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17. One hell of a dream.

Through the fog, he felt more than saw the pretty blond girl. Her plump pink nipple was scraping slowly and desperately against his cheek. Its skin was stretched and pulled taut with arousal. As it made it's way to his wanting mouth, he took its length into his mouth eliciting a moan and squee of pure delight.

He realized that he was naked, now, as he felt Luna's searching hands travel slowly and deliberate purpose down his torso until it encapsulated his growing length. Her ministrations were kind and tender with a hidden yearning, Harry moaned as he felt the heat of her entrance begging that he come visit. As she pressed him passed hot and wet opening, he felt her mouth slide from his neck, up his cheek and stop near the corner of his mouth. She gently kissed him on the lips, not looking for entrance there quite yet, but an unanswered question plagued his mind here.

As Luna's lips parted he felt an overwhelming heat wrap and cling around his engorged length. He felt a resistance block full entrance, and a look of desperation came into her eyes. He watched as she pushed beyond the pain and then one of undying love as she bottomed out atop him. The muscles surrounding him clinched down, violently squeezing down his length. She raised herself until the bulbous tip was all that was still in her, and then again forced his length back down until they were one.

The moans of pleasure coming from her mouth were driving him beyond mad, and when he felt two more sets of hands rubbing his body, the images faded into blackness. That blackness quickly faded and he was looking down at himself, and seeing his engorged member sliding into Hermione now, as he mounted her from behind. She wiggled her arse and pushed herself down his length.

"Fuck me Harry, please, make me yours." Hermione moaned as he remained motionless while she impaled herself over and over.

Hermione rolled over on her left side, lifting her leg for Harry to hold while still imbedded in her. Her amazing C-cup breasts were bouncing as he now took the initiative, and was slamming his length into her. He watched in utter shock and fascination as his Nymmy reached up and caressed her breasts, tilting down her head and taking an already painfully erect nipple between her teeth before suckling it gently causing Harry to stare into Hermione's eyes as they began to role back into her head as she climaxed.

This was bad enough, but what drove him to eruption was the sight of Nymmy gently and passionately kissing Hermione. He couldn't hold it back any longer. Once again, Harry's world faded to black to before coming back into a foggy focus. He opened his eyes to find violet ones looking lovingly into his emerald pools. He felt the whole and entire love that she had for him embrace him without so much as a finger touching him.

"I love you Harry, you know that." She said quietly enough so that it was just for his ears.

"mmm-hmm. I love you too Nymmy." He said, and felt her mouth brush against his. He felt her arm pulling him on top of her.

"Make me yours, Harry." She begged, holding his length in her hand now, moving the tip to her lust swollen entrance.

Harry felt the heat radiating from her welcoming opening, now. As he pushed into her she whimpered slightly and to his shock he found an intact maidenhead there as well. He pushed into her with a steady pressure, causing her whimper to switch into a slight yipe. Patiently he waited, not wanting to move until she took the initiative to tell him it was okay to proceed. When he felt the walls of her squeezing him tightly he open his eyes to see her nod, gently and lean in for a kiss.

Harry's tongue delved between her lips searching hers out which was equal with both the passion and intent that they shared. Primal instinct took over and she clamped her legs around his waste. He felt her breasts beneath him, jiggling slightly with the motion of their lovemaking. Nymmy began to shake her head back and forth, from left to right now. He felt her tighten down on his cock, surrounding him, and finally pushing him over the edge as the two lovers climaxed together.

Harry felt the light hitting his closed eyes lids causing the headache that he now found himself with to announce that drinking Jagermeister and Guinness at all hours wasn't a good thing. He couldn't feel at thing for a good five minutes and groaned to himself. Laying in bed protesting, the fact that he was allowed to sleep in and not work out this morning went completely unnoticed.

That's when it happened. The feeling in his body slowly came back to him, and he immediate knew a couple of things real quick. He wasn't alone, and there was more than just Nymmy in the bed. Mentally he was protesting even more as the framents of the dream came back to him, he hoped against hope that did not just happen. That it had to be a dream. He cracked his left eye and turned to see the familiar curly black and shinny hair of Nymmy. Closing his eyes, Harry quickly sighed with relief.

He was not prepared for the naked breasts of his best friend to gently nudge him from the right and turning his head in that direction confirmed for him that Hermione was in bed with him. She had a delightful smile on her face and Harry was thankful that she was asleep, and having pleasant dreams.

When he tried to sit up is when he got the real shock. Luna was on top of him. Well, saying it that way made it sound a little different than it really was, he tried to rationalize. She had her legs wrapped around his right leg. Harry could feel that her right arm was wrapped around it. Unfortunately for Harry her left hand was wrapped around his length and it was growing, even in protest. His stirring had jogged her slightly and in her sleep she did the most outlandish thing he thought that she could possibly do. She took it into her mouth.

Harry's eyes tightened shut violently. He could, both, hear and feel her humming the most inappropriate and familiar song. Thoughts of Her in animated roaring lion hat sitting in the stands watching quidditch came to mind, however when his length. He felt her naked and clearly bald mound against his lower shin, clearly hot and wet with excitement, rubbing against. It. She sucked lightly still humming along, taking more and more of him into her throat.

Harry was clearly going insane. From his perspective, well; for one, he had a girlfriend. When he thought about his choice of verbs, had, he was clearly on the verge of panic. He loved her he didn't want to betray her like this. He felt himself tense up, and before he knew it he felt Luna take him to the back of her throat and he came. He shot ropes upon ropes of hot cum barreling down his length into her humming wanting and mouth. He felt her suction increase until he began to grow flaccid. When that happened, she released him from her mouth. What came out of her mouth next was at a whispering level, but she sang.

"Harry Potter is my king, he came have my every thing." She sang softly before drifting off, never releasing hold of his softened cock.

He lost it. Harry has finally freaking bloody well lost it, and he wasn't just thinking about the load he just lost, because it wasn't lost. It wasn't lost at all, unless you count it being lost to his bloody girlfriend, whom happened to be sleeping next to him, well on the left of him. Hermione was sleeping on the right of him. They her tried to rationalize how he could manage four nude bodies in one queen size bed and make it comfortable enough not to noticed that he just shagged the other three.

How did the lost load not make it comfortably into his underwear after a particularly delightful wet dream? How, you may ask, did that dream come in the first place. It wasn't a bloody dream, it was a fucking nightmare. A nightmare that Harry James Potter, son of James Potter(Womanizer extraordinaire according to Sirius before mum sorted him out) and Lily Evans Potter, had woken up to a pile of naked and absolutely gorgeous, beautiful, stunning and complete nutters, the lot of em.

He couldn't think straight at the moment because Luna was now humping his leg, while absently stroking his cock, and unfortunately for Harry James Potter, she was rather good at that. He was enjoying it so much that he absently reached down and started stroking her cheek, causing a slight smile to creep across her face.

Nutters they were and they were taking him with them, further and further down into the rabbit hole he went, following the white rabbit who just happened to be his favorite stary eyed blond whom, at this very moment, was licking her lips again in preparation.

Harry Potter couldn't decide. His indecision was driving the Cheshire cat barmy. How hard was it to choose a red or green pill. It's one or the other. Harry looked at the cat, and saw perfect C-cup breasts with a head of bushy brown hair and soft rosy cheeks with a delightful smile that showed a wonderful dream.

"Harry?" He heard Nymmy's sleepy voice now, and it caused him to turn his head with a whiplash type quickness. He looked deep into her eyes as he felt Luna's insatiable lips surround his erect shaft yet again.

"Hmmm?" He managed to get out as he felt the vacuum of Luna's delectable lips capture him and take his cock all the way back again.

"I think we did something last night without thinking." She said, now opening her eyes. She had a look of seriousness and an almost pleading.

"You've seriously have a knack for understatement, Nymmy. I'm in bed with three absolutely beautiful women, one being my girlfriend whom I talking with right now. One behind me sleeping the most happily I've ever seen her, and one insatiably sucking me off, as we speak. So for you to tell me we did something without thinking, I believe, is a bit of an understatement. What did we do?"

"Promise me you won't get mad?"

"Oi, Tonk! What did we bloody well do?" He said, causing Hermione to wake up and Luna to come out of her cum crazed half sleep, however never relinquishing her prize.

"Married."

"What!?"

"Married, Harry, as in Nymmy Potter married." She said meekly.

"Oh my..." He started but was cut off, as if it wasn't bad enough that he had married his love but on the eve of their wedding was cheating on her as well.

"Hermione and Luna Potter as well." She said quickly.

"What the bloody Hell, Nymmy!" He said, almost exasperated.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted to cheer you up and have some laughs and some dancing. I knew you'd like the dancing eventually." She said

"Harry." Hermione said meekly.

"What!?" He said, then realized that he was yelling and that Luna was still sucking on him. "Sorry Hermione." He said quickly, before looking down at Luna. "Luna, sweetly, please stop."

"mmm-mmm." She said defiantly, and with that started her administrations with further vigor.

"Harry, it's consummated, as well." Hermione said, quickly. Looking away from him almost ashamed.

"Bloody fucking hell." He said, closing his eyes, tears running down his cheeks now, never even paying attention to the fact that Luna had not stopped one bit. "What does that mean for us? He said looking at the two of them.

"It is magically binding, for the life of the witch or wizard whom enters into a magical marriage and consummates it."

"And we..." Harry said, still slightly distracted from Luna's living example of constant vigilance.

"Yes." Nymmy said, almost sadly.

"Luna Potter stop that this instant!" Hermione bellowed at the younger witch. This finally got her attention, and she quickly stopped and without any shyness or shame upwrapped herself from Harry, sat up, and crossed her legs, Indian style in front of him.

"Diagnostics?" Harry said weakly to Nymmy, whom grabbed her wand quickly and somberly. She muttered a quick incantation over her stomach, before checking Luna and then finally Hermione. She frowned slightly.

"You're three for three, or you will be in nine months or so."

Harry Potter was shocked. There was nothing that he could think of that could rationalize the position that he had now found himself it. If here ever met the owner of the companies who invented Guinness or Jagermeister he would most soundly punch that bastard firmly in the nose.

Harry had what he knew was something that he had always wanted in his life now, a family, and it was even one of his own choosing, however this wasn't the way that he had invisioned it or wanted it. He felt like he had horribly betrayed his true love, and looked at her like a lost little boy because that is exactly how he felt.

Harry sat up, got out of the bed and walked over towards the wardrobe in the corner. He opened it quietly up, stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He sat and scrunched himself in a ball and quietly wept. He felt he had betrayed her. The one who had loved him for so long. The one that he had had loved with equal fire and passion.

Harry wished this had never happened. Not that he didn't love Hermione and not that he didn't love Luna, because he did, and does. He desperately didn't want to hurt Nymmy because she was his every reason for being okay and when she wasn't it hurt him on a soul level that he couldn't quite explain. He hurt so deeply that it reminded him of Petunia of all people. Of her not loving him, and abusing him when he attempted to call her mum. When she savagely cut his hair off. He felt he deserved it, now and that's why he was in here.

Harry's cries went out to Nymmy, and she recognized why. He felt alone again. Did she really do that to him? Did she make him feel that way? She felt that her indecision and nonchalance in how she handled things was a bit detached, but under the circumstances she tried to rationalize what had happened. Then she realized that there was no way to do that. She was attempting to make herself detached from the situation and however it was coming across that she was detaching herself from her prince. She was mortified.

Nymmy, Luna and Hermione Potter immediate jumped off of the bed. They rushed across the room and flung open the door. They were not expecting what they saw. It took them completely by surprise. Each of them realized what kind of stress that Harry had been in over the past couple of years and also understood that having so much paid and misery over the years wasn't helpful to one's psyche. What they found baffled them utterly.

Their husband was not the man who entered the wardrobe. What they found was the figure of an eight year old boy. He was shivering, naked, and most of his hair was completely gone. The looked down at him and what they saw frightened them deeply. He looked up at the intruders, a scared little boy. Nymmy quickly decided to reached into the wardrobe and embracing him gently.

"It's Okay Harry, everything will be alright, my love. I don't hate you. I could never do that, I promise you." She cooed, wrapping her arms around him and carrying him back to the bed.

It had been about a half hour, with just Harry and Nymmy laying atop the bed. She had her arms wrapped protectively around him while he sobbed. His arms were clinging around her for dear life, as she rocked him back and forth. Finally, Hermione and Luna joined them in the bed again, sitting next to him, rubbing the hands gently through his hair and brushing his cheek. After another half hour he finally calmed down, and they watched as the 8 year old boy shifted back into his nearly seventeen year old self.

"Why can't I just be normal?" Harry said exasperatedly.

"Where's the fun in that?" Nymmy said with a slight, but genuine, smile across her face.

Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Molly Prewett's Cell

Molly Weasley was no more, and she realized that now. Molly Prewett was sitting silently in her cell. She had been doing so now for a couple of weeks. She was a woman bereft of hope and had a knowledge that her actions had consequences that would come in just two more days.

She would go in front of the entire Wizengamut with her children and they all would answer for the crimes that they had both committed and planned. She would go to Azkaban or worse, be thrown through the veil, as Harry Potter's godfather had been just a little over a year ago.

She would sit quietly as Jonathan, her regular guard would bring her food, and would not move until he had left. Neither said a word to the other, and she liked it that way. She heard the screams coming from the other cells and was perplexed that no one had visited outside of Jonathan Spinnet. That was until today.

"Hello mother." Percy Weasley said without the usual mask he wore. "Jonathan has told me that you're not much one for conversation. I understand. I suppose that I would be the same way if I had done the sort of things that you had done. I can't blame you one bit, however make no mistake about it, I will be there day after tomorrow, and I'll not be alone."

Percy looked at his mother now, taking the time to wash in her appearance. She looked desolate. Her cheeks had hollowed out in just a little over two weeks and her eyes were completely unfocused. For all intents and purposes, Molly Prewett was already dead. Percy, however, couldn't find room for pity. She had instructed him to be stronger, and he had been just that.

He did not love the woman sitting in front of him. He felt no pity, nor remorse, nor even hatred. He finally understood at this moment, that the opposite of love and hate are the other, however the opposites are the same thing; and that is what he was feeling right now, indifference.

As he stood up to leave, he was at the door when he felt her tight grip on his hand. He spun around quickly pushing her back on the bed. Her head came in contact with the wall, but it wasn't enough force to kill her or even knock her out. She was in pain, that Percy could see for certain.

"Worthless blood traitors, all of you," She said with pure venom in her voice.

"Nice to see that you haven't changed. Never did care for the sickingly sweet overly motherly act, but you knew that."

"You shan't win, Percival, The dark lord will wash over you like a sea of locusts."

"So you're a death eater now?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Tom Riddle is a dark lord, but he's not the dark lord! That worthless snake-faced half-blood is mearly a pawn, set on a table for more than one hundred and fifty years." She said, before slowly slumping down back into her madness.

Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ginny Weasley's Cell

Ginny was awoken, not by sound of the door of her cell being forcefully opened, but by the hand which violently grabbed her by her hair, and dragging her effortlessly out of the cell. She kicked and screamed, but noticed that Jonathan had been prepared, and had already placed a silencing spell on her.

The trip was a short one, however, as she was thrown into the cell with her sister, Rowena, and a cloaked figure whose face had been completely obscured. She could only see the glint of steel grey eyes from underneath the hood, and when she tried to back away she was held firm from behind.

"How do you feel about this one," The unknown man asked. There was something familiar there that she couldn't place. The voice reminded her of someone but it wasn't quite the same, and it made her mind reel at searching for the hidden owner. That is when it hit her. She had never seen his face, but heard his voice many years ago at the Burrow. He had been a friend of mothers.

"She gets it all while I get nothing and she..." Ginny wrenched herself free of Jonathan and stepped quickly over to Row and kicked her hard in the side forcing a scream of agony from her sister. "Is in love with Harry James Potter."

"SILENCE!" The man bellowed and the sound of his voice reverberated off of the stone walls causing her to inadvertently fall down in the submissive position.

The Master now walked forward to her, lifting her off of the ground. With a wave of his she was lifted and pinned to the wall. With another wave of his hand she was stripped naked. He admired Jonathan's work looking down at her now engorged eight-inch long clitoris.

"Drink" He said, placing and tipping a vial of potion at her lips.

It tasted horrible, she thought but swallowed as ordered knowing that doing anything else would mean either pain or death. She felt immense pain wrecking her body, and found herself growing. In her horror she managed to look down and watched as her somewhat small breasts, being a B-cup, began to shrink to give site to between her legs. Her labia swelled until the folds were pushed together and sealed. Her ovaries diminished and she found the weight of testicles form in the now sealed scrotum.

"Will you make her suffer?" The Master asked now, the steel in his voice matched that of his eyes. Ginny knew now that question was meant for her.

"Yes!" She said, noticing that now her voice betrayed her as well. It wasn't hers, it was his, and the recognition that she was now in the form of Harry Potter, she knew what was expected.

The binds on her were released. She looked at the Master now with glee in her heart and watched as he shot a sickeningly yellow spell at Rowena's midsection. She convulsed and cried in pain, and Ginny saw blood trickle from between her sisters thighs.

"Eat." Her Master asked and she complied immediately, sinking down on her knees and positioning her face in front of Row's bloody cunt. She lapped up everything that poured from within her, including that of her aborted nephew.

Ginny recognized the spell that hit herself now as the male fertility spell, and that of the gender opposite hitting Rowena. This caused Rowena's eyes to open in horror, that is, until she caught sight of the man about to take refuge inside her. She purred like a cat in heat, see the face of her love. She was released from her binds and Ginny for the first time was able to feel Rowena's want as her eager lips engulfed his cock.

Ginny felt the hunger and need coming from her sister now and felt the back of her throat give way as all ten inches now slid down until she felt the smaller girls nose against his pubic hair. She grabbed hands full of hair and forcibly face fucked her until the Master noticed that she was getting closed to climax.

"STOP!" He commanded and Ginny did immediately as asked. "Very well, now give yourself an heir."

Ginny pushed Row off of her now, and onto her back, she saddled up between the smaller girls legs, and grabbed his cock. Running it up and down the length of her sisters swollen cunny he felt his sister push desperately until the bulbous head was just inside her folds.

"Make love to me, Harry, make me yours." She begged. This caused Ginny to tilt back her head and laugh the most evil laugh that she could muster.

Ginny pushed the length of his cock all the way in. Ginny pulled back out until just the head was in before forcing his length back fully inside. The sex became erratic and brutal. Ginny was pulling on the piercings and biting on his sisters lips. The felatio provided earlier had done its job, and Ginny erupted inside of Rowena, as her sister climaxed in a violent orgasm around her.