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Chapter 32: Platform 9 ¾
“Plans tend to never work exactly as one envisions. Now sometimes this is for the better and others it can turn into a complete disaster. One has to be prepared to minimize the fallout of a plan as well as take advantage of any possibilities it allows during and after the fact. There are plenty of books on such matters including strategy among other things. I personally do not doubt that the House of Li didn’t have a spy among Sun Tzu’s forces as it makes perfect sense considering how successful he was and with the legacy of thought that he left behind. Although, I do doubt that they didn’t keep some of the wisdom from that among other things secret. Now what does all of this mean, well it means that you really didn’t think this through, but you always were a bit too impulsive for this house.” MN HJP confided to Cho Chang after the last tolerable idiotic plan she had tried.

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The group managed to stagger their departure from the train. It would not do for the suspicious to see them in a large group after all. Dora had to officially have no male friends and the female ones had to be very heavily vetted or her mother Andromeda Tonks nee Black would have suspected her plan for overly safeguarding her daughter were doomed. Andromeda seemed to forget some of the more pertinent points of her own time at school, and thus as she had been there as a pureblood with the appropriate level of protection had become unaware of the exact extent of how much she had endangered her daughter with her attempts to protect and shelter her from the darker aspects of her blood.

The others had their own issues and Penny did not wish to bring complications even as she would be most likely spending the summer truly and deeply analyzing her own situation. She was in fact along with Hermione the most likely ones to pass Andromeda’s look over. Besides, Harry had plenty of people to talk to and even more not to be seen with for their own safety. He could not show up with Hermione if Dora was there as even if he tried to fully suppress his manner of walking that Andromeda would most likely notice at least some of the particular body language between them and that was without his more traditional gate and bearings.

Harry had informed them all that it would be bad if he were revealed to have claimed his inheritance in its entirety especially claiming more than one Ancient and Noble House. Dora was at risk of her mother forbidding their interaction if she suspected that her daughter was anywhere near as precocious as she had been, and it likely would take pulling rank and revealing he had already drawn Dora back into the Black family if she pushed things. Hermione was a thinker and for the most part had fallen into the role of his right hand while Alice even in Surry was by those who knew of her his left hand. Dora was as fanatic to Harry as Bella had been to Voldemort before Harry had severed that tie and reinstalled the former enforcer into his own control.

That was one reason that even though he had started to reestablish the traditional ties with Neville and his family that he was avoiding meeting Dame Longbottom. The matriarch would be able to notice the way they interacted and see Dora for how she really was with him. It would take time to get Neville to see that Bella Black was not responsible for the situation with his parents and his godmother in particular. Sure, they had talked a little bit and well, he was the only male friend he really had in the school, but Neville hadn’t confided in him the particulars about his past even though Harry already knew about it. Harry had noticed the relief that had been present in his friend’s manner when he learned that the Lestrange Brothers had perished in Azkaban and thus they were removed from his memories as concerns. Still Bellatrix Lestrange haunted the boy’s dreams even if he didn’t recall the specifics. Harry had discovered when the boy had dozed off when they had dragged him into studying about that and the two main factors in his friend seeming to have been mistaken for a squib like Filch.

It was unfortunate that the situation had resulted as it had in the boy’s grandmother trying to mold him into an image of his father Frank, but he supposed that was not that strange as the loss of a child and as Neville looked as much like his father as Harry had James thus it seemed natural to superimpose the nature of one on the other. As much as it galled Harry, Snape was the same way with both of them in that regards even if Severus despised James more than Frank. It was mostly in part to the mind shocking terror that his suppressed experience in trying to delve into Harry’s mind that he was left alone in potions. Neville was nowhere near as lucky and it only would have been worse if they had shared the same class that first day.

He didn’t know how to bring up the problems with the boy’s grandmother and guardian; therefore, Harry and his entourage would avoid entangling Neville into their problems until they could deal with the problems. He was disappointed that they hadn’t realized that the bumbling of from what he had so difficultly acquired of Gildroy Lockheart Obliviating an infant’s memories would disrupt things. The famous author and so-called expert at Defense Against the Dark Arts had been not an Auror but an Obliviator during the recent dark times. That alone made the proclaimed Boy-Who-Lived suspicious about his time since then as well as wishing to express his displeasure in how his god-brother and godmother had been treated. Malfoy had although through some luck or other only been publically vicious to him at one breakfast since he had not risen to the bait as Weasley had done.

These things and other concerns passed through his mind as he watched most of his friends trickle off until he was with Susan and Hannah leaning somewhat spent against each other. He would have to catch up to Hermione later and do some other things after ensuring that the Tonks family did not suspect his corruption of their daughter. His rather affectionate Hufflepuff girls snuggled against him as he waited for more of the other passengers to create the illusion that he had been far away from his real guests.

Still there somewhat sated and blissful looks even as he noticed they were still savoring that last milking of his somewhat tingling in recovery seed would likely put even the famed and formidable Head of the DMLE to some uncertain footing. Looking down he noticed that his hands had pulled the two nuzzling and rubbing against him girls to him and that they were slightly fondling their cute and so demanding of attention regardless of caresses of firm spanking cheeks. It was almost tempting to leave his hands there and strut out with the two molded to him or possibly worse lead them around with his fingers hooked inside their still sensitive sexes. He could wait to do that when he didn’t have all the concerns he did now even if it would be about as affective at pole axing the establishment and further putting his first meeting on a tilt.

“Now my darlings,” Harry said with what had begun to shock him real affection to them. “We can't loiter on the train much longer and Susan you do have to introduce me to your delightful aunt. I do not think she would react well to being surprised by running into each other when we are visiting our mutual acquaintance this summer. If you are real good girls, we might have some fun with this and who knows possibly indulge those kinks of yours and get her all flustered.”

The look he got from them almost tempted him to ensure that the socially above reproach lady discovered them in the act just because it would cause the two in front of him to pass out from the thrill. Still he would have to let them walk away in front of him and that would allow his gaze to linger on their delightfully swaying derrieres. It was true of most of them already, but his girls were going to all be ones where you hated for them to go even if you loved to watch them leave. Susan would have likely been the sort of girl that Malfoy and his ilk as well would have kept solely to miss appreciate her firm and proud attributes while Hannah would have been sought out for her assets. They had lucked out to be sorted Hufflepuff although he didn’t doubt that someone who’s father had bribed and gave lip service to having been under the Imperious would not have found a way to remove the protections of the loyal house.

He really would need to get a good spy into Slytherin the next year even if he suspected that with the cloak and Slytherin’s Parseltongue access that he could easily ensnare one. Shadow and Night had been excellent reconnaissance tools already even if he was reluctant to let Kiki near the dungeons at this time. He could already see the calamity and carnage if he did so allow it. The only problem with his and his apprentices gained ability to speak was that any of the more fanatic light wizards would see this as a means to limit their potential.

‘I think it was just jealousy that Parseltongue users are almost only rivaled by metamorphmagus in their ability to pleasure their lovers,’ Harry said as he walked down the barely occupied corridor with his hands happily warming the girl’s behinds while their chests were pressed against him. ‘We both have dexterous tongues that can reach and stimulate so delightfully. It seems a shame that British wizards are almost as bad as Italian ones in their current disdain for lingually pleasing their ladies. The British since they almost are as bad as the Victorian Muggles were with their lay back and think of queen and country in regards to satisfying witches instead of just their own pleasure while the Italian wizards seem to consider it a dirty thing since if a male is willing to do that he likely wouldn’t turn down sucking a dick as well. Such strange notions people have.’

Shaking his head at that, Harry looked down towards where they were resting their somewhat flushed heads against his chest. He gave a quick searching before smiling and gently placing a kiss on each of their foreheads while his hands gave them both an affectionate squeeze pressing them closer to him. The look of absolute devotion he saw in their eyes almost scared him for a moment even though he had slowly become accustomed to seeing it from his claimed witches. The sudden flare of lust when his hands shifted to give them a fond caress returned his afterglow grin, which caused their returned lust not to subside but to remain present in their eyes and walk.

“Don’t worry, I will be just a little but behind you both,” Harry reminded them even if the sudden pout of having to let go of him and he of them. “No pouting now or I will send you off with more than a quick swat!”

They jumped into him before springing back when he did just that to them. They looked at him embarrassed before stepping off onto the platform. Their trunks were shrunk and in his pockets anyways. Why push and heave when magic worked just as well and Hermione could have her won trunk re-enlarged along with Dora’s before they stepped out into King’s Cross Station. It was somewhat disappointing that most of the first years and even the older students had such boring trunks with at most hidden compartments or just enlarged ones. The trunks similar to the wheeled bags the muggles were using at airports and even some train stations made more sense than heaving heavy wood chests should have caught on to teenagers if not self shrinking and plenty of privacy charms.

“I will be just a few minutes, Su,” Harry slightly whispered while Su Li suddenly appeared with a pout next to him. “Besides, your parents already agreed to visiting your home so why not one of mine. It does seem reasonable and logical after all.”

His still rather worked up Asian lover sagged a bit at what he said and just when she thought she could sneak up on him as well. She was a Li and besides being scholars and warriors of renown, they were normally the ones pulling off the mysterious magician role. She tended to occasionally watch the bad movies about ninja to laugh at their poor attempts to blend in compared to history. Her family could fit in anywhere and could go unnoticed. It was frustrating that after all that effort her skills were owned. She really had to stop talking with the stranger family members and their strange slang with regards to their electronic works.

“You are getting very good at that master,” Su said with a slight sway as she tried not to tear up at how disappointed she was that she as his servant had failed to be properly hidden. “Still it would not hurt to pass my school things over to them as I doubt I will need much tonight and can floo there when you are done with me for now. I swear you could sneak up on House Elves already with how silent you are, and you probably can notice them when they try not to be noticed. It took me years of practice to be this good and you spot me so easily!”

Su looked at him with about the same expression as a soaked puppy trying to beg for something. He hadn’t even turned around to see that and had only used that out of the corner of the eyes look that he thought should have been used more in spy films. Sure, he had his own little habits and even with how serious he was there was just something about the stories that sung to him. He had been hoping that his family had done that before he had found out anything other than the Dursley’s lies about being unemployed drunks leeching off the hard working people who died in a car crash. Harry supposed all orphans wanted their parents to have done something important, and it was just his fault that they had even if it was more being Dumbledore’s sacrificial pawns.

Harry at least knew that his mother owned Snape in potions and charms before he had spit in the face of their childhood friendship. He probably would see if it was possibly to kick the man’s balls into his hairy ass especially if he found out the walking cesspit of hypocrisy had gained his real standing from stealing her work, but he had more important things to do right now than dwell on such an inconsequential walking dead man. He would have to decide eventually who would be the one to remove the stain of Snape from the world; however, that could wait until his plan was closer to fruition especially since part of him wished for his resurrected mother to be the one to leave him to bleed out in the end.

“Don’t be so upset, my pet,” Harry said with a slight snicker at his servant’s fit of emotions. “I do have a few advantages after all and it seems quiet upsetting that people think that merely being invisible will conceal them. Even muggles rely on more than just seeing a person, and as magicals, we have other ways to discern things. You also forgot to conceal your sent after I cleaned things up and you were thinking again for starters.”

“I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised,” Su said as she looked around and at where her feet were. “At least I didn’t forget to cover up any foot prints I could make or indentations of standing there. My cousin had a rather humorous story about rookie Aurors and the like overlooking something so simple. There was also the fact that I did use a modified spell to muffle my movements, but I think you have an advantage you haven’t informed me about, my master.”

“So true, but why should I do so when it can come in advantage later,” Harry said as his eyes swept over the mingling groups on the platform. “I think that is enough of a head start and you should pass those concerns to your father and the rest of the house. I will see you after I bid the Grangers welcome. They are an interesting sort and there is more going on than they let on as well. I wonder if Vincent will want to have a talk while we are in France.”

“Perhaps he will, or it could be that history is repeating itself in some ways,” Su said as she thought about it. “I do not know him, but things are more often far more complicated than one would think. It is not unlikely that June didn’t experiment considering when she was growing up even if most of our generation has no desire to believe our parents did anything that had to have happened. Still I suppose there are some that aren’t so disturbing to think about while there are some that are downright revolting.”

“June and Vincent are what did that guy say cool like that,” Harry said as he shifted a bit to the door. “Now the Dursleys are the type I seriously wish had been after these artificial inseminations became more common. They are just disgusting to picture in anything but the most obscuring of dress, Dudley and Vernon especially. I think some of my childhood memories are suppressed from before they made me clean myself. There is a difference between chubby and killer whale or walrus in form. It would be annoying to have my retribution denied because the two died of heart attack or other things like that; however, I would have to live with it if that happened. Now enough dawdling we have things to do, places to go, and people to see even if you preferred another permutation of those phrases.”

“My master really is getting a bit less cold and obsessive,” Su said with a giggle as she shifted toward exiting near her family. “Although his sense of humor is a bit off at least it is there now. Quick to settle things and then master will ravish me thoroughly as a reward for my difficult duties.”

Harry stepped out a bit away from where he saw Susan and Hannah holding each other and moving towards a somewhat stern and space causing woman. Her hair was at least not in the tight and elderly manner that McGonagall seemed to likewise employ. As he moved, he could feel Su heading towards her family. Well he was aware of Dora and Hermione as well, but his eyes had pretty much stayed on the two swaying asses that were almost moving in unison since they had stepped away from him. It was in his mind’s eye that he had added a near range radar for his ladies and at least directional outside of that distance. Harry didn’t need as much effort to use such tricks since he had started to further delve into the mind aspects of his art, as it was interesting and oddly related to how he could drink the memories of ghosts already.

Hanging closer to the train still, Harry watched and slowly walked a distance from Hannah and Susan as they approached Madam Bones. They were well in his hearing range and it only took a bit to suppress the other noises to focus on what they were saying. He doubted that Susan or Hannah would talk first since they had been almost treating his present like a favored candy to slowly fill their mouths with the flavor of for as long as possible.

“Hello, Susan,” Amelia Bones said as she smiled as her niece and her friend quickly walked but did not run to hug her niece affectionately. “I know it has not been long, but it is good to see you again. How do you think you did on the exams? It is good to see you Hannah as well.”

Amelia gave Hannah a fond look before partially lifting Susan upward to give her an affectionate but chase kiss to her cheek instead of her forehead like some would do in public. This was England after all and it was more a French thing to kiss cheeks. Not even the Malfoys maintained that except for and between ladies, and they were a relatively new to the islands family even if they had some history across the channel. It was rather surprising that the younger purebloods were the ones that were crowing about their heritage while the ancient families seemed to have been whittled down over the past few dark lords.

“Hello Madam Bones,” Hannah said with a slightly slurred speech as she suddenly smirked as Susan used her and her aunt’s hair to hide the sudden shift from the affectionate kiss on the cheek to a quick on the lip with tongue depositing something to cause her aunty to suddenly widen her eyes at tasting and thus not noticing where her formerly shy niece’s hands wandered. “We did well both before and after. Don’t you think so?”

Before Amelia responded to her slurred words, the equally shy Hufflepuff friend of her niece shifted so that it seemed she got a similar peck on the cheek. The two girls smirked impishly as they watched the legendary hard case of an Auror and current Head deal with her niece and friend having snowballed her with a very potent and unnaturally deliciously addictive mouthful. Her shocked eyes saw the two girls’ smile, as they seemed to lick their suddenly sticky fingers. She felt a bit flushed and it was not just from the surprise present they had deposited in her un-expecting and now slowly savoring as she thought things over mouth.

Amelia was going to have to shake off her shock and regain composure, as it would be inappropriate to discuss what those two scamps had just done to her. it was now obvious to her that her young niece had been spending a lot of time exploring with her friend considering how quickly she had ignited the somewhat only recently sated witch’s needs. They definitely had things to talk about and the inappropriateness of trying to stroke her to discomposure or worse in public was one of them. There was a difference in how one acted in one’s home or even in the Sett at school. If she hadn’t had those lovers that Pomona had lent to her, Amelia would have had a difficult time not forgetting her decorum in public and her niece and Hannah likely would have dragged her down and treated her to a good seeing to with their fingers at the least.

“Yes, by the way you are acting I would say you did well on the tests and likely celebrated once you were able to do so,” Amelia said as she tried to figure out what had happened and the obvious tingling from the two copping a feel while she had been shocked by the kisses. “I believe you were going to introduce me to someone, Susan. We have much to talk about when we get home as it is, and we wouldn’t want your new friend to get lost or left behind here now would we?”

“Aw, but that would mean he would have to spend time at our house until he could get home,” Susan said with a hauntingly naughty pout as she tried to get one over on her delightful and protective aunt. “It would allow plenty of time to discuss things without all of the problems of such a public place. Why you could even ask some pointed and thorough questions until you were satisfied with the depth and duration of the probing.”

“I think you would enjoy that a lot as I know that we have especially the lingual examination being thoroughly exhausting,” Hannah said with a naughty grin as she attempted to look innocent. “Besides, he had helped us out with ensuring we did our homework and studied properly for our exams. I have to admit that he can be quite persuasive to encourage us to do our best, and I know that such strict enforcement of schedules with plenty of time for both work and relaxation allowed us to not burn out or be merely coasting through school. Ok, so it had the unintended effect of requiring that we grew up a bit and acted less childish especially with how we talked, but considering that we are friends with some Ravenclaws even more than some of our housemates that is not entirely unlikely to have occurred even with them not being part of any of the established cliques that they tend to form.”

The two girls were supporting each other as they had an obviously lethargic pair of legs, which made it obvious that her niece and friend at the very least had been very stretched, stimulated, and sated by their manner. Her experience in the Auror force did allow her to dissect what they were telling her similar to any other witness or suspect from her investigative days. Her mulling over the last bit of information did start to point out who this friend of theirs could be as well as reminding her why despite their supposed intelligence that the Department of Mysteries scooped the Ravenclaws more than her own department at times. Sometimes she really was grateful that most of them were self-contained as they had worse manners than the more eccentric Ravenclaws showed during their school years. Her own time there had some memories she would rather forget.

“I do recall some issues with that house when I went to school when I was your age, but they didn’t seem as likely to push forward better manners in social interactions as that is where we Hufflepuffs excelled at doing,” Amelia said as she wondered what shock who they were introducing her to would merit this careful thought out distraction or at least what appeared to be the case. “While I approve of such necessary developments, I was not expecting them for a few years yet more around OWL year to be honest. Unfortunately, all of this seems to me to be at least in part a distraction for who you wish to introduce me to today. As much fun as we are having with our pleasant conversation here, I would still like to get a good measure of this friend of yours, Susan, and Hannah considering as much time as you two spend together I have an interest in keeping you both safe and happy.”

“We know that Aunt Amelia, and we are very grateful for that since we heard about some parents that seem to wish for safety over everything,” Susan said before pulling Hannah into a group hug with her. “Ok, I think there are a few facts to ease your mind a bit about our mutual friend. First of all, he is not taking advantage of us in regards to our ages, as he is in our year yet at least as mature as we should be in our OWL year as you mentioned. Secondly, he had a very strange childhood before his letter and it led him to a lot of distrust in authority considering his parents will was ignored among other things. Thirdly, you likely will know him or of him and most of what is gossiped is far from the truth. With all that it should be obvious who it is and I will add that, he did confide to us something that will make things easier for us this summer. That particularly intriguing man you wished to have spent more time with your own in depth probing the other night will be hosting him for some tutorials over the summer. Besides, it should be obvious who it is if you use your Aurors experience to think things over.”

Amelia’s eyes widened as the pieces suddenly fit into place and if it was accurate than her Susan was in a very unique yet dangerous place in their world. She knew the Potters and so had her family before her, but any tactical information on how to interact with the heir of that family was mere speculation. There were rumors of where and what he had been doing while he was sequestered by Albus Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and officially acting as the Magical Guardian of one Harry James Potter. That little drop of information caused her to suspect that not everything was as it seemed, but that was something that she had long since taken for the state of things with her experiences in life. The bit with Nicolas Flamel would fit, but the almost offhand comment on the will amidst the rest set her off.

“Sorry we haven’t been properly introduced unless it was when I was but a mere innocent babe,” Harry said as he suddenly found himself yanked into the group hug which obscured him quite well with Hannah and Susan snuggled against him. “While we might not be that familiar as to have such a friendly greeting as you had with your lovely niece and our friend Hannah, I wonder if I might be so bold. Susan, do you think your aunt here would find it improper?”

“No Harry, I think my aunt has been wanting to meet you again for a while,” Susan said while smiling into the slightly swaying hug as she tried to find a covert way to have Harry imitate their quick and she had thought subtle and hidden communication with her Aunt Amelia. “I do believe that our parents were somewhat friends so it would not be really improper.”

“Thank you, Susan, as I said it is a pleasure to meet you Madam Amelia Bones,” Harry said from his close to her suddenly shuddering breasts before him as his girls did some exploration while she bit her lip to keep from moaning out. “We will have to talk later in much more depth. Of course, we will have that time when we visit our mutual acquaintance. I think that a comparative and cooperative discussion will be something we can all enjoy.”

Where her Susan and her Susan’s Hannah had stroked her fires once more as she fondly recalled her previous evening in its entirety, Harry Potter had almost caused her knees to collapse as she found her slight stretch from before far greater and his fingers were not just teasing but stroking along her sensitive spots. If she were much younger, she would have lost control and gone a mix of limp and taunt as his pressing fingers sent her from pleasant tingle to shuddering and even excessive soaking. His left hand was wrapped around her waist and in part, it was supporting her as her robe had flared and the three miscreants snuggled inside of it.

Amelia was grateful that they were practically obscured even if her instincts had reservations about all the other concealed locations. Her slight hunching over draped him quite well especially as the shadows seemed to deepen in the area around them. They were a bit away from both the barriers to King’s Cross Station and the floo access, so there was less chance of being discovered. That did not help that she was being held with what she now almost mistook to be a fifth year with one arm around her waist with that hand cupping her ass while his other was almost entirely flexing inside her almost too often neglected core. If it had not been for her brilliant time socializing with her future fellow alumnus, the over worked and neglecting her needs woman would have been on a hair trigger and have been more than just panting from the girls caressing.

She was a goner as soon as her innocent Susan unbuttoned her blouse and the boy’s hot mouth literally swallowed one of her already throbbing nipples before magically slipping the rest into his mouth while Hannah tried to do the same to her left. Her formerly naïve and purely childish niece used the opportunity to grab one of her cheeks while the other likely was either caressing her own or Hannah’s obviously slick slit. Part of her wanted to assert her self-confidence and independence as well as not allowing this boy to just ravish her, but the recently sated woman wanted more attention as her work hours had left her frustrated for too long. The maternal part shuddered that he could likely just shift about and take her here even if not throwing her against something and dominating her. The woman who was Amelia Bones realized that she would have to pry Susan and Hannah from him over not just his but there cold dead corpses if they felt even half as strongly as he was making her feel.

Her eyes swung down to look at where they were stimulating her so and she met his eyes. Amelia Bones stifled a gasp as he gripped her through her hard climax while his eyes seemed to bore into her very soul. His eyes were filled with many things, but the pure will in them reminded her of Nicolas and she could see what a force he would grow into in a few years. She had no doubt that Susan would not willingly part from this and she could see her point. She was practically shuffled into a shadowy nook and her back was maybe a few inches from the wall behind her. Through the spasms and shocking jolts of pleasure, Amelia doubted she would resist if he just took her here and now.

“As tempting as that would be, my good Madam Bones,” Harry suddenly whispered into her ear as she had bent down as he kept her in a firm pressing grip inside even while Susan took his place in humming on her sensitive nipple. “Neither of us would have time for more than a quick go and considering how Susan has talked about you that would be most unfriendly of me to cut things that short. We will just have to meet up with each other over the summer although I suspect that Nicolas will be entertaining you as well. I suppose I should let you catch your breath so we can talk and the train ride was full of rather strenuous exercise. It would be very unfair to use your current state to convince you of some things.”

“Oh… Merlin,” Amelia panted out as she felt his fingers twisting inside her shuddering and gushing sex. “Just let me catch my breath.”

It was obvious that she was really enjoying things even if Harry and the girls hadn’t been allowing her to breath between the rapid and relentless sensations slammed their full orgasmic force into her unprepared body. Harry knew he could have played this better, but even though he was rather relaxed and his libido had been pleasantly sated from the train ride, he was beginning to suspect that his experiments and other things were bringing out some aspects to his personality that he had previously kept a very iron will in containing.

That eventually dying in extreme pain traitor Snape had believed he was arrogant, but was it arrogance if he really was that good at things. Harry refused to allow himself to become a bully, but that did not mean he was above the human thrill of crowing out one’s superiority and will to power. It was a quirk he would have to somewhat contain as he had no wish to become a slave to this rush as had obviously been the case for the other three powers around him. Perhaps, he could limit to the rush of control in knowing he made these proud and powerful women shudder and submit willingly to his presence. Harry already was seeing that his collection was somewhat as much a responsibility as it was a pleasure. He was rather unwilling to succumb to the temptation of losing himself in an endless blissed out state even if the sexual activity and pleasures were very enjoyable.

All of these things went through his mind as he pressed firmly and drew a long shuddering if almost silent moan out while he felt his wrists dripping with her juices. Amelia was interesting as well as very useful and while she was older and he wouldn’t mind exploring things with her, he knew that it would mostly be for fun and no more binding than the casual encounters he was already aware his servants had arranged. His barely muggle girls back in Surrey did deserve a reward for all their hard work, but he was not really interested in allowing his girls to become so numerous that he was either in coitus or recovering. Still his predatory nature screamed at him to put this very useful woman under him and not just his thumb either.

‘Power without control is meaningless,’ Harry thought as he pushed down the animalistic urges to just push Amelia that short distance against the wall and have the girls slip him out and to make Susan be the one to place him to her aunt’s eagerly flowing sex. ‘The eventual fall of every so called Dark Lord or conceited dictator proves it. Even if claiming Amelia Bones would allow me to influence her to my side, I will not be as weak as to be controlled by my passions. I will be their master and revel in them when the time is right and available. I should really berate Hermione, Anne, and Alice for letting me see those movies even if the gaggle of girls found it odd for a boy not to see such things. If I ever find out that I am related closely to Dumbledore or Voldemort, heads will roll and not just from the neck.’

Harry spent a few moments with his eyes closed and practically drowning his enhanced sense of smell in her fragrance. While it helped remove the slight irritation from his face, it had given him a will challenging boost to his urges. Still it would be better to have some of those feelings in his eyes than some of his other thoughts. Sexual lust was a good thing to cover up his other predatory urges behind, and one did not reach her position without some sense of survival regardless of animal or human shaped predators.

“Of course, Madam Bones, oh and please call me Harry not Merlin alright,” Harry happily purred with an arousing voice and a smirk that made her buck into his holding hand. “I may have some mythical accolades already laid at my feet, but I prefer them to be things I have done and not just what people believe I have done. Now just calm down and we can have a nice discussion before I have to mingle with some more people. I do hope that our discussion already has not soured you to how things have been. Now girls ease up so we can talk as well, I highly doubt that your guardian will be accommodating that you are silent while using your tongue for that instead of interjecting some necessary facts.”

“Yes, Harry,” Susan sadly answered demurely even if she had wanted to pout about not acting out the obvious fantasy come to life here and now. “I suppose that means we should stop our finger fun as well, Hannah.”

“Aw, we are just keeping ourselves primed for later,” Hannah said with an over exaggerated pout yet still withdrew her now shining with juices finger. “We girls need to keep ourselves entertained especially when you get involved in your research, Harry.”

“That is true and don’t even think about licking those fingers clean, I saw you sampled Madam Bones here and also seemed very willing to pass some of my own flavor along to her so you might as well let her have the full sampling since I am as well,” Harry said as he withdrew his drenched hand with an audible slurp before starting to lick his fingers clean. “You taste wonderful Madam Bones. I can see where Susan gets that deliciously addictive flavor from, and I think Hannah will agree on the similarities.”

“Yes, I did notice, but I had planned to do a more exhaustive comparison,” Hannah said with a giggle as Amelia unthinkingly licked than slurped the two fingers clean off both girls’ hands. “Besides it would have been fun and you didn’t need to spoil it Harry.”

“I would have enjoyed it as well you know,” Susan said as she tried not to hungrily watch as her aunt unthinkingly suckled her fingers sending a shudder of pleasure through her body. “So would Aunt Amelia come to think of it, but that doesn’t mean we won’t double or triple check at least. You sure we can't just have you come home with us, Harry?”

“Unfortunately, I have commitments and you know that even if Madam Bones here would allow it,” Harry said with a promising smile. “Besides, I think you want to catch up some more still, and I believe you know how distracting I can be. It was quite difficult for you to study with me around let alone your friends, but you did quite well on it. Friends do look out and after each other.”

“Please call me Amelia at least when proper, Mr. Potter,” Amelia said with a flush as her body almost wanted her to spread herself and pull that obvious bulge to plunge into her slowly churning with desire sex. “Normally I would ask for the aunt or aunty in front of it, as while it is more familial not friendly considering how close our world is, but only require calling me Madam Bones when in my official capacity. You are right that good friends do look out and after each other, and I am grateful that Susan has more such friends.”

“Thank you, Amelia, and in similar situations you may call me Harry,” Harry said with an emphasis on her first name that made it seem as if he was tasting how it sounded which sent a shudder at the thought of him doing just that. “It is nice to have someone to help with the social niceties and necessary decorum’s. As such, I am hesitant to correct you, that Mr. Potter isn’t technically correct anymore. Despite what some people believe and hope, I am somewhat confiding in you that I have already ascended to my familial role and responsibilities, but outside of when needed I won't force you to call me by any of my titles.”

“Ah, I see so I don’t have to call you Lord Potter or those other things then,” Amelia said with a slight whimper as she saw his now clean fingers start to rebutton her blouse even if he did stop to give her an appreciative bit of attention. “So Harry then, I take it we don’t really have time for real conversations at this point and time, but I would be interested to know what it was that allowed you to ascend to your inheritance as well as what seems to be a questionable situation as you mentioned some irregularities with your parent’s will being executed.”

“Yes, aunty,” Susan chirped in from where she snuggled to her aunt while Hannah was now molding herself against Harry as they could switch back and forth a bit. “I may not be completely educated on such things, but you did do a very good job in ensuring I know what I need to know as well as some things you have mentioned in passing. It would be a crime for someone to interfere in the execution of a will, and that is without the strangeness in where Harry was placed.”

Amelia gave Harry a look at that as even if she had staggered back when Susan had snuggled against her to rest against the somewhat soothingly cool wall she had some of her mind not focused on how Hannah was fondling the boy in front of her. Susan was right that considering the very high priority that their world placed on the family, lineage and tradition that anyone doing such things would be very much in trouble, and that was without the firm relationship between heirs and the patrons and matrons of the houses. While some did go with the heir and spare as well as willingness to conceive a new one if the current proved defective, the Wizarding World did have a vested interest in the children more so at times than their muggle counterparts did.

Some things both societies had similar views on while others stronger or weaker ones. While corporal punishment did occur among the wizards, they did nothing that risked the existence and well-being of their children. Even the death eaters looked after their heirs or at least the non-squib males while the female siblings were used to strengthen ties and alliances. That did not mean that the whispered removal of squib children or unworthy ones for profit did not occur, but that most were safe until they were eleven and if they proved incapable of magic or too many daughters than things happened.

Regardless of where the family fell in the light-dark divide, the older families held the continuation of the family second perhaps to the honor of the family. Even in the dark families, some things were not born, and while incest was common enough, one did not rape family as it sullied the honor of the family. It was at times like this that Amelia wondered how strange the muggleborn found them while they did likewise. Still Harry was a very powerful figure at least politically, culturally and now economically if what she had learned was correct and Susan with Hannah could find a much worse friend if not match. Looking into his eyes, Amelia was not reminded of the school heartthrob James Potter, but of the powerful Lord Potter whom she had met as a much younger girl than Susan was now. James had removed panties with his rakish grin, while his father could still had even in his old age merely sweep his gaze to almost bring women to kneel before him.

Thinking on it as she felt her body cool a bit from the fire he had stoked past even the gentle burn those two precocious sudo daughters had elicited, Amelia realized that while most of those that talked about Harry compared him to James Potter. He was far more like Lord Charlus Potter. Even though the man had been in an arranged marriage and had a son rather late, he had still been a man she respected even if his wife had doted on James so much. She could still recall that her first true sexual dream had been after she had those eyes fixed to hers.

Thinking back to how she had been back then, Amelia doubted that if he had even motioned that she would not have as obediently kneeled before him and let him do whatever he had wanted back then and his grandson was not far from the same instinctive actions. After meeting those eyes with that force behind them, Amelia would find it hard to remember to call him Harry and not Lord Potter let alone slipping to the generic milord or submissively prostrating herself while calling him my lord even as her head swum with memories, dreams and fantasies overlapping. If Hannah did manage to fish his hard and long cock out of his trousers than with that look she would be that little girl again, and this time even her experience and lack of naïve innocence would not be able to stop her anymore than she had when under the forceful presence of Nick.

“Strangeness… how so was it strange, Susan?” Amelia asked as she tried not to superimpose the two men her past and present over the others or she had to worry about someone discovering her greedily swallowing what the Lord Potter offered. “I do agree in the interference and can only speculate it was due to threats of discovery. I may not have mentioned it, but others were attached when they came out of hiding.”

“The Longbottoms were as well and possibly for the same reasons, but somehow those four made it through the wards and even that seemed hard to believe in addition to them not being totally in public access. Neville told me about it rather reluctantly and we found out that our mothers were each other’s godmothers,” Harry said from where he was keeping Hannah from either slipping her hand into his pants or extracting him to their view, which was something that Amelia was unsure if it was a good thing since her sex was still tingling in anticipation. “I do have to talk with Madam Longbottom and it will not be very pleasant. She seems to have tried to mold Neville into a miniature double of his father even down to making him use a completely unmatched or suited wand. Most of his problems this year were in regards to that and after some discrete inquiries can also be laid at the feet of the incompetent fool who decided using obliviated to remove a traumatic memory from an infant was a good thing.”

“You never mentioned that aunty, but I expect it was because no one wanted to pry into things,” Susan said from where she was snuggling in a completely platonic manner into Amelia. “I take it that Neville really didn’t want to talk about it, Harry, and yet that presence of yours allowed you to get him to open up. I had noticed that he had been acting less like his old self, and I can only hope that his Gran doesn’t cause him to slip backwards. I really had thought he would be in Hufflepuff with us, but it was not to be.”

Susan had as with most pureblood children in the same strata spent time interacting with each other in part of the families preparing them to interact with their peer group. Now while it was uncommon nowadays for mixing across the light-dark segregation, it had not always been that way even if some had neglected the better route to social development. Those interactions tended to occur on that first train ride and were in fact part of the whole reason for it instead of Flooing or Portkeying to Hogsmeade; however, the importance of what was intended to happen on the trip was not imparted to the muggleborn. The train ride was where the mixing and forming of associations would begin to form for the most part.

On one of the far too infrequent trips to Azkaban, Harry had managed to get the origins of his parents meeting and their friends’ first interactions. It was funny that the matrons of House Black and Potter had with their over protectiveness almost assured that the bizarre thumbing in the face normal traditional allies had occurred. The two raised and kept in semi-isolation boys by the names of James Potter and Sirius Black had bonded over pranks, Quidditch, and the idiotic icebreaker of the serious Sirius joke, which had knocked both of them out of the decorum and seriousness they had been raised to show. While it allowed the two to begin the friendship that would eventually include Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, James and Sirius acting like brain fried nuts with their behavior while laughing didn’t help in one important way.

Lily had been walking down the train and been helping Frank look for his toad which in some ways mirrored what oddness occurred on their own first trip, but thankfully he had not ended up in a friendship with the human food disposal of Ronald Weasley. Unfortunately, the two boys had been rolling on the floor laughing about the absurdity of that joke when Lily had stuck her head into their compartment, and the two of them being overly immature and childish was her first impression of them. Sadly it takes a lot of effort to overcome those first impressions, and that in part was likely why Lily had not noticed her former childhood friend and acquaintance becoming a real threat to her and why Severus Snape did not end up castrated and his tortured and dismembered body staked out in front of a known death eater and their sympathizer hangout.

If Trevor had not gotten loose than it was unlikely that even the casual contact between them would not have started, but it seems that the toad wandering the train had kept Susan and Hannah from assimilating Neville into Hufflepuff which would have given the shy and somewhat traumatized boy a very available and numerous support structure especially against the stern looks and imagined or real disappointment that he was not a perfect clone of Frank Longbottom. It seemed that based on what he saw of Amelia’s face that she wished the poor boy that she likely had some mental and emotional attachment to do to his parents and their relationship.

“While it would have made things easier for you both, I don’t think she would have taken it well. He had to have some bravery to be sorted into Gryffindor even if from what I saw the prefects there are rather disappointing currently as well as the behavior of some of the students,” Amelia said while wrapping Susan into an affectionate hug as she tried not to drool and leer at how well endowed he looked while Hannah’s attempts pulled the slightly relaxed cloth to form fitting clarity. “Considering that I have at least had civil acquaintance conversations if not more with most of their parents, I have to wonder what that man has been doing with the school since I graduated as well as the decisions there since the war. That whole mess recently seems to be an indication that the semi-autonomy granted to Hogwarts might be causing more harm than it should even if it was set up to ensure that the ministry did not do a disservice in what was best to educate and prepare the younger generations. With the steady lack of Auror candidates being something that has been concerning me and the more realistic in the department while the political appointments have been disconcerting as they show that there must be a problem there.”

“I would say there is a problem there and Susan and Hannah were there to witness it, and they likely have tried to convey the facts of the matter which it seems most of the parents believe to be childish over inflation of the way things are. Unfortunately while Severus Snape is a more than skilled Potions Master, he seems to have little to know skill or desire to impart his information, knowledge, or expertise,” Harry said while only half heartedly preventing Hannah from removing his already reinvigorated cock from his strained clothes since she seemed to have settled for fondling him through that thin and easily heat passing cloth. “I believe that it takes from what Susan has said and investigations have shown a NEWT in NEWT level potions for one to be considered for merit admission to the academy and not appointments that should only be used for desk work and interacting with the public and press. Requiring an O in OWL level to take NEWT level potions would severely limit the candidates, and that is without taking into account the sheer lack of instruction provided in class.”

Hannah was nodding in agreement while Susan was making agreeing sounds collaborating and emphasizing the truth and validity of what he was saying. That did not mean that Hannah had let him go even if he seemed indifferent to his gripped heat pulsing and pressing into her automatically massaging hand. His tone had been somewhat cold yet intense as he spoke, but the control over his self presented as he passionately shredded the image and perception of the Death Eater who should have not been let off merely for Albus Dumbledore’s assurance was certain. It was much as she had heard growing up in how Charlus had been as well as how most of the Lord Potters before him had acted and projected their will into the world. Dumbledore may have the current generations following him like a shepherd with his sheep, but the older generations recalled when a Potter rallied them in times of strife.

The Dark Lords called their followers with promises of power, freedom to indulge their inclinations, and kept them with threats of force and violence. Dumbledore ensnared his followers with his own ideology while being far more willing to sacrifice them as pawns in his games. The Potter Lords had collected people around them by their mere presence and they kept them by ensuring that they were happy and protected while ensuring their children inherited a better and more profitable world. When times were less troubled, the Potter Family had been far flung patrons and had kept their interest in the arts and artisans of their roots even if they were no longer in that station and had long since put aside their crafting of Pots and other things while turning to other constructive and complex magics.

If a Potter was passionate than they would be flocked by seekers and even the Potter women had in ancient times attracted devout followers and that was in contradiction to the male oriented shift in culture after the matriarchies had fell on each other with petty grievances. Lily could have been of a very distant branch considering how she drew attention far more so than should have been with looks and intelligence alone. If she had chosen, Lily could have crushed the dregs that called themselves the dark families and been their Queen. Harry had inherited that as well as his grandfather’s own presence. It was very fortunate that only these three women were at the epicenter and feeling his weighty and almost crushing will and intensity. Otherwise, Harry would have had more to juggle than he already had and this little speech would stick so that he tried to not do this in front of his employees or the ladies would have dog piled him before mounting him and bouncing until they slumped off by which point he likely would have lost himself in dominating the lot of them.

“To be blunt Amelia, Severus Snape is a petty bigoted hypocritical brat that seems to want to settle his childhood spats through the children he so called teaches,” Harry continued with a sudden furious will projecting from him that started to make her knees tremble and if not for the wall and Susan from dropping to her knees in instinctive primal submission. “I don’t really think being shouted at that the recipe is on the board and to then do the potion without any in class discussion or information is a good way to teach. Now while one can read ahead and meticulously learn the potions by rote, the provided potions book has far less to say about the reasons for things than the book used before his appointment to the post. I would be surprised if some of the houses don’t have the necessary information to succeed in the course, and it is not producing people that understand potions, but those that can by habit brew a few choice potions.”

His sudden pause allowed the girls to hear their own racing heat as his impassioned if not heated speech was setting them aflame. Amelia was panting reminiscent of the few minutes before when she had shuddered and drenched his hand with her offering of submission. Susan was similarly affected and their thighs were trailed with their arousal flowing from them. Even if their arms were holding each other for support, the two Bone’s women were panting and flushed while his presence and words were as exciting as his touch had been and thus they had no need to help themselves or each other on what they could feel was an approach of most heavenly release. Susan did not notice that her spread thighs rested on one of her aunt’s legs nor that she was slightly pressing their heated flesh together. All it would take for them to collapse in spurting lasting release was just the right words.

“I think the only Gryffindors that even have a copy of an ingredient reaction table are the Twins and that is because potions are something an underage wizard or witch can practice even in muggle areas,” Harry resumed his oration while seeming not to notice that Hannah was not just fondling him but had wrapped herself against him and was rubbing her whole body against his even as she looked at him in a devoted and fanatic look mixed with submissive yet passionate lust in her eyes. “My own class has some reference material in our house library, but the students used to have copies of their own. I am unsure on how it is in Hufflepuff, but those key lessons were part of our study sessions since it does not seem to have been covered for them. While getting any Slytherin to reveal such self benefiting things directly is unlikely that does not mean one cannot overhear that they get personal and private tutorials as well as being instructed to have additional books that are some we have been using ourselves. Why Albus Dumbledore seems to think it is important to neglect the education of his charges to safeguard someone of such disreputable actions and un-lamenting of his actions repercussions is something I think you would not mind getting to the bottom of discovering! Don’t you agree, Amelia?”

That last was met with his glowing and forceful eyes drilling into her dilated and burning with excited passion eyes. She held her eyes open even as she felt them wish to roll up and her eye lips to partially close as she felt the sudden explosion hit her body. Eyes unwilling and unable to break his gaze, Amelia shuddered even as she felt Susan clench against her and the splashing against her leg as her niece panted and gurgled as she came from his passionate words.

“Yes, my lord,” Amelia shuddered out as the world completely faded outside of this small secluded area from her mind while her slight slur blended her words. “Yes, I will!”

The two ladies sagged to their spread knees as they held each other while drenching the stone floor beneath them. Harry walked forward with Hannah still rubbing against him with her skirt having absorbed and redirected her own juices. Her hand was still stroking and squeezing through his strained pants as his arousal and her hand had slowly forced the zipper down from the motions. Even if he had begun to restore himself to ravish Su in reward for her very best behavior and service on the train, Harry had already learned that if he didn’t think about to stifle it that even drained he would start to recover in a very short period of time enough for a quick release.

“I told you that you could call me, Harry, my dear sweet Amelia,” Harry said while tilting the now bowed head to once more meet his eyes even if she was now dazedly ogling Hannah as well as what her hand was now stroking even as his thumb caressed her flushed face. “I wish we had the proper time to discuss things, but I think I have left you already with much to discuss and some of my other meetings might be neglected if I tarry as long as is necessary to satisfy the both of us properly. You are a woman who is both impressive and memorable, and I would hate to ruin our first impressions with a quick rutting when it is something that should be savored.”

“I understand, my lord. I mean, Harry,” Amelia said before his slight smile caused her to shudder in pleasure once more even as she felt the splash on the ground beneath her opened and prostrated body. “Sorry if it is a bit hard not to call you that, but you remind me of Charlus. Your grandfather was like you a man to be reckoned with and he had the same presence when discussing and debating things like you do. I think most of the older families were rather unhappy with how things have been since his passing. I suppose most people bring up how you physically look like your father, but your personality and sheer intensity is like your grandfather. Lord Charlus Potter was a man that drew people to him, and unlike the minister, Dumbledore or that menace, he was more concerned with his allies being happy, safe and unbothered.”

“Like you aunty,” Susan muttered even as her eyes were glued to Hannah stroking him openly in front of them. “You may have been a bit woozy in your bed and have had a few glasses too much that night, but you were not just morning Uncle Edgar. I heard you and you even confessed what your first fantasy was. It seems Harry that Aunty Amelia wanted to be on her knees worshiping your grandfather’s cock before she knew what she wanted exactly. I think she is dripping even more in this situation even though I don’t doubt that she is wishing Hannah had slipped you out and you claimed her against the wall here. We already gave her a taste which she happily savored and you said you didn’t have time to properly do things even if having Hannah get you to edge and a few minutes of stretching this gushing pussy here would be very pleasurable for her so at least let her fulfill her fantasy of worshipping a dominant impressive Lord Potter by swallowing and sucking his long thick cock. She is my beloved aunty Harry and I want her to be happy.”

“How interesting, and I know that Hufflepuff like you would always be concerned with your friends happiness. So what do you say my sweet and tasty Amelia, you already had an indirect taste, but are you ready for a direct one?” Harry asked as Hannah was stroking with her right while her left was wrapped around him and had slipped to fondle his slowly refilling balls. “If only time turners were not ministry restricted or we could have some more fun and our friends here would be more than willing to join in the play. I think the only thing you want more than this right here is for it to be stretching and eventually spurting fully inside you while these lovely add lips, tongues, and fingers to drive you mad with pleasure.”

“Yes, Harry. Yes, please! I will take what I can get, but I want that so bad,” Amelia shuddered out, as her tilted head was mere inches from where Hannah was enthusiastically stroking him where she could practically reach the glistening head with her tongue. “Let me show you, and I will let you do anything and everything with us when we meet up again. I think these two darlings would want to play as well. Just think about cuming all over and inside of us then watching us lick and slurp each other clean.”

Amelia was panting and her tongue occasionally reached out to just miss reaching him. Susan was right next to her helping to hold her so she would be able to reach. Hannah had only stopped long enough to lube her hand with her juices so he was nice and slick even if she had hoped to aim him to sheath this wonderfully straining cock into her surrogate aunt’s needy hole. Susan could have been lapping at them while she prepared that ass for him, but this was nice and maybe they would enjoy and convince Amelia to get prepared and she could slick the toy up with her juices and they could all play until these lucky two got to visit with Harry later in the summer.

“What a marvelous idea, especially for such an eager little girl like you Amelia,” Harry said as he moved a bit closer and Susan shifted to support her while she greedily gobbled him down to slip into her mouth before probing her throat as he was playing to her fantasy. “I see that your taste isn’t the only thing you two have in common. Susan probably sleeps the best when nursing just like that oh yes right there. Swirl that tongue around, Amelia. Susan, see about keeping this eager girl from flopping to the ground before she gets her taste.”

Amelia was not really seeing things clearly, as she was imagining and dreaming she was suckling that Lord Potter’s cock like an eager to please good girl should. She could feel Susan was helping her while she bobbed her head and he then started thrusting into her mouth. Hannah was running her right hand caressingly over her face with the cock and pussy scented fingers rubbing across her nose making her inhale the arousing aroma. She wanted to taste them and to be tasted together with him; however, it would not be this time and she would content herself that unlike Nick he had stroked and stretched her eager cunt with his fingers making her cum like some wanton slut gushing and spasming under his skilled hands.

Her eyes went wide against him as he bottomed down her throat while Susan rested her fingers against her sex before it slipped into her with a wet and shuddering slurp. Susan’s other hand was resting and stroking her tingling ass while her tingling and warm tits were resting against her shoulder. Amelia could feel her breath into her ears and she shuddered at the filthy disgusting and pussy sopping things that came from her mouth that she would have reddened her ass for saying at any other time. Right now, it was just causing her to shudder and moan around his cock while her Susan’s hand was moving inside her once more.

“How does that feel aunty?” Susan asked her while shoving her fingers deep inside and pressing firmly against her cunt with her thumb furiously rubbing her clit. “I bet you just love sucking that nice long hard cock almost as much as you want it slamming into this sopping wet pussy you have here. Just think, my fellow Hufflepuff-slut here and I have already gagged having this hot throbbing dick thrusting and spurting down our eager cum hungry throats. We even had this thick cunt stretching pleasure prod sheathed in our eager and gushing twats.”

Pulling out from her hot sucking mouth even as Hannah eagerly resumed stroking his cock in front of the panting and disheveled lust crazed woman, he smirked at the lust burning eyes and asked teasingly, “Well Amelia won't you answer Suz or should I let her play instead?”

“Oh, Harry please,” Amelia violently sobbed out with her eyes riveted to his spit and juice slick and Hannah stroking dick. “It feels so good. I missed how good and warm I feel doing this. How could you fit that long thick cock in your mouth let alone your tiny tight little pussy? Oh, fuck! I want to see that almost as bad as I want it myself.”

“That wasn’t so hard to admit that you can take the girl out of Hufflepuff, but you can't take the Hufflepuff loving out of the girl,” Susan said before guiding Amelia’s lips to once more swallow down his cock while Hannah licks her fingers savoring his aroma. “I have to admit that watching his cock stretch my pussy lips open before bottoming his cock deep inside is heavenly to experience. Watching Hannah sink down and spread her ass on this cock while I slurped her pussy clean was fucking hot. Just wait aunty until you feel this wonderful prick sliding and rubbing you while heating you up. Oh, how deliciously it stretches and stimulates all these sensitive spots inside making you cum so hard your eyes roll up and squirt hard while begging for a thorough pounding.”

“Susan is right about that and I will admit it feels so good,” Hannah said with a fond smile as she thought back on it. “You just need to remember to be lubed up and then you will feel wonderful. Sure, a slippery finger and a lapping tongue feel good as well, but it is the same difference as having one finger and a nice cock so deliciously stretching and stroking your drenched cunt. The right charm or potion keeps you nice and ready especially without the nasty bits inside.”

“Just think about our tongues licking your eagerly fucked holes clean of his cum, I can feel it making your pussy shudder. You don’t have to lie to us since we know how good that feels, auntie, that it would be unkind of us not to help you experience it,” Susan purred as she nearly fisted her aunt’s sopping and flowing cunt. “You would also have spent the time before that having had this eager twat thoroughly satisfied with so many gushing body shaking climaxes. Maybe we will even help lick and lubricate this already spasming cunt while you eagerly swallow his first spurts of the evening before having him cum all over your face and tits so we can lick and kiss them clean.”

Amelia was rocking against the twin penetrations as Susan rapidly stroked her fingers in her burning with arousal sex while her forward rocking allowed her to eagerly swallow and suck his cock into her throat meeting his thrusts. Her tongue tried to reach his balls to taste them as well, but Hannah’s hand was doing a good job of fondling them just out of her reach. His hands were caressing her face and even as part of her wondered if he would grab her face and just use her like the cum hungry slut she was enjoying being once more. How he knew that not pulling her hair unless she was on her knees getting pushed down from behind, Amelia didn’t know even if she found the slight sensations almost as intently pushing her to orgasm as Susan’s fingers almost loudly making sloshing and squelching sounds as she was being finger fucked to soak her no longer innocent niece’s hand.

“I can feel your sopping wet hole getting ready to cum, my randy little cock sucker aunty,” Susan whispered huskily into her flushed ears as she felt those finger tips pressing and stroking that sensitive stretch of her eager sex. “Oh my, it seems that your ass is as sensitive as mine. Just wait until we do this while I try to jack his cock through this flexible divide, I know you will cum so hard we have to almost jar you out of it. Hannah, toss me that spare plug as Aunty just shuddered when my sopping wet with her cream finger almost slipped inside eagerly. It won't be too long before you have some more choices in where to feel that nice cock stroking and then spurting some nice hot cum.”

Amelia had moaned in shock around his cock when Susan had slipped one of her slick fingers to press against her tight dirty hole. Her following gasp allowed her swirling tongue to cause her eyes to bulge when his balls slipped from Hannah’s fingers to swing into her distended mouth. With her eyes wide and her body shocked yet increasingly excited, Amelia tried to look down around her lips to see what she felt now in her mouth before catching sight of Susan’s fingers sliding inside her and Hannah who was caressing her stuffed face. She groaned out when she felt the sudden nub of cool rubber slide along her flowing slit. The sigh of disappointment when Susan removed her slippery finger was replaced with a gasp when she felt the rubber warmed and slicked by being slipped into her soaked and heated cunt.

“Can you feel his cock pulsing in your throat, you cock hungry slut?” Susan asked as she saw the way that Harry was sliding down her aunt’s throat while she seemed reluctant to let him or his balls out of her mouth. “So where does a cock hungry slut like you want such a throbbing and ready dick to spurt out all of that delicious cum? I would be almost tempted to offer you feeling his hot cream splash this gushing hot box of yours, but I know you my eager little bitch, and you would sheath this eager cunt around his hard long shaft if he came close to painting your swollen and throbbing clit. As much as I want to see you get this sweet and needy pussy get pumped full of cream for us to slurp out, Harry here wants to have you ravished and stuffed full before we do that and I want to be lapping this pussy when he stretches your ass more than my finger or this plug is doing.”

It was a good thing that Amelia had her mouth stuffed with Harry’s near ejaculating cock, or she would have tried to deny it and she knew it would have been a lie. Amelia didn’t want to lie to Susan, but even if she thought that she could resist the screaming impulse to be filled with a nice hard cock, the fact was that she had pressed into Susan’s fingers as soon as they had brushed against her spread and swollen with arousal lips. A nice hot cock would have slid into her as easily as a lubricated finger had shockingly slipped into her never toyed with asshole.

Susan was scarily reminding Amelia of her mother and the way that she had read her unknown desires. The girl was going to get the intuitive hunch that she wanted to be able to admit things, but that would mean she would have to let this proud and dominating cock out of her mouth. Given she had restrained her still firm yet excessively generous melon sized tits in the air and how sensitive they were right now, Amelia had little doubt that Susan would sense she would love to feel this young Lord Potter slip her spit and mix of their juices slick cock between her aroused and flushed mounds and have him slid that same cock so close to her lips. It was a nice compromise since from what her darling niece said that Harry was not going to have his first proper sexual union with her be anything less than memorable.

“Maybe Harry here will cum all over your tits and we can suck them clean, but that seems unfair to Harry to just cum on something without having fucked it properly,” Susan said next to Amelia’s dizzy head as she felt Hannah’s fingers tracing the outline of Harry’s cock against her cheeks. “I know what a needy little slutty bitch like you should do. You should wrap these firm warm tits around his thick hard and hot dick and let him move that juiced up pleasure penetrator between them before he cums on them, your face and maybe if you are luck a few will hit this grinding hole down here. If only we had a way to keep you from fucking his cock if he brought it close enough to splash your gushing cunt, but the only thing I think would be hotter to watch is having you lap all this juice you are dripping all over the place. Why maybe when Harry comes over we will have a bowl that we can all gush into for you to lap up like a good bitch, and if you are really good he will lead you to it with a nice firm leash. You want that don’t you, you want someone to tell you what to do and keep you in line since you spend every moment at work firmly disciplining yourself.”

Oh, where had Susan picked up on all these things she hadn’t even confided in with her deceased husband? Edgar hadn’t been the one to run things, and Susan’s mother had visited often letting the headstrong determined woman not need to be in control of her sometimes. Still her youngest feelings in being a kept woman was with Lord Potter so long ago, and here she was almost sliding into that fantasy of being a good bitch for her lord and she hesitated to feel the craving master. It seemed that it had been a good idea to have as close of a dialogue with Susan before this point since it seemed her little Suzy had inherited her mother’s awareness of people’s sexual desires. Unfortunately, Amelia had some cravings she had suppressed and never dreamed that Susan would pick up on them especially before she knew what they were about or had mentioned the more exotic sexual cravings she had.

“Well Amelia, what is it going to be?” Harry asked with a look of concentration on his face as well as pleasantly strained control from the stressful pressure her stimulation was causing in his already drawing up balls. “You have had our hands kneading these gorgeous melons of yours, but are you going to let me plow between them and drench them in my thick creamy cum or should I savor forcing you to miss the taste by just spraying down this nice sucking throat of yours. I doubt I would believe you were able to enjoy all these nice desires Susan seems to discover you craving if that is the case. I suppose I should inform you that if you slip and call me milord, my lord, or similar terms up to and including sir and shockingly arousing master that I might ignore any deceitful denials and walk your cum stained body around the Ossuary while these two darlings fill some bowls to water you with considering how you reacted when Suz called you a good bitch, my eager cock sucking slut.”

Even with his face mostly awash with his pleasure and strain to control himself, his lips still slightly shifted to a smirk as her gasp released his cock to the air before he could feel her panting breath on his bouncing and pulsing dick. He could clearly see her spiked arousal and hunger from the affect of their words. It seemed that Susan had a discretely submissive slut for her aunt. The determination in her eyes to have what no matter how embarrassing or mortifying yet desired fantasies fulfilled made Harry certain that Amelia was well and truly not going to survive the summer without being trapped and aiding him. It would take some more time in seduction and Amelia could buck and run away if the blatantly criminal actions he had done were revealed too soon, but Harry could see it and that after cooing to have his cum to drink indirectly and directly that among other intended and not affects that she was lost and escape all but impossible.

“Oh! My lord, please let this bitch jerk your cock off with her excited tits so you paint her as your bitch,” Amelia said forgetting her constructed behaviors and almost too quiet for Harry to hear while Susan and Hannah missed enough to only think she had agreed to being tit fucked before having Harry cum over her tits, face, some aimed onto her tongue and possibly a spurt or two going low and striking her heated cunt. “I wish that this good bitch could have some cum to sooth her aching pussy, master. A true lord should feel how pleasurable having these hot slippery melons fucked are especially with how glisteningly and eager they are even if this sopping cunt could use some more attention. Please, sir, will you fuck my tits and cum all over me?”

What could Harry say to that even if it seemed Amelia had forgotten what she was trying not to say in front of the slightly innocent still girls? His resolve was lowered already and he lucked out that she had only offhand remembered she wanted her pussy fucked since her buried desires wanted to put his pleasure ahead of her own even if she likely would come from having her tits fucked. His normally somewhat logically restrained libido mentioned that time turners should be used for more than just the work he had planned from the summer and that Su would likely be drilled into the bed and dehydrated the next day so why not just floo over and spend a few hours fucking Amelia until her pussy was too sore to cum anymore before claiming her virgin ass while Susan lapped his cum from her cunt while he kissed Hannah who was caressing Amelia’s head in her lap.

“Alright, Amelia since you asked so nicely lets slide some cock between those tits and see if you can suck the head while doing so,” Harry managed to say appearing confident even if his hormones and instincts screamed to flip her to her knees or back and just keep pounding until his balls were completely empty again. “You can suck me clean after I drench them with cum for these two eager and hungry delightfully delicious sluts to lick and suck clean. Imagine how miserable you three would be if you were winding yourselves up by repressing your natural needs and desires. I think most people are irritable since they don’t have enough satisfying orgasms daily.”

“That would explain why you snap at people sometimes aunty. You just need to get plenty of orgasms by being fucked often,” Susan said with a fond smile as she kissed her cheek before kissing her lips and tasting his cock in her mouth especially her tongue and cheeks. “So how does it feel to show off how much of a cock hungry cum guzzling slut you are while your innocent niece sees how many of her fingers slip into your sopping cock needing cunt even as you have the butt plug you came all over and slicked and heated with your cunt slowly sliding up your formerly untouched ass? It is liberating isn’t it, and just you wait until you get to suck a freshly fucked cunt even if our own juices did mix with that thick creamy load he left inside.”

“Oh, Susan, you know just what to say to get a girl all hot and bothered,” Amelia moaned out while she felt the rocking as he smoothly stroked between her pressed together tits with her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs harshly pulling them together before she licked and sucked the head while his balls brushed her chest and occasionally bumped into the underside of her generous heated mounds of female definition. “You all are making me cum so much and oh my!”

As Amelia shuddered and drenched Susan’s fingers, she felt Susan press her lips together and she surrendered as her far too experienced at this niece plundered her mouth searching out any lingering flavor in each mouth and sharing them. Her tongue left behind the mix of Hannah’s pussy and Harry’s cock with her own hints from having done a similar mixing with Hannah. She knew what she tasted like and what Hannah tasted like as well as how unnaturally delicious Harry tasted. The slowly drowning in pleasure and content happiness of a larger group of friends helping each other feel wonderful pushed aside the odd momentary thought that like that love potion her aunty had already warned her about, Amortentia, Harry seemed to have the slightest hint of her favorite things to eat, but she had learned her own juices were influenced by what she ate in how sweet, bold, or spicy it was by her recent meals were. Having very intelligent and goal-oriented lovers did mean that Susan was more inclined to believe that they somehow enticed Harry to vary his food.

Susan had tasted some left behind from the upper years’ puddles of cum, and most of them had been just a bit salty and somewhat sour. She had shared with Hannah, and they both wouldn’t doubt that while the older housemates were not going to turn down a puff in need or want, but they were less likely to seek them out to suckle and swallow instead of just some petting before getting stuffed then filled. The tangential thought to try to convince the house elves to serve food to her housemates that would improve their flavor and thus the likelihood of more time with oral and likely dual delights instead of the girls cleaning themselves up and out before lapping and pleasuring each other once the boys were spent.

“Does that make you feel awful cuming all over my fingers or was it tasting our cunts flavored with his cum on our lips and fingers that makes you moan out like a bitch in heat, Aunty Amelia? I bet you spent the entire night being fucked by my housemates male and female, didn’t you my eager slut of an aunt,” Susan harshly spoke sending shudders of shame, pleasure, and embarrassment crashing through her aroused and frequently shuddering, gushing and churning cunt and heated and tingling in pleasure body. “Will you squirt all over me from just feeling his hot sticky cum splattering your horny mewling body? How hard will you cum when we suck his cum from both your ass and cunt while you get splattered as he leaves pools of cum all over your tits and maybe ass and other areas before you lick him clean to fill our holes so you can slurp them in turn? You really don’t need to answer me as I can feel how eager your pussy is to spray my hand with your juices. Oh, how we should have placed something under us so that we could watch you lick up all of our juices. Maybe next year we can sneak you on the train. Harry may be one definitive example of a thoroughly dominating and satisfying stud, but even a girl’s pussy can get too sore and sensitive even with tagging off.”

Oh, what did Susan mean by this was what the part of Amelia’s mind that was not mostly occupied by, ‘Oh god this feels good’, ‘Fuck I’m cuming again’, ‘take me now’, and ‘come on give me your cum’. Not that it was Amelia’s fault that almost anything outside the sensations flowing through her body mattered at the moment didn’t seem important amidst that constantly switching series of feelings. She had about a second to guess that Susan and Hannah were not Lord Harry Potter’s only girls and especially not having spent time mingling on the train. A part of her only lamented he hadn’t been in Hufflepuff or she would have heard of it sooner. Seeing Pomona fucked to satisfaction and stupor from just one guy was something that Amelia almost thought was impossible. Her former Head of House had managed to at least several times a year savored every available cock and cunt in her house lined up at her mouth, hands, tits, and wet twat.

She recalled that the Quidditch team took the night after their games ravishing her until they passed out as well as occasional similar bouts of exercise to help them work harder. The only difference was that the orgy had cuddling when they lost instead of the frenzied celebrating when they won. She wondered how Susan and Hannah would take that next year because since first years were not involved in the team they only got the butterbeer, dancing and maybe cuddling party instead of the swap, switch and screwing of second year on up. The Hufflepuffs did not force the initiated second years to participate, but by the end of second year, the cuddling would likely turn to petting and finger fucking with the boys and girls while the girls more often went further sooner in the showers. By third year, both boys and girls would start to explore the communal showers and by OWL year, it would be odd not to lend a hand washing a girl although the boys tended not to wash each other. Most would end up helping wash a group of girls when they had the chance and one out of the girls not busy washing each other would help him get clean although they did get dirty scrubbing with the washed clean of soap cocks in their happily stimulated to ready wetness slits.

Amelia tried not to dwell on the happy memories of back then before the tragedy with Edgar and the loss of her other friends and focused on the pleasure of the current moment. That reflection had barely lasted the time between feeling Susan making her spray the stone with her juices and the momentary mellowing of the intensity of her pleasure before she felt Harry’s hands or more his thumbs caressing her almost as stimulated and sensitive as her clit edges. The only thing she felt was sending as sharp and potent bolts of pleasure as the clit being thumbed were her elongated and aching nipples that were pinched by her fingers and thumb.

“While Harry has imparted and helped us understand a similar measure of privacy similar to Sett only secrets, I do not doubt that the fact that Harry is far too potent even for the two of us,” Hannah said from where she was rocking on her left hand resting against his thigh while her right hand had mostly wandered over her, Harry’s and Amelia’s reachable flesh. “We were a rather unexpected and slowly brought in addition to Harry and his lovers. Harry was just too behaved to just fuck us after he saved Susan and we spent most of the year in a slow and heavenly romantic exploration. You would have enjoyed the trip and it had some unexpected revelations since Harry considers ensuing the happiness and reputation of any lover he has a necessity. I can guess why Susan wants to see how you feel drinking out of bowls full of fresh cum and juices, because it was very exciting with one of his lovers having a sopping and quickly mouth filling amount of juices instead of plain water, pumpkin juice or even butterbeer. I wouldn’t mind having more of such interestingly flavored juices to drink and she enjoyed it while it really made us recover from wishing to beg off or rest to catch our breath.”

The thought of being restrained so that her stimulated pussy could be used as a replacement for a water fountain sent strong shudders as they appealed to her too long neglected needs. Her eyes flicked to see Harry with his face showing tremendous will not to shoot all over her face and the tits he was wonderfully sliding between and fondling. His caresses had more natural talent than should be possible, and Amelia was doubting that he couldn’t with just platonic caresses find a way to get so worked up she came before his attentions reached any real erogenous spots. Perhaps it was better that he hadn’t been sorted into Hufflepuff or some resentment would have resulted which would have been bad for house unity. This wonderful encounter had to have been a decent length of time or at least long enough for a normal screw with how little foreplay she had needed after how on brink she had been even before these two precocious darlings had first stroked her to arousal before he had easily coaxed her slow to rise pussy to soak his hand with a very intense orgasm.

“Oh, aunty, it was wonderful and Hannah and I shared a few minutes coaxing our fill while we cuddled with each other,” Susan said with a reminiscent tone to her voice. “Maybe next year we can have you as a guard and see if you provide more tasty refreshment than she did. Now while most of the boys and even the older ones would think all this time taking would have been long enough for a proper screw for you, Harry here prefers to have a nice few hours of nearly uninterrupted pleasuring when he does first stretch and slide his dick in your pussy. Then again, his foreplay can be as long as what most think a full encounter should be with foreplay, coitus, and post coitus cuddling. Sure he will occasionally be willing to go for the quick release, but there is no way that he would want the memorable first impression playtime to be less than unforgettable.”

“As much as I would have loved to feel you orgasm until you couldn’t form a coherent thought especially around my fingers, tongue and dick, Susan is right that I want any one I decide to be so close with to have a memory that even in the worst of times you can feel fondly and fulfillingly happy to have savored,” Harry said as he felt Amelia once more suck and tongue his head in her lips while the rest of his length was mostly wrapped in her heated valley made a channel. “I will admit that when you get going you are as passionate and as wonderful to savor tarrying with as any man could wish. Looking at you now, I realize that all three of you are wonderful and gorgeous with an understanding of why you dress how you do when in your professional capacity. Still even I have limits and it is only a matter of time before I see if I can spray you with as much think gooey cream shooting out of the cock you are so exquisitely pleasuring.”

“Ooh, Susan, your Aunty Amelia is about to get as close to a cum bath as is possible outside a centaur or more likely a giant,” Hannah cooed as she rocked against her fingers while her right hand shifted Amelia’s hair to gaze into the lust and pleasure glazed eyes of her and her friend’s sudo mother figure. “Can you please cover her face, tits and send a few shots into her mouth possibly to arc down her throat, Harry? I want to see that so bad. It would almost be as exciting as being taken in front of a whole room of strangers. Will you do that one of these summers since you are going to a beach on the continent a muggle one at that? Will you bring me with and ravish me in public surrounded by people who have no idea who we are?”

Amelia moaned around the nearly constantly drooling cockhead as she wondered how these things could be topped. Between Nick and Harry, she suspected that after Harry had staked his priority on her virgin ass that the untried sandwiching would be something they would try out on her and maybe these two will be too exhausted after that to get them in trouble. If only she knew what games they had played on the train, she would have learned that Harry’s insistence on physical activity as well as studying besides sex as exercise had led to the toned and developing bodies they already had along with a growing stamina.

“Of course I will Hannah. What kind of lover doesn’t at least try to fulfill fantasies even if they are in a more controlled setting than the original one,” Harry said with a groan as he felt the last resistance to his balls emptying crumbling. “Now sine I am going to cum all over you, Amelia. I want you all to cum with me!”

The last statement was backed with his own orgasm lacing his voice with flowing magic as well as the vocal cues that demanded immediate obedience. As such, Harry was suddenly inundated with the heady scent of their orgasms at peak intensity and extended duration as well as their muffled cries of release. He felt the first wave of his release shoot into Amelia’s mouth before her orgasm caused gasp released him from her heady suction. His second shudder struck her right breast just above her nipple with a splattering shot before his slight twist struck the interrupted rush to pulse her cheek then pass into her opened gasping mouth before striking the opposite flushed cheek. His third spasm and shot landed on her left breast striking dead on her nipple this time. A nipple that had been so recently throbbing from her near blood retaining pinching exciting its already aroused and stimulating state.

Amelia arched back on her knees stretching her stomach out to be struck with the next shot that had been aimed to land and run down between her bouncing mounds. Harry slightly leaned over as he felt even his knees strained by the intensity of this built up orgasm. The arched shot missed her stomach and landed right below her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. His eyes slitted as he dimly saw Amelia flop to her back and hump into his following spurts landing between her glistening thighs to the side, the ticklish hair pointing towards her sex below and above the incredibly sensitive area between her sex and ass.

As Harry experienced this he was even more dimly aware of what Susan was doing as his concentration was between the dramatic and sexy sight of Amelia writhing like a wanton slut being showed with cum and the shuddering and orgasming against him Hannah. The girl whose free hand not pressed down by her pussy was holding on for dear life as the blood and strength faded from her legs. Even as his time dilated to his perception spurts landed onto the thrusting sex of Amelia, he could see the obvious signs of her sex not just gushing and flowing with juices, but being squirted away from her undulating ass closer to where her knees were.

Slumping against the similarly panting Hannah, Harry looked at the two still shuddering and shaking ladies of House Bones with awe, as their orgasm seemed to be unrelenting and unwilling to taper off let alone stop. He noticed that his leg had not been soaked when Hannah came, but her thighs were glistening and soon would be sticky from her release.

“If you three are going to go off like that, I guess I should tell you to cum more often,” Harry half attempted to joke before he blinked seeing the sudden spike from the ladies mewling in pleasure in front of him and the whimper as Hannah seemed to lose her strength as his stress of the word triggered another climax forcing him to move his arm to keep her from collapsing next to him. “Right as soon as you three are done cuming Amelia can clean me off while you two try not to waste too much by vanishing it when a skilled tongue will do.”

The groan they made when he said that made him decide to just catch his breath without saying anything that might trigger their suddenly feather light orgasmic threshold. His hand gently massaging Hannah’s ass while she molded against him probably didn’t help, but soon enough they would be somewhat cleaned up and he could get on with his meetings. He noted to bring the damnable time turner from one of his vaults next time as even the Weasleys wouldn’t take much longer in finally getting herded to King’s Cross proper and unloading their school things into the car the twins had mentioned that Arthur had rebuilt. It was likely that as his gaze flicked past the shadows to where he saw the squabbling of the red heads he couldn’t dawdle too much longer when it was fortunate that the Weasleys were as disorganized as they were and that the Grangers and Tonks would spend a decent amount of time chatting. He truly wished to avoid having to pull rank to safeguard Dora unless he had to do so. Andromeda had issue from what he had learned and her sorrow at things and loathing of the downward spiral her sisters had went would make her loath to involve her or her daughter with House Black.

‘I am not sure which caused the split,’ Harry thought as he shuffled forward around the puddles of pussy juice to lift the eager to suckle Amelia’s lips to his cock once more even as he set Hannah down to crawl to lick her face before she like Susan latched to the enviable breasts glistening and glowing of Amelia Bones. ‘The slow decent to foolishness as supporting Death Eaters or the complete disappointment in the subpar betrothed that had been planned for them. Andromeda likely should have gone to the Lord Black of the time and petitioned things, but she had wanted to get away and rebel choosing a muggleborn and spiting her family. Now while Ted doesn’t seem too bad, the lack of familial support while not ruining Andromeda’s career would have limited Dora’s choices. That if I officially state Dora is now Dora Black as her Head of House some things are certain. Andromeda couldn’t do anything about our relationship for starters. Now while there are ways that I could bring Andromeda to heel, it would likely mean that I would have to put her in her place sexually and as much fun as shattering her prudish lies since according to Bella and Sirius that Andy was as kinky as Dora is. Eh something to think about when I do not have my dick being soothingly licked and softly sucked clean of cum, spit, and the girl’s juices.’

Stretching and checking that he was not hanging out still, Harry looked at the three girls as they tried to become presentable again after the pleasant yet slow mutual cleanings especially the loving way they had each kissed his no longer iron straight and erect cock. Amelia looked like she had been ravished a little while ago and the two friends were not too better off. He had been aware of what Susan had been saying and how it caused the three to respond. Susan had gushed next to Amelia and Hannah had been standing leaning on him as she drenched her thighs while he poured his recovered load into Amelia’s mouth before letting a good amount splatter her bared quaking tits and as she almost fainted backwards let gravity and some aim arc a few aching sprays to splash and strike between her thighs. It had been a bit of luck and skill, but he had managed to cover her from the barest triangle of hair down and along her parted lips and some having splashed into her pooling juices before some ran down the crack of her ass before dripping off the plug he saw Susan had left in her ass.

Thinking back it was shocking that his growled order had affected them so strongly. Their grunted out answer stroked his dominance urges and he almost wished he didn’t have his other meetings to attend so he could deposit the three into the floo with their being fully loaded. Sure watching Amelia on her back writhing and humping towards where his cum had landed around and some into her excitedly spread sex had been fun, and letting Amelia lick him clean and suck off the spit and juices still shining his cock was delightfully pleasant. Seeing her on her back with her legs spread, sex practically shouting please someone stuff a nice thick and long cock in and pound my pussy until I cum and feel you unload your balls as deep as possible.

He didn’t doubt that if he had been close enough to feel her heat when he had let his balls release that from her thrusting he wouldn’t have been quickly sunk into her depths and soon spurting if not against her depths but perhaps been inside and grinding into that instinctive wall in her womb past her cervix. He had done that before and the feeling of spraying his cum that deep had been heady. Given how Susan suddenly almost perceived her kinky feelings and possibly thoughts, Harry didn’t doubt she would have pushed Amelia’s biological clock impulses and seen how hard she could cum picturing getting her womb full of his cum before seeing it swell up with being pregnant.

His developing passive Legilimency had picked up some of the women back in Surrey feel those impulses as they watched their peers raising children. Susan with her burgeoning sense of things would have done so, but he was neither willing nor ready to have children yet; although given the necessity that society would have to preserve a familial line, Harry had little doubt that before they left their childbearing years that both of the Ladies Bones in front of him would not find some way to ask for such a thing. Still that was for a different time and while the primal instinct to be surrounded by a group of mewling in satisfaction woman bearing his spawn was there, Harry didn’t think any such thing should happen before he had put boot to head to be safe, secure and satisfied with his retribution and ambitions.

“Well you three look a bit spent, but it makes you look very much sexed up all good and satiated for a few moments at least,” Harry said with a fond smile on his lips while he ran his hands over them which caused them to lean into his caresses even as Hannah and Susan were licking and lapping his cum from Amelia or at least her breasts currently. “I think you will likely have some playtime when you rest at the Ossuary, I believe you said.” They nodded in agreement that was Susan and Amelia’s floo address even as they blushed and flushed under his praise. “Now I do need to mingle a bit with other people, but I want you all two know that I look forward to our next meeting and that Amelia here is going to remember it for the rest of her life as will you two as well. I hope you won't be too embarrassed by what you swore to do Amelia, but I can guaranty that you will enjoy it completely.”

“Thank you Harry, and after this you can call me Amy or anything you want in private,” Amy said with her demeanor and the afterglow making her look so young that one could mistake her for a recent graduate. “I think I might have some reluctance and embarrassment about one of the things you mentioned and I agreed to do. I never even did that with Edgar, but a promise is a promise.”

“Don’t worry aunty. You will love it when he spreads those tight firm ass cheeks wide as he plunges that long thick cock in your virgin asshole,” Susan said with a husky voice as she fondly tapped the plug she had popped into the barely wet with her flowing juices entrance. “We only tried that today and we both came like crazy before we had to beg off to catch our breath. Still we had a nice toy like this to prepare us for it and it did make it easier. Harry likes it because it feels so tight and warm around him and the sensations are different but very intense. You just need to make sure you are good and slicked up every time just like you should when having a nice firm dick plowing the eager field.”

“Get used to Suz talking like that, Aunty Amelia,” Hannah said with a shudder as the words Susan said was very quickly rekindling her arousal again. “Suz seems to be very good at getting some very stimulating words in and it does make you cum harder. Just wait until we get back to the Ossuary and Suz will get you to tear those robes off and be kneeling so we can slurp, lick, finger or even fist that juicy cunt to bathe and water us with your and our cum. I wish I could come along with so that we can try licking and tasting each other while Harry here drives into our asses making us all cum like mad!”

“They do have a point and considering there are so many sensitive spots there, you can cum hard and often,” Harry said as he tucked his patted dry after being sucked clean dick into his pants. “I know it may be asking a lot, but I hope you let me be the one to first explore that neglected ass of yours before Nick tries it. It is always nice to have done something that will be memorable. I do not doubt that Nick won't have a proper orgy at some point since he is old school magical like that after all. I think you will be surprised when both of those sensitive holes of yours get stimulated, and from our discussions that is something that Nellie likes as well.”

“Something to think about and new fantasies to try out,” Amy said with a happy grin as she felt like today had shaved even more of her age off than the constant stream of boys pleasuring her pussy had the night before and the occasional girls tongue and her own added for variety. “At least I know these two aren’t going to be miserable unlike some girls have that phase of experiencing. How you and they can get such good grades with all the playtime is a mind-boggling situation. Besides, it seems Susan has inherited her mother’s insight as well as our similar shapes. I guess you are wondering how I didn’t have any boy manage to slide his cock even in surprise up my ass given how they leer at it which it seems you two already have experienced.”

“We get our work done first and correctly so there is more time to play even though they tend to research things that interest them as well. I don’t think that it would have been possible to have not had a boy hint if not try to convince us to try having his dick sheathed and splitting our asses open considering the gossip is that there is no pleasure for the girl but ecstasy for the guy in how hot and tight it is,” Suz said from where she was letting the cool stone sooth her agitatedly warm skin. “Maybe you can send us home from his place like you suggested today and we can surprise Hannah showing up needing to be slurped and sucked empty. You would like that, wouldn’t you Han?”

“You bet Suz. I would love to visit and play especially to slurp some hot cum from any of your holes or lick some off your hot bodies,” Han said before kissing her soundly as she looked longingly to where she had finished suckling Amelia’s tit free of shiny cum which she saw was mostly shining from her tongue licking even if her clothes were just lightly stained from that delightful moments. “Now go see about those other things you need to do. We can stagger to the floo just fine and I suspect you will find the Ossuary will be a clothing optional home when you do get to visit. I wonder what kind of Birthday games we all will think up now. I doubt we will be able to visit you then because it would be fun.”

“Yeah it will be fun, and I do think you would like to cum along for it,” Harry said with a glance about before spelling their lingering scents from him and his clothes. “Maybe we can do one over the school year. I think a cake might be interesting and a bit kinkier than we have been so far. By that Amy, I mean take a nude Hannah or Susan and cover them with sugary things with adornments on there already becoming sensitive nipples and a non-dripping candle attached to a very filling toy. Lick them clean, slide that toy inside them before licking them clean enough to fill up and have some other ladies slurp her empty among other things. After that happens, some very kinky games to be memorable for all of us. Anyways I do need to go, and I wish we could play more so until then it has been a pleasure to meet and greet all of you ladies. Suz, Han make sure to keep your exercises up and practice some with Amy. I think that will be a dare we will all win from anyways.”

With that parting shot, Harry walked away, to mingle with his next needed group. Thankfully, the Weasleys were as disorganized and delayed as he had thought they would be. From the rumor, Ronald had not even packed until this morning at all, and as such, they would take a good while to unload and reload, but they hadn’t even gotten off the platform since Molly had been fussing so much. Molly Weasley was a smothering woman from what Harry had seen and heard so far. He muttered to himself that it was worth it and steeled himself for the next few minutes of suffering and this he missed what the three were discussing about as he left.

“What dare was that Susan?” Amy asked to her soon to be living snuggled together niece, friend, and lover. “Furthermore, what exercises are these that you blushed so hotly for hearing about them?”

“Harry wants to see what the real limit is that a girl can have orgasms in an hour and I mean definitively identifiable ones,” Susan said with a blush as she recalled how low the number was when she had to tap out and rest from just the foreplay part. “The exercises are to help with that as well as keep in shape with all of the studying. It also allowed us longer romps. Exercises are somewhat odd beside the usual normal conditioning and maintaining ones. I think our tongues, fingers, and even our clit and slits were numb for a while doing them. It does leave us seemingly virgin tight from doing them and the gasp when we tried rippling them made us both feel proud. Han and I do practice how long we can lick each other, and we are getting where our slits are too tender before our tongues tire out.”

“Really,” Amy said with a sudden husky and disbelieving voice. “I guess we will find out when we get home. I think we are presentable enough for a somewhat quick shuffling to the floo. You two precocious precious darlings are making me almost feel your age again with how horny and sopping wet you seem to get and keep me.”

“We try,” they said in synch after looking at each other with a smirk. “Now just remember that you don’t need to go into work tomorrow and we likely will just laze about to recover. Oh, and you will not be getting that plug removed unless you need to or we are seeing how prepared you are. You do want Harry to actually fuck you next time don’t you?”

Amy just smiled at them as they calmly yet not too slowly walked to the floo even with the instinctive sway of the just pleasured to orgasm hips. Thankfully, the commotion that the Weasleys were causing allowed them to slip away without too many eyeing and leering at their strutting and swaying asses or the slight spread hip motions. Amy was eternally grateful that witches were legal at twelve or she would be sobbing at having to arrest herself for her satisfyingly criminal acts. The two darlings may have their own sensitive areas too satisfied to play with, but Amy suspected that from the looks Susan was comparing her hand with Harry’s cock and how dainty her hand looked that she might be feeling some warm flesh stretching her again even if it wasn’t the desired and craved cock being where it should be satisfyingly stretching and molding her pussy around it.

Considering how shockingly pleasurable it was when Susan had slipped her soaked finger and then the well lubricated plug into her never even toyed with ass, Amelia realized as the floo swirled around them that if trying to enjoy having Harry’s cock stretch her even more was what the Lord Potter wanted if he was going to frequently drill her eager and waiting pussy than that is what she would do. Susan may not know what all of the stimulating things she told her were about, but from the looks of it, Harry did. No wonder he was sop stern when she had slipped with the milord, my lord and similar things. Susan had somehow picked up on that almost completely forgotten and suppressed desire to submit and have no need to worry about things only in how to be rewarded and how to avoid unwanted disciplining. She suspected that the clothing optional Ossuary would be frequently occupied by Harry or worse Susan walking her nude body by a leash to a bowl filled with cum from their sexual pleasures.

The more extreme and suppressed things it seemed that Harry had not introduced the young girls too even if he seemed to know of them. Given how Susan had been relaxed in swatting her ass when she had gotten uncooperative, Amelia suspected that they were introduced to how surprisingly enhancing a nice spanking could make a girl feel when getting plowed. Between Harry and Nick, she had little doubt her summer would not be very sexually satisfying compared to barely having or making time for more than a quick rub to settle her mind and body. While any wizard trying to get a witch to believe that she needed to be fucked or made to cum to develop her magic was likely just trying a line, orgasms did help center a witch in her mood, concentration, and condition of her body. It may not be necessary, but a daily orgasm would mellow a witch and allow her to get through her day easier. Orgasms did cause a wizard and more perceivable a witch to circulate their magic, which helped to revitalize the mind and body.

*******

“So how are the Twin Terrors of Gryffindor planning to spend their time no longer shackled to the drudgery of mandatory education with the highlights of hand cramping essays and occasional nights and weekends consumed with detentions?” Harry asked as he stepped out near the Weasleys after having said his peace with the Bones ladies and Hannah as the students were congregating nearer to the barrier to head out into King’s Cross proper. “You are probably going to drive these lovely hard working to keep you out of trouble and on the path to success parents to distraction. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I am Harry Potter.”

His slightly calculated smile was about as real as a sharks grin while he scanned his predatory eyes over the Twins relations. He found those two tolerable and their pranks were thankfully far less malicious than they could be even if the school was not as volatile as it was when his parents had been there. The more humiliating pranks of that era made sense to him when viewed in what Hermione considered a political protest against the rise of accommodators if not outright Death Eater trainees. The Marauders were not humiliating just Slytherins per se, but their targets were the vocal in their leanings members of that house while their general pranks were to lighten the gloom of the times.

Even the targeting of Snape was more than just the former friend and later stalker of his mother about his connections and ties into the volatile junior Death Eaters of that time. Harry had been trying to decide who deserved to be the one to finish the self-deluded fool off for all time because Snape actually saw himself as better than his father when he sunk to an even lower level in his petty vengeance, but Harry had seen that the man thought of himself in an unquestionable superiority. Severus Snape was a petty bully and responded in kind so Harry felt no sympathy for the man and his actions had consequences of which Dumbledore had seemed far too accommodating to instill into the fool that he was washed of his culpability.

Even as these models of lower class pureblood light magic users missed the sinister and calculative thoughts in his eyes, Harry was in part contemplating who deserved to be the one to draw out the first of the betrayers who had sent him to his hell. Would the light matron suddenly fretting over him come as close if she knew he was planning to violate the very order of life and restore his beloved mother to life regardless of how many sacrifices were to be made and that a great part of his being wished to offer her personal betrayer to she who gave him birth to settle the sin against her.

‘Probably not,’ Harry thought as he stiffened as the plump and somewhat disturbingly jiggling mother seemed to try to suffocate him like Marge Dursley did her precious dogs. ‘Still this is rather unpleasant, but I don’t want to cause more of a scene or sour things with the twins. As for Percival and Weasel Boy, I probably wouldn’t walk over to piss on them if they were on fire even if those wicked girls of mine would do it if they thought he would drown from it. Considering what Penny told me, I think that a very traumatic and drawn out finish is what Percival deserves. Ronald is about as bright as a severely brain damaged puppy with the attention span off his namesake. The only difference I see with the brat and the Malfoy one is that one has money while the other stews in his jealousy of everyone.’

His eyes looked around and noticed the somewhat shy girl even if he knew she was normally not except in regards to his own mythos. Frankly, from what he felt of the disgusting shape Molly was pressing into him, Harry had best find a way to keep the creepy stalker girl away regardless of how it might alienate the twins. What he had seen in her eyes disturbed him, and Harry was grateful that his circle of friends had increased. Alice was far more sadistic than Hermione so far, but he didn’t doubt the two ladies wouldn’t stomp any unwelcomed girl trying to worm her way into things. The girl was definitely obsessed and he didn’t doubt that the Weasley girl would force the hat to sort her wherever he was. Sure, she could possibly be cleaned up, but her mind raised his hackles up from here.

That domineering I know best feeling he was getting from Molly was echoed in Ginny if he recalled correctly. He didn’t want to even pick up more than the surface impression that came from either of them. The one problem he realized that his particular manner of training to protect and safeguard his mind had was that passive Legilimency would someday become an inevitability and picking up on some of the momentary thoughts and feelings of groupies was not something he wanted to contemplate. He had enough attention from his girls as it was without some Johnny-come-lately trying to worm her way into his group. He likely would be propositioned by his employees as it was and that was without the ones happily satisfying their own lusts in adult entertainment.

Unlike Amelia, he would prefer to be in a full combat gear before this smothering and skin was not supposed to undulate like that right there was doing. Fred and George would never half to worry about him touching her with a ten-foot pole let alone one with any sort of toy on the end. The smothering unfortunately was giving him damn near close to Snape or worse Dumbledore’s mind eyeing violations, and Harry started to realize that while being somewhat sociable that he might have to start wearing gloves at this rate. The woman if he called it that had issues and if the rather disgusting plans were any indication she had potion fed her husband to get him, and she had likely botched doing so with his and Neville’s fathers. If she molded what could have been a tolerable girl in her image, Harry would have no qualms in letting Alice or even Anne play with her without restraint. The only thing that would possibly be worse was if the girl got impressed or fixated on a younger Voldemort.

His whole time he was resisting his instincts screaming at him to incinerate the twisted cow and feed her to some goblins. If he didn’t think such a disturbing body would possible even give Kiki or the other companions indigestion, he likely would see about an immediate accident. Now tolerating her while visiting the twins would be a pain, but he had promised so there was no choice. Making nice to the cow and not letting her be mauled or worse was something he would just have to handle for the time being.

“We are doing alright, Harry,” the twins alternated saying. “We can't say the same for you, right now. Oh. Mum let him breath!”

“Really boys, can't you see that he needed a good hug?” Molly said as she reluctantly let the boy go wondering why he hadn’t responded properly to her ministrations. “The boys have said some good things about you, although Ronald has some concerns.”

“I think Ronald was a bit put off with my not sorting Gryffindor and choosing to Ravenclaw,” Harry said as he brushed his clothes off and almost wanted to whimper at the way her hug made his body act like a turtle and he was grateful that his weapons hadn’t either activated or been discovered during that disgusting violation. “He does not really have a good opinion of people that study it seems. Didn’t he finish dead last or was that Crabbe and Goyle with Ronald having either a slightly lower or a maybe higher score. I really can't remember since I didn’t pay much attention except knowing that my friends all out performed that rival of his, Draco Malfoy I believe.”

“Yes, its true poor Ronnikins was either at or even below those two in standings,” the twins answered with a look of disgust even if they didn’t take their own studying seriously. “We had expected our dear mum here to have sent a howler before the end of the year. Alas, those three thankfully were not kept back a year or things would really be dire.”

“Hey, why are you taking that bookworms side,” Ronald stupidly drew attention to himself by saying. “I had important things to do!”

“You mean you were skiving off and not even doing the bare minimum to keep mum from grounding you for the summer,” The twins said scoffing at each other with disappointment at the disappointment that Ronald had become as even if they were trouble makers and neglected their studies they knew what level of real results they needed to limit the real lectures from what they could live with having to hear. “We may not take things that seriously since we think people should loosen up some and enjoy things, but we do well enough to stay on the team. We may be jokers but considering we enjoy it we might as well try for it.”

“Right, that makes sense now that I think about it,” Harry said with a thoughtful look as he regarded them and pondered what they might be able to do when they actually tried to do things. “Let me guess that you will get the OWL and NEWTS that best help you develop things, and you will likely try to sell some things before you graduate. Doing something you enjoy is more fulfilling than going after something that merely provides a decent wage. Unfortunately, I can guess that your mother here has other plans, and thinks it should be something respectable and boring that would drive you to misery if you were so entrapped.”

“Perhaps it would be worth it not so ickle Harry,” the twins said with dutiful nods as their friend even if he was a claw had a point. “Nothing against dear old dad, but we don’t want to work somewhere where we return from work looking so unfulfilled at the end of the day. We kind of doubt that dad wants to work in that department, but it does provide for the family; now we can respect that even if Ronnikins has gotten into a rather Percival like behavior without the skills or discipline to pull it off.”

“I see well that makes sense, and there are some things we will have to speak about. You did remember to ask your mother, didn’t you?” Harry suddenly questioned while looking the two pranksters over. “While a good laugh is all right, I doubt that forgetting to ask such important things would not upset a properly concerned mother.”

It had taken a bit not to turn that last bit to say smother, but Harry had just managed it since he wanted to seriously know if things were on track. The twins were a good investment and they deserved better even if he sometimes thought there jokes might go a little too far or off color enough. It had taken a bit of effort, but they had even understood that pranking Neville would not help him out of his shell as they had originally thought since they had believed it would help. Now at least Neville was not a target, but just a usual collateral prank when it did happen. His natural inclination in Herbology would help them with their potions and as odd as it seemed the plant based ingredients seemed more potent in a potion when Neville brewed. It had taken Hermione and him a while to discover this as dragging a shy Gryffindor to an unused classroom to brew things was a bit difficult, but while paying very close attention they had noticed the difference. Now Neville could brew adequately without Snape breathing down his neck, and they had another side project in how a brewers magic could affect potions.

Pondering these things while the Twins moved over and switched between talking with Molly Weasley to ensure that ‘No, this was not a prank,’ and they were serious that Harry Potter wondered about spending a week with a magical family in a magical home as well as it being their home in question. Neville would be able to spread out there brewing if they could figure out how he influenced things, and the female brewers would likely find him cute even if shy. Harry knew it was a sexist and uncultured thing to state, but getting Neville some pipe cleaning would help his attitude and get him out of the shell the events had helped foster in his life. Unfortunately getting the boy away from his well meaning Gran would be an effort, but even if it was practically unfeasible this summer there was the next or at least before his Yule when they could go to Hogsmeade officially.

If he could get his somewhat friend to be as good with his hands with girls as plants than his confidence would rise, and he doubted the Surrey girls wouldn’t give a tug or suck to any helper considering they were very precocious. Harry wondered how Neville would act with the added stress relief and if the eyes of the hungry little stalker were any indication reorient the somewhat plain girl in his direction. It was a cruel thing, but the better one looked the worse one tended to be in pleasuring another. If the money and fame seeking fan girl was too busy draining his assistant than he would have no worries although she might if rumors of Molly’s actions sneak into where he was sleeping and try to suck her way into some improvements.

The woman may have been a good actor, but he didn’t doubt the girl had been conditioned without her suspecting it and the Potter fortune was a very tempting thing even with how low the suspected amount to the real amount was. The arranged marriages while falling out of favor could still happen, and he had little doubt that Molly had put some disturbing thoughts into her growing mind. Having Ginevra no longer play with her childhood friend Luna Lovegood by what he had managed to pick up, was not a good thing, and not just because it pointed out that Ronald was a self-centered jackass even younger than he had thought. He had even been the one to saddle her with the nickname Loony after her mother’s death.

Harry had little doubt that if Luna and Ann were in the same house they would not be friends. Considering the facts as well as rumors, the girl could use a friend even if he had no disinclination that Ann would help Luna first out of her shell and defenses before eventually her clothes and what little taboos she still has. He hoped that Ann would take a good while with that, as even if girl play was not technically age defined, Harry really wasn’t ready for what crazy ideas those two would have. Hermione was thankfully open minded enough not to judge her by her image. He had little doubt that those four together would become a very strange yet energized gestalt when it came to ideas. Unfortunately, Harry accepted that his Surrey girls seemed to view him as the best choice for transitioning with a boy, and while the more precocious ones had others that at least after tonight, he would have at least one or two in rotation as thanks and appreciation among other things.

“Harry, dear, the twins should have told you that it would have been more believable and proper if you had sent a letter. I am sorry for not believing them, but they can be quite the troublemakers,” Molly said while smiling fondly at him and trying not to drool at the thought of his gold freeing her from the lackluster finances Arthur had settled them into currently which left her with only her children to climb up with and Charlie and William had already ran away from her control with Ginevra as a good asset to get into a well off family. “Of course you can stay, and let me say that it is wonderful that the boys will have such a well mannered and respectable young man around them. So as a Ravenclaw and from the serious way you mentioned studying I take it that you are near the top of your year.”

“Tied for the top with my childhood best friend and fellow potion experimenter among other things,” Harry said while trying not to mention that their grades equaled if not surpassed a notable one from half a century ago who had been the first to outperform the recent legendaries such as Dumbledore and some of the staffs own scores. “The rest of my study mates finished near the top ten if not in it for our year. I take it you would like me to show that studying is important to your other boys. Well it is not as difficult as you think. For the twins you need to make it have fun and practical uses and they learn it easily then. I will admit that they learn better by experiencing and experimenting than they do from books, but not everyone learns the same or as well with one method than another.”

Waiting to see if she was actually hearing him as Harry would prefer not to waste his time and knowledge or wisdom being imparted, he saw that she was actually hearing and not listening to him so maybe some of this would sink in or he would have to wonder how to break it to the twins that like Percival would eventually experience, Ronald died a very painful and humiliating death. It was unfortunate that he was uncertain he could effectively remove Percival before he graduated, but the best option would have been his bumbling into the gauntlet that Nick had torn through with ease. Even the Cerberus would have been a surprise that could have disposed of the nuisance; however, Harry had managed to maintain that people could change up to a certain point and like with Dudley, Malfoy, and the others that Percival was a walking dead man who didn’t know it yet.

“Ronald well, I think you really need to talk to him that he needs to do some effort and not try to do things at the last minute,” Harry continued after thinking over all of the issues with Ronald. “He doesn’t seem to have any notion of time management or understand that the sooner that work is done the sooner he can have his games. I suppose he is a bit worse than the twins are in some ways; he doesn’t want to do anything more than the bare minimum and I don’t see that enabling him to accomplish any dreams or goals he has right now. To make matters worse you saw how he reacted to me, and he does the same for anyone that tries harder than he does. To be blunt, most of my house mates wonder if there was an accident after he was born at St Mungo’s since he seems to belittle anyone that can, would or have tried to help him. That he seems to need to hurl insults at women that try to help him is not something I would expect from someone with even the least attentive of mothers let alone one that is obviously a firm disciplinarian. I am amazed that Professor McGonagall didn’t have him in detention for the whole year for all of the fights he starts. Gryffindors are supposed to be brave chivalrous and other such things, but Ronald seems insistent that you require him to de-gnome your garden among other things for the summer.”

As soon as Harry finished his not too harsh critique of Ronald, Molly turned towards him to give him a howler in person while Harry moved over to the twins again. They were being as quiet and trying to blend into the scenery since the verbal reaming that their stupid foolish bigoted and other things younger brother was not the sort of attention they ever wanted to receive. Her fury at pranks and jokes were one thing as well s not taking their school work overly seriously, but Ronald had pretty much shoved his whole body into it on this one. It was times like this that Harry had wished he could speak telepathically or otherwise communicate outside his claimed servants. Making a note to lookup complex nonverbal communications in the future, they communicated with subtle gestures and pantomiming because a whisper might get her attention at this point. He did suspect that if the twins and he conversed with Ginevra that Molly out of her own twisted plans ignore them while verbally skinning, castrating, and roasting Ronald.

“So, I get that Bill and Charlie are interesting with Percival seeming to be headed towards being a future Ministry flunky while Ronald seems insistent on being as depressingly pathetic as Crabbe or Goyle without a Malfoy to follow,” Harry whispered to them once Molly was well and truly lost in her tirade. “You mentioned a younger sister starting next year so what is she like besides what little I saw in September and the trying to hide over there for today. Hermione has a cousin starting next year and I don’t think any of us want someone with a similar mindset to get pissed off. You two may get mad and even, but Hermione and Alice are methodic when it comes to retribution. You remember when you pranked him that one day; well Hermione had at least a horrifyingly embarrassing spell scheme set up. Take every jinx you ever heard of before and link them so if the professors tried to remove one it would trigger the others stronger with flatulence and explosive diarrhea as the nicest of them. The color changes wouldn’t have been so bad except they were planned to be linked to itching and skin sensitivity.”

“What did ikkle Ronnikins do to get her ire that het up?” the twins asked in interest, “just out of curiosity to not receive something similar of course.”

“Of course you are,” Harry whispered with a slight chuckle even as he swung his eyes to the alternating pale, flushed, and sick Weasley. “Well it seems that Hermione decided to be helpful to the prat and instead of just ignoring her, he mocked, belittled, and insulted Hermione before and after. You should have seen her the other time when the poor boy wanted help on homework by which he meant for someone to write it in his handwriting for him. He is luck she didn’t report him to Flitwick for that or worse her original plan to lock him with an illusion and with Malfoy in a closet before being found by Filch.”

“Harsh but fair from what we know of the fair lady,” the twins responded with Fred acting sage like while George acted frightened. “Ginevra may prank back, but she is nowhere near as vindictive as you raven although some would think she should have been an owl. Her glare is at least as good as Madam Pince or Madam Hooch if not as intimidating as Professor McGonagall. We may be crass, brazen, hooligans, but our head of house is not one to truly cross. Filch talks a good game, but McGonagall would hang a bloke by his danglies if she felt like it. We know better than to even make the obvious jokes with her form because she would transfigure us into mice and change us even if the teachers are not supposed to use that as punishments anymore than what Filch gripes about.”

“That there is a good point, you two. Still doesn’t explain how Snape gets away with his antics as deputy she should be the one stomping his bits if he steps out of line,” Harry said with a slight bit of disappointment over some of her actions. “I heard the hassle Neville had from your prats actions. That boy has more problems with Snape and Malfoy than he should and having the rest of your house tear what little esteem he has apart isn’t helping.”

“We only had hoped he would act like our siblings and when poked for him to respond, but alas it seems that only causes him to be more of a turtle,” they said with a slight shake of their heads. “So what interests do you have with the plant charmer of Gryffindor? His year mates may give him grief, but we won't go out of the way to have him be a butt of a joke. We hate to admit it but he needs a bit of confidence and backbone or he will be walked over for his whole life.”

“Plant charmer if only that was his problem, but it seems dear Neville is far more gifted with plants than just growing them,” Harry said with a conspiratorial glance and tone to his suddenly lowered voice. “Besides Snape skulking about his lessons, it seems that when he is brewing the plants are more potent than they should be. Now think what this means my dear pranksters, and it will hit you like a bludger to the head.”

“More potent means you can stretch the ingredients more if you know the right changes to the potion,” they said as they saw the obvious thing since they had to scrounge and find substitutes for ingredients for their pranks. “Shame it only works for plants, but something is better than nothing and we can see where this would be beneficial. So why are you interested in this dear scholar?”

“Despite what some people think, the family does a good deal of business with potions both ingredients and prepared ones,” Harry said with a thoughtful look on his face. “Now as you know most people seem to want to treat me like a mushroom, but there are certain obligations between our two families and looking out for Neville is just a small one. Even if his grandmother seems to want to squander his talent and make him a duplicate of his father, I think Neville could be both happy and successful. Give him some confidence and he might change his magic hands to have a more general and reciprocate utilization than he has seen just yet.”

“Why it seems that you have seen the wonder of the fairer ones and when not even more than an ikkle firstie,” they added with a bit of humor at his innuendo regarding the shyest boy in their school that they knew about. “Does that mean that strangely acting girl there will have issues in the future with you? We are her older brothers and neither Percival nor Ronald will care about others to keep an eye on her next year.”

“I can see where that might be a problem for properly protective brothers unlike those two over there,” Harry said as he tried to word things in a manner not to offend the two he was baiting to work for him. “I suppose I should state; how would you feel if someone sacrificed your happiness and dreams for your perceived safety? Now while certain words will draw her attention than others, I believe your goals would be frowned on as they are not boring and reliable enough similar to your other brothers.”

“You do have a point and we would rather not have such a job in the future,” the twins answered with a resolved respect. “Still setting up Gin-gin with someone other than you would be very difficult since they both seem set on it.”

“Ah, but what do they know about the real me and not the soon to be sued to nothingness fiction writers writing about my so called life,” Harry countered as he tried not to plain out say why it would be a very bad idea. “Ok, how about this to help convince you to try to get her to open her eyes. You know how Hermione is and her cousin is just as bad at times yet far more vicious in her responses. Alice is a nice girl she just has some issues, which Anne only exasperates. You know that cousin of mine that I described as a waste of space, well when those two met him we had gotten some distance between outright violence. They groin stomped him like a Manchester fan would do to a Liverpool or anyone sane would do to a Chudley fan as obsessive as your brother is. As you know girls do not fight fair what with the hair pulling, clawing and the like, so do you think kicking in their bits would not come up with how prone they are to do so to guys at times. So, out of the interest of keeping her out of the hospital wing or possibly Saint Mungo’s, I have to advise you to try to get the notions toned down at the very least. I kind of doubt you would do decent at Quidditch or at all with those chasers you are interested in if you get your bits bruised daily and pranked worse than your inspiration could do.”

“You have to be joking Harry,” they said. “Why don’t you ask for something reasonable like Malfoy professing love for muggles and junior saying he is marrying one out of love? From what we know about Mum and Gin-gin that would be more likely than getting them to change their minds when they decide them, and from what our illustrious relatives have inferred Prewitt Women are more stubborn than a Niffler on the scent of gold. Why not ask for Snape to smile, give points to Gryffindor, or lose the grease in his hair if you are going for the impossible?”

“Fred, George, I say this with all seriousness. Unless you want your Gin-gin to be more loopy than that girl Ronald calls Loony than you need to get her to at least not try something stupid,” Harry said with a frustrated strangled sound as he didn’t want to state that Alice would break Ginevra down to nothing before rebuilding her as something she would consider useful for him to own such as a whore that at most might be granted the privilege to have his cock sucked clean after pissing or worse, and that was if Anne didn’t just try to off her and feed her to someone before they reminded her of the no offing those too young to have become set in their choices. “I would not put it past them to find a way to scare Dementors if they set their mind to it. To be blunt, I don’t see anything with your sister and ladies I know would be very displeased to have anyone trying to worm more time out from me than classes, homework, and other things do as it is. Unfortunately, if she is as stubborn as Ronald seems than they might try some rather traumatizing pranks. Now think of the worst you would do and multiply it by the Marauders and pick Malfoy and Snape as schoolmates with Filch as their near house elf as the target, and you get a best case scenario of what they would do.”

“You are leaving something out and we don’t want to know what it is, do we?” the twins asked as some of the seriousness of what he was subtly implying finally sunk into their minds. “This is going to be worse than catching Angelina and Alicia discussing female things, isn’t it?”

“Yes, of that there is no doubt,” Harry said with a firm nod. “Just try to get her to mellow out since some of my friends and acquaintances will find a way to follow me. Hermione should be busy with her parents that week if we are lucky. Now as for Alice and Anne, just think female doubles of you two without being twins and make more dogged than Oliver is for your Quidditch practices and you get a very slight idea of what those two would do. Recall that they have no qualms in going for soft bits or agonizing ones regardless of who they are after. Dudley tried to back some of the dumber and Goyle like boys to cultivate similar minded girls. Those two didn’t just kick them in the tenders, but actually punted them into a wall with steel-toed boots. They are lucky they didn’t permanently neuter them and I don’t want to know why they used agonizing levels of itching powder in sensitive spots in both groups. Unlike you two, if you piss them off they will take it a bit malicious. We can hope Malfoy is as much of a twit as he was this year and if Ronald doesn’t get his head on straight we can hope those two are more annoying to them than Ginevra is.”

“Right stay out of the way and keep our bits undamaged or cursed,” they said with a shudder as Harry tried to tone down the sheer level of savagery his girls and he himself were capable and willing to cause. “We don’t think we would survive what our possible girlfriends would do if we get those parts damaged before they had their say. We will try to get both their heads in line, but with Percy being how he is it will be difficult.”

“Percival has lost a lot of respect with the prefects and if he keeps going how he is there is a chance that the other prefects will try to call him out over it if the teachers keep ignoring things,” Harry said as he wondered how to hint that Percival likely would end up dog food when all is said and done even if he was certain that accomplishing a premeditated ritual execution was not something friends did to others relatives; although, he doubted his companions didn’t have their own ideas in how to sublimely end the Dursleys. “Not sure what the rumors in your house are saying since you two didn’t tell me any and Neville isn’t exactly hooked into the network if you know what I mean. I will say that your brother is going to be unable to get a date from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw and even the Slytherin ladies would turn him down without there being some return for doing so. He will be lucky if he gets out of Hogwarts with his bits intact let alone whole considering the general loathing he seems to be getting.”

“Not sure what the big head could have done since he seemed so certain to be the perfect prefect this year and be Head Boy the year after next,” they said with a thoughtful look on their face. “Does this have anything to do with the way he looked disheveled from someone else’s prank? He had to have done something really bad to walk that funny and reluctant to go to Madame Pomphrey over it. She may be strict but she is discreet unless it really matters.”

“Now that I don’t know how much to tell you,” Harry said as he tried to think what bit of information would best keep things interesting and the twins on Percival’s case without stirring things up too much. “Let’s just say that Percival was not the most gentlemanly when a woman he fancied turned him down and trying to have an argument while blocking a girl’s facilities is not the brightest of things in the world to do. He ended up on the ground and dirty. We were walking down the hall and found out that he tried to clean himself only to botch a cleaning charm and give the boys a bit of a steaming.”

“Ouch, that had to have hurt, but even we haven’t done something irritating enough for the girls to prank us like that,” they said even as they could tell the funnier part had been suppressed since it was likely that the mere whisper of what happened would catch their mother’s ears even muffled by her bellowing tirade. “Sure we thought about a temporary gag to shrink a guy’s bits or make them itch, but that almost sounds too far unless it was slap worthy in the extreme.”

“Yeah, it was and probably would have had his tackle kicked and then ground to paste, he really pissed her off and he lucked out not to be dangling by them,” Harry said as he flicked his eyes to the ways a way where he had noticed Su and her family proceeding away to meet those arriving in conventional ways. “So if you could try to get your siblings to mellow some more than I think things won't be that bad this summer. I don’t know about you, but I do want to avoid another one of those strangling hugs again. Now if we can manage to escape than I think we both will win.”

They nodded at him even as the hiding Ginevra seemed to sneak looks at him, which made them shake their heads in exasperation. Ginny was their sister, but they had seen some of what Harry and his ladies could do. They didn’t know for sure anything concrete, but they were fairly certain that Hermione was his official girlfriend as for the rest they really didn’t want the ire asking would result in them receiving. Molly would only ground them and make them do some somewhat unpleasant chores, while Hermione was likely to curse them to misery given Ronald’s encounter that should have left him with a bit more self-preservation than it had done.

“Well Mrs. Weasley it was a pleasure to meet you, but I need to stop dawdling and get home,” Harry said as he kept well out of her lunge and hug range while glancing down at a watch to check the time. “I wouldn’t wish to be rude by keeping people waiting for me. It just isn’t the proper thing to do.”

”Yes, it wouldn’t be proper at all nor should one be that rude,” Molly said while realizing she needed to keep some sense of things even if she really wanted to get her poor too long hands on some gold. “It is nice to know that you are a proper gentleman and will hopefully be a good influence on those two delinquents so that I can focus on getting this lazy child to be properly behaving. If only I could find a way to keep a closer eye on you next year. Ginny, do remember to write if Ronald has slacked off as I doubt the other boys will do so. Now as loath as I am for mischief, I will allow some of it if it keeps Ronald from embarrassing the family like it seems he has done this year.”

“That is good to hear Mrs. Weasley. I think you have just made their summer and year with that sufferance,” Harry said amused at how easily Molly was to contain. “I will see you near the last week or so of summer than. I hate to intrude, but it would be uncharitable not to allow the minor forbearance in disciplining your youngest son even if it seems rather crass to me to discuss such failings in public. As it happens, I believe it will take some time for you to get to the Burrow from here, and given Ronald’s behavior a dinner out would be too much of a reward. So we all should be off now.”

“I see your point, young man. It would be terribly improper to keep people waiting and it seems that Ronald will need plenty of time to start both his summer chores as well as sit down and go over his years studies,” Molly said as she tried to project the best possible image and plan how to keep such a ruse while he visits. “I suppose you will listen this time Ronald or you will be doing all of your siblings chores. Ginny come along we need to discuss some things and I expect you two trouble makers will help keep an eye on things as well as Percival should with his prefect status. It was a pleasure to meet you, Harry, but we do have our own matters to attend to today. It will be a pleasure to have you over this summer, and I hope that you enjoy your time with us. Come along children, things won't get done just standing here.”

“Of Course, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said showing cunning outperforming most current Slytherins as he avoided showing how he felt about spending any time around the pudgy smothering control freak of a mother. “I am sure that I will be welcome in your home and that it will be a pleasant visit.”

Gathering her brood of mostly rambunctious spawn to her, Molly did not hear Harry as he muttered just out of their earshot, “Pleasant with the twins, but you are going to be causing a problem. I doubt anyone that knows you will be interested in your star struck daughter if she would end up looking like you.”

Still he had a few moments to reflect on this encounter as even with her clearly overbearing ways Molly Weasley could not doubt that managing and maneuvering her children was like herding cats. He had done a fair job of properly not drawing notice to Ginny especially with her contrary behavior to how the twins had described her. Harry could understand their thoughts on their youngest sibling and only sister as before things had settled as they had done that he had almost labeled the girls around him as surrogate sisters. He never admitted it out loud to anyone even his lovers, but as an orphan especially growing up in as clinically sterile and devoid of real love house as the Dursleys had that there was a need to have a family even if he had to make it by his choice. It was only human to crave companionship not just of friends and lovers, but the supposed to be overlooking ties of kinship.

Sure, he had partially analyzed the situation and those involved coming up with several conclusions even as he watched the shabbily dressed husband meekly submit to Molly and her actions. It was unfortunate that it seemed that from what he had out guile out of the twins that Molly had instilled a scarily fanatic belief in the dream of whom Harry Potter was, but even his overly sensitive to rush hormones and barely caged emotions had little to attract him to Ginevra. She was a red head which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but the imagination of him seeing her as a poor substitute for his mother who was not the same color of red as the Weasleys with a true passion from what he had ruthlessly ripped out of Severus Snape’s obsessive mind.

‘The only thing I will agree with Severus Snape with is that Lily Evans was a goddess among ignorant mortals,’ Harry thought as he swept his eyes over the slowly no longer in smothering his disastrously heightened sense of smell with their cacophony of scents. ‘I don’t doubt that they would try to pass that freckle haired girl as the second coming of the passionate knowledgeable and intimidating woman who I was so blessed to have spent nine months wrapped inside. While Hermione and Alice have little issues as cousins, I don’t think admitting that since that dream I feel drawn to her. Finding out that not only our fathers but also our mothers were friends did help me in seeking out to speak with Neville even if I was almost tempted to jump start his spine and confidence. I just do not think that he is quite ready for the manner I was tempted to use, and even if it would be affective, he needs a more subtle push before that point.’

Neville had been an interesting boy to try to get to know and that had been without the rumors and propaganda that had developed around both Harry Potter of Ravenclaw and the Boy-Who-Lived mythos. It hadn’t shocked him after all he had found out that they would have been raised as friendly cousins but not for Dumbledore’s meddling. Perhaps, considering what had happened to his godmother and her husband, Dumbledore had been right to try to safeguard him far from where wizards had the common sense to look. It had been a bitch to get the information, but besides the familial concerns, Alice Longbottom had along with her husband stayed silent about his possible location through torture. That was something that Harry could respect and in addition to knowing she had been a very close friend of his mother, Harry could admit he owed them and would only seek out a way to revive them second only to allowing his mother to grace this sick world with her enchanting presence.

‘Sex is satisfying and stimulates a number of things and it would help to have something else to have a sense of accomplish at being good at doing for him,’ Harry continued his thought as he let his mind’s eye reflect on Neville and especially how he greeted his Gran from out of Night’s eyes. ‘So far he has his Herbology, but even I know that Snape seems compelled to tear what little confidence he has to tatters. I wouldn’t make him suffer with Ginevra as she is now, and it seems she would need someone to keep her from becoming like her mother in mind as well as body. Thankfully, I should have built up some of his confidence by then and my girls would take good care of him. He is my god-brother and a nice enough sort that I don’t doubt that they will be interested. The only problem is the new fish and being dog piled once they see how advantageous the Longbottom gift seems to be with plants.’

Sure, he had contemplated that before, but his ruthless side saw focusing Ginevra to Neville instead of him would solve two problems at the same time. She was too stalkerish and Harry knew that her behavior would draw his ladies ire. Hermione wouldn’t be too bad, but Alice especially listening to Anne would tear her apart physically as well as mentally and emotionally. They all had their inner demons and while it seemed Ginevra was too in awe of his supposed past, he had little doubt the spitfire that engaged in prank wars with the twins would be cowed so easily. While he didn’t have a gift to precognition, Harry didn’t wonder if the feud with the Malfoys being generational as he saw from the glares between the two families would not escalate with a female Weasley at Hogwarts.

Lucius from what he gathered could be as uncaringly vicious as he was and if there was a chance to ruin an enemy Harry doubted the supposed Imperious-controlled Death Eater would not strike. If Arthur Weasley had something of note connected to him and he could ruin the man and his daughter, Harry was sure the Slytherin would take the obvious advantage.

‘Perhaps, I should look into the divination aspects of the dead since they were not fully in the living world and some ways existed outside the bounds of mortal existence,’ Harry thought as he contemplated the aspects of classic necromancy he had investigated but dismissed similarly since he had little belief in preordained events as it was too easily an excuse for people and things being as they are or had been. ‘Not that I plan to waste my time in that class the year after next. Arithmancy and Runes have a more practical use considering how they show in our rituals even if we seem to instinctively draw the runes and other symbols when the magic nearly overwhelms and is difficult to control. It seems at those times we more direct than control the magic flowing in and around us. Lovely, now there is something else to have to research away from other priorities. We could ask the Flamel's or the Li’s over the summer.’

With a sigh of relief, Harry watched the red heads finally wander away and out past the barrier to the muggle side of the platform where they would take the likely enchanted car that Arthur owned back to the Burrow. Most of the wizards were using the things on this side of the platform, but the Weasleys did have far too much things to transport and without a house elf had to transport things the old fashioned way as Portkeys were not in their price range. He had already watched Lucius Malfoy and the complementary styled Narcissa who contrasted with Bella quite nicely leave with the elf discernibly fetching Draco Malfoy’s trunk. Part of him wished to confront the three especially with what his observations in regards to things were, but Harry pushed down the impulses that the head of the House of Black should have in regards to his family.

It was a meeting that would have to happen sooner or later, and the only one that was as potentially disastrous was meeting the Tonks family. Ok, there was meeting Hermione’s parents when they brought some things to light, but those two were less backwards than what it seemed Dora had to deal with daily. All of that considered, it didn’t mean that part of his still teenage mind and body was not apprehensive of the eventual chat that they would have to have. He wondered if it would be shovels, pigs or something else that he would be threatened with from his delightful love’s father. Even with Vincent and June being as socially progressive as they were, Harry doubted that they would be too accommodating, but it could happen. There were some subtle things that only reflecting on some of the rather experienced memories he had experienced gave him hope of that, and it would likely be that he doubted that Hermione did fall too far from the tree in regards to some of her inclinations.

‘While I would not wish to walk in on them,’ Harry thought as he lingered at the barrier taking a moment to savor and focus on the mingling and lingering scents around him. ‘I don’t doubt the unexpected improvements on our sense of smell will not increase to outmatch werewolves or other half-breeds as the Ministry seems want to call them. I just hope that Hermione doesn’t regress a bit and how embarrassed she will be when she can detect the lingering scents on people. Her parents may be outgoing and considered cool even with the trauma of being dentist, but without the interactions with Alice I doubt she would be as accepting of acknowledging some of the more taboo things. Still considering how similar Hermione and June’s appearance as well as behavior, I don’t doubt that June has experimented in a number of recreational areas that we have already done. The only thing that might be dangerous will be our more predatory nature, but Hermione has not yet crossed that final line. There is perhaps more than a moral and legal difference in being a witness and a full participant drawing that final cut.’

Still stepping through the barrier and interacting with his female best friend and frequent lover’s parents was not something he should be completely certain about doing. His impressions that their complete despising of hypocrisy where they saw it did help especially as he doubted that they were as boringly traditional as the Dursleys pretended to be, but Harry had little doubt that they had experimented in a lot of ways given the times they had been teenagers. The little things did tilt that some family friends might be more intimate than on first appearance. With Hermione being officially entering into her womanhood and all that involved, Harry didn’t doubt that her mother would not have some more ‘girl talk’ with her while they were in France. He wondered a bit impishly if Dora would cause the laid-back man to cream his swimwear when she went on the beach especially if it was either topless or nude.

‘Probably be a topless one to start off with and as they are concerned but not smothering parents the other will be permissible when we are all older,’ Harry thought as he felt his shrunken trunk and familiar wrapped under his clothes now while otherwise hidden with magic while Night had flown home. ‘They will want to see how we handle things before treating us less as children and more teenagers and eventually mature adults. If we act overly childish, they will keep us treated as such even if they are less against enlightened behavior. One thing one can say is that the Grangers are not and have not raised Hermione to be a good little drone. Unfortunately even if it is even more pronounced elsewhere, the nail that sticks out is hammered in.’

With a quick breath to recenter himself, Harry stepped through the barrier and felt the flicker of his hidden shadow following with him. He had little doubt that Kiki would not be able to survive on her own, but the piles of corpses would be difficult to hide if she was not kept an eye on often enough. His necromantic animated companions may have been his first friends, but he was not blind to their needs and nature unlike Hagrid and his pets. While one’s nature did not absolutely define them, it would be foolish to ignore that resistant to change part of one’s being by ignoring it or rationalizing it away.

Harry knew that he was a monster as was most of his friends and companions, and it was in his nature to change those around him similarly. A monster was not necessarily evil, but like the other thinking nonhuman races, they did not exactly see the world and react to things in the same way. Normal people were flexible more so than they were at times even if most people he passed on the street were little more than sheep who sacrificed their potentials for mediocrity and ignorant bliss.

That did not mean that they were not more often panicked or shocked by the unusual, but that normal people had more chance and ability to realize the greatest gift that life granted them. Free will was as much a curse as blessing to humanity and those similar to it. Magic while liberating did have the subtle ability to bind and ensnare thus limiting free will. The other beings out there had fantastic powers, but the more power it seemed the more their nature defined their actions. The goblins for example were a particularly war like and predatory species. It went against their nature to bow and scrape to those they would prefer to dine upon with glee. Unfortunately, most muggleborns tried to humanize every race when they wanted to be treated properly. Magical species were fundamentally different in mind as well as body, but some well-meaning fool in every generation tried to force their beliefs on the world. In another life, Hermione would have likely viewed the bond of House-elves as wrong.

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