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Chapter 7: conjugal visit.
In other dimensions: Herm (Herman Granger, the boy-who lived) was Hermione Granger, the girl-who-lived. Hari (Harriet Potter) was Harry Potter, the boy-who lived Nelly Longbottom was Nevi...
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Chapter 7: conjugal visit.
In other dimensions:
Herm (Herman Granger, the boy-who lived) was Hermione Granger, the girl-who-lived.
Hari (Harriet Potter) was Harry Potter, the boy-who lived
Nelly Longbottom was Neville Longbottom, the boy-who lived
Rhon (Rhonda Weasley) was Ronald Weasley, the boy-who lived
Luna Lovegood was Luna Lovegood, the girl-who-lived.
Myrtle (Moaning Myrtle) was Myrtle Smith, the girl-who-lived.
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As soon as her mother had left the room, Hari noticed that a lump was missing from her pocket. Aunt Petunia had escaped!
Chapter 7: conjugal visit.
(Oh Shift! Where is she?) thought Hari, as she began searching her room for her missing aunt.
She had decided that Myrtle had made her too big and had further reduced her aunt to the size of a Star Wars action figure. Unfortunately, this made it easier for her aunt to hide.
“Hegwig, keep a look out for Aunt Petunia. If you see her, bring her to me,” said Hari.
“Hoot!” replied her snowy owl.
~Sssessska, let me give you some Draught of Living Death,~ hissed Hari as she waved her wand and poured the potion down the throat of her coral snake. She then took her off her wrist and set her on the floor. ~If you see her bite her!~
Hari looked through the rumpled covers of her bed, wondering if she had squashed her aunt while playing with Nelly. Then she tried looking under the bed. She didn’t appear to be there. But when she turned her head to the side, Hari spotted her aunt trying to run out the door! If Petunia made it, there was a danger that Hari’s mother might see her and rescue her. Hari leapt up to chase after her aunt when ~Sssessska~ jumped in the way and bit her. Petunia Dursley silently screamed (there was still a silencing charm on her) before collapsing in a heap. Hedwig swooped down and delivered her into Hari’s hands.
~Good work, Sssessska!~ “Good work, Hedwig!” Hari praised her pets, as she placed her aunt back in her pocket.
Hari spent the rest of the afternoon studying, had dinner with her parents, studied some more and went to bed.
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That night, Hari was awakened by a gentle tapping on her window. She crawled out of bed to find Rhon hovering on a broom, outside her window.
“Go away!” whispered Hari.
“I just wanted to talk with you,” whispered Rhon. “Oh, and nice nightgown, by the way.”
“Just because Nelly is able to talk me into licking your twat, does not mean I have anything to say to you!” whispered back Hari.
“Aw come on!” whispered Rhon. “If you would help me, I wouldn’t have to be on the run from the aurors!”
“But I like you being on the run! It’s what you deserve after what you did to me!” whispered Hari.
“I’m tired of whispering,” said Rhon as she waved her wand to create a silencing ward around them.
Hari countered it and yelled:
“DAD, HELP! RON’S COME TO GET ME!”
“Damit, you bloody bitch!” growled Rhon as she flew away.
Hari’s parents came rushing into the room, their wands drawn.
“What is it Honey?” asked her father.
“Ron was just here!” choked out Hari. “He said he was going to get me for reporting the rape!”
“Oh, honey! I’m sure it was just a dream!” assured Hari’s mother.
“No, mom! He was just out side my window,” protested Hari.
“Then where is he now?” asked her mother.
“He flew away when I screamed,” said Hari.
“Lilly, you stay here and guard Harriet,” said her father as he grabbed Hari’s broom. “I’ll take a look around a make sure he’s not still hanging around!”
After assuring them selves that Ron was no longer in the vicinity, the Potters went back to bed.
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The next morning, over breakfast, the Prophet arrived with the headline:
BOY WHO LIVED VANISHES!
When Hari’s mother opened the paper a looked at the 3rd page, she remarked:
“Look at this! I think it’s disgraceful that the Prophet can get away with publishing half-naked pictures of Moaning Myrtle, just because her birth certificate says she’s 67!”
“Let me see!” said Hari, as she got up and went look over her mother’s shoulder.
While yesterday’s picture had been of Myrtle dancing with her snake, this one was of Myrtle sitting naked on Herm’s lap. It only showed her from the waist up. But they didn’t bother to cover her nipples, like they normally would with underage girls.
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After breakfast, Hari went back to her room to study. After about an hour, there was a warping sound as Herm porkeyed in.
“Herm! What are you doing here!” asked Hair as she jumped up to hug him. He gave her the bone-crushing hug she had come to expect from Hermione.
“I thought I’d and drop in and bring you this,” replied Herm, as he handed her a piece of paper. “It’s a study schedule. If you follow this, you should be able to keep up on your studies for next year and still fit in some time for some extra studying of the Dark Arts. I also brought some books. You’ll have to let me know when your done with them, so a can pass them along to the others!”
“If I had any doubt that the Hermione I know was in that male body, you’ve just dispelled it!” laughed Hari.
“Well, if we’re going to get revenge on Dumbledore, we’ll have to study hard!” justified Herm. “He is, after all one of the most powerful wizards of our time! This is actually a long-term project. I don’t expect us to be ready to take him on until long after we’re out of school, unless we find some kind of short cut. In the meantime, we’ll just have to study hard and bide our time.
But there was another reason I came here. I wanted to talk to you about Rhon.”
“Now don’t you start too!” growled Hari.
“I did some research and there are three possible sentences for her if she’s caught,” explained Herm. “First of All, IF the victim agrees, she could become a Slave of her victim.”
“That actually sounds pretty good to me,” said Hari.
“Well the second possibility is IF the victim agrees, she could marry her victim,” continued Herm.
“And if I don’t agree?” inquired Hari.
“Then she goes to Azkaban for 10 years,” stated Herm. “Don’t you see, you’ve go to come clean about having a marital bond to her! “If they catch her and try to enslave her, it won’t work because she’s already marritally bound to your magic.”
“Then she can go to Azkaban!” growled Hari, as she folded her arms and glared at Herm.
“I’m sorry,” said Herm, as he stepped forward and put his arms around her. “I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you to be raped by your best friend. I won’t bring it up again.”
Herm held her until he felt her relax, then he leaned forward and gave her a kiss. Hari responded eagerly to his kiss and pried his lips apart with her tongue so she could explore his mouth with her tongue. When he broke off the kiss, Hari stepped back and pulled her robe over her head, revealing the plain white bra and panties she had underneath.
“What are you doing!” demanded Herm.
“I want to be shagged again!” said Hari, as she unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts to him.
“Well we can’t just take are clothes off and go at it! A girl likes to be wooed, seduced!” protested Herm.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the girl in this room,” replied Hari, and she kicked off her knickers, exposing her bushy mass of black hair to him. “You should be seducing me!”
“Hari, we need to talk,” said Herm as he sat on the edge of her bed and patted it, indicating that he wanted her to sit next to him.
When Hari joined him, she looked him in the eyes and spoke:
“Look, I’ve never fancied boys before, only girls. And I still do. But when you made love to me, it touched me deep inside in a way I never expected. In my world, Hermione was my best friend, but I’d never considered the possibility of being more than friends before. When we made love, I could tell that I was making love to Hermione’s soul, in spite of your male body. It felt really right to have you inside me!”
“I know,” said Herm. “I thought it was really special too. I could really tell that I was making love to Harry Potter’s soul. The problem is, I was in love with the Harry of my world, and I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Then what’s the problem?” asked Hari. “We’re magically married, we’re falling in love, why don’t we just shag and express our love?”
“Because it’s not fair for me to shag you and not the others!” exclaimed Herm.
“Well, then shag the others too!” retorted Hari.
“Wouldn’t that make you jealous?” asked Herm.
“Look, this Harem ritual was your idea, not mine,” argued Hari. “But I agreed to be in a Harem, just like the rest of us. Sharing you is a part of that. Besides, as I told you, I still like girls. And I haven’t exactly been keeping my hands off the others. And I know, at least Myrtle really wants you.”
“I know!” agreed Herm. “It’s been really hard to resist her since we’ve been living together. She’s constantly prancing around in her underwear trying to attract my attention. And now that Rhon has moved in with us, she’s doing it too!”
“So shag me, and when you get home, shag them too!” pleaded Hari.
“Are you sure that you don’t mind?” asked Herm.
“I’m certain that I mind sharing you a lot less than I mind not having you!” replied Hari. “I long to feel you inside me again! I ache for you! Make love to me, my husband!”
Herm responded by pulling her into a kiss. They deepened it as Herm caressed her cheeks. As his hand moved down her neck to her left breast, Hari hummed with pleasure. Herm gently kneeded her then lightly pinched her nipple.
Suddenly the door opened and Dumbledore stepped in, flanked by Hari’s parents!
Chapter 7: conjugal visit.
In other dimensions:
Herm (Herman Granger, the boy-who lived) was Hermione Granger, the girl-who-lived.
Hari (Harriet Potter) was Harry Potter, the boy-who lived
Nelly Longbottom was Neville Longbottom, the boy-who lived
Rhon (Rhonda Weasley) was Ronald Weasley, the boy-who lived
Luna Lovegood was Luna Lovegood, the girl-who-lived.
Myrtle (Moaning Myrtle) was Myrtle Smith, the girl-who-lived.
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As soon as her mother had left the room, Hari noticed that a lump was missing from her pocket. Aunt Petunia had escaped!
Chapter 7: conjugal visit.
(Oh Shift! Where is she?) thought Hari, as she began searching her room for her missing aunt.
She had decided that Myrtle had made her too big and had further reduced her aunt to the size of a Star Wars action figure. Unfortunately, this made it easier for her aunt to hide.
“Hegwig, keep a look out for Aunt Petunia. If you see her, bring her to me,” said Hari.
“Hoot!” replied her snowy owl.
~Sssessska, let me give you some Draught of Living Death,~ hissed Hari as she waved her wand and poured the potion down the throat of her coral snake. She then took her off her wrist and set her on the floor. ~If you see her bite her!~
Hari looked through the rumpled covers of her bed, wondering if she had squashed her aunt while playing with Nelly. Then she tried looking under the bed. She didn’t appear to be there. But when she turned her head to the side, Hari spotted her aunt trying to run out the door! If Petunia made it, there was a danger that Hari’s mother might see her and rescue her. Hari leapt up to chase after her aunt when ~Sssessska~ jumped in the way and bit her. Petunia Dursley silently screamed (there was still a silencing charm on her) before collapsing in a heap. Hedwig swooped down and delivered her into Hari’s hands.
~Good work, Sssessska!~ “Good work, Hedwig!” Hari praised her pets, as she placed her aunt back in her pocket.
Hari spent the rest of the afternoon studying, had dinner with her parents, studied some more and went to bed.
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That night, Hari was awakened by a gentle tapping on her window. She crawled out of bed to find Rhon hovering on a broom, outside her window.
“Go away!” whispered Hari.
“I just wanted to talk with you,” whispered Rhon. “Oh, and nice nightgown, by the way.”
“Just because Nelly is able to talk me into licking your twat, does not mean I have anything to say to you!” whispered back Hari.
“Aw come on!” whispered Rhon. “If you would help me, I wouldn’t have to be on the run from the aurors!”
“But I like you being on the run! It’s what you deserve after what you did to me!” whispered Hari.
“I’m tired of whispering,” said Rhon as she waved her wand to create a silencing ward around them.
Hari countered it and yelled:
“DAD, HELP! RON’S COME TO GET ME!”
“Damit, you bloody bitch!” growled Rhon as she flew away.
Hari’s parents came rushing into the room, their wands drawn.
“What is it Honey?” asked her father.
“Ron was just here!” choked out Hari. “He said he was going to get me for reporting the rape!”
“Oh, honey! I’m sure it was just a dream!” assured Hari’s mother.
“No, mom! He was just out side my window,” protested Hari.
“Then where is he now?” asked her mother.
“He flew away when I screamed,” said Hari.
“Lilly, you stay here and guard Harriet,” said her father as he grabbed Hari’s broom. “I’ll take a look around a make sure he’s not still hanging around!”
After assuring them selves that Ron was no longer in the vicinity, the Potters went back to bed.
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The next morning, over breakfast, the Prophet arrived with the headline:
BOY WHO LIVED VANISHES!
When Hari’s mother opened the paper a looked at the 3rd page, she remarked:
“Look at this! I think it’s disgraceful that the Prophet can get away with publishing half-naked pictures of Moaning Myrtle, just because her birth certificate says she’s 67!”
“Let me see!” said Hari, as she got up and went look over her mother’s shoulder.
While yesterday’s picture had been of Myrtle dancing with her snake, this one was of Myrtle sitting naked on Herm’s lap. It only showed her from the waist up. But they didn’t bother to cover her nipples, like they normally would with underage girls.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
After breakfast, Hari went back to her room to study. After about an hour, there was a warping sound as Herm porkeyed in.
“Herm! What are you doing here!” asked Hair as she jumped up to hug him. He gave her the bone-crushing hug she had come to expect from Hermione.
“I thought I’d and drop in and bring you this,” replied Herm, as he handed her a piece of paper. “It’s a study schedule. If you follow this, you should be able to keep up on your studies for next year and still fit in some time for some extra studying of the Dark Arts. I also brought some books. You’ll have to let me know when your done with them, so a can pass them along to the others!”
“If I had any doubt that the Hermione I know was in that male body, you’ve just dispelled it!” laughed Hari.
“Well, if we’re going to get revenge on Dumbledore, we’ll have to study hard!” justified Herm. “He is, after all one of the most powerful wizards of our time! This is actually a long-term project. I don’t expect us to be ready to take him on until long after we’re out of school, unless we find some kind of short cut. In the meantime, we’ll just have to study hard and bide our time.
But there was another reason I came here. I wanted to talk to you about Rhon.”
“Now don’t you start too!” growled Hari.
“I did some research and there are three possible sentences for her if she’s caught,” explained Herm. “First of All, IF the victim agrees, she could become a Slave of her victim.”
“That actually sounds pretty good to me,” said Hari.
“Well the second possibility is IF the victim agrees, she could marry her victim,” continued Herm.
“And if I don’t agree?” inquired Hari.
“Then she goes to Azkaban for 10 years,” stated Herm. “Don’t you see, you’ve go to come clean about having a marital bond to her! “If they catch her and try to enslave her, it won’t work because she’s already marritally bound to your magic.”
“Then she can go to Azkaban!” growled Hari, as she folded her arms and glared at Herm.
“I’m sorry,” said Herm, as he stepped forward and put his arms around her. “I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you to be raped by your best friend. I won’t bring it up again.”
Herm held her until he felt her relax, then he leaned forward and gave her a kiss. Hari responded eagerly to his kiss and pried his lips apart with her tongue so she could explore his mouth with her tongue. When he broke off the kiss, Hari stepped back and pulled her robe over her head, revealing the plain white bra and panties she had underneath.
“What are you doing!” demanded Herm.
“I want to be shagged again!” said Hari, as she unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts to him.
“Well we can’t just take are clothes off and go at it! A girl likes to be wooed, seduced!” protested Herm.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the girl in this room,” replied Hari, and she kicked off her knickers, exposing her bushy mass of black hair to him. “You should be seducing me!”
“Hari, we need to talk,” said Herm as he sat on the edge of her bed and patted it, indicating that he wanted her to sit next to him.
When Hari joined him, she looked him in the eyes and spoke:
“Look, I’ve never fancied boys before, only girls. And I still do. But when you made love to me, it touched me deep inside in a way I never expected. In my world, Hermione was my best friend, but I’d never considered the possibility of being more than friends before. When we made love, I could tell that I was making love to Hermione’s soul, in spite of your male body. It felt really right to have you inside me!”
“I know,” said Herm. “I thought it was really special too. I could really tell that I was making love to Harry Potter’s soul. The problem is, I was in love with the Harry of my world, and I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Then what’s the problem?” asked Hari. “We’re magically married, we’re falling in love, why don’t we just shag and express our love?”
“Because it’s not fair for me to shag you and not the others!” exclaimed Herm.
“Well, then shag the others too!” retorted Hari.
“Wouldn’t that make you jealous?” asked Herm.
“Look, this Harem ritual was your idea, not mine,” argued Hari. “But I agreed to be in a Harem, just like the rest of us. Sharing you is a part of that. Besides, as I told you, I still like girls. And I haven’t exactly been keeping my hands off the others. And I know, at least Myrtle really wants you.”
“I know!” agreed Herm. “It’s been really hard to resist her since we’ve been living together. She’s constantly prancing around in her underwear trying to attract my attention. And now that Rhon has moved in with us, she’s doing it too!”
“So shag me, and when you get home, shag them too!” pleaded Hari.
“Are you sure that you don’t mind?” asked Herm.
“I’m certain that I mind sharing you a lot less than I mind not having you!” replied Hari. “I long to feel you inside me again! I ache for you! Make love to me, my husband!”
Herm responded by pulling her into a kiss. They deepened it as Herm caressed her cheeks. As his hand moved down her neck to her left breast, Hari hummed with pleasure. Herm gently kneeded her then lightly pinched her nipple.
Suddenly the door opened and Dumbledore stepped in, flanked by Hari’s parents!
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