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Chapter 10: Mayhem!
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 10: Mayhem!
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.
When she felt the tips had grown enough, Hari reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off and spun it around, to the cheers of the crowd. Then, after carefully stopping her bra’s momentum so it wouldn’t fly into the crowd, Hari dropped it onto the stage.
The second, she let go of her undergarment, the door of the Pony Girl Pub opened as a new customer came in. Hari recognized her father through the glare the minute he entered.
“Dad!” gasped Hari.
At the same time, the light from the open door was angled just right to shine on the face of the mysterious hooded figure that Emily was dancing for, Bellatrix Le Strange!
“Mother!” gasped Emily.
Chapter 10: Mayhem!
Spotting Bellatrix, James Potter turned and cast a spell at her, but she was able to raise shield in time to block it. All over the bar, people leaped to their feet and drew their wands. When Bellatrix stood, she jostled the table, knocking her daughter off. Emily, who was experienced at dancing on tables in nothing but high heels, was able to control her fall enough to land on her feet. Hari was not so lucky. Having just recently learned the art of walking in heels, she was easily startled. When the fight broke out, she slipped and fell off the stage . . . right into Greg Goyle’s lap!
“Honk! Honk!” said Goyle as he squeezed her boob, twice.
Hari backhanded him as hard as she could.
“Ow! You bwoke by dose! You fudding Bwitch!” yelled Goyle as he threw her off of his lap and onto the floor.
By now, spells were flying fast and furiously.
“Myrtle!” yelled Hari as she crawled around trying to stay out of the line of fire. She had long since lost her pumps.
But there was too much noise to tell if she was being answered. Suddenly a pair of hands reached down out of the milling crowd and lifted her.
“Put me down!” yelled Hari as she struggled.
Then, when he drug her out the door, she realized that her captor was her father.
“It’s okay, you’re safe,” assured her father as he wrapped his cloak around her.
“We’ve got to go back in there!” screamed Hari.
“No. You’re coming home!” demanded her father.
“But Myrtle’s still in there!” yelled Hari, as her father pulled her away from the door just in time to avoid a killing curse.
“I said, NO!” insisted her father, as he began dragging her away.
“Help! Rape!” yelled Hari at the crowd on Knock Turn Alley.
Everyone pretended not to hear her. Hari continued to struggle but her father continued to drag her away. When they finally made it into Diagon Alley, Hari tried again.
“Help this man in trying to abduct me!” yelled Hari.
Instantly, a dozen people pulled their wands and began pointing them at her father. Hari took advantage of his momentary startlement to slip off the cloak and out of his grasp. As he father tried to explain the situation, Hari ran down the stairs and back into Knock Turn Alley.
She had almost made it back to the club when a voice called out to her.
“Over here!” whispered Rhon from behind a bin.
“Rhon!” yelled Hari as she grabbed her by the hand. “Come on! We’ve got to save Myrtle!”
“I just saw her running towards the apartment,” said Rhon. “You should go there too before some one sees you like this and gets ideas.”
“And what kind of idea would that be?” asked a gruff voice.
The voice belonged to a tall, muscular scraggly man. The kind of man, who would, make someone like Mundugus, his bitch in prison.
“The idea, maybe, that I can do anything I want to a couple us hot young tarts like you two?” As he spoke, Hari noticed that his gang of ruffians were circling them. He was not alone!
“Expeliamus!” yelled the gang leader as he spotted Rhon going for her wand. It flew through the air and landed in the man’s hand. “Nasty! Nasty! You don’t want to be spoiling our fun. Seize them!”
The ruffians surged forward and grabbed Hari and Rhon. Once they were pulled to their feet and held fast, the chief came closer to Hari. She, like Rhon was held by a stronger man on each arm. Their arms were pulled tight and they were lifted off their feet so they couldn’t struggle. He pintched Hari’s face and held it close to hers.
“Well this one looks hot to trot,” said the man as he ran his other hand down her chest and palmed her pubic mound. “Nah! I think I’d rather do the other one first!”
The man turned to Rhon and unhooked her cloak. With a tearing sound, he ripped Rhon’s dress off of her.
~Hari blow up his balls!~ hissed Rhon, as the man ripped her bra and panties off
~I can’t! I don’t know how!~ hissed Hari.
~But you blew up my balls~ hissed Rhon as the two goons pulled her down to the ground.
~That was accidental magic! I don’t know how to do it on purpose!~ hissed Hari.
“Urk!” grunted Rhon as he entered her. ~Well you’d better figure it out soon or you’ll be next!~
As the man raped Rhon, Hari began to feel Herm trying to draw her magic away. She let him have it.
Once he was done, the leader got up and relieved one of the goons holding Hari.
“You want to give this one a ride?” the leader asked his subordinate.
“Reducto!” yelled Herm as the leader’s head exploded.
~Sirclo!~ hissed Myrtle and a ring of black light shot out of her wand and encircled the neck of Hari’s other attacker.
The goon let go of her and reached for his own neck and the black ring contracted, cutting off his air supply.
On seeing this, the other two goons let go of Rhon and ran away.
Tonks stunned them as they ran away.
“Oh! Herm! . . . They . . . .were . . . going to- . . . They . . . . Rhon!” sobbed Hari as she fell into Herms arms.
“Shhhh! It’s okay. You’re safe now,” said Herm, as he put his arms around her.
Myrtle had gone to Rhon’s side and was trying to comfort her.
“Let’s go home now,” said Herm as he guided her back to the apartment.
As soon as they turned away, a group of hags swarmed forward and began looting the bodies.
Once they were back, the four of them collapsed on the bed. Hari and Rhon cried themselves out as Myrtle and Herm comforted them. At some point, comforting became kissing became more. The four of them made love in a bundle so tightly wound that Hari had trouble telling who was doing what to whom. She relaxed into it and let herself go until she was wracked by the most intense orgasm of her life!
After Myrtle got off her face, Hari looked down to see Rhon’s face smiling up at her from between her legs!
Hari leaped from the bed and threw some clothes on. Grabbing her wand, she ran out the door. She didn’t stop running until the reached the Leaky Cauldron. A pinch of Floo Powder and she was back at Godric’s Hollow.
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When Lily Potter heard the floo flash, she went into the parlor to see who had arrived. She was overjoyed to see the tear streaked face of her daughter.
“Oh! My baby!” said Lily as she pulled her daughter into a hug.
“Oh Mom! My life is out of control!” sobbed Hari. “Surely there must be some middle ground between being grounded for the summer and my running wild in Knock Turn Alley!”
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Hari had been negotiating with her parents all evening.
“Okay so we’re agreed that I will be able to visit my friends, be I won’t be able to spend the night,” stated Hari. I’ll stay out of Knock Turn Alley. What about Herm and Myrtle?”
“Well I’ve been thinking about that,” said Hari’s mother as she opened an ancient tome. “Now I know you don’t like me interfering in your love life, but what if you were to become betrothed to Herman? See, it used to be the custom to allow a betrothed couple to share a bed as long as someone else slept in the same room who would act as chaperone. So if Herm was betrothed to you, the two of you could share a bed and Myrtle could act as your chaperone.”
“That sounds ideal!” said Hari.
“Of course, Myrtle would have to give up stripping in Knock Turn Alley,” said Hari’s father. “And you would have to promise not to have any children until after you’ve graduated.”
“I’ll send them an owl and see what they say,” replied Hari.
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The next morning, Hari was having breakfast with her parents when the Prophet arrived. The headline said:
Mayhem in Knock Turn Alley.
There was a picture of the battle in the Pony Girl Pub. Bellatrix could clearly be seen battling Hari’s father. If she looked very closely, she could occasionally catch glimpses of herself crawling around on the floor. When Hari’s mother opened the paper the gasped!
“James! Look!” gasped Hari’s mother.
Hari and her father got up to look over her shoulder. The 3rd Page girl was Hari. The picture was Hari dancing onstage at the Pony Girl Club. She had on her thin cotton underwear. When she poured the water on herself, her undergarments became see-through. Although the Prophet was obeying the letter of the law against publishing nude pictures of under-age girls, they were clearly violating the spirit of the law. Once wet, Hari’s bra had become translucent enough that the size and shape of her areolas where clearly visible. The cold water had also made her nipples stand up and the cloth clung to her skin enough that they could clearly be seen. Her wet knickers were even worse! No only could the dark, triangular patch of her pubic hair be seen, but the cloth clung to her like a second skin and every fold and contour of her camel toe could clearly be seen. It was more revealing than nudity would have been! As Hari’s picture continued to dance, she took off her bra. When she did so, black bands appeared over her nipples to protect her modesty. The caption said:
Flashy Hari!
“I trust we won’t be seeing any more pictures like this,” growled Hari’s father.
“No sir,” said Hari.
Just then, there was a whoosh! as Herm and Myrtle arrived in the floo. Hari greeted them both with a hug.
“I brought your money from your dance at the Pub,” said Myrtle as she dumped a large pile of galleons on the table.
“You made all this from one dance?” asked Hari’s father as the girls nodded. “How much do you make in a night, anyway, Myrtle?”
“Quite a bit more than this,” replied Myrtle. “In fact that was something I wanted to talk with you about. After I received Hari’s letter, I used it as leverage to renegotiate my contract. They’re offering to pay me as much as I make in a week for just working Friday nights! So I was kind of hoping I could still live here and continue to work.”
“Please dad!” begged Hari. “She doesn’t have to live with us, she can support herself. But I’d feel safer if I knew she was here most of the time!”
“Alright, But I think we’ll have to go with you to watch over you while you perform,” replied Hari’s father.
“James!” admonished Hari’s mother.
“It’s the only way, Lilly,” replied Hari’s father.
“Well now that that’s taken care of, there is another piece of business we need to move on to,” began Herm. “If Hari and I are going to be betrothed, there is the simple matter of her dowry. Now I think your daughter is a pearl beyond price! It would be impossible to place a value on her, but for argument’s sake, let’s start the negotiation at 100 million Galleons, an infinitesimal fraction of her true value.”
“Oh Herm!” gushed Hari.
“I don’t know about that,” replied Hari’s father. “While that might have been her value at one time, now that she’s no longer a virgin, her value has depreciated quite a bit. I wouldn’t pay more than 100 Galleons.”
“Dad!”
“James!”
“The status of her maidenhead makes no difference to me,” said Herm. “But I’m willing to come down to 10 million galleons.
Hari grasped Herm’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Well, not only is she not a virgin, but the pending rape case, makes her status public knowledge,” countered Hari’s father. “Let’s make it 1000 galleons.”
“Being the boy-who-lived, I’ve had to deal with negative publicity all my life,” replied Herm. “It doesn’t matter what the press has to say about her. I still think she’s worth at least a million galleons.”
“There is also the matter of some of her recent behavior,” countered Hari’s father. “Kissing other boys, dancing in a strip club, appearing on the 3rd page of the prophet, I wouldn’t dream of paying more that 10,000 galleons for such a scarlet woman.”
“They say that love conquers all,” began Herm. “I think that the love between your daughter and I is strong enough to weather a few difficulties. If 100,000 galleons is all you’ll give me for marrying the woman I love, I am getting the better end of the deal.”
“Son, you just said the magic word,” grinned Hari’s father. “Love. 100,000 galleons it is! I’ll have it transferred into your Gringotts account by the morning.”
The two men rose, shook hands, and touched their wands to their joined hands. There was a flash of blue.
As soon as they had done so, Hari and her mother leaped to their feet and hugged their husbands.
“My baby’s getting married!” gushed Hari’s mother as Hari kissed Herm.
Once congratulations had gone all around, their resumed their seats.
“Now there was just one other thing we need to discuss with you,” said Hari’s mother, as she reached into her pocket and pulled out Aunt Petunia. “How do you explain this?”
Chapter 10: Mayhem!
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.
When she felt the tips had grown enough, Hari reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off and spun it around, to the cheers of the crowd. Then, after carefully stopping her bra’s momentum so it wouldn’t fly into the crowd, Hari dropped it onto the stage.
The second, she let go of her undergarment, the door of the Pony Girl Pub opened as a new customer came in. Hari recognized her father through the glare the minute he entered.
“Dad!” gasped Hari.
At the same time, the light from the open door was angled just right to shine on the face of the mysterious hooded figure that Emily was dancing for, Bellatrix Le Strange!
“Mother!” gasped Emily.
Chapter 10: Mayhem!
Spotting Bellatrix, James Potter turned and cast a spell at her, but she was able to raise shield in time to block it. All over the bar, people leaped to their feet and drew their wands. When Bellatrix stood, she jostled the table, knocking her daughter off. Emily, who was experienced at dancing on tables in nothing but high heels, was able to control her fall enough to land on her feet. Hari was not so lucky. Having just recently learned the art of walking in heels, she was easily startled. When the fight broke out, she slipped and fell off the stage . . . right into Greg Goyle’s lap!
“Honk! Honk!” said Goyle as he squeezed her boob, twice.
Hari backhanded him as hard as she could.
“Ow! You bwoke by dose! You fudding Bwitch!” yelled Goyle as he threw her off of his lap and onto the floor.
By now, spells were flying fast and furiously.
“Myrtle!” yelled Hari as she crawled around trying to stay out of the line of fire. She had long since lost her pumps.
But there was too much noise to tell if she was being answered. Suddenly a pair of hands reached down out of the milling crowd and lifted her.
“Put me down!” yelled Hari as she struggled.
Then, when he drug her out the door, she realized that her captor was her father.
“It’s okay, you’re safe,” assured her father as he wrapped his cloak around her.
“We’ve got to go back in there!” screamed Hari.
“No. You’re coming home!” demanded her father.
“But Myrtle’s still in there!” yelled Hari, as her father pulled her away from the door just in time to avoid a killing curse.
“I said, NO!” insisted her father, as he began dragging her away.
“Help! Rape!” yelled Hari at the crowd on Knock Turn Alley.
Everyone pretended not to hear her. Hari continued to struggle but her father continued to drag her away. When they finally made it into Diagon Alley, Hari tried again.
“Help this man in trying to abduct me!” yelled Hari.
Instantly, a dozen people pulled their wands and began pointing them at her father. Hari took advantage of his momentary startlement to slip off the cloak and out of his grasp. As he father tried to explain the situation, Hari ran down the stairs and back into Knock Turn Alley.
She had almost made it back to the club when a voice called out to her.
“Over here!” whispered Rhon from behind a bin.
“Rhon!” yelled Hari as she grabbed her by the hand. “Come on! We’ve got to save Myrtle!”
“I just saw her running towards the apartment,” said Rhon. “You should go there too before some one sees you like this and gets ideas.”
“And what kind of idea would that be?” asked a gruff voice.
The voice belonged to a tall, muscular scraggly man. The kind of man, who would, make someone like Mundugus, his bitch in prison.
“The idea, maybe, that I can do anything I want to a couple us hot young tarts like you two?” As he spoke, Hari noticed that his gang of ruffians were circling them. He was not alone!
“Expeliamus!” yelled the gang leader as he spotted Rhon going for her wand. It flew through the air and landed in the man’s hand. “Nasty! Nasty! You don’t want to be spoiling our fun. Seize them!”
The ruffians surged forward and grabbed Hari and Rhon. Once they were pulled to their feet and held fast, the chief came closer to Hari. She, like Rhon was held by a stronger man on each arm. Their arms were pulled tight and they were lifted off their feet so they couldn’t struggle. He pintched Hari’s face and held it close to hers.
“Well this one looks hot to trot,” said the man as he ran his other hand down her chest and palmed her pubic mound. “Nah! I think I’d rather do the other one first!”
The man turned to Rhon and unhooked her cloak. With a tearing sound, he ripped Rhon’s dress off of her.
~Hari blow up his balls!~ hissed Rhon, as the man ripped her bra and panties off
~I can’t! I don’t know how!~ hissed Hari.
~But you blew up my balls~ hissed Rhon as the two goons pulled her down to the ground.
~That was accidental magic! I don’t know how to do it on purpose!~ hissed Hari.
“Urk!” grunted Rhon as he entered her. ~Well you’d better figure it out soon or you’ll be next!~
As the man raped Rhon, Hari began to feel Herm trying to draw her magic away. She let him have it.
Once he was done, the leader got up and relieved one of the goons holding Hari.
“You want to give this one a ride?” the leader asked his subordinate.
“Reducto!” yelled Herm as the leader’s head exploded.
~Sirclo!~ hissed Myrtle and a ring of black light shot out of her wand and encircled the neck of Hari’s other attacker.
The goon let go of her and reached for his own neck and the black ring contracted, cutting off his air supply.
On seeing this, the other two goons let go of Rhon and ran away.
Tonks stunned them as they ran away.
“Oh! Herm! . . . They . . . .were . . . going to- . . . They . . . . Rhon!” sobbed Hari as she fell into Herms arms.
“Shhhh! It’s okay. You’re safe now,” said Herm, as he put his arms around her.
Myrtle had gone to Rhon’s side and was trying to comfort her.
“Let’s go home now,” said Herm as he guided her back to the apartment.
As soon as they turned away, a group of hags swarmed forward and began looting the bodies.
Once they were back, the four of them collapsed on the bed. Hari and Rhon cried themselves out as Myrtle and Herm comforted them. At some point, comforting became kissing became more. The four of them made love in a bundle so tightly wound that Hari had trouble telling who was doing what to whom. She relaxed into it and let herself go until she was wracked by the most intense orgasm of her life!
After Myrtle got off her face, Hari looked down to see Rhon’s face smiling up at her from between her legs!
Hari leaped from the bed and threw some clothes on. Grabbing her wand, she ran out the door. She didn’t stop running until the reached the Leaky Cauldron. A pinch of Floo Powder and she was back at Godric’s Hollow.
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When Lily Potter heard the floo flash, she went into the parlor to see who had arrived. She was overjoyed to see the tear streaked face of her daughter.
“Oh! My baby!” said Lily as she pulled her daughter into a hug.
“Oh Mom! My life is out of control!” sobbed Hari. “Surely there must be some middle ground between being grounded for the summer and my running wild in Knock Turn Alley!”
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Hari had been negotiating with her parents all evening.
“Okay so we’re agreed that I will be able to visit my friends, be I won’t be able to spend the night,” stated Hari. I’ll stay out of Knock Turn Alley. What about Herm and Myrtle?”
“Well I’ve been thinking about that,” said Hari’s mother as she opened an ancient tome. “Now I know you don’t like me interfering in your love life, but what if you were to become betrothed to Herman? See, it used to be the custom to allow a betrothed couple to share a bed as long as someone else slept in the same room who would act as chaperone. So if Herm was betrothed to you, the two of you could share a bed and Myrtle could act as your chaperone.”
“That sounds ideal!” said Hari.
“Of course, Myrtle would have to give up stripping in Knock Turn Alley,” said Hari’s father. “And you would have to promise not to have any children until after you’ve graduated.”
“I’ll send them an owl and see what they say,” replied Hari.
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The next morning, Hari was having breakfast with her parents when the Prophet arrived. The headline said:
Mayhem in Knock Turn Alley.
There was a picture of the battle in the Pony Girl Pub. Bellatrix could clearly be seen battling Hari’s father. If she looked very closely, she could occasionally catch glimpses of herself crawling around on the floor. When Hari’s mother opened the paper the gasped!
“James! Look!” gasped Hari’s mother.
Hari and her father got up to look over her shoulder. The 3rd Page girl was Hari. The picture was Hari dancing onstage at the Pony Girl Club. She had on her thin cotton underwear. When she poured the water on herself, her undergarments became see-through. Although the Prophet was obeying the letter of the law against publishing nude pictures of under-age girls, they were clearly violating the spirit of the law. Once wet, Hari’s bra had become translucent enough that the size and shape of her areolas where clearly visible. The cold water had also made her nipples stand up and the cloth clung to her skin enough that they could clearly be seen. Her wet knickers were even worse! No only could the dark, triangular patch of her pubic hair be seen, but the cloth clung to her like a second skin and every fold and contour of her camel toe could clearly be seen. It was more revealing than nudity would have been! As Hari’s picture continued to dance, she took off her bra. When she did so, black bands appeared over her nipples to protect her modesty. The caption said:
Flashy Hari!
“I trust we won’t be seeing any more pictures like this,” growled Hari’s father.
“No sir,” said Hari.
Just then, there was a whoosh! as Herm and Myrtle arrived in the floo. Hari greeted them both with a hug.
“I brought your money from your dance at the Pub,” said Myrtle as she dumped a large pile of galleons on the table.
“You made all this from one dance?” asked Hari’s father as the girls nodded. “How much do you make in a night, anyway, Myrtle?”
“Quite a bit more than this,” replied Myrtle. “In fact that was something I wanted to talk with you about. After I received Hari’s letter, I used it as leverage to renegotiate my contract. They’re offering to pay me as much as I make in a week for just working Friday nights! So I was kind of hoping I could still live here and continue to work.”
“Please dad!” begged Hari. “She doesn’t have to live with us, she can support herself. But I’d feel safer if I knew she was here most of the time!”
“Alright, But I think we’ll have to go with you to watch over you while you perform,” replied Hari’s father.
“James!” admonished Hari’s mother.
“It’s the only way, Lilly,” replied Hari’s father.
“Well now that that’s taken care of, there is another piece of business we need to move on to,” began Herm. “If Hari and I are going to be betrothed, there is the simple matter of her dowry. Now I think your daughter is a pearl beyond price! It would be impossible to place a value on her, but for argument’s sake, let’s start the negotiation at 100 million Galleons, an infinitesimal fraction of her true value.”
“Oh Herm!” gushed Hari.
“I don’t know about that,” replied Hari’s father. “While that might have been her value at one time, now that she’s no longer a virgin, her value has depreciated quite a bit. I wouldn’t pay more than 100 Galleons.”
“Dad!”
“James!”
“The status of her maidenhead makes no difference to me,” said Herm. “But I’m willing to come down to 10 million galleons.
Hari grasped Herm’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Well, not only is she not a virgin, but the pending rape case, makes her status public knowledge,” countered Hari’s father. “Let’s make it 1000 galleons.”
“Being the boy-who-lived, I’ve had to deal with negative publicity all my life,” replied Herm. “It doesn’t matter what the press has to say about her. I still think she’s worth at least a million galleons.”
“There is also the matter of some of her recent behavior,” countered Hari’s father. “Kissing other boys, dancing in a strip club, appearing on the 3rd page of the prophet, I wouldn’t dream of paying more that 10,000 galleons for such a scarlet woman.”
“They say that love conquers all,” began Herm. “I think that the love between your daughter and I is strong enough to weather a few difficulties. If 100,000 galleons is all you’ll give me for marrying the woman I love, I am getting the better end of the deal.”
“Son, you just said the magic word,” grinned Hari’s father. “Love. 100,000 galleons it is! I’ll have it transferred into your Gringotts account by the morning.”
The two men rose, shook hands, and touched their wands to their joined hands. There was a flash of blue.
As soon as they had done so, Hari and her mother leaped to their feet and hugged their husbands.
“My baby’s getting married!” gushed Hari’s mother as Hari kissed Herm.
Once congratulations had gone all around, their resumed their seats.
“Now there was just one other thing we need to discuss with you,” said Hari’s mother, as she reached into her pocket and pulled out Aunt Petunia. “How do you explain this?”
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