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22. The Hell of Naked Flying Redheads
Wizengamot - Lord Potter and Party
"Accio Ronald Weasley!" Harry Potter screamed without thinking, not thinking being somewhat of a bad thing for Harry Potter to overcome, which in turn caused a beautiful naked redheaded girl to find herself no longer impaled on her brothers cock.
She was flying, but not on a broomstick. She was flying in all of her delectable glory towards her Harry. Harry panicked and then suddenly was underneath a very grateful and nude Rowena Weasley. He felt her mouth crashing upon his with wanton abandon; however Harry wanted no part of this. He felt her undulating hips slammed him against his nether bits, and to his shame and horror, his body betrayed him at that moment. He struggled vainly against the girl who had been his best mate but to no avail. He had more than enough women in his life at this moment in time and quite frankly thinking about what he just did this girl was Ron. 'Ewww!' He immediately thought, repulsed by the fact that he former best mate was trying desperately to force her tongue down his throat.
Harry opened his hand and thought about his Jedi project. She was immediately lifted off of him, however instead of being thrown against some obscure wall with the force of the spell; the results were much more desirable. He very carefully manipulated the magic needed, utilizing the Wingardium Leviosa wordlessly. She was lifted off of him and she hovered in mid-air. Once this happened, Harry managed to stand upright, and survey three very unhappy wives. They looked at him in brief disappointment; however were glaring daggers at the naked witch.
"Thanks mate."
"I'm not your mate, Ron, and what's with being a girl? What's more, what with having your girly bits all pierced like a pin cushion and lastly what's with letting who I can only assume is Ginny, shag you in the BLOODY WIZENGAMOT? I wouldn't have noticed except that Ginny's eyes are brown, not blue." Harry said with determination.
"But you saved me!!!" Rowena protested vehemently in her defense.
"Oh don't go there. I'd have saved anyone in that predicament, and you didn't answer the question." Harry retorted.
"I... uh... I um..." Rowena stammered.
"Harry?" Nymmy said quickly, gaining his attention. "I don't think that she can answer you. There must be some kind of compulsion or she's been obliviated."
At that very moment, a decision was made by someone else in the room to do something that would end up being absolutely politically fatal. It was something that would have immediate and drastic recompense.
"Aurors, arrest this woman, under the authority of the Minister of Magic!" Harry recognized the voice of Deloris Umbridge, and immediately looked up to see that two Aurors had taken hold of Nymmy.
"Under what charges," Nymmy protested loudly.
"Statutory rape of a minor." Umbridge stated smugly.
"And who exactly is this minor." Harry said angrily.
"You are, Mister Potter."
"And you're doing this under the authority of the Minister of Magic?"
"Yes I am." She said, looking him squarely in the eye, with a huge toad-like grin.
"Well then, Deloris," Harry said a wry grin playing across his face as he looked up at Rufus Scrimgeour and seeing a look of triumph on his face as well. "You leave me no other choice."
"What's that boy?" Scrimgeour said with a sudden look of trepidation.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wizengamot, may I have your attention please as I'm afraid I must use my Founder's privilege and call an emergency meeting of the Wizengamot for the purpose of a vote of no confidence for Rufus Scrimgeour, and would also like to request that Stan Shunpike be released to the ministry as a material witness. As head of house for the noble and most ancient houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Potter and Black, I present 4 ancestral votes in favor of no confidence, and I would also call as a reminder that Nymphadora Potter is my wife and I'm an adult. Something I believe that the two dunderheaded Ministry officials in Deloris Umbridge and Rufus Scrimgeour have forgotten. In addition to the call for vote of no confidence I would like to immediately declare formal charges against Deloris Umbridge for child abuse and Illegal use of a contract quill for use in punishing a minor during her tenure as High Inquisitor at Hogwarts during the school year in 1995. Aurors holding my wife, I suggest, that you find yourselves incarcerating that toad-like women, instead." Harry said as an unseen wind whipped around him and a crackling electric energy started to form around him, as well.
"Harry, what about Ron and Ginny? Something is going on here, and we need to know as soon as possible." Hermione said very quickly, noticing that familiar look in Harry's eye as taking everything in and searching deeply for any vague glimmer that might be suppressed guilt. "Don't go and start blaming yourself for this, either. Remember what we were here for today."
"Hermione's right, Harry." This time it was one of Luna's first public appearances of lucidity. "Ronald and Ginevra were both guilty as sin on what they were planning, never mind that conniving slag of a woman they would call a mum."
"Hey now see here..." Arthur Weasley was about to protest with an automated defense of the woman whom had been his wife before reality set in with the full force of a bludger. She wasn't his wife any longer.
"Mr. Weasley, please calm down. I know it may still be fresh for you to be recently divorced, but you must come to deal with it."
"Harry, you brought that Auror back from the dead." Arthur protested.
"That doesn't take away Molly's clear scheme to kill me after marrying me off to your daughter in order to acquire the Potter wealth. While it was still just a scheme that never came to fruition, it shows me that there are certain unredeemable qualities about her that I'm just not prepared to forgive. Never mind that I am already married to more than a handful of beautiful women who wouldn't be too pleased to add Ginny or Ron to that mix." Harry said becoming tired.
He looked around at the assembled crowd, seeing the looks of awe mixed with a certain level of disgust. It couldn't be hidden that whomever was responsible for what was going on with Ron and Ginny, their actions had been planned fully. They hadn't had their wands but the little cubes had a sole purpose that was clear and would have been easily overlooked. Both Deloris Umbridge and Rufus Scrimgeour were right in front of him again at that moment. Their previous looks of triumph at attempting to manipulating him had all vanished and were replaced with new schemes now with hope of salvaging their careers.
"Mr. Potter..." Scrimgeour started.
"That's Lord-Baron Potter or Lord Gryffindor, for all intents and purposes here today. What House were you in, Minister, when you attended Hogwarts?" Harry asked loudly, noticing an immediate response that told him before the word was uttered.
"Gryffindor." He said, proudly.
"And you dishonor your house, and me, the heir of that very house by your continued actions here today. Why? What do you hope that this will accomplish. Every person in every house has the same characteristics, and you have just proven yourself to be as bad as Peter Pettigrew or worse, Lucius Malfoy himself." Harry finished without a sense of apathy.
Harry looked at those assembled and took in the shocked gasps and fierce whispers. He noticed that Rufus Scrimgeour was taken down a serious notch. He looked utterly defeated, now, and a shell of the man that he was. He looked at the woman who spent his entire fifth year with a complete lack of malice in her face only because she had been completely defeated by this half-blood whom happened to have the blood of the founders on his side.
"Minister, I'm sure that you were superb when you ran the DMLE, however, running Magical Britain is something completely different. The people didn't elect you just to have a Fudge replacement. They were seeking leadership, which is something that you clearly do not possess in the capacity for which the job entails. Should a new minister replace you, I would expect that person realize that we are currently looking at war with those who call themselves Voldemort's Death Eaters. As long as you're putting away innocents only to have the appearance of making a difference at those innocents expense, we are going to lose. The purpose of war when on the side of justice is to stop your enemy by any means necessary." He looked at the people again, surveying the crowd, and noticed that for a few of them the message was starting to seek in. He felt Nymmy's hand gently squeeze his own, looked over to her vibrantly violet eyes and felt the warm and content smile come across his face. "Well, I'll leave you to it, but understand this, Rufus Scrimgeour, I completely and utterly do not support you in your current position, and would rather support Arthur Weasley as a person of high integrity and moral fibre than someone of your caliber. I'll leave you to your votes."
Harry walked out with his wives never looking back at the utter chaos that he had created. He was done with the lot of them, at that very moment. He just wanted to get home. He wanted to relax, even if that meant putting up with Andromeda's snarkiness, which he really didn't mind anyhow.
As they reached the fountain of the magical brethren, Harry noticed that they hadn't exactly left alone. Following in their wake were Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George Weasley.
"Um, Harry, we'd like a word, please." Bill started.
"Sure thing, what's up?" Harry asked, looking very tired.
"Well, we kind of figured that you were behind what Luna had been doing for dad and us and we just wanted to say thanks." Percy interrupted, shocking Harry at his civility.
"I just figured that it was needed, and Luna was more than happy to do it." Harry said quietly, feeling Luna's reassuring hand on his bum. He turned to look at her receiving a saucy wink from her.
"The three of them had put you through a lot, and not just with the arrest." Luna said solemnly.
"Well, Harry, we're more than stocked up at the Burrow, and would like to invite you out for dinner. After all, it is your birthday." Charlie added.
"Guys, while I appreciate the effort, I'm going to have to take a rain check. I'm knackered.
"Alright then Harry, but please remember that you're still very much invited to the wedding."
"We'll be there." Harry said with a grin, and then the Potter quad apparated home.
Hidden Room - Hog's Head Bar - Hogsmeade
Jonathan sat in a room inside of the bar that was clear that enlargement charms had been used. The room itself was barren. There wasn't a single thing in it with the exception of a large oriental tapestry rug which lay atop the bare oak floor.
Jonathan had been in this room many times before since leaving Hogwarts. His master called it the ritual room. It was much like the Come and Go room otherwise known as the Room of Requirements which happened to be on the seventh floor at Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Jonathan's requirement at this point was self-flagellation. Unfortunately for him, his master had refused him release. He was to perform one hundred strikes with the cat-o-nine tails for his failure.
Jonathan closed his eyes and thought hard about what he needed. When he re-opened them, before him was his familiar rock-embedded whip and a gallon bucket filled with white vinegar.
Jonathan, disrobed, reached for the bucket and poured it on his naked flesh. He quickly grabbed the whip and began his sacrifice at full force. The pain exploded and was re-inforced by the vinegar's sting. He repeated this over and over, again and again. The whip itself had become infused with the vinegar, and each welt, and every cut brought him deliciously closure to nirvana.
"Report." The man said coldly.
"It was a complete failure, master." Jonathan said, his voice tinged with fear at the repercussions for his lack of result.
"Explain."
"Harry Potter was able to break through the barrier with a simple Accio on Rowena."
"Clever boy, that. He will prove a rather interesting challenge. I grow weary of Tom and fear that his game is coming to an end. We must prepare the table for a new opponent. My brother was so found of playing with that Potter child. We'll see if he will make a worthy knight, rather than the pawn Albus thought him to be." His steel eyes came to focus on Jonathan's prone nude form. The boy was already prepared for his punishment.
Tonks Residence - Surprise
Arriving in the back yard with nary a crack the four of them stumbled in surprise at the face of Remus Lupin, who quickly snickered at Harry faltering form. 'I swear that boy can't catch a break on any form of magical travel, can he?' Remus silently questioned.
"Happy Birthday Harry." Remus said, with a knowing smile. "Don't worry, the clown and pony will arrive in about half hour or so."
"Good to hear, Moony. Do tell me we'll have pin the tale on the werewolf, as well." Harry replied sarcastically.
"Well, it'll be a variation, involving Bambi, I'm afraid." Remus replied in a serious tone, causing a series of chuckles to come from the Tonks' whom sat quietly at his side.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bath to get the stench of Ron off of me." Harry said, grumpily.
"Oy, Potter, wait for us, we'll scrub your back and dangly bits!" Nymmy offered and was met with a brilliant smile from Harry.
In the bathroom, Harry closed his eyes as he applied the shampoo to his hair. What he hadn't expected was that Nymmy had enlarged the already massive shower to provide enough room for all four. He marveled at how truly lucky he was to have the three of them. He felt three sets of nimble fingers gingerly work the soap into a thick lather in his scalp. He was carefully guided by his three lovely wives beneath the hot shower that quickly washed the soap from his head.
"Keep your eyes shut, Harry, and no matter what, no peeking." Hermione said.
"Hermione, it's not as if I'm not your husband or anything." Harry quickly countered, but reluctantly complied.
He body was completely rinsed clean. What he felt next was beyond imagination for him. He felt two tongues slowly and seductively tease his nipples, which seemed to last forever, torturing his senses. He felt very familiar and demanding lips engulf his shaft as Luna made slow and patient work of his growing cock. The twin tongues crashed into full suckling lips which teased and tantalizing Harry's nipples until he involuntarily felt a mild pulse of magic come from each of them.
Luna was gently humming while her opened throat reverberated passionately against the spongy head of his cock. She slowly pulled him free of her throat while increasing the suction on him until the head was just between her pursed lips. Daintily, she used the tip of her tongue to gently clear the pre-cum from the tip before quickly engulfing him again with such force and determination that he nearly teetered over.
Hermione released her hold on Harry's nipple and looked down to see that he had transformed himself, slightly to what appear to be a very engorged and erect areola. Smiling to herself, she leaned in and took it very carefully between her teeth and plucked on it lightly causing her husband to moan with blatant lust. She straightened herself and couldn't help herself when her lips crashed against his and his tongue desperately searched out her own eagerly awaiting tongue.
"Does he taste good sweety?" Nymmy asked Luna.
"Mmm-hmm!!!" Luna managed as she felt Harry's pubic hair lightly tickling her nose.
Nymmy knelt down next to Luna, and looked her fellow wife in the eye, and started gently caressing Harry's scrotum. When Luna pulled back until just the head remained, Nymmy leaned forward and ran her tongue from the base until it entered Luna's waiting mouth. Luna eagerly kissed Nymmy with a fierce curiosity and open desire, leaving Harry's organ exposed.
Hermione seizing her chance, leap atop Harry, still standing and felt his girth pushed between her lust swollen labia and felt him fill her to completion. She felt so stretched and when he pulled out a longing for him to be buried in her again.
"Keep your eyes closed, my love and just feel." Hermione said softly as she clinched her kegel muscles tightly down on him as he pulled out and let him freely enter her again, on each and every stroke.
Hermione was getting close to a rapturous orgasm, but remained as studious with her love-making efforts as she was with her books. His thrusts were becoming more and more frantic and powerful in both intent and delivery.
"Harry, love, before you cum, tell me...ummmmm... oh bloody Hell HARRY I'M ALMOST... ALMOST..."
"'MIONE I'M GONNA..." Harry cried out in what seemed to be a blind plea for her to acknowledge his exhilaration.
"OPEN YOUR EYES HARRYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!" Hermione desperately screamed and locked eyes with him and they locked in what seemed like an eternity as they climaxed as one in a screaming orgasm.
Nymmy hadn't let them go unnoticed, and when Hermione had climbed atop Harry and began their lovemaking, she knew something could go wrong. She wouldn't let that happen. She remained determined to make sure that Harry and Hermione would enjoy this experience.
She smiled to herself as she remembered the small game of rock, paper and scissors that they played earlier to determine the order. It would be Hermione, then Luna and finally herself. She was quiet smitten with all three now. The sleeping together had awoken a desire for the two women in her life, and she had a very delicious battle of tongues with Luna which led to light petting.
As Harry and Hermione succumbed to orgasm, she and Luna stood sentry for them, and quickly caught ahold of the two of them prior to collapse. Easing the two of them down until all were settled onto the floor of the shower, Nymmy knelt between Hermione's still recovering thighs and devilishly transformed her tongue to be eight inches long.
Carefully and cautiously she placed her tongue along the length of Hermione's cunny. She felt Hermione shudder, still not quite recovered from her orgasm. A dark and sinister glint formed in her eye as she locked eyes with her fellow wife. With a slow, deliberate and tantalization practiced easy she slipped the tip of her tongue, and followed through until the length of her tongue was buried within her.
Hermione squirmed against her tongue as Nymmy wiggled it back and forth relishing in the mixture of taste of both her husband and wife's delightful taste.
Luna was on Harry almost immediately. She simply replaced his softening cock into her mouth, gently and patiently suckling. The flavor mixture was sending signals to her cunny which was embarrassingly wet. She ran her index finger lightly over her clitoris. She quickly found Harry's fingers replacing her own, and felt his eager tongue at her opening.
Harry was in utter and complete bliss. He sealed his mouth firmly on Luna's shaven crevice at a sideways angle. He closed his eyes and quickly pushed out his tongue and started quoting Quidditch strategy in parseltongue. He then felt her legs clamp down on his head, but when he stopped she quickly relaxed, pulled her mouth free of his erection and begged him to take her.
Harry crawled on top of her and immediately sunk into her. She was much smaller than Hermione in height, however her c-cup breasts were slightly larger than Hermione and allowed him access to take her rose-colored prominent nipples easily. He suckled on her gently which elicited a moan of encouragement, while Luna wrapped her legs tightly around her husband.
Harry watched as Luna's hips crashed into his forcefully, and could honestly say that her carnal delight made him question if perhaps she had been a male in her former life. Her mound crashed into him over and over until she literally spasmed around him which brought him over for the second time.
Harry laid there in the shower stall panting as the beads of hot water rhythmically massaged his back. He pulled himself slowly off of Luna, and them pulled her into a deep soul-searing kiss which causing her lips to quiver and her eyes to open in a look of utter joy.
Harry released her before falling back down on his bum, and his back crashed against the shower wall feeling utterly spent. Opening his eyes he found violet eyes less than two inches away.
"Nymmy I'm spent. Please." He said sounding almost lost. Unfortunately for Harry that proved to be the wrong approach.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER YOU WILL SATISFY ME AND DO IT NOW!" Nymmy said with mock anger before winking at him, and kissing him slowly and deeply.
She sank into him and instantly her body molded into his as if to say that it belonged her at that moment and always. She caressed his cheek, and slowly wrapped her arms around him, never paying attention to her accomplices as she now felt four hands caressing her. The moved from her shoulders down her back and then down to her bum before change courses for random locations but with the same mission to sooth the young witch.
Nymmy looked at Luna first and saw the utter and complete love in her eyes and not just for Harry but for her and as she watched Luna's eyes travel to her partner in soothing Nymmy she could see a steady and reassuring love for Hermione in Luna's eyes as well. She felt safe at that moment, knowing that this relationship was more than just polygamous towards Harry but it was clear that the love that was felt was so intense that it was almost palpable.
Nearly fifteen minutes had passed when Nymmy felt the sleeping beast beneath her strain to gain both her attention and affection. She felt Harry's lips on her neck and his hands gently kneading her breasts. She lifted herself slightly only enough to slam herself down on him, and begin to show him how much she needed his length inside of her.
She looked down at him in utter wonder and at that very moment realized that her prince was where she had always wished that he would someday be. Within her, satisfying her beyond what she thought that love really was, and was pushing his love into every single body movement.
She leant down and devoured his mouth with a need to wordlessly communicate unequivocally that she loved him beyond measure. She moaned into his mouth as he found his rhythm, and managed to rub her clitty in such a way that it literally had her straining against him when he occasionally; and she though deliberately missed the spot in mild form of torture.
She felt his wide-spread fingers wrap firmly around her breasts and could tell which two on each hand had gently squeezed together to lightly pinching them as he began again to stroke eratically. Nymmy was close. She felt that Harry had given up the long strokes and was gently rubbing into her, driving her utterly closer to madness until his eyes immediate shot open.
"I love you Nymmy!!!!" He screamed, and she felt his muscles contract within her which drove her into her own silent orgasm.
It was then, that the four sat quietly in the shower stall together looking at each other with looks of utter contentment that Harry said the most out of place thing.
"Whose up for pin the tail on the werewolf?" With a smug satisfied grin.
Wizengamot - Lord Potter and Party
"Accio Ronald Weasley!" Harry Potter screamed without thinking, not thinking being somewhat of a bad thing for Harry Potter to overcome, which in turn caused a beautiful naked redheaded girl to find herself no longer impaled on her brothers cock.
She was flying, but not on a broomstick. She was flying in all of her delectable glory towards her Harry. Harry panicked and then suddenly was underneath a very grateful and nude Rowena Weasley. He felt her mouth crashing upon his with wanton abandon; however Harry wanted no part of this. He felt her undulating hips slammed him against his nether bits, and to his shame and horror, his body betrayed him at that moment. He struggled vainly against the girl who had been his best mate but to no avail. He had more than enough women in his life at this moment in time and quite frankly thinking about what he just did this girl was Ron. 'Ewww!' He immediately thought, repulsed by the fact that he former best mate was trying desperately to force her tongue down his throat.
Harry opened his hand and thought about his Jedi project. She was immediately lifted off of him, however instead of being thrown against some obscure wall with the force of the spell; the results were much more desirable. He very carefully manipulated the magic needed, utilizing the Wingardium Leviosa wordlessly. She was lifted off of him and she hovered in mid-air. Once this happened, Harry managed to stand upright, and survey three very unhappy wives. They looked at him in brief disappointment; however were glaring daggers at the naked witch.
"Thanks mate."
"I'm not your mate, Ron, and what's with being a girl? What's more, what with having your girly bits all pierced like a pin cushion and lastly what's with letting who I can only assume is Ginny, shag you in the BLOODY WIZENGAMOT? I wouldn't have noticed except that Ginny's eyes are brown, not blue." Harry said with determination.
"But you saved me!!!" Rowena protested vehemently in her defense.
"Oh don't go there. I'd have saved anyone in that predicament, and you didn't answer the question." Harry retorted.
"I... uh... I um..." Rowena stammered.
"Harry?" Nymmy said quickly, gaining his attention. "I don't think that she can answer you. There must be some kind of compulsion or she's been obliviated."
At that very moment, a decision was made by someone else in the room to do something that would end up being absolutely politically fatal. It was something that would have immediate and drastic recompense.
"Aurors, arrest this woman, under the authority of the Minister of Magic!" Harry recognized the voice of Deloris Umbridge, and immediately looked up to see that two Aurors had taken hold of Nymmy.
"Under what charges," Nymmy protested loudly.
"Statutory rape of a minor." Umbridge stated smugly.
"And who exactly is this minor." Harry said angrily.
"You are, Mister Potter."
"And you're doing this under the authority of the Minister of Magic?"
"Yes I am." She said, looking him squarely in the eye, with a huge toad-like grin.
"Well then, Deloris," Harry said a wry grin playing across his face as he looked up at Rufus Scrimgeour and seeing a look of triumph on his face as well. "You leave me no other choice."
"What's that boy?" Scrimgeour said with a sudden look of trepidation.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wizengamot, may I have your attention please as I'm afraid I must use my Founder's privilege and call an emergency meeting of the Wizengamot for the purpose of a vote of no confidence for Rufus Scrimgeour, and would also like to request that Stan Shunpike be released to the ministry as a material witness. As head of house for the noble and most ancient houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Potter and Black, I present 4 ancestral votes in favor of no confidence, and I would also call as a reminder that Nymphadora Potter is my wife and I'm an adult. Something I believe that the two dunderheaded Ministry officials in Deloris Umbridge and Rufus Scrimgeour have forgotten. In addition to the call for vote of no confidence I would like to immediately declare formal charges against Deloris Umbridge for child abuse and Illegal use of a contract quill for use in punishing a minor during her tenure as High Inquisitor at Hogwarts during the school year in 1995. Aurors holding my wife, I suggest, that you find yourselves incarcerating that toad-like women, instead." Harry said as an unseen wind whipped around him and a crackling electric energy started to form around him, as well.
"Harry, what about Ron and Ginny? Something is going on here, and we need to know as soon as possible." Hermione said very quickly, noticing that familiar look in Harry's eye as taking everything in and searching deeply for any vague glimmer that might be suppressed guilt. "Don't go and start blaming yourself for this, either. Remember what we were here for today."
"Hermione's right, Harry." This time it was one of Luna's first public appearances of lucidity. "Ronald and Ginevra were both guilty as sin on what they were planning, never mind that conniving slag of a woman they would call a mum."
"Hey now see here..." Arthur Weasley was about to protest with an automated defense of the woman whom had been his wife before reality set in with the full force of a bludger. She wasn't his wife any longer.
"Mr. Weasley, please calm down. I know it may still be fresh for you to be recently divorced, but you must come to deal with it."
"Harry, you brought that Auror back from the dead." Arthur protested.
"That doesn't take away Molly's clear scheme to kill me after marrying me off to your daughter in order to acquire the Potter wealth. While it was still just a scheme that never came to fruition, it shows me that there are certain unredeemable qualities about her that I'm just not prepared to forgive. Never mind that I am already married to more than a handful of beautiful women who wouldn't be too pleased to add Ginny or Ron to that mix." Harry said becoming tired.
He looked around at the assembled crowd, seeing the looks of awe mixed with a certain level of disgust. It couldn't be hidden that whomever was responsible for what was going on with Ron and Ginny, their actions had been planned fully. They hadn't had their wands but the little cubes had a sole purpose that was clear and would have been easily overlooked. Both Deloris Umbridge and Rufus Scrimgeour were right in front of him again at that moment. Their previous looks of triumph at attempting to manipulating him had all vanished and were replaced with new schemes now with hope of salvaging their careers.
"Mr. Potter..." Scrimgeour started.
"That's Lord-Baron Potter or Lord Gryffindor, for all intents and purposes here today. What House were you in, Minister, when you attended Hogwarts?" Harry asked loudly, noticing an immediate response that told him before the word was uttered.
"Gryffindor." He said, proudly.
"And you dishonor your house, and me, the heir of that very house by your continued actions here today. Why? What do you hope that this will accomplish. Every person in every house has the same characteristics, and you have just proven yourself to be as bad as Peter Pettigrew or worse, Lucius Malfoy himself." Harry finished without a sense of apathy.
Harry looked at those assembled and took in the shocked gasps and fierce whispers. He noticed that Rufus Scrimgeour was taken down a serious notch. He looked utterly defeated, now, and a shell of the man that he was. He looked at the woman who spent his entire fifth year with a complete lack of malice in her face only because she had been completely defeated by this half-blood whom happened to have the blood of the founders on his side.
"Minister, I'm sure that you were superb when you ran the DMLE, however, running Magical Britain is something completely different. The people didn't elect you just to have a Fudge replacement. They were seeking leadership, which is something that you clearly do not possess in the capacity for which the job entails. Should a new minister replace you, I would expect that person realize that we are currently looking at war with those who call themselves Voldemort's Death Eaters. As long as you're putting away innocents only to have the appearance of making a difference at those innocents expense, we are going to lose. The purpose of war when on the side of justice is to stop your enemy by any means necessary." He looked at the people again, surveying the crowd, and noticed that for a few of them the message was starting to seek in. He felt Nymmy's hand gently squeeze his own, looked over to her vibrantly violet eyes and felt the warm and content smile come across his face. "Well, I'll leave you to it, but understand this, Rufus Scrimgeour, I completely and utterly do not support you in your current position, and would rather support Arthur Weasley as a person of high integrity and moral fibre than someone of your caliber. I'll leave you to your votes."
Harry walked out with his wives never looking back at the utter chaos that he had created. He was done with the lot of them, at that very moment. He just wanted to get home. He wanted to relax, even if that meant putting up with Andromeda's snarkiness, which he really didn't mind anyhow.
As they reached the fountain of the magical brethren, Harry noticed that they hadn't exactly left alone. Following in their wake were Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George Weasley.
"Um, Harry, we'd like a word, please." Bill started.
"Sure thing, what's up?" Harry asked, looking very tired.
"Well, we kind of figured that you were behind what Luna had been doing for dad and us and we just wanted to say thanks." Percy interrupted, shocking Harry at his civility.
"I just figured that it was needed, and Luna was more than happy to do it." Harry said quietly, feeling Luna's reassuring hand on his bum. He turned to look at her receiving a saucy wink from her.
"The three of them had put you through a lot, and not just with the arrest." Luna said solemnly.
"Well, Harry, we're more than stocked up at the Burrow, and would like to invite you out for dinner. After all, it is your birthday." Charlie added.
"Guys, while I appreciate the effort, I'm going to have to take a rain check. I'm knackered.
"Alright then Harry, but please remember that you're still very much invited to the wedding."
"We'll be there." Harry said with a grin, and then the Potter quad apparated home.
Hidden Room - Hog's Head Bar - Hogsmeade
Jonathan sat in a room inside of the bar that was clear that enlargement charms had been used. The room itself was barren. There wasn't a single thing in it with the exception of a large oriental tapestry rug which lay atop the bare oak floor.
Jonathan had been in this room many times before since leaving Hogwarts. His master called it the ritual room. It was much like the Come and Go room otherwise known as the Room of Requirements which happened to be on the seventh floor at Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Jonathan's requirement at this point was self-flagellation. Unfortunately for him, his master had refused him release. He was to perform one hundred strikes with the cat-o-nine tails for his failure.
Jonathan closed his eyes and thought hard about what he needed. When he re-opened them, before him was his familiar rock-embedded whip and a gallon bucket filled with white vinegar.
Jonathan, disrobed, reached for the bucket and poured it on his naked flesh. He quickly grabbed the whip and began his sacrifice at full force. The pain exploded and was re-inforced by the vinegar's sting. He repeated this over and over, again and again. The whip itself had become infused with the vinegar, and each welt, and every cut brought him deliciously closure to nirvana.
"Report." The man said coldly.
"It was a complete failure, master." Jonathan said, his voice tinged with fear at the repercussions for his lack of result.
"Explain."
"Harry Potter was able to break through the barrier with a simple Accio on Rowena."
"Clever boy, that. He will prove a rather interesting challenge. I grow weary of Tom and fear that his game is coming to an end. We must prepare the table for a new opponent. My brother was so found of playing with that Potter child. We'll see if he will make a worthy knight, rather than the pawn Albus thought him to be." His steel eyes came to focus on Jonathan's prone nude form. The boy was already prepared for his punishment.
Tonks Residence - Surprise
Arriving in the back yard with nary a crack the four of them stumbled in surprise at the face of Remus Lupin, who quickly snickered at Harry faltering form. 'I swear that boy can't catch a break on any form of magical travel, can he?' Remus silently questioned.
"Happy Birthday Harry." Remus said, with a knowing smile. "Don't worry, the clown and pony will arrive in about half hour or so."
"Good to hear, Moony. Do tell me we'll have pin the tale on the werewolf, as well." Harry replied sarcastically.
"Well, it'll be a variation, involving Bambi, I'm afraid." Remus replied in a serious tone, causing a series of chuckles to come from the Tonks' whom sat quietly at his side.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bath to get the stench of Ron off of me." Harry said, grumpily.
"Oy, Potter, wait for us, we'll scrub your back and dangly bits!" Nymmy offered and was met with a brilliant smile from Harry.
In the bathroom, Harry closed his eyes as he applied the shampoo to his hair. What he hadn't expected was that Nymmy had enlarged the already massive shower to provide enough room for all four. He marveled at how truly lucky he was to have the three of them. He felt three sets of nimble fingers gingerly work the soap into a thick lather in his scalp. He was carefully guided by his three lovely wives beneath the hot shower that quickly washed the soap from his head.
"Keep your eyes shut, Harry, and no matter what, no peeking." Hermione said.
"Hermione, it's not as if I'm not your husband or anything." Harry quickly countered, but reluctantly complied.
He body was completely rinsed clean. What he felt next was beyond imagination for him. He felt two tongues slowly and seductively tease his nipples, which seemed to last forever, torturing his senses. He felt very familiar and demanding lips engulf his shaft as Luna made slow and patient work of his growing cock. The twin tongues crashed into full suckling lips which teased and tantalizing Harry's nipples until he involuntarily felt a mild pulse of magic come from each of them.
Luna was gently humming while her opened throat reverberated passionately against the spongy head of his cock. She slowly pulled him free of her throat while increasing the suction on him until the head was just between her pursed lips. Daintily, she used the tip of her tongue to gently clear the pre-cum from the tip before quickly engulfing him again with such force and determination that he nearly teetered over.
Hermione released her hold on Harry's nipple and looked down to see that he had transformed himself, slightly to what appear to be a very engorged and erect areola. Smiling to herself, she leaned in and took it very carefully between her teeth and plucked on it lightly causing her husband to moan with blatant lust. She straightened herself and couldn't help herself when her lips crashed against his and his tongue desperately searched out her own eagerly awaiting tongue.
"Does he taste good sweety?" Nymmy asked Luna.
"Mmm-hmm!!!" Luna managed as she felt Harry's pubic hair lightly tickling her nose.
Nymmy knelt down next to Luna, and looked her fellow wife in the eye, and started gently caressing Harry's scrotum. When Luna pulled back until just the head remained, Nymmy leaned forward and ran her tongue from the base until it entered Luna's waiting mouth. Luna eagerly kissed Nymmy with a fierce curiosity and open desire, leaving Harry's organ exposed.
Hermione seizing her chance, leap atop Harry, still standing and felt his girth pushed between her lust swollen labia and felt him fill her to completion. She felt so stretched and when he pulled out a longing for him to be buried in her again.
"Keep your eyes closed, my love and just feel." Hermione said softly as she clinched her kegel muscles tightly down on him as he pulled out and let him freely enter her again, on each and every stroke.
Hermione was getting close to a rapturous orgasm, but remained as studious with her love-making efforts as she was with her books. His thrusts were becoming more and more frantic and powerful in both intent and delivery.
"Harry, love, before you cum, tell me...ummmmm... oh bloody Hell HARRY I'M ALMOST... ALMOST..."
"'MIONE I'M GONNA..." Harry cried out in what seemed to be a blind plea for her to acknowledge his exhilaration.
"OPEN YOUR EYES HARRYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!" Hermione desperately screamed and locked eyes with him and they locked in what seemed like an eternity as they climaxed as one in a screaming orgasm.
Nymmy hadn't let them go unnoticed, and when Hermione had climbed atop Harry and began their lovemaking, she knew something could go wrong. She wouldn't let that happen. She remained determined to make sure that Harry and Hermione would enjoy this experience.
She smiled to herself as she remembered the small game of rock, paper and scissors that they played earlier to determine the order. It would be Hermione, then Luna and finally herself. She was quiet smitten with all three now. The sleeping together had awoken a desire for the two women in her life, and she had a very delicious battle of tongues with Luna which led to light petting.
As Harry and Hermione succumbed to orgasm, she and Luna stood sentry for them, and quickly caught ahold of the two of them prior to collapse. Easing the two of them down until all were settled onto the floor of the shower, Nymmy knelt between Hermione's still recovering thighs and devilishly transformed her tongue to be eight inches long.
Carefully and cautiously she placed her tongue along the length of Hermione's cunny. She felt Hermione shudder, still not quite recovered from her orgasm. A dark and sinister glint formed in her eye as she locked eyes with her fellow wife. With a slow, deliberate and tantalization practiced easy she slipped the tip of her tongue, and followed through until the length of her tongue was buried within her.
Hermione squirmed against her tongue as Nymmy wiggled it back and forth relishing in the mixture of taste of both her husband and wife's delightful taste.
Luna was on Harry almost immediately. She simply replaced his softening cock into her mouth, gently and patiently suckling. The flavor mixture was sending signals to her cunny which was embarrassingly wet. She ran her index finger lightly over her clitoris. She quickly found Harry's fingers replacing her own, and felt his eager tongue at her opening.
Harry was in utter and complete bliss. He sealed his mouth firmly on Luna's shaven crevice at a sideways angle. He closed his eyes and quickly pushed out his tongue and started quoting Quidditch strategy in parseltongue. He then felt her legs clamp down on his head, but when he stopped she quickly relaxed, pulled her mouth free of his erection and begged him to take her.
Harry crawled on top of her and immediately sunk into her. She was much smaller than Hermione in height, however her c-cup breasts were slightly larger than Hermione and allowed him access to take her rose-colored prominent nipples easily. He suckled on her gently which elicited a moan of encouragement, while Luna wrapped her legs tightly around her husband.
Harry watched as Luna's hips crashed into his forcefully, and could honestly say that her carnal delight made him question if perhaps she had been a male in her former life. Her mound crashed into him over and over until she literally spasmed around him which brought him over for the second time.
Harry laid there in the shower stall panting as the beads of hot water rhythmically massaged his back. He pulled himself slowly off of Luna, and them pulled her into a deep soul-searing kiss which causing her lips to quiver and her eyes to open in a look of utter joy.
Harry released her before falling back down on his bum, and his back crashed against the shower wall feeling utterly spent. Opening his eyes he found violet eyes less than two inches away.
"Nymmy I'm spent. Please." He said sounding almost lost. Unfortunately for Harry that proved to be the wrong approach.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER YOU WILL SATISFY ME AND DO IT NOW!" Nymmy said with mock anger before winking at him, and kissing him slowly and deeply.
She sank into him and instantly her body molded into his as if to say that it belonged her at that moment and always. She caressed his cheek, and slowly wrapped her arms around him, never paying attention to her accomplices as she now felt four hands caressing her. The moved from her shoulders down her back and then down to her bum before change courses for random locations but with the same mission to sooth the young witch.
Nymmy looked at Luna first and saw the utter and complete love in her eyes and not just for Harry but for her and as she watched Luna's eyes travel to her partner in soothing Nymmy she could see a steady and reassuring love for Hermione in Luna's eyes as well. She felt safe at that moment, knowing that this relationship was more than just polygamous towards Harry but it was clear that the love that was felt was so intense that it was almost palpable.
Nearly fifteen minutes had passed when Nymmy felt the sleeping beast beneath her strain to gain both her attention and affection. She felt Harry's lips on her neck and his hands gently kneading her breasts. She lifted herself slightly only enough to slam herself down on him, and begin to show him how much she needed his length inside of her.
She looked down at him in utter wonder and at that very moment realized that her prince was where she had always wished that he would someday be. Within her, satisfying her beyond what she thought that love really was, and was pushing his love into every single body movement.
She leant down and devoured his mouth with a need to wordlessly communicate unequivocally that she loved him beyond measure. She moaned into his mouth as he found his rhythm, and managed to rub her clitty in such a way that it literally had her straining against him when he occasionally; and she though deliberately missed the spot in mild form of torture.
She felt his wide-spread fingers wrap firmly around her breasts and could tell which two on each hand had gently squeezed together to lightly pinching them as he began again to stroke eratically. Nymmy was close. She felt that Harry had given up the long strokes and was gently rubbing into her, driving her utterly closer to madness until his eyes immediate shot open.
"I love you Nymmy!!!!" He screamed, and she felt his muscles contract within her which drove her into her own silent orgasm.
It was then, that the four sat quietly in the shower stall together looking at each other with looks of utter contentment that Harry said the most out of place thing.
"Whose up for pin the tail on the werewolf?" With a smug satisfied grin.
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