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Disclaimer and warning: JKR would never write something like this. Everybody knows that JKR owns Harryverse. Do the logic. WARNING. Lethal sex ahead, unless you are Veela. You're not.

For some of us are out of breath, and all of us are fat.




The room was dark, and Remus relied more on his nose than his eyes to identify the people present. Tonks' scent was one he knew well, and liked a lot. McGonagall was surprising, but it was certainly her, and then there was a scent he knew but couldn't place. A student, perhaps? His eyes got accustomed to the dark, and he recognised Neville Longbottom. He also saw a person he hadn't smelled at all, which was surprising. He recognised him from the poor photograph he had seen in the Prophet.
Caradoc Pritchard.

“Welcome to Kilchurn Castle. I believe I am recognised by most of you?”

To Remus' surprise, Neville stepped up.

“Not really, Milord. All we have is a name, that I don't really believe in.”

“Really, Lord Longbottom? Why is that, may I ask?”

Neville smiled, and begun counting on his fingers.

“First, You go in to Gringott's, but was not seen to leave. Secondly, Harry was not seen to enter Gringott's but leaves. Thirdly, you knew about Dean's little sister, and he doesn't mention her that much, and Harry would barely mention Dean, much less his little sister to someone he just met. Fourthly, He never mentioned you at all. Fifthly, I've seen you in action, something few other have, and I have an idea of your power, and Professor McGonagall and I can both testify to your ability to pull a major stunt like this. Hi there Harry.

As Neville counted, both Remus and McGonagall looked stunned. It was so simple, so clear. How could they have missed it? Of course they had to be the same person.

“Mr. Longbottom, how on earth did you connect that?” McGonagall said, clearly shocked.

He looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.

“Professor, you were told that the remains were Harry by magical means. Magic is always strange and usually right. I've been Harry's dorm-mate for five years, and Harry is even stranger, and proves magic wrong every day. He's just Harry, and that's the way he is. The rest was just logic. Most wizards couldn't figure out a Muggle bathroom door with logic, but I'm not much of a wizard, really.”

“Yes you are, Nev. Don't sell yourself short like that.”

They all turned to look at Pritchard, only to see him shimmer and turn into Harry Potter. Tonks was the first to recover and leapt for him. Unfortunately, she collided in mid-air with Remus who had only been a split second later, so it was Neville who got to Harry first, grabbing his arm in the Brother Greeting.

“Hi again, Harry. I heard you were dead. It's really good to see you got over it.”

“I couldn't let you get bored now, could I?” Harry smiled at his friend. This was a man who had followed him into battle, knowing what he was getting into. It was good to see him, but McGonagall urged for his attention.

“Mr. Potter. Again, I find myself willing to award house points for sheer dumb luck. How have you been, Harry?”

“Great, Professor, just great. You see, all of you, my mother sent me a belated little gift of power, and I had to get away to learn to use it. Mum planned that too. I am learning loads, and I have met four fantastic girls, whom I have given permanent places in my life.
“ I was planning on waiting to get married until I have toasted Voldemort, but I changed my mind. Hey, this is a secure room, and a bit bleak. Why don't we adjourn to my little sanctuary? Tonks, Professor, you might just be the first females ever to see that room.
“ The female-repelling charms on the door have been temporarily capsuled. I couldn't break them, they are pretty complex Sorceries, and I want them back later, as well.”

“Oh, Harry. A wizard can't break a Sorcery.” McGonagall tutted as they walked through the brightly lit halls.

“No, they can't. I have to be careful in practice, not to use my own stunners since they can't be reversed by anyone else. He grinned suddenly, morphed his ordinary black robes to a silvergrey cloak with blue trim. He enlarged Fang and allowed his magic to flare a bit, sending blue lightning flowing over his staff. He struck a pose and read in a booming voice.

“That old sorcerer has vanished
And for once has gone away!
Spirits called by him, now banished,
My commands shall soon obey.
Every step and saying
That he used, I know,
And with sprites obeying
My arts I will show.
Flow, flow onward
Stretches many
Spare not any
Water rushing,
Ever streaming fully downward
Toward the pool in current gushing.”

“Goethe, Bambi? I'm impressed...wait a bit here. You're a Sorcerer?” Remus was stunned.

“Looks that way. I'm becoming one, anyway. I can still do wanded magic, but it's not so much fun.”

“Is that what you're learning now, Harry?” Neville asked. “Can you give us some kind of timeline here? You seem to have had an interesting summer.”

“Let's see. I ditched the order, hooked up with Gabi and bonded her by accident, got superpowers and invented Caradoc at the spur of the moment. We went to Gringott's, where I learned some more stuff, and managed to send Gabi home to France.
“ After a detour to the Goblin kitchens, I knowingly walked into the Deatheater trap. After a convenient time, I blasted a meatbag and some clothes and activated a portkey. I landed elsewhere, quite ill. I hooked up with the Huldr Jorunn, who brought me to her Dad, you'll meet him in a jif, and she and her best friend, the Huldr Disa, nursed me back to health.”

“Huldr? Mr Potter, they are very dangerous!” McGonagall said seriously.

“I'd say!” Neville quipped. “Miss Krake told my Gran off so badly, I wonder if she have dared to leave her room yet.”

“That's my girl! Well, the girl's dads started to train me, while the girls tried to get me to Bond them too. During training, I met the Lake Warden, Stina, who really taught me to wield Sorcery, but that's like wielding a wand. It's all about finesse. Well, I Bonded the Huldr girls and the Lake Warden, too, for good measure. We're all ridiculously happy, and Voldemort is going down. There. Questions?”

Harry, Neville and Tonks laughed like crazy at the soundlessly working jaws of the more mature people present. When nothing was forthcoming, Tonks picked up the thread.

“Was that really you in that bird at HQ?”

“Yup,” he said with a grin. “The bird was Gabrielle, by the way, and I can visit her through the bond. With a bit of effort, I can even use my favourite magic through her.”

“And what would that be?” Neville asked.

Looking at the Metamorphs pink cheeks, he answered impishly.
“Why don't you ask Tonks?”

As Neville turned to Tonks with an arched eyebrow, her blush faded and she looked Neville straight in the eye, and said in a voice completely rid of all emotion.

“Harry has the power to bring a girl from nil to orgasm in a second, just by touch. He did that to me by remote at his memorial. I went from slightly grumpy to a brilliant, pantie-soaking orgasm, just by a falcon touching my face. If it hadn't been inappropriate, I would jump him right now to find out what else he's learned.”

“The day before his wedding. Nymphadora, I'm shocked!” McGonagall said, clearly upset.

“I'm just glad she didn't say it in front of the girls. They would lock us in a bedroom right now, but it would probably hurt the few sensibilities I have left about that sort of thing.” Harry snickered.

The hall turned silent.

“Are you serious, mate?” Neville finally said. “They wouldn't mind?”

“No, Nev, they wouldn't. They are all sexual beings, who need sex as much as food. Well, not Stina, at least not as much as the others. She just loves it. That's how Huldr extract the life force they feed on. I can feed them through my sparks, too, but the other way is just more fun. The idea of fidelity is ridiculous to them, I think. I'm perfectly safe, Professor. I haven't noticed the drain once, and I can keep them safe. Huldr are only dangerous when they're hungry. My girls will never ever have to be hungry abain. I'll make sure of that.”

“Harry, I understand it's great, I mean, even I was young once,” Remus said,”but do you love Gabrielle, and the others? Is it more than sex?”

“He does,” said a voice from the open door to the Klub. “Hi. I'm Leif, Disa's father. Puny Hasse here is good man, or I not let him marry daughter, fancy stick or no.”

Again, it was Neville's spine that uncoiled the fastest. He smiled at the halfgiant, and stretched out his hand.

“Neville Longbottom, Sir. You have a wonderful daughter, and if anyone is worthy of her, it's got to be Harry.”

Leif stared for a second, before carefully taking Neville's outstretched hand.

“Leif Krake, and I see Hasse was right, saying he have brave friend. A pleasure meeting you, and I will make room for you if you need it. Hasse can tell you I mean it.”

“Hasse?”

“That's me.” Harry said. “I had some kind of secret identity the first days abroad. Now, everybody knew who I was of course, but Leif and some others got the habit. I got a new name too, which also shortens to Harry, so Hasse stays for some reason I don't get.”

“Hasse, I have smart and wise wife. She talk of you with full name you got in cave, so I use Hasse to make point. You put on pants like me. You not legend yet.”

“Sigyn thinks I'm a legend? Has she been hitting the potions or something?”

“No potions since she healed from you.” The giant smiled wickedly. “She can almost do without.”

Carefully considering all the possible clever and witty comebacks from that, he opted for the time-honoured tradition, by simply going red and change the subject.

“Welcome to what Dobby named the Kilchurn Klub. Normally a Men's club, and a sanctuary for me and those men who have gone before me, but today it's my guest lounge. The girls have a Spa Wonderland, that's normally equally safe from male interference, but which have been disabled for the day.”

“So I'm a guy then?” Tonks said, morphing her body to a caricature female. “I'm no good at belching and scratching myself in public.”

“I'm sure we can overlook that, Milady.” Surt said, sweeping in and immediately engaging her in light conversation. A couple of invited Einharjers claimed Remus and Neville, so Harry gently steered his Head of house to a chair by the bar.

“I'm sorry, professor.”

“For what, Mr Potter?”

“Harry, please. For worrying you, and generally making a mess of things.”

“It would seem like it was worth it. You do look happy, Harry. And Minerva will be fine.”

The stern teacher seemed to be loosening up, possibly thanks to the large glass of Single Malt that had been pressed in her hand.

“Thank you, Minerva. I'm getting married tomorrow with a beautiful girl who loves me completely. I love her more than my own life, and I have three other girls who love me just as much. Life has been good this summer. They are great friends, too. Their families have welcomed me, and Surt and Leif are among my closest friends. Sigyn, Leif's wife who I believe you've met, is a friend, mentor, teacher and surrogate mother. I love them all. The Headmaster thinks my great edge over Voldemort is love, but I had to escape him to learn about it.”

He leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face. His teacher had something on her mind, he could tell.

“I would like to get back to that. I did meet Sigyn, a most impressive woman. She did say something cryptic about you hurting her good. I confess to being quite curious.”

“The other shape does influence us, doesn't it? She led me on a kind of Vision Quest. The potion I drank had some serious side-effects of a sexual nature. As I was robbed of my concern, and may be slightly better endowed than average, she did sustain some severe injuries. I healed her, and she insists that her injuries were self-inflicted. She had the upper hand, and allowed everything that happened.”

She studied her student to try to see if he was having her on, but no such signs could be seen. She
smiled ruefully.

“I did ask, didn't I? Did the quest have anything to do with the Animagus shape you just confessed to?”

“It did. I might just show you some day.”

“I'll be looking forward to it. Say, this is an excellent whisky. May I ask what's in your tankard?”

“Thank you. I believe you are having a 24-year old Laphroaig. I'm having a mild mead myself.”

“So your superpowers doesn't extend to strong drink?”

“They do, in fact. Anything poisonous is neutralised. I'm afraid I'll never know the joys of a hangover. I just don't want to take any risks.”

“Very wise. You were at the memorial in some fashion, then? What did you think of it?”

“Tragic. He might have been his legend at some time, but there is very little left of the 'epitome of light', as the books call him. He practically told us that he had a master plan, and that it was supposed to get me killed. I just hope I don't have to hurt him.”

“You believe you could take on Albus? Voldemort fears him for a reason.”

“Unfortunately, that reason is Voldemort's ignorance. Dumbledore has some kind of dementia. Not the frontal lobe variety, thank Goddess, but something is destroying his mind. He is powerful, no doubt, but it's the experience and his vast knowledge that would be his only advantage against me. My stunner breaks the strongest of shields when I juice it up, and Björn, the warrior over there, is training me to be a right bastard.”

“I see. My curiosity raises it's head again, I'm afraid. I see no Weasley's and no Miss Granger, yet I am here. Why is that?”

“I take it you heard about Ron?” At her nod, he continued. “Hermione, Ginny and Luna all know that I'm alive, and that I'm in training. That's it, really. Hermione has made a couple of conclusions that are very funny, but they are short on facts. Now, the problem is that my bondmates are pushing me to bond those girls as well. If I invited them, I would have to make a decision now, and I'm not ready to do that. Besides, I may love Molly to pieces, but she loves me into a little box, with cotton around me. I need to be more secure in myself before I can allow myself to be Mollycoddled. You, on the other hand, can be discreet, can keep a secret, and I like you.”

The normally stern professor laughed uproariously.
“That, Harry, might be the strangest explanation I have ever understood.”

They talked for a while, and after a little while, Harry had a friend and ally on staff. They moved around, and Harry took the time to talk to everybody. When a blushing Tonks asked for a spark, he gave her one by pinching her bum, something Neville saw and teased her mercilessly about. Harry and Neville got their heads together and planned a few pranks for the school year. Remus and him got a bit emotional together and Björn entertained them all with a remarkable singing voice. After a couple of hours, Harry excused himself, claiming a prior Engagement, which drew quite a few groans, and left the Klub. It had been a good night, and he had had fun, but as he sauntered towards his suite, he felt drained. As he turned a corner, Sigyn was there.

“Good evening Harry. Were you headed for bed?”

“Yes. I have a big day tomorrow.”

“You do. I will accompany you. There's one part in this wedding that needs to be addressed, but you really don't need to know about it. Do you trust me?”

“With my life, of course.”

“Good. I have a ritual to perform on you, and I have to be naked. There are no funky potions involved this time. Will my nudity be a problem?”

“Not really. Do you mind if I stare dumbly?”

“Ogle away, my friend. Ogle away.”

The ritual was very strange. Sigyn was completely professional about it, naked or not, but he could sense her desire anyway. She danced and sang in a strange, archaic language, and there was a strange kind of magic to it. At one point, his cock got so hard, he was afraid he'd pop an artery or something, and then it went straight down again. Chills and hot flashes raced over him, and after almost half an hour, it was done. He was told, firmly, that the next woman that he touched intimately would better be his wife. For once, he wasn't knackered when he went to bed, but he fell asleep anyway, in spite of being alone. For some reason, he dreamed of cats.





Harry was standing behind the parapet of the highest tower, the place where he had unwittingly tied the castle to him. Apparently, he wasn't the first sex-obsessed sorcerer here to judge by the claiming ritual he had performed completely without prompting, and he sniggered at the thought. He was getting married today. The day was warm but windy, and he had to remember that for Jacques' little play. They had gone through a lot of trouble to arrange this without their significant others finding out about it. Jacques and Sigyn had worked together, designing a ritual that combined elements of the Norse culture with that of ancient Breton practices. He had been assured that all the players knew their parts, and at breakfast, Neville had asked him if he could use the same ritual, when his day came and if Harry would stand up for him. He hadn't needed to even think about it. Several of the guests had agreed to a swim in the Loch afterwards, allowing Stina to copy their memories for posterity and, he admitted to himself, to appease Molly Weasley, when she learned that he hadn't been invited to his wedding. He was looking down at the guest and friends. He could spot Remus and Leif easily enough, but Neville and Surt must be off somewhere. It was almost time now. He kept telling himself that he wasn't nervous, but he knew he was lying. He was eagerly awaiting his cue, though. He really wanted this little piece of showmanship over with.

Jacques lifted his hands, and an unseen choir took up a single note, resounding over the Loch, and the crowd quieted and settled. Sigyn stepped up beside him on the small podium, dressed in her ceremonial garb of shining white, which offset his own sparkling chain mail jacket nicely.
He looked out over the crowd, and after receiving the right number of small nods, he began.

“This is the day, when my daughter will marry a man who even I can agree might be worthy of her.

This is the day, when my family will be united with a great and powerful house.

I want to thank you all, Ladies, Gentlemen, of all people and all races and species present, for sharing this day with me. I, Jacques Sebastian Delacour, hereby declare that my daughter, Gabrielle Antoinette Delacour, is of age, and is ready to be wed. Who stands with her and says this with me?”

The note swelled, and expanded into a massive harmony, as Gabrielle, dressed in a white gown, lined with silver and with pale blue embroideries that slightly emphasized her already visibly bulging midsection, appeared at the far end of the crowd. In front of her walked Disa and Jorunn, dressed in the white gowns that Harry had conjured when he proposed, at her sides, but a step behind her walked Fleur and Stina , dressed the same way, and Harry had conjured a belt for Fleur, with the alchemical Air sign in a simpler design than Gabrielle's. Behind her walked a petite dark-skinned human girl, beautiful enough to match the group quite well. Gabrielle's best childhood friend Simone had had a hard time accepting that her playmate was getting married, but had grown with the responsibility of being Maid of Honour, until the other bridesmaids automatically turned to her for cues and guidance. She wore a similar gown, of course, but her belt was in solid silver chain mail, and she had a slender sword strapped to it. The gorgeous pentacle walked slowly forward to the tones of an old French song, that Jacques had adapted for the situation. As they walked, the air sparkled around them, and thousands of flowers bloomed in their footsteps.
Harry, watching from above, was stunned. The beauty of the procession tore at his heart, and suddenly he understood was the whole 'weeping with joy'-thing was all about.

They reached the platform, and as one, they turned around to face the crowd, and Simone grabbed the hilt of her sword and spoke.

“I, Simone, of the wizarding world, and lifelong friendship, say this.”

“I, Fleur, of blood kinship and the air, say this.”

“I, Jorunn, of the forest and the fire, say this.”

“I, Disa, of the wilderness and the earth, say this”

“I, Stina, of the ages and the waters, say this.”

In a flash, Simone drew her sword, and the bridesmaids assumed battlestances, with claws, fireballs and enough collected threat to give grown men nightmares. Gabrielle stood serene in the centre of the pentacle, shining with beauty like only a Veela could, as her father spoke again.

“Who among you dares speak against me?”

The music faded, and the silence was compact. Harry clambered up on the parapet. After a little longer than comfortable, he continued.

“This woman is ready. Who is the man who dares approach her guard? Who is the man worthy of her? Who will take her for his wife?”

Harry let his magic flare with light, and threw himself off the ledge. He pushed downwards, and in a glowing sphere of blue light, he gently hovered down to the ground where Gabrielle had started. He was immediately joined by Remus, Neville, Leif, and Surt, all dressed in silvery Lindorm leather, with tight vests over white linen shirts and trousers. The only things distinguishing Harry was an Audsilber circlet on his head, and his staff.

To the tones of a Norse martial song, the quintet marched forward.

As the men reached the podium, they split up, and Neville faced Disa, Surt and Jorunn faced each other and as Fleur and Remus met, Stina shimmered and grew, to meet Leif as an equal.

Harry stood still, with the point of Simone's sword at his throat.

“Who are you, to believe yourself worthy of my friend?” She asked loudly.

“I am Harry James Potter, a Sorcerer, a Warrior and a Smith. By her leave, I will wed her, care for her and protect her for the rest of my days.”

“What gift do you bring her, to show your worth?”

“My heart.”

“You stand defenceless before me. Who would save you from me?”

“I will,” Gabrielle said as she stepped forward and took the sword from Simone's hand. “He has proven himself to me, and I find him worthy.”

The men turned and spoke in unison.
“Who speaks against the worth of Harry James Potter?”

Again, the silence was tangible.

Sigyn stepped forward, glowing in the light of the Scottish sun.

“Gabrielle Antoinette Delacour. Is it your wish to wed this man who seeks you?”

“It is.”
Gabrielle's voice was hitching a bit.

“Will you honour him, obey him, and take his name for yours?”

“I will.”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She didn't understand half of this wedding, but it felt so right. She had dreamed of being the mistress of Harry Potter, but she had found him to be another, much better man than she had dreamed of, and here she was, pregnant, Bonded and getting married to the man of her dreams.

“Do you claim him as your provider, your protector and the father of your children?”

“I do.”
She couldn't say anything more for a while, but then, it was his turn now.

Sigyn turned slightly, smiling at the man who strangely had become like her son, who was sweating profusely.

“Harry James Potter. You sought her to marry her today. Is your decision final?”

“It is.”

“Will you honour her, love her and trust her?”

“I will.”

“Do you freely accept the responsibilities for her protection, to clothe her and feed her, and do you claim her children to your family?”

“I do.”

She looked at them both, asking with her eyes if Gabrielle could continue. At the faint nod, the Vala asked.

“Will there be love?”

“Always” they said together.

“Until when?”

“Forever”

“Will you part?”

“Never”

“Harry, Gabrielle, I know that the bond between you is deeper than words, and that nothing I can say or do will make it stronger. There is only one thing I ask of you, my honorary son and daughter. Grandchildren.”

Gabrielle guffawed slightly at the older woman's longing tone, which of course was what Sigyn had wanted. Gabrielle wasn't her first overwhelmed bride, after all. Once the communal sniggering had died down, she continued.

“Without further ado, I speak as the voice of Freya, as the voice of Siv, with the blessing of the Viliya congregation,” Here she nodded at a regal looking Veela sitting with Gabrielle's mother, ”and by power invested in me by the French Ministry for Magic, I pronounce you Husband and wife, as Harry and Gabrielle Potter.”

The cheer that went up as they kissed went completely unnoticed by the two of them. Harry was told later that Leif, Neville and Surt had had to grab their respective challengers, as the Bondmates' knees had given way. He was busy kissing his wife. She seemed to be busy trying to merge with him, or maybe push her soul into him. It was definitely a kiss for the Hall Of Fame, and as Harry's magic flared, in flashing lights with a decidedly pink cast, all present agreed that this was truly a match made in heaven. As they walked back,hand in hand, to the starting point of the improvised isle, people stood and cheered loudly. The challengers came in file behind them, with Jacques escorting Simone, or maybe the other way around.

The rest of the day went by in a blur for Harry, and he made a mental note to check all the recordings later, but he suspected that he would misplace the note. He ate, danced and was introduced to more people than he could keep track of, but since Gabrielle already knew most of them he didn't really need to try. He did remember his dance with his Head of House, as it had been done in silence, while the old woman just looking at him with a smile on her face. As the dance ended, she kissed his cheek, and was gone. His dance with Mme Maxime was of course memorable as well, although more for the people around him. He pretended to drink a potion, as he morphed into a bigger form, as Stina showed him in the Bond. The French Headmistress was delighted, and began pestering him for the instructions for what he called the Tripudio Maximus-potion. He was caught by one of his sparring partners from the Einharjer training, and she immediately started flirting outrageously. The clock was approaching nine when Harry and Gabrielle looked at each other, and quietly left the grand hall.

“Hello, Wife.”

“Hello, Husband. Let's go to bed.”

The Lord's suite was filled with white roses. The bed was made, and the crystals in the chandeliers shone. Harry sealed the door, and took his wife in his arms. He was not in a hurry, so he began undressing her slowly and with care. She stood there, shivering as her husband took his time. When he had gotten her breasts free, and softly kissed her nipple, she made a most undignified squeak as she came. He continued to undress her until she stood naked in front of him. He paused to kiss the barely visible bulge on her stomach, and she saw that it made her even more attractive to him. Oh, how she enjoyed that. Her inner thighs were slick after her orgasm and her continuous excitement, and as a Veela, she knew she looked perfect. She released her Allure, full power, on him, and he didn't seem to notice until she said,

“Gabrielle, there's nothing that can make me want you more. Tell me your dream, and I will try to make it real.”
She pounced, unable to resist any more, and tore his leather pants apart. Once she had freed his huge member, she stopped, and looked up at him.

“Can you morph it bigger?” she asked with surprising shyness. He searched out the Bond. Jormungandr had divided the “common room”, giving Gabrielle and him complete privacy, and in that privacy, he looked for her dream, and when he found it, he was actually shocked. It was rough. It was violent. It was almost too much for him, but not quite. Knowing that she wanted him to, and with the security of the bond that would tell him if she changed her mind, he grabbed her chin, lifted her and threw her onto the bed. He morphed his member to an even greater size, and drove it into her tiny, fully contracted pussy with full force. The violent extension made her scream. He violently fucked her for a minute before he pulled out, and spun her around. As she was lying on her back, with her head between his legs, he opened her mouth and forced himself into her throat, too. His morphed cock was so much bigger, more like an arm than anything, that he could very clearly see her throat extend as he fucked it. He double checked the bond, and found her ecstatic. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them lightly, and she came again, arching her back and moaning past his cock somehow. He pulled out a bit, leaving the head in her mouth, and she licked and sucked vigorously. He morphed slightly, creating a row of bumps and ridges on his already monstrous tool, and yanked her up to him, standing on the floor with her back to his chest by a firm grip on her boobs. He growled in her ear.

“Now, my little plaything, I will bend you over, and I will push this cock into your ass. I'm sure it's going to hurt you, but I don't care, because it will feel good for me. Inch after inch will be pushed inside you, and when I can't get any further, I'll just keep pushing until it fits. You have no say in this, because you're mine to do with as I please.”

He didn't get any further, before she bucked again in a forceful orgasm. He smiled, and bent her roughly forward, making her spread her legs while standing with her hands on the bed. He winced as he saw how tiny she really was, and that the girth of his cock actually was a respectable fraction of her waist's. Keeping a keen ear on the bond, he put his cock at her puckered little opening. He did the charm and pushed. She screamed, and the bond verified that she was in pain, but that she loved it. As he pushed his engorged member into her tight little opening, she shook and shivered, and when he encountered resistance, she jerked back, forcing him deeper. He pushed her down to her knees on the bed, and turned her over without withdrawing. Her face was red, and covered in sweat. Her eyes were glassy and her pupils impossibly wide. He made two long, slow strokes, before she orgasmed again, and the fountain of fluid that rushed from her vagina soaked the bed. As she got more used to his girth, she began to meet his thrusts, moaning loudly, until Harry had an inspired moment. He pulled out of her quickly, watching in astonishment how rapidly the abused opening healed and contracted. He lifted her up roughly and growled again.

“You're jerking around too much. This will keep you still.”

He threw her face down on the floor, and put his foot on her back. Extending his power through her body, he began morphing her.
Her breasts began to grow.
And grow.
And grow.
They passed the beachball size, and continued to grow until the girl was suspended on top of two huge mounds of flesh. Harry walked around her and grabbed a nipple in both hands. As he twisted it, she moaned, and as he rubbed his cock against them, she almost came again. As her head was now in convenient height, he moved in between the monstrous breasts, and shoved his cock into her mouth, fucking her face violently, leaving her gasping as he moved around her, and started to methodically pound her pussy into submission. It didn't take her long to enter a continuous orgasmic state. Suddenly, he had a vicious idea. He pulled out, and normalised his member. He walked around her again, and bent down to give her a long and tender kiss, that in her hypersensitive state triggered another peak. He then knelt by one of her enormous boobs, and put his cock against the nipple. He broadcasted his intention to her, and she screamed as the image brought another peak.
He began to push his cock into her nipple!
He checked the bond a bit more thoroughly, and found her beyond ecstatic. In her world, he was using her for pleasure, and she was revelling in the feeling of fulfillment it brought. She was a creature of delight and desire, and his violent behaviour spoke to a side of her that she normally kept suppressed.
The Pet.
The plaything who only lived and existed for him and his pleasure. Anything he did to her was transformed into intense pleasure.
Just to test it, he reached for her other nipple and twisted it hard.
She came.
Abandoning all care, he pushed his cock into her nipple, enjoying her howls of pleasure. The experience was very tight, but more odd than pleasant, so he fucked the other one too, just for consistency, before restoring her to her normal size.
He laid down on the bed. The power he had over her was incredibly exciting and he was about to come, but he wanted to have his wife, his Gabrielle, and not the fuck-doll. Apparently, she sensed this, and crawled up over him, pausing to lick his cock for a while before continuing to a straddle. She concentrated, and a strange light came out of her mouth, and travelled down through her body. She looked deep in his eyes, as she lowered herself onto him, contracting herself as mush as she could, until he was almost stuck inside her. As she began to ride him, she whispered to him.

“It's part of who I am, my love. Whatever you want, whenever you want it. It's in my nature. I am yours to play with. I can be anyone you want, but you wanted Gabrielle, so you have her. All of her, nothing hidden, nothing repressed. That means that sometimes, you have to deal with my need to be dominated and just fucked. Do you know how great it was when you trapped me with my own boobs? To be helpless, and used by you? It was the best feeling of my life. I want you to fuck my nipples again sometime. I want you to come inside my breasts, feel your hot semen fill them. Now, my love, I want you to fill me again. I have cleaned myself thoroughly, and I want you..”

She shifted position on her unbelievably excited husband, taking him slowly into her arse.

“..To cum in my little asshole, to fill me up completely. There is nothing in the way now, between my tight little ass and my mouth, and I want you to try to cum in my mouth from the other end. Please, my master, my love, my husband.” She released a focused blast of her compulsion, and he felt her Veela magic engulf him, and it seemed to Harry that his testicles actually rumbled in response. He drove into her like a madman, first grabbing her hips, then her shoulders to get as far inside her as possible, as she screamed and howled in ecstacy. Her fluids covered his stomach, as he shoved his length in her again and again until he passed the edge. Seeing only her eyes, locked on his, he came more powerfully than ever before, and he felt like he was expelling his very soul into her. He could feel the vague tickling feeling in his cock as he pumped his fluid into the little girl sitting on top of him with glazed eyes and her arms outstretched. Something drained on his magic, and as the massive orgasm slowly died down, so did he, as he gently slipped into unconsciousness.
“All in all,” he thought as he drifted off, “Not a bad wedding night.”


He woke up to an incredible view. Disa was sitting by the bed, brushing the fur on her boobs. Gabrielle was braiding Jorunn's hair, and Gabrielle was sponge bathing Gabrielle, who was still asleep by his side. None of them wore clothes.
He closed his eyes and counted to ten. When he opened them again, he saw the same thing. As his brain woke up, he realised that one of the Gabrielle's had to be Tonks, and the other Stina. The sleeping beauty must be the real one. He reached for the bond, and verified that the one who was braiding Jorunn's hair was unBonded. He also made sure that Gabrielle was all right ,and he could sense that she was in a magical sleep, but just fine otherwise. The one that had to be Tonks saw him looking at her, and tried to play him a bit, he assumed when she spoke.

“Good morning, Master. Sleep well?”

He smiled, thinking that two can play that game. He stretched, and jumped out of bed, actually knowing he was a sight to see at the moment. He stretched again, showing off his muscles as well as he could, and looked at her, allowing his member to swell. He sauntered over to Jorunn, giving her a light kiss, before he moved behind Tonks. He walked in close behind her, pressing his hard and heated member against her borrowed arse. He leaned forward and noticed her light shudder as he breathed in her ear.
“Wotcher, Tonks.”

“Damn it Harry. I didn't even fool you for a second, did I?”

“Nope. You look hot, though. Why is my wife sleeping through a sponge bath?”

Disa turned to them and said with a smile.

“That internal cleansing thing was a great trick. When I try it, I'll be doing it the other way, though. You know, there was almost two whole litres of cum inside her? You filled her up all right, love. It's just that as you did, she gasped, and breathed some of it down into her lungs and passed out before she could reverse the cleaning spell. She'll be right as rain in a few minutes, but right now she's busy regrowing her digestive juices and all the friendly bacteria and stuff. We put her to sleep to speed it up. That healing thing you have on her made sure she never was in danger.”

“Good. And the brilliant idea to replicate her? Twice over?”

“That would have been mine,” Tonks said. “The day after your wedding day may be a bit odd, but the girls said you wouldn't mind if I slipped in to see you naked. I just wanted to confuse you long enough to give me an eyeful. You don't seem to mind at all, if that log is any indication.”

“You look like my wife, what do you expect?”

“I... Hey, aren't you the brooding, angsty kind of guy? Shouldn't you be torn up about Gabi?”

“Nope. My bonded says there's nothing to worry about. If I can't trust them, then who?”

“Good point. You know I really want a go at that broomstick of yours, right?”

“I do, and you might just get it, but not as Gabrielle. The girls don't seem to be bothered by it, so why should I be?”

“This leads me to something else.” Disa injected. “Neville wants to join the force, as it were. We were talking about this war of yours, and he had many points on the political side that made a lot of sense. He's also a dream in the garden. He knows more about plants than I do, and some of the treatment we've given Gabrielle has been due to what he has taught me in just a day. He's considering asking you to become his liege Lord. I thought, if we got him on board, his knowledge of the pureblood habits and stuff could just prove invaluable. He's also a great guy, who needs a bit of a spine. If we could give him a bit of confidence, or some kind of power boost, he'd be brilliant.”

Harry smiled to himself. The girls had studied well, but they didn't seem to remember that he learnt everything they learned. He continued the little play.

“It's a great idea. How should we do it, and how could we give him a power boost?”

“Well, we could give him some power over plants, letting him sense them like a Huldr. Or we could help him to the power of controlling small animals, like pests. Maybe both.”

“How could we do that and help his confidence?”

“Master, He's a great guy. I'd like to have sex with him if I may. I don't need to feed, but a Huldr can give gifts to her lovers. If I teach him to be good in bed, it would help his self-confidence, by proving to him that he's a man, not a boy.”

Harry thought fast. Then he found a solution.

“Here's what we'll do. I will offer him to become my liege, but to be bound to my house, he has to have sex with you, surrendering a little, just a little of his lifeforce, and get power in exchange. That's where you go in and boost his self esteem. Just don't blow it.”

“I wouldn't do that, Master. You know I prefer sucking it.”




Author's notes: Another one down. Or up. Whatever.
In some cultures, wedding ceremonies goes on forever. In warrior cultures, they tend to be short. Reducing the time people can look at each other crosswise before establishing the alliance, I guess.
Again I make the point that Veela are not human.
The wedding was inspired by several existing or extinct practices, as well as David and Leigh Eddings.
The wedding night was inspired by a really bad Hentai I once saw, but with the psychology I invented for the Veela, it felt appropriate. Harry responds instinctively to the needs of his girls, and his body adapts to his needs. I know that such a fluid output should have killed him by dehydration. It's Magic. It's also a product of a deranged imagination. Deal. And enjoy, of course.