not recently, and I wasn't sprayed by any plants either."
"How about near any beasts? Have you been to the pens where the Magical creatures are kept?" Poppy continued as she placed the object on Minerva's temple, and it began to bob up and down as if pulled by a string. Poppy pursed her lips and pulled it off and away.
"No, nothing like that," Minerva answered.
"What about Harry? Maybe he had something on him that might've rubbed off on you. Some pollen or maybe potion fumes, he has been quite ecstatic about that potion set she received."
"If it were, wouldn't you be feeling sick as well? He spends just as much time with you." Minerva said, and Poppy nodded.
"Fair point, I feel fine." Poppy then pulled out the Magiscope, the same one she used to examine Harry. "Lay back, please." Minerva nodded and did so, and Poppy, with a quick swish of her wand, opened up Minerva's robe to expose her bare chest.
"Okay, let's see," Poppy muttered as she went about examining Minerva's magic flow. "Well... everything looks normal so far," Poppy said as she moved the device around, but then, as she got closer to the abdomen, she noticed the slight shift.
Then her hand stilled as she followed the shift and found other shifts, the familiar swirl forming, the way Minerva's magic was circling around something. Poppy had been trained to recognise this, and her mouth dropped.
"Poppy?" Minerva asked, and Poppy quickly took off the Magiscope and rushed to her bag. Sifting through it quickly and with urgency. "Poppy, you're worrying me now," Minerva said as she watched her friend frantically search through her bag of medicine. Poppy then pulled out a small rune stone with the Gaelic rune of life carved into it. Putting it into a small ceramic dish, she uncorked a potion bottle filled with a potion that was a mix of pink and blue.
Poppy then poured the potion onto the stone in the dish. The stone glowed and began to emit a shifting light that would shift from pink to blue to white. She then took the stone, returned to Minerva, and placed it on her abdomen, specifically right over Minerva's womb.
Minerva was concerned for a moment; she didn't recognize this particular test. But she watched with Poppy as the stone shifted quickly on the three colors before settling on pink and slowly pulsating on that color.
Poppy gasped, and her hands flew to her cover her mouth, eyes wide.
"Poppy, what is it?" Minerva asked, fully concerned as Poppy looked at her. And Poppy was a storm of emotions, shock, elation, disbelief, and no small amount of wonder.
"Minerva..." Poppy began looking back at the stone as if to make sure she wasn't imagining it. Then she looked back at her friend.
"You're Pregnant."
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"What?" Minerva said, and she felt... weightless. Her ears felt like they were ringing just from hearing the news. Disbelief gnawed at her, and sudden ecstasy washed over her, but she was overwhelmed by confusion all at once!
"T-thats impossible! I... I'm seventy-four! I can't... your test is wrong, it has to be!" Minerva said her voice breathy, quick, and sounding winded as she processed what Poppy just said. Poppy quickly took Minerva's hands in hers and kept her focused and grounded.
"Minnie, breathe," Poppy said as Minerva focused on Poppy, and she helped the woman control her breathing. "The test is something I developed; it's foolproof. If it came up blue, it was a sickness, white meant nothing, and pink meant..." Poppy's words trailed off as it was now obvious what pink meant.
"B-but how? I can't get pregnant, it's impossible!" Minerva insisted, and it was true. Despite the slight differences in biology between witches and Muggle women, there was still a cutoff for when women could get pregnant. For Muggle women, it was usually around forty-five, for witches, the window was longer, cutting off around Sixty! Minerva was well past the age to bear children!
"I don't know, I suppose your body may have held on to a single Egg Cell all this time, but even then it would be a one in a million chance," Poppy said. She had heard of very, very rare cases of women getting pregnant well past the age they should have been able to. But this was too rare. That's when Minerva's eyes went truly wide as she realized something.
"Oh, Morganna! Harry! No, no, no! Harry is way too young to be a father! He can't... I can't." Minerva rambled, and Poppy gripped Minerva's hands again to focus her.
"Minnie, one thing at a time, I need to make sure there's nothing else I'm missing. Lay back down and breathe." Poppy said, and shakily, Minerva did so. So Poppy, with extra care and thought, continued her exam, now with the knowledge of Minerva's pregnancy, she knew what to look out for. It only took a few minutes as Poppy was quick and efficient.
"Alright... well, for starters, you are in perfect health, there is nothing wrong with you. From what I see, the Baby is forming perfectly well. No oddities or irregularities." Poppy said, and when she looked back up, Minerva was torn, expressing a mix of tormented joy and innocent worry.
"What are we going to do?" Minerva asked as Poppy finished her exam. There was nothing wrong with Minerva after all.
"Whatever we do, Harry has to know," Poppy said, and Minerva turned quickly.
"But he's-!" Minvera began, but Poppy shook her head sharply.
"He's young, but he's made a promise to be forthcoming and honest with all of us; we will not be the ones to keep things from him," Poppy said, and while Minerva's gut twisted with nerves, she agreed.
"Oh, why didn't I drink the damn potions with the rest of you?" Minerva said, berating herself as her head rested on her hands.
"To be fair, none of us could've foreseen this. Of all of us, you were not high on the list for risk of pregnancy. I might've expected it with Nymphadora, seeing as her Metamorph powers may cause some interesting interactions." Poppy said then, with a flick of her wand, checked the time.
"Come on, this went longer than I thought. Narcissa should be returning by now, if she's not here already." Minerva was silent, her hand resting on her stomach. She still couldn't quite make sense of her situation or emotions yet.
As they walked, her feet felt both like heavy lead and feather light. Her chest was tight yet airy, her stomach flipped with butterflies and knots of worry. It was like she was trapped between this state of ecstasy and concern all at once.
Poppy spoke nothing but truth; of all of Harry's Coven, she was the last one any of them expected to get pregnant, if at all. She was just too old, despite her revitalization. What did this mean? Did Harry's seed revitalize her more than even Narcissa could've guessed? Was it more than just skin deep? Or was it like Poppy theorized, where her womb just stubbornly held onto a single egg?
These millions of thoughts flew through her head, and she didn't even realize it until they stood in the Potions classroom, and true to their guess, there was Narcissa. Going over a few things and setting her bags away, she looked up and smiled upon seeing them. But her smile quickly vanished upon seeing Minerva and Poppy look so tense.
"What is it? What has happened? Is Harry alright?" Narcissa asked, quickly walking around her desk and towards the other two women. There was so much to tell them about her recent activities with the Parkinson situation. But seeing two dear friends so clearly concerned and worried about something halted those thoughts.
"It's... well, I think we all should sit down," Poppy said, gently helping Minerva to a chair, and Narcissa quickly followed.
"Please tell me, what has happened?" Narcissa said her own stomach was now twisting in knots with worry. Poppy looked to Minerva, who looked back then with a shuddering breath. She looked to Narcissa, her lip quivering and her grey eyes extra stormy with her maelstrom of emotions.
"I... I'm Pregnant."
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"What?" Narcissa asked after a few moments of silence. "What!?" She repeated herself, flying to her feet, eyes wide, heart beating erratically. "How!?" she asked, shocked, looking between Minerva and Poppy.
"We are still not sure," Poppy said, and Narcissa began to pace.
"This... this shouldn't be possible, you're... and Minnie, I love you, but you are too old to have children anymore!" Narcissa said, running through the possibilities in her head, most of which didn't make sense, or were such a long shot that she might as well try to become the queen of the goblins with that sort of long odds luck.
"You don't think I don't know that? That's why I never bothered taking the potion! I thought I didn't need it!" Minerva said, and Poppy looked between the two women before clapping loudly.
"Alright! It's happened; how it happened is of little concern now. What we need to do is figure out what happens next." Poppy said, and Narcissa nodded and took a deep breath.
"Yes, yes, you are right. Have you told Harry yet?" Narcissa asked, and Minerva shook her head. "Right, he needs to be here," Narcissa said and bit her lip, thinking. Poppy stood there and nodded.
"I'll find him; it shouldn't be a problem for me to get the elves to help," Poppy said, and, giving Minerva a firm supporting squeeze on her shoulder, she turned and left the Potions classroom. With that, Narcissa and Minerva were left alone. Minerva just subconsciously rubbed her belly as Narcissa opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words.
"Well... I can't believe you took the title of first woman knocked up in Harry's Coven." Narcissa said Not sure what else to say, but just needed to smooth the tension even a little bit. Minerva scoffed out a laugh.
"Not by choice, just some... miracle?" Minerva said, not sure if that was the right word, given the tentative situation. "Harry's too young, despite how mature and wonderful he is, and all the other things we do, this is too far. He's not ready yet to be a father!" Minerva said, looking to Narcissa, who nodded readily.
"I know, he's incredible, but this is too much for him. Having a Son or Daughter before his second year..." Narcissa trailed off and just shook her head.
"I should..." Minerva nearly puked in her mouth as she even tried to suggest the most logical and heartless option. "Termin-"
"NO! Absolutely not!" Narcissa said firmly, "Not even entertaining the idea."
"Narcissa, it's the most-"
"Yes, I know it's the most sensible, not to mention the simplest option to our predicament! It protects Harry and completely erases the situation. But this is a miracle; we don't know why or how you got pregnant. For all we know, this could be your one and only chance at it! So no, I am not going to agree or let you even entertain the idea of... that!" Narcissa said, shutting down the argument.
"Then... what? We just let it happen, let Harry become a Father way too soon?" Minerva asked, and Narcissa just sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"Become a Father?" Both women whirled around to see Poppy's grimacing face and Harry's confused look. Minerva's heart began to hammer in her chest. Looking up his face, his lips, his eyes. And somehow knowing his seed had taken root inside her, that his and her child was growing within her womb, made her worries seem to melt, and jubilation took over.
Minerva went forward and knelt down in front of her lover, boyfriend, father of her yet-to-be-born child. Harry's confused expression didn't worry her as she cupped his face, and he did the same for her.
"Minnie? Is everything alright?" Harry asked about a concern that was so deep for her, his care, his kindness, and love.
"I'm... estatic Harry." Minerva said and leaned in to kiss him, which Harry happily reciprocated despite his confusion. "I have news, though, you remember the potion that the others take after sex?" Minerva said, rising and leading Harry to a chair so he could sit.
"Yes," Harry answered slowly, knowing about it.
"Well, as you know, I wasn't taking it at all. I didn't think I needed to, given how old I am." Minerva said, and Harry's eyes narrowed.
"You're not old!" He said firmly, and Minerva couldn't help the giggle that came from her.
"Thank you, my love. But I am old, much older than any of your other loves. Due to this, it was believed that I didn't need to take the anti-pregnancy potion. This is because after a certain age, Women aren't able to get pregnant anymore. Or at least they shouldn't be able to." Minerva explained, and she could already see the pieces falling in place for Harry as the gears in his head turned and followed her line of thought.
His eyes went wide, and then he glanced down at Minerva's stomach, then back to her face. No words were exchanged, just a simple affirmative nod from Minerva. Then, in a blur of motion, Harry wrapped himself around her neck, hugging her tight as Minerva gasped, but embraced him just as tightly.
"You're gonna be a Mum!" He said, laughing, his mind was whirling, of course. But beyond the confusion, he felt pure jubilation! Excitement and wonder, some deep, primal part of him awakened by the beautiful women around him and their many romantic interactions, howled deep in his soul with pride and joy. He should feel worried and scared about the idea. But all Harry felt was amazement!
The couple remained embraced for a moment, but a concerned look between Narcissa and Poppy meant it couldn't last.
"Harry, my love," Narcissa said, gently kneeling down. This was not how she wanted this reunion to go. "I understand how happy you are. This is truly amazing. But..." She struggled with the following words a bit, "You are simply too young for this, being a parent, a Father. It's an enormous responsibility that you shouldn't have to undergo at your age."
"But-" Harry began before Poppy cut in.
"Narcissa is right, Harry. We know you are smart, kind, mature, and incredible. But this is something else entirely." Poppy explained. "It's simply not the best time right now."
Minerva took a deep breath as she listened to Narcissa and Poppy. She knew they were right; hell, she knew it the second she heard Poppy say she was pregnant.
"Harry, I'm sorry, but they are right. Despite everything, we think it's best if you grow up just... just a little more before this." Minerva said, holding her belly, and Harry looked between them and frowned.
"But, it's already happened. You're having a baby!" Harry said that fact was painfully obvious to all of them.
Regardless of what they said or how they felt, that reality would not change. Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Transfigurations Professor, was impregnated by her first-year boyfriend. And any discussion of possible termination was swiftly dismissed. So, regardless of how they felt or what the best course of action was, that was the inevitable situation. Minerva was pregnant, and the Baby would be here within months.
"How far along is she?" Narcissa asked.
"By my estimations, somewhere between just four weeks, which explains why her morning sickness bouts have only now hit her," Poppy said.
"Morning sickness?" Harry asked, and Poppy sighed, again easily forgetting that Harry was just an eleven-year-old boy despite everything. He might have had a surface-level understanding of pregnancy and reproduction, but not any more than any other boy his age, despite his prowess in sex.
"Yes, Harry, you see when a woman gets pregnant in the early stages, it may cause an imbalance in her system, such as rising Hormones. It will also cause other changes, such as cravings and mood swings." Poppy explained.
"I'll say, when I had Draco, I craved nothing but sour things, the more sour the better." Narcissa supplied, and Harry looked to Minerva with a silent question.
"Well, I can't say I've been craving anything food-wise yet, only in... physical intimacy," Minerva said, and Harry nodded.
"I did think you wanted more attention than normal." Harry thought, and that made the woman flush as she nudged him playfully.
"Yes, but many factors can cause changes during a pregnancy, but since this is Minerva's first, some of them won't play a factor here."
"Regardless, since she's only four weeks along, she shouldn't start showing until... ten weeks?" Narcissa said, and Poppy shook her head.
"More like twelve weeks, she'll have a slight bump before then, starting at about eight weeks, but it won't be as noticeable. But to be safe, we need to figure something out within four weeks. If we get to week twelve and she starts noticeably showing, then there are going to be questions," Poppy said. Minerva huffed as she sat in a chair, and Harry sat next to her, taking her hand.
"It's not as if it isn't known I have a lover," Minerva said, gesturing to herself with her reinvigorated body and skin.
"Yes, Minnie, but when the Baby is born, there are going to be questions. Especially if he has Harry's Gorgeous eyes." Narcissa said.
"Or Dark wild hair," Poppy added.
"Quite, now I don't think anyone outside of those in the know would even guess it would be Harry. However, the possibility is not zero, and I will not leave that to chance. Because if even one percent of those that make the connection just on appearances alone are the wrong people..."
"It would spell trouble for all of us, and Harry." Poppy finished Narcissa's statement.
"Well, can't you hide it? Like with a illusion or that ring you gave her our first night together?" Harry asked, and Narcissa thought about it.
"That's possible, yes, but could break. Illusions and magic that are meant to fool people's senses do not last terribly long, not without a strong conduit to contain and supply endless magic to it." Narcissa said.
"Right, and if the Illusion was on me, it would cause my magic to fluctuate in response to it at times, and magic fluctuation in a witch's pregnancy can cause problems for the baby's own developing magic core," Minerva said.
"Okay... then what can we do?" Harry asked, looking between the three women he loved.
"About what?" A voice said, and all of them turned to see Nymphadora at the door.
"Wotcher, Ladies, and Harry," Nymphadora said, stepping into the room and shutting the door.
"Dora! What are you doing back so soon?" Harry asked, smiling, to her despite the situation he was in.
"I decided to come back early, it's just a week and my fingers just ain't cutting it any longer, you know?" She said teasingly before looking at the strained expressions of the older women. "And I feel like I've stepped into something important and sensitive?" Nymphadora guessed, and Poppy sighed before explaining the situation.
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"What?"
"Yes, Tonks, I'm pregnant, and no, it shouldn't be possible, and now we're trying to figure out a plan for how to deal with it," Minerva explained as the shocked Teen got her bearings on the news that had just hit her. Nymphadora then turned to look at Harry, who just smiled a small smile.
"Only you could've knocked up a woman who should be impossible to knock up!" Nymphadora said, laughing. "But I don't get it? Why all the seriousness? This is a good thing!" She said.
"Yes, it's an amazing thing, but not right now. Tonks, the whole reason we take the potion is because not only is it not the best time to have children, but Harry is also far too young to be a father!" Poppy said, and Nymphadora nodded.
"Okay, yes. But it's happened, and you can't exactly un-pop the bun in the oven." Nymphadora said.
"We realize that, but how about the pregnancy itself? How will it be explained? The birth, the care of the child?" Narcissa said, listing off just a few things that go into a pregnancy.
"Well, it's not like we don't have a free hand to take care of it, I'm sure Cordelia would help," Nymphadora said.
"And when people start asking why Cordelia Parkinson is suddenly so willing to take care of Minerva McGonagall's Baby?" Poppy asked, and Nymphadora took the bait at that.
"Fair point," Nymphadora said, and Harry put a hand on hers.
"Thanks for helping Dora, really," Harry said, and Nymphadora nodded. Then perked up suddenly as she snapped her fingers.
"Oh, what about pausing it?" Nymphadora suddenly suggested, and that got everyone to go quiet.
"I'm sorry, Pausing it?" Poppy asked, looking at her apprentice with an 'Are you serious?' look.
"Yeah, my Mum came home talking about it. In the enchanters' circle, apparently, there is this new study on possible pausing pregnancies! It was suggested and commissioned by some Pureblood lord. Basically, he would want to be able to find a way to pause a pregnancy until a more advantageous time to let the birth happen." Nymphadora said.
The ladies and Harry took a moment to absorb that. And while it made Narcissa's stomach churn with disgust, considering the original intent, it would be perfect for them. If they could stop Minerva's pregnancy just until Harry was older and they were in a stronger position, then it would be nearly perfect. If it worked.
"Andromeda told you about this?" Narcissa asked, and Nymphadora nodded.
"Oh yeah, Mum and I talk about her work all the time, it's her way of trying to get me to become an enchantress like her instead of an Auror," Nymphadora explained.
"And did Andromeda give it any credence? Or was it just a rumor?" Poppy asked.
"She's actually acquainted with the Enchanter who was commissioned to work on it. However, his mother was Muggle-born, and he and his mother faced discrimination and hardships during the war, so he only put in a token effort and told the Lord it was impossible. Mum went through his notes and what he did and, well, she says that in theory it could be possible."
"Then that's perfect. If we can freeze Minnie's pregnancy, then that solves all the problems, right?" Harry said, jumping up.
"In theory, yes, but Harry, we're not sure it would work after all. There was no effort put into the research," Poppy said.
"But with Andromeda's help, it could be! I'm sure we could convince her! She's your Mum, and your sister!" Harry said, looking at Nymphadora and Narcissa.
"That she is..." Narcissa said as gears turned in her head. Andromeda lost Ted nearly five years ago. And since then, she's mended her relationship with her sister by leaps and bounds, and she knew that Andromeda was not dating anyone.
"This would be the best option," Narcissa said as she leaned against the table. "Especially with what has happened with the Parkinsons," Narcissa said, and with the Pregnancy situation, everyone had forgotten about Narcissa's Holiday mission. She explained herself, going through what had happened and what she had found.
"Well, I didn't expect I would like Lord Parkinson in any way, but it's new for me to hate a man I've never met," Poppy said.
"Ditto." Nymphadora and Harry said at the same time. "Nice." They said again, high-fiving.
"So the Contract is bound in the earth and protected by a water spirit, in the form of a horse." Minvera summarized. "The process sounds, Gaelic in origin; I am not familiar with it," Minerva said.
"But I bet Andromeda could figure it out!" Harry said confidently.
"Yes, among my sisters, she was by far the most adept at enchanting and occult study. If anyone could figure this out, it would be her, and for now, I would only trust her. Plus, with what you've said, Tonks, she's even more of a valuable ally and Coven sister to us."
"Yeah, but how do we get her and Harry to hook up. My Mum might be lonely without my dad around, but she doesn't exactly have a burning need to get laid." Nymphadora said.
"We're not using the potion," Poppy said quickly with narrowed eyes.
"No, we won't, that was something else. The potion has an unforeseen side effect. At the beginning of the break, I went through a sort of withdrawal. I believe it was caused by the potion. I was writing to you, Tonks, to see if you had any issues."
"Right, I never got a chance to write back to you. Well beyond just a normal amount of randyness, I wouldn't say I was frothing at the mouth for Harry's cock." Nymphadora said, Sure, she might've diddled herself nightly, but it wasn't like she was mad or anything Narcissa described.
"I have been exposed to far more of the potion, especially experimental versions, during its development. It would be safest to not use it."
"Then, how am I supposed to woo Andromeda? The only women I haven't had help from the potions are you, Cissa, and Cory, but she was already looking for love." Harry said. Minerva smiled and gently held Harry close.
"You, my love, can make any woman fall in love. Of that I am sure. Plus, you have power we don't fully understand, don't forget that." Minerva said.
"Right, you're able to share your emotions and let them flow into others. You've used it before, subconsciously at least." Poppy said, and Minerva knew all too well that was true, remembering their earliest stages of the relationship. Where Harry's desires and ideas would flow into her and even influence her.
"Don't don't yourself, stud, I bet you'll have my mum shaking for it before you're done," Nymphadora said with a wink.
"We have a month to come up with a plan. Eight weeks by the latest to get Andromeda into the Coven." Narcissa surmised that, in truth, she had hoped that she would be able to convince Harry and the others that her sister would be the best addition to the Coven. When she saw that ritual in Parkinson's memories, her first thought afterward was that her sister could lift or break it.
While helping find a solution that was acceptable for Minerva's pregnancy, which was not on her radar at all, it was fortuitous that the pieces fell in place.
"Great, now not to be the girl that's unable to read the room but... while I didn't go through withdrawals or anything, I am positively aching for Harry right now," Nymphadora said, pulling him close and smothering his face happily with her breast. "So if you don't mind, I want some time with our little breeding stud," Nymphadora said playfully, and it would seem her energy rubbed off on the group. Now with a clear plan in mind, Minerva's pregnancy didn't seem so daunting.
"Yes, well, I suppose a little celebration is appropriate now, since we have a course of action." Poppy relented, smiling, and Minerva joined her as the nerves melted away, and she was practically glowing.
"I'm Pregnant!" She suddenly cheered, pulling Harry from Nymphadora, who pouted. She then kissed him deeply and pulled him flush to her body.
"Yes, though ladies don't get any funny ideas, never forget to take your potions," Poppy added on as the horny Minnie began to strip Harry's clothes along with her own.
"Hey now, you already got knocked up by him! Spread the love!" Nymphadora whined, pulling Harry back, only this time she had pulled up her shirt so he could latch onto her nipple, making her moan and hold his head.
Harry, though, was not just going to be pulled around, so he decided to push Nymphadora to her chair.
"Oh, Harry, are you going to ravage me? You gonna breed my sexy Teen cunt?" Nymphadora asked, spreading her legs and showing that under the skirt, her black grunge pantyhose had a hole cut in them with no panties. Leaving her soaking slit free for penetration.
"Yes." Harry groaned as he quickly shook off her pants, leaving him nude now, and rushed to Nymphadora. She was so wet that slipping into her was a quick and deep action. And just like always, Nymphadora's womb seemed to lower just so it could suck in Harry's cock. It felt particularly ravenous.
"Oh, Harry!" Nymphadora moaned low and rumbling as her boy lover began to power into her pussy. Nymphadora was a bit of a cheater; her subconscious mind and conscious mind were finding harmony in the pursuit of pleasure with Harry. Her powers molded her insides perfectly to his cock, just right, perfectly tight, shaped, and deep.
As Harry got to pounding his Teen girlfriend hard and deep, the scent and sound of sex permeating through the classroom, Narcissa went over to Minerva and got behind the woman and began playing with her tits.
"You lucky Slut, I wanted to get knocked up first!" Narcissa said, teasingly tugging on Minerva's nipples, making the pregnant woman moan.
"N-Not my plan!" Minerva gasped as Narcissa played with her. Then, she gasped again when Poppy suddenly got between her legs.
"Don't give me that look, you think Harry's the only one that knows how to go down on a cunt?" Poppy asked, and with a smirk, she dove in. Minerva mewled and moaned as Narcissa played with her breast and kissed her neck, and Poppy lavished her pussy with attention.
"Dora! I missed you so much!" Harry groaned deeply as Nymphadora wrapped him up with her legs as he thrusted into her.
"Me too, oh next Christmas we'll do it together. You can have Mum and me, and Aunt Cissa all there!" Nymphadora breathed out, gasping and panting as Harry's plunging cock hit her in all the right spots. She then grinned. With Minerva's situation, she got a bit of a naughty idea. With a bit of focus, she moaned deeply as her belly began to swell up.
Harry's thrust sputtered for a moment, going still inside her clenching tunnel as he watched as Nymphadora's belly ballooned out, becoming round and taught.
"Dora?" Harry asked as the Teen, now with a round belly, swollen breasts, and hot pink and red hair, smiled at Harry.
"Oh, you knocked me up so good, Harry! You bred my womb so hard!" Nymphadora said lavishly as she used her legs to squeeze Harry to continue his plunder. And after a moment of stunned silence from Harry, something truly ignited; he swore that his cock somehow got harder. He began his thrusts again, this time in earnest, marveling at the sight of her Nymphadora's pseudo-pregnant belly bounce and jiggle as he pounded her pussy.
"You...! Naughty slut!" Harry said, and it made Nymphadora shiver.
"Oh yes, Big boy! I'm so naughty, fuck your Naughty, pregnant, Teen girlfriend!" Nymphadora said wantonly, eagerly taking and encouraging Harry's renewed pounding. Nymphadora then squeaked as a pair of hands found her swollen breast and pinched it. Looking up, she found Narcissa grinning down at her.
"Nice trick, but trust me, nothing will beat the real thing." Narcissa breathed out, pinching and twisting Nymphadora's nipples, and the Teen began shaking, a powerful Orgasm hitting her as she was double-teamed. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around Harry's pulsating and plunging shaft. Her clear girl-cum sprayed from the tight seal of her pussy lips as she screamed out her pleasure.
Harry growled with desire as he felt her spasming cunt around his cock, and followed close behind her. Then, with a pleasurable throb, his cock erupted into Nymphadora's eager womb, as the cervix sealed itself around his head and drank in every drop of his seed into Nymphadora's ballooned womb.
Looking on at the scene, Minerva couldn't help but rub her own belly. She didn't have the ability to alter her physical body on a whim like Nymphadora, but she could imagine it. Imagine her belly round and big, as Harry would kiss it while gently thrusting into her soaking pussy. Then she shuddered, her toes curling as Poppy nipped on her clit just right and made Minerva cream all over her face.
Minerva panted as she caught her breath while Poppy rubbed and prodded her pussy, examining it.
"When the time comes, I don't think you'll have any issues with delivering the Baby," Poppy said as she sat next to Minerva, who let out a breathy giggle.
"Thank you for that observation," Minerva said and looked down, still cradling her stomach. "I'm Pregnant." She said, no matter how many times she said it, it still felt like a surreal fantasy.
"Yes, you are you lucky Slut." Poppy said mirthfully as Minerva looked over to the scene of Nymphadora, with her pseudo-pregnant form now bouncing on Harry's lap as he lay on the table with Narcissa grinding her sex onto his mouth.
"I think we all are," Minerva said, leaning back. Was it scary? Not really all that much anymore. Sure, the idea they had was only a Theory at the moment and nothing concrete, unfortunately, but it was their best option.
Termination was never going to be an option, Minerva knew that in her core. Even if she had tried suggesting it. But regardless, whether it's a few months from now or a few years, if this theoretical ritual worked, she'd be holding her Baby. A Baby she never dreamed of ever having, and she made it with a boy who had captured her heart.
After Nymphadora came a second time and took another load of Harry's spunk, she finally slipped off. She slumped into a chair, not changing her body back just yet. Narcissa looked right keen on jumping Harry's rod next, but Minerva approached. Usually, she'd sit back and wait, but this time, she just needed a little connection.
"Sorry, Cissa, you can go right next," Minerva said as she climbed onto the table and hovered over Harry. Narcissa huffed but nodded.
"Fine, but only cause you get the pregnant pass. I think I want Harry all to myself anyway, so I'll be patient for now." Narcissa said, kissing Harry's face and leaving the Father and Mother to their romance.
"Hi," Minerva said, her dark locks with hints of grey making a curtain around her face. Her vibrant, stormy grey eyes connected with Harry's emerald orbs. In that moment, the eleven-year-old boy she hovered over became a young man. She could see it, his maturity, his kindness, and bravery. That naughty, mischievous glint he got sometimes in his eyes. That wild, untamed hair, he was perfect.
"Hi," Harry greeted back with a smile, his hands rubbing up and down the beautiful dame's thighs. The knowledge that Minerva had their Baby, growing right now in her womb. He didn't understand it entirely, but some primal part in him clicked and saw her as if she were a radiant light.
"You got me pregnant, young man." She said in a false little teasing tone, like she was admonishing a child. But Harry was no child, not to her or any of the Coven.
"I did," Harry said, a flutter in his chest and a flush on his face. Minerva smiled and slowly descended onto his twitching member, slowly sheathing it within her. As she did, she leaned down to kiss him.
"Harry, I never thought I would have children," Minerva said as she began to slowly grind and gyrate her hips, a loving and sensual rhythm as she gasped and spoke. "I never thought I would fall in love, but I did with you. Oh, Harry, you've given me so much!" She moaned as she rode him, filled with love and affection.
"You deserve it, Minnie, you're so incredible. Smart and beautiful, you'll be a great mom!" Harry said something that made Minerva shiver when he called her a mom. It was so right and good.
"I wish... I wish I could have this Baby now." Minerva moaned as she began to lift herself, adding a bounce to her ride. "But..." she gasped, and Harry picked up where she left off.
"I'm too young... I know. But it will happen! When I'm older and even more Mature, I'll be there! Always, Minnie!" Harry said his voice full of zeal and conviction. Minerva mewled softly as she began to pick up the pace slightly. Her rhythm is still slow and sensual, but with a much more bouncy quality to it.
"One day, Harry, you'll be the most amazing Father!" Minerva gasped out as she began to twist her hips just right for Harry's cock to stir her up.
"Yes, one day, Harry," Narcissa said, going to his side and kissing his cheek.
"When you're older, but not quite yet," Poppy added, going to his other side and kissing his neck and down his arm.
"You're just fine where you are, enjoy the ride," Nymphadora added, getting to his head and putting it on her lap as Harry enjoyed the slow buildup of pleasure Minerva was providing for both herself and him.
And Harry just nodded, smiled, and moaned. He might not get it, but he knew they were right. The idea of being a dad excited him, and the concept of a family brought him pure elation. But regardless of his Coven, or how mature he might be for his age. He was still just a first-year student and eleven years old.
So as Minerva hilted down as a gentle, but no less powerful orgasm rolled through her shuddering form, Harry grunted and joined her in bliss. His cock is pumping his thick semen into her already fertilized womb, making her moan deeper and kiss him. They remained joined, enjoying the ride of their climaxes as they kissed. When they began to come down, they separated panting, and Harry looked around his Coven, his women, his loves, and smiled.
"One day."