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Chapter 24
Sequel to Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret. Harry thought it was all over. His desire to settle in with his wives will not get fulfilled.
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Harry Potter and the Dark Lady
Chapter 24
Potter Castle
Private Study
Tuesday
24 June 191997
2035
“Grrrrrr.”
“What, o growly one?”
“Growly one? That’s not a word, Nym.”
“Is now. Now which of the forty-seven trains of thought going on in that seriously overactive head of yours has you all growly tonight?”
“It’s this Parliament thing, Nym.”
Bellatrix materialized on Harry’s desktop in a very distracting state of dishabille. “What has my Harry so upset?”
Harry looked up for a moment and Nym smiled as the trains of thought derailed one by one, leaving the seven separate state parliaments—UK, Germanic Countries, Low Countries, France, Spain, the Commonwealth of Slavic States, and Russia—reporting to the European Wizarding Parliament and able to have separate laws as long as those laws did not contradict the laws of the Realm train chugging slowly uphill against a headwind seemingly blowing from Bellatrix’s cleavage. Nym chuckled. “Well, Bella, it was a good try but he obviously has serious issues.”
Bella frowned and sat up. She spun around on her firm rump and scooted forward until she slid into Harry’s lap, where she kissed him and asked, “So what don’t you get, Harry? It will turn Europe into a federal republic with a monarch in Parliament but you’ll have much greater powers than the Queen. You’ll levy and collect the tax; raise, train, equip, support, and command the army and the police; and you’ll regulate and control education just like you do now.
“Harry, I am up here, although if you want to….”
Harry snapped his eyes back to Bellatrix’s violet ones as Nym snickered and muttered, “Oh yes, master and slave. It’s just hard to tell which is which.”
Harry smiled. “But I like it when Mistress uses me.”
This had the unintended consequence of lighting a fire in seven hundred-odd bellies all over the Castle. Parvati smirked and started sending heavily Occluded, specifically directed messages. Tonight would be a red leather bikini night in the Den.
Bella finally snapped out of it and Harry kissed her. “That’s just it, Bella. Why me? And why do they even bother if they’re going to do whatever I say in the end anyway?”
Bella snuggled into his lap a little. “It makes them feel good, Harry, and besides nothing says they won’t come up with good ideas. They get to maintain their national identities and they have someone to blame besides you when things go all pear-shaped. The people get to vote for their politicians, so they’ll be happy that they get to influence the process.”
“Errrr, it sounds like the MPs get the short end of the stick in this—me on one end and the voters on the other.”
Bella smiled. “Some people like it that way, Harry. They actually like politics.”
“Well, that should disqualify them right there. Poor blighters need to get help with their mental health.”
Harry got a slap in the chest. “Present company excepted, of course.”
Nym laughed and Harry settled back down to work as much as he could around a lapful of very snuggly, seriously sexy black-haired witch.
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Potter’s Field
Tuesday
24 June 191997
20:40
“All right then, the newly promoted buy the drinks, Corporals Weasley.”
SFCs Jones and Lyles watched as the newest generation of Non Commissioned Officers stood their mates to a round in the time honored tradition. It brought back memories. Good ones of buddies and soldiers they had known along the way to their current positions and bad ones of burying some of those same buddies and soldiers.
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12 Grimmauld Place
Tuesday
24 June 191997
20:53
“Sirius, please! I’m not running for Parliament. I can’t, I’ll be in the House of Lords just like you.”
“Well, we’ve got to get someone we know in the Commons, preferably several, Remus.”
“Why, Sirius? Harry has veto authority if they do something he doesn’t like. Even if we do pass it for some stupid reason, he’ll veto it. The system Bellatrix designed isn’t like the Mundane British system; it requires both Houses to pass something before it ends up on His Highness’s desk to be signed into law. There’s no overriding his veto.”
“Remus, Harry isn’t here. I think we can dispense with the Highnesses.”
“Perhaps I should have said His or Her Highness’s desk. Bellatrix has designed a system that will survive Harry and leave the ultimate authority vested in his successors as designated by the Realm but with the obvious intent that the rule stay in the Potter House.”
Sirius nodded and sat back in his wingback. Conversation drifted to other topics as he mulled over why he wanted people in the Commons so badly. Sirius’s bonded, Melinda and Vicki, watched him speculatively while they talked to Rose Lupin.
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Potter Castle
Private Study
Tuesday
24 June 1997
21:10
“Come in,” Harry called in answer to a knock on the study door after Bella got up and stood at his left, Transfiguring her dressing gown into a Regimental robe.
Lyudmila and George entered hand in hand. Lyudmila curtsied and George bowed. “Highness, we were wondering if you could talk to us for a few moments. We didn’t know Their Highnesses were here. We’ll—”
Nym interrupted her. “Lyudmila it’s fine. Sit. What can we do for you two?”
Lyudmila and George sat together in one of the oversized leather-covered chairs. Lyudmila spoke for the pair, it seemed. “We would like to know when we’ll be going back to Durmstrang. The others have already gone back.”
Harry took over. “You won’t go back, Lyudmila. You and George will be enrolled in the Royal Academy and attend either there, at Hogwarts, or here in the Hollow, as all my wards do.”
A thoughtful silence descended.
George finally spoke. “Why are we your wards, Highness?”
Harry smiled at him. “People keep trying to hurt you. I don’t care for it. We don’t know why, so you’ll stay here where we can watch over you.”
Lyudmila nodded. “Sir, at Durmstrang we shared quarters. We’re fully bonded.”
Nym took over. “You’ll share quarters here or at the Royal Academy or at Hogwarts, as do all bonded couples. It’s unusual that you’ve fully bonded so young; however, it’s not unheard of.” She chuckled. “For now, as the year is almost done you’ll stay here in your suite in the children’s wing. We’ll get you tested and sorted.”
Lyudmila nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” She took George’s hand and started to rise.
“Lyudmila, George, our names are Harry, Nym, and Bella. You’ll learn my other bonded’s names. Feel free to use them when we’re alone.”
George smiled for the first time and it changed his whole face and lit up the room. “Thank you, sir.”
He led Lyudmila away and closed the door behind them. “My my, what a very Harry-like little man we have there.”
Nym nodded at Bella’s comment and then stood. “Come on, you two, time to go. Enough work for today.”
Bella smiled and helped her drag the weakly resisting Harry away. Harry did not regret it even after the four permanently installed Time-Turners in the Dragon’s Den were spun back as far as they would go and released.
The bonded loved Harry’s reaction to small pieces of red Dragon hide.
They and Harry had to scramble to get ready for the Peewees’ Championship match between the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws the next night after they returned uptime, as they slept from 23:00 on the twenty-fourth until 16:00 on the twenty-fifth, except for some mommy time.
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Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Saturday
28 June 1997
20:53
Harry had been messengered at the forty-seven-minute mark of the championship game between the Royal Academy JV Wargs and the Hogwarts JV Hufflepuffs. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had passed on to the next great adventure while peacefully sleeping at 19:55 GMT. He was attended by his brother Aberforth, who then took the remains away for burial on the Dumbledore estate.
Now at the end of the trophy presentation to the Wargs Harry made the sad announcement. No cheers rose, but not many tears fell either. Dumbledore’s was a confused and tainted legacy.
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Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Sunday
29 June 1997
20:20
Harry announced the Champion of the Premier Cup Tournament last after announcing all the other individual and team champions from all the other sports. Ron beamed as he was named the Royal Academy Varsity Wizard Chess Champion. It made up somewhat for the crushing defeat Demelza and the Wargs had handed Gryffindor for the Varsity Quidditch Championship, securing Myridan the House Cup.
The announcement of the Holyhead Harpies as the Premier Cup Champions was riotous and slightly risqué as each team member claimed a kiss for her prize and they did not hold back
Fred and George passing out sign sets with numbers one to ten to their squad and holding them up at the end of each kiss while Percival Gribbs announced the scores to the realm and Glenda did color commentary didn’t help.
It did set the stage for the wake that Harry threw for Dumbledore immediately afterward. The wake let all the feelings out in preparation for the funeral the next day, albeit in a slightly drunken way; but, all in all, a good send-off for a man who had once been a great hero.
After the bonded retreated to the Ducal apartment Minerva showed her appreciation for what Harry had done for Albus, several times.
Rotmistr (Captain) Madena Zalkovsky of number 4 Battery, 1st Battalion, 1st Regiment of the Tsarina’s Artillery Division found herself taking over for Minerva and grinding herself into a very satisfied bonded wreck. Nym smiled at the round-faced, blue-eyed blond and took her to the tub for a recovery soak after the walls stopped ringing and the flare faded.
Harry was left arguing about not bonding more women with the recalcitrant and pouty Lilith, who was borrowing Kristina Lisa Potter’s (a vampire mate) body. Harry apparently tired of arguing, applied a proven technique and loved Lilith out of her pout. The flare and gong shook the entire Castle and a portion of the Hollow until dust rose.
Kristina missed Dumbledore’s funeral the next day and it was hard for the mates to remember it as they were processing Lilith’s vast store of memories and knowledge. Them sitting there glowing added something to the service, though.
Fawkes sang a nice farewell and flew to Harry’s shoulder for a moment. “If you need me, Harry, just call.”
“Thanks, Fawkes. You know you can stay at the Castle.”
“Maybe in a thousand or so years, Harry, when you aren’t newlyweds any more.”
The Phoenix flapped away with what could only be called a smug look as Harry sat stunned completely immobile by his parting comment. The mates giggled in the bond.
Harry recovered enough to attend the end of term ball that evening.
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Royal Lake
Monday
21 July 1997
11:00
“Harry, roll over before you get burned and have Cherwyn oil you again.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Nym. Last time she almost raped me.”
“Well, if you’d stop being an ass and bond her it wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Nym! She’s my daughter!”
“By adoption, who is older than you and found before you adopted her. Stop being an idiot or I’ll bring all the ward daughters to the Dragon’s Den and put them in the bikinis.”
“Nym! You wouldn’t!”
“I most certainly would. I’ll not have your little ethical dilemma hurting my daughters.”
“That was so illogical it hurt my head, Nym.”
“Illogical! I’ll give you illogical.”
“Ouch! Nym, godsdamnit!”
“Harry, language!”
“Ouch, Hermione, stop that! Ouch, Nym!”
Elizabeth sighed and watched as the tussle became general and rolled into the lake. Nym was more and more confident after her delivery of the second set of twins, Andromeda and Ted Potter, on the second. That she regained her very nice figure in two weeks, and Harry doing his birthing squid thing for her from the first labor pain, had to have helped. Emma Granger laughed. “He still won’t take Cherwyn?”
Elizabeth shook her head. “Not yet, nor any of the other daughters, but it isn’t critical and he will soon. They’re just—erm—pre-exorcising his demons, I think.”
“Probably a good idea; he gets such a high moral tone about things.”
Phillip stared open-mouthed at the Ecumenical Patriarch who was sitting under the shade tent with Elizabeth and the mothers-in-law who were minding the babies out of the sun and then rolled in the sand laughing.
“Phillip! Control yourself.”
Elizabeth’s admonishment provoked further hilarity and she growled.
“Ouch! Damnit, woman! Ouch!”
Phillip was harried into the middle of the ongoing splashing dunking war with some fairly heavy stinging hexes.
“Elizabeth!”
“Yes, Madam Marchbanks?”
Griselda shook her head. “I swear you’re all going to have to spend less time here. The place de-ages you or something.”
The women all looked thoughtful and Griselda groaned. She could see them all moving in—lock, stock, and husband.
Emma chuckled as the image occurred to her. Of course she already had moved in. Dan was teaching dentistry, working a practice among the magical beings of the Realm, and working in the Command Council; and she was teaching, working in the practice, and attending classes. They had discovered Dan was a Squib or low-level wizard, and he was improving as time went on. Emma had noticed several, erm, tightening areas perhaps? “Patriarch, what exactly did you mean?”
Bartholomew smiled. “He’s not a priest, Lady Granger. His wives are not hurt. The new bonded are helped. So he needs to get over it already.”
“And if one day one of his blood daughters is found by his magic, Patriarch?”
“The Bible is replete with incidents of both incest and endogamy, Lady Granger. Who are we to judge God’s will? You have methods to confirm the truth of a finding, yes?”
Augusta Longbottom nodded. “Yes, actually. In this case Nym and Sarah can tell for sure. I believe the Primaries can too, but they won’t confirm it.”
Bartholomew nodded. “So then, in the case of a true finding, God’s will needs be done.”
Elizabeth frowned. She, the Pope, and the Patriarch had discussed this possibility and the scholars of the Roman and Orthodox Church had come to this conclusion. She still worried about what it would do to her Harry. The Realm was completely silent on the issue—which could be an ominous sign, in her experience.
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Royal Lake
Outside the Ducal Obscuration Dome
Monday
21 July 1997
11”30
“’Ere, Fred, wotcha think ’e’s up to innere?”
Pop!
“Oowh, Alicia! What was that for?”
“Talking like an uneducated Mank. I warned you, George. And what the Duke and his ladies are doing is none of our business. If they want us to know they’ll invite us in or drop the dome. If all the little horny boys would put away their long lenses and omnioculars he might start leaving it off, but oh no—everyone has to ogle the mates and his daughters like they’re sides of beef.”
“But Alicia, they ar—”
POP!
“Damnit, woman! What the Hades was that for?”
“General principles! And don’t even think of protesting, Ron.”
Lavender rolled onto her stomach to even out her tan. “Untie me. I don’t want lines!”
“Well, that’s taken him right out of the intelligent conversation for the rest of the day. Give us an oil can, O’Donnell.”
The group—Fred and George’s squaddies minus SSG Barlow, Ron’s Royal Academy group, and their intended, bonded, or interested—laughed and squealed or yelped in surprise at Fred’s sally as Steve threw Fred an ice-water-dripping Castlemain 4 X over their heads.
Kathleen Conrad nodded. “It’s true, though. Those poor girls can’t make a move that some idiot with a camera isn’t right there. Remember what happened to that Willows kid?”
Everyone nodded; pictures of Patricia Knipe Potter, sixth form Warg Potter daughter changing in the locker room before a game had hit the WWWW (Wizarding World Wide Web) that the Royal Academy technomancers had started. The Witch Webmistress, Duchess Teanni Kai Potter, had caught them and Edward Willows, Uni Junior Ravenclaw, had found himself enslaved without trial to the Duke’s House after losing in an unrestricted duel of honor against the Duke. Lucky for him, actually, as the Wargs were out for blood.
Rumor had it that Harry was very close to declaring long lenses and omnioculars military restricted items and imposing truly draconian penalties for their possession and use, draconian as in the offenders got to fight single combat vs. Duke Hell Dragon.
The technomancers had restricted all file uploads to the WWWW to reviewed files only and no anonymous postings and started work on a method to make certain things and people invisible to omnioculars or magnifying optics of any kind.
The bonded wizards did not disagree. Ron had already fought two duels over Lavender and won both easily. The witches were of like mind but they usually didn’t wait for a formal duel. Kathleen had put two boys in hospital proving that witches were armed at all times too.
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Potter Castle
Monday
21 July 1997
23:00
Elizabeth sat shaking in exhaustion. Sarah had been an absolute beast about being delivered of those nine pups. Good thing for Harry’s octopus or squid or whatever that was, or she might have killed one of us attending her. Well, Phillip or I, anyway; the mates were fairly safe in their Wargs. As it was poor Harry would need a week to recover; she had nearly bitten two of those arms off.
The pups were gorgeous, though, shiny black, and those green eyes. Elizabeth wondered if their coats and eyes would change as pups sometimes did. And those feet! They would all be enormous.
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Chita Oblast
Monday
31 July 1997
09:00
“Come on, Harry! The troops are standing out there in the heat.”
“Coming, Hestia.” Harry took one last nibble of Nym’s ear and then straightened. Nym fixed his uniform as he un-mussed hers and then they took to the reviewing stand. Sarah in her very un-pregnant but nursing Warg joined them with the pups.
This was the first of two military parades and innumerable civilian events in celebration of the Monarch of the Magical Realm’s birthday. Harry was not amused. Elizabeth browbeat him into attending and smiling. Well, approximating a smile most of the time, but he did actually smile a lot during the day.
That evening, after the oldest Potter daughters had been charged with caring for the youngest and the pups, the mates withdrew to the Dragon’s Den for a three-day Time-Turned private party.
On their return uptime, and as Harry slept off the complete muscle failure that they had put him into, his amplified maturity took them all as Hermione and the other maturing mates had. Harry’s maturity unlocked a vast well of power and control and when the mates awakened on the evening of the first of August they found themselves able to accomplish precision magics at unheard-of levels.
Poor Agnes Jump Potter walked in on her mothers examining their Harrys and was afraid she would be scarred for life. Parents were such perverts. Agnes thought about what she had just seen and started chuckling as she put together her Metamorphmagus father and Alpha mother with his maturity and the obvious effect as she made her way to the sitting room of the children’s wing; just as she opened the door she thought of what part of their anatomies her mothers must have used to achieve that, erm, effect and blushed furiously.
Carrie Losh Potter took one look at her sister and laughed. “Walked in on them again, did you?”
Agnes started. “Erm, yes.”
Carrie evaluated Agnes’s reaction; this had to be good, to get her so in her own head. “So spill! What is it?”
Agnes suddenly remembered something and strode off purposefully Carrie trailed her. Agnes opened the seventh year Warg girl’s suite and strode to Joyce Murphy Potter’s door. She knocked once and opened it. The bedroom was empty, as were Cherwyn Ambush Potter’s, Drew Nelson Potter’s, and Cindy Cokefair Potter’s. “Those slags shagged Daddy?”
Carrie looked at the furiously pacing Agnes with a raised brow from her position slumped in a floral pattern chintz-covered chair in the common area of the suite. “Earth to Agnes, they’re Warg Bitches and, well, found by Da. Just like Carolyn (Camp Potter) who is undoubtedly missing from the 6th forms rooms, and Lauren (Flynn Potter) who will mate or bond him next year at the latest, and oh, let me see, Alice (Patrick Potter) the year after and Margaret (Miller Potter) the year after that—should I continue? Jealous much, Ag?”
Agnes blushed some more and Carrie gasped. “Agnes Jump Potter, you slag, you’re intent-bonded!”
Agnes burst into tears and Tammy Trainor Potter faded into view. “Oh, very nice, Carrie. Why don’t you go pick on one of the Pups? They’re next to helpless too.”
Carrie, already blushing, shot Tammy a venomous look and went and hugged Agnes. “I’m sorry, Agnes, you just surprised me is all. You’re not a slag. I mean, he is after all Harry Hotter. I think we all want him a little. Stop crying, Agnes. Come here and sit.”
Carrie pulled her over to the chintz chair and into it with her. Agnes cuddled into her. “I know, Carrie, it’s just you hit a nerve. I’ve been having some serious, erm, dreams lately and they start out Reggie and end up Da. I’m a pervert.”
Tammy laughed. “Well, then we all probably are. I mean really, Da’s hot and he loves us beyond reason and showers us with whatever we ask for or think of. That’s a lot for Reggie and the others to compete with. But they are just fantasies, Agnes; it’s normal.”
“Really?” Agnes asked in a tiny voice.
Patel Baupendra Potter faded into view. “I did it! Oh, and Morgana, Agnes, don’t you read those Teen Witch Weeklies or are you just looking at the pictures?”
She got a pillow for her trouble. “Oh, very nice, Agnes—assault the people trying to help you. See if I help again.”
Carrie thought of what had started all this. “Oh hush, Patel. Agnes, you never said—you walked in on them again, didn’t you? That’s how you knew about Joyce, Cherwyn, Drew, and Cindy?”
Agnes nodded. “They’re all naked and—errr—well….”
“Passed out from being shagged to pieces?” Yolanda Ferris Potter asked as she faded into view.
Agnes was scandalized. “Yolanda!”
“What? It’s true. I was by there a minute ago and there they all were; five pretty used-to-be-maidens all in a row, unconscious with those idiot Harry-shagged-me-stupid grins on their faces.” Yolanda looked at Agnes speculatively. “And the mums all had, erm, new parts.”
Tammy sensed a dissimulation, and from Yolanda, the most Gryffindor Slytherin in history. This was new. “What new parts, Yolanda?”
Yolanda blushed and shook her head. Agnes sighed; the kneazle was out of the bag now. “Penises.”
Tammy, Patel, and Carrie froze for a moment and then Carrie laid her head back on the chair. “Oh, fine. Now they’ll be shagging all over the Castle day and night. It wasn’t bad enough walking in on two or three of them snogging in the roof garden or somewhere?”
Tammy laughed. “It has to be the weirdest family ever—Mum doing Mum while Dad does Mum. And we all dream about Dad. It’s sad really.”
The Potter daughters looked at each other a moment and then just couldn’t keep it in any more, they cracked up. Hysterical laughter was very cathartic for them.
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Godric’s Hollow
Royal Lake
Friday
28 Aug 1997
14:00
“…both of you at the same time? And as Xiomara?”
Xiomara and Julie Hooch nodded at Harry. Xiomara said, “Unless you can change between us, me for Julie and Julie for me.”
Harry chuckled, “Oh yes, I can do that easily.”
Xiomara suddenly found herself pinned to the sand under the male version of Julie that they had perfected with Harry and that perfectly sized cock that they had worked on so diligently sliding into herself. Julie, the real Julie, gasped and cast the obscuring and silencing charms; thank Morgana for that umbrella that had separated them from everyone else while they talked. Julie eeeped as Harry pulled her over and took a hardening nipple with his mouth. Julie moaned.
Morgana! Harry was an excellent lover. All he could do was give, apparently. Yes, yes, he came too, usually several times in each of them but never before he had made each of them come at least once. Oooh, speaking of which Xiomara was being really quick on the trigger today; mmmm, that was very nice...oh my, again.
Julie lost track as the orgasms blended together. Hers into Xiomara’s, Xiomaras into hers, from Harry’s oral and manual stimulation of breast and clit and then suddenly Harry thrust hard into her panting lover and bathed her insides in hot cum.
Elizabeth shook her head as the light flared from the mates. “He just can’t manage less than a full bonding, can he?”
Molly laughed. “I think it’s sweet. He loves them or he won’t touch them.”
Augusta nodded. “The way it should be. None of this slave-to-your-magic business for our Harry.”
Griselda chuckled and then sobered. “Well, at least not yet. We’ve been lucky with him and them so far. They’re women he can love and he has the means and will to love them, even Bellatrix, who terrified me. I never knew whether to trust those Imperius stories or not. And Amelia Fastida, who knew she had done her level best to avoid harming others if she could avoid it and made her coven do the same? And they love him. Xi Shi will be a different kettle of…erm, a horse of a different color perhaps.”
Elizabeth, the mothers-in-law, and the vassal women nodded.
Back under their own obscuring and silencing charm Julie recovered just in time to have Harry/Xiomara drive her over the edge again with that very talented tongue and then slide up her body, finding her center, and burying his perfect-for-her sized self in her to the root. They started a slow grind and Xiomara watched for a moment until she got her breath back, then leaned over and locked on a pale pink, very hard left nipple.
Nym and the mates relaxed into it and sighed in chorus as the light flared from them again. It had been a year in the making but now they had two witches’ witch sister wives.
Miriam Potter, dominant female Warg by Harry out of Sarah, chose that moment to use her almost two-month-old, needle-sharp puppy teeth on her Alpha mother’s co-Alpha’s big toe. She got a very satisfying shriek and a moderately hard swat on the rump for her efforts, which fazed her not one bit, and attacked vigorously. Well, until she found herself upside down getting a raspberry to her fat little puppy belly. How embarrassing! She withdrew amidst her co-mothers’ chuckles to await another opportunity and dominated her four brothers and four sisters some more.
Nym leaned back on her towel and resumed her sunning with one eye watching her fully grown Alsatian-sized two-month-old Warg daughter and those deadly teeth.
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Godric’s Hollow
Royal Academy Platform
Friday
1 Sept 1997
14:00
Harry stood watching as the Royal Academy Express appeared at the end of the eight-mile loop of track in the floor of the Hollow and began slowing for the Royal Academy main station. He had already watched it come into the Tsarina’s Royal Academy, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and the European Royal Academy with the appropriate Royal mates Anastasia, Tamara Borbon, Elonka, Gabrielle, and now Nym and Sarah.
The people apparently loved the train; it was almost as popular as the transport Arms for this first day and it was packed with children, parents, and familiars. The Prefects were already near the ends of their ropes. The Regimental guards riding the trains were helping them shepherd the mass of humanity past Harry, Sarah, and Nym, where they dropped curtsies or bowed and then went into the school.
Harry watched them go, smiling. Only the Hogwarts run now and school was officially back in session.
“Well, we’ll do the opening feast and then go get some sleep.”
Harry groaned at Nym’s reminder. This would be the fifth opening feast today. Admittedly already a nineteen-hour day with the time changes, but really—five big meals in one day?
Sarah smirked. “We told you not to eat too much at each of those, Harry, but oh no, you had to be all greedy.”
Andrew groaned too, and Nym said, “You too, Andrew. You were warned.”
Chapter 24
Potter Castle
Private Study
Tuesday
24 June 191997
2035
“Grrrrrr.”
“What, o growly one?”
“Growly one? That’s not a word, Nym.”
“Is now. Now which of the forty-seven trains of thought going on in that seriously overactive head of yours has you all growly tonight?”
“It’s this Parliament thing, Nym.”
Bellatrix materialized on Harry’s desktop in a very distracting state of dishabille. “What has my Harry so upset?”
Harry looked up for a moment and Nym smiled as the trains of thought derailed one by one, leaving the seven separate state parliaments—UK, Germanic Countries, Low Countries, France, Spain, the Commonwealth of Slavic States, and Russia—reporting to the European Wizarding Parliament and able to have separate laws as long as those laws did not contradict the laws of the Realm train chugging slowly uphill against a headwind seemingly blowing from Bellatrix’s cleavage. Nym chuckled. “Well, Bella, it was a good try but he obviously has serious issues.”
Bella frowned and sat up. She spun around on her firm rump and scooted forward until she slid into Harry’s lap, where she kissed him and asked, “So what don’t you get, Harry? It will turn Europe into a federal republic with a monarch in Parliament but you’ll have much greater powers than the Queen. You’ll levy and collect the tax; raise, train, equip, support, and command the army and the police; and you’ll regulate and control education just like you do now.
“Harry, I am up here, although if you want to….”
Harry snapped his eyes back to Bellatrix’s violet ones as Nym snickered and muttered, “Oh yes, master and slave. It’s just hard to tell which is which.”
Harry smiled. “But I like it when Mistress uses me.”
This had the unintended consequence of lighting a fire in seven hundred-odd bellies all over the Castle. Parvati smirked and started sending heavily Occluded, specifically directed messages. Tonight would be a red leather bikini night in the Den.
Bella finally snapped out of it and Harry kissed her. “That’s just it, Bella. Why me? And why do they even bother if they’re going to do whatever I say in the end anyway?”
Bella snuggled into his lap a little. “It makes them feel good, Harry, and besides nothing says they won’t come up with good ideas. They get to maintain their national identities and they have someone to blame besides you when things go all pear-shaped. The people get to vote for their politicians, so they’ll be happy that they get to influence the process.”
“Errrr, it sounds like the MPs get the short end of the stick in this—me on one end and the voters on the other.”
Bella smiled. “Some people like it that way, Harry. They actually like politics.”
“Well, that should disqualify them right there. Poor blighters need to get help with their mental health.”
Harry got a slap in the chest. “Present company excepted, of course.”
Nym laughed and Harry settled back down to work as much as he could around a lapful of very snuggly, seriously sexy black-haired witch.
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Potter’s Field
Tuesday
24 June 191997
20:40
“All right then, the newly promoted buy the drinks, Corporals Weasley.”
SFCs Jones and Lyles watched as the newest generation of Non Commissioned Officers stood their mates to a round in the time honored tradition. It brought back memories. Good ones of buddies and soldiers they had known along the way to their current positions and bad ones of burying some of those same buddies and soldiers.
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12 Grimmauld Place
Tuesday
24 June 191997
20:53
“Sirius, please! I’m not running for Parliament. I can’t, I’ll be in the House of Lords just like you.”
“Well, we’ve got to get someone we know in the Commons, preferably several, Remus.”
“Why, Sirius? Harry has veto authority if they do something he doesn’t like. Even if we do pass it for some stupid reason, he’ll veto it. The system Bellatrix designed isn’t like the Mundane British system; it requires both Houses to pass something before it ends up on His Highness’s desk to be signed into law. There’s no overriding his veto.”
“Remus, Harry isn’t here. I think we can dispense with the Highnesses.”
“Perhaps I should have said His or Her Highness’s desk. Bellatrix has designed a system that will survive Harry and leave the ultimate authority vested in his successors as designated by the Realm but with the obvious intent that the rule stay in the Potter House.”
Sirius nodded and sat back in his wingback. Conversation drifted to other topics as he mulled over why he wanted people in the Commons so badly. Sirius’s bonded, Melinda and Vicki, watched him speculatively while they talked to Rose Lupin.
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Potter Castle
Private Study
Tuesday
24 June 1997
21:10
“Come in,” Harry called in answer to a knock on the study door after Bella got up and stood at his left, Transfiguring her dressing gown into a Regimental robe.
Lyudmila and George entered hand in hand. Lyudmila curtsied and George bowed. “Highness, we were wondering if you could talk to us for a few moments. We didn’t know Their Highnesses were here. We’ll—”
Nym interrupted her. “Lyudmila it’s fine. Sit. What can we do for you two?”
Lyudmila and George sat together in one of the oversized leather-covered chairs. Lyudmila spoke for the pair, it seemed. “We would like to know when we’ll be going back to Durmstrang. The others have already gone back.”
Harry took over. “You won’t go back, Lyudmila. You and George will be enrolled in the Royal Academy and attend either there, at Hogwarts, or here in the Hollow, as all my wards do.”
A thoughtful silence descended.
George finally spoke. “Why are we your wards, Highness?”
Harry smiled at him. “People keep trying to hurt you. I don’t care for it. We don’t know why, so you’ll stay here where we can watch over you.”
Lyudmila nodded. “Sir, at Durmstrang we shared quarters. We’re fully bonded.”
Nym took over. “You’ll share quarters here or at the Royal Academy or at Hogwarts, as do all bonded couples. It’s unusual that you’ve fully bonded so young; however, it’s not unheard of.” She chuckled. “For now, as the year is almost done you’ll stay here in your suite in the children’s wing. We’ll get you tested and sorted.”
Lyudmila nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” She took George’s hand and started to rise.
“Lyudmila, George, our names are Harry, Nym, and Bella. You’ll learn my other bonded’s names. Feel free to use them when we’re alone.”
George smiled for the first time and it changed his whole face and lit up the room. “Thank you, sir.”
He led Lyudmila away and closed the door behind them. “My my, what a very Harry-like little man we have there.”
Nym nodded at Bella’s comment and then stood. “Come on, you two, time to go. Enough work for today.”
Bella smiled and helped her drag the weakly resisting Harry away. Harry did not regret it even after the four permanently installed Time-Turners in the Dragon’s Den were spun back as far as they would go and released.
The bonded loved Harry’s reaction to small pieces of red Dragon hide.
They and Harry had to scramble to get ready for the Peewees’ Championship match between the Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws the next night after they returned uptime, as they slept from 23:00 on the twenty-fourth until 16:00 on the twenty-fifth, except for some mommy time.
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Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Saturday
28 June 1997
20:53
Harry had been messengered at the forty-seven-minute mark of the championship game between the Royal Academy JV Wargs and the Hogwarts JV Hufflepuffs. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had passed on to the next great adventure while peacefully sleeping at 19:55 GMT. He was attended by his brother Aberforth, who then took the remains away for burial on the Dumbledore estate.
Now at the end of the trophy presentation to the Wargs Harry made the sad announcement. No cheers rose, but not many tears fell either. Dumbledore’s was a confused and tainted legacy.
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Royal Academy
Sports Ground
Sunday
29 June 1997
20:20
Harry announced the Champion of the Premier Cup Tournament last after announcing all the other individual and team champions from all the other sports. Ron beamed as he was named the Royal Academy Varsity Wizard Chess Champion. It made up somewhat for the crushing defeat Demelza and the Wargs had handed Gryffindor for the Varsity Quidditch Championship, securing Myridan the House Cup.
The announcement of the Holyhead Harpies as the Premier Cup Champions was riotous and slightly risqué as each team member claimed a kiss for her prize and they did not hold back
Fred and George passing out sign sets with numbers one to ten to their squad and holding them up at the end of each kiss while Percival Gribbs announced the scores to the realm and Glenda did color commentary didn’t help.
It did set the stage for the wake that Harry threw for Dumbledore immediately afterward. The wake let all the feelings out in preparation for the funeral the next day, albeit in a slightly drunken way; but, all in all, a good send-off for a man who had once been a great hero.
After the bonded retreated to the Ducal apartment Minerva showed her appreciation for what Harry had done for Albus, several times.
Rotmistr (Captain) Madena Zalkovsky of number 4 Battery, 1st Battalion, 1st Regiment of the Tsarina’s Artillery Division found herself taking over for Minerva and grinding herself into a very satisfied bonded wreck. Nym smiled at the round-faced, blue-eyed blond and took her to the tub for a recovery soak after the walls stopped ringing and the flare faded.
Harry was left arguing about not bonding more women with the recalcitrant and pouty Lilith, who was borrowing Kristina Lisa Potter’s (a vampire mate) body. Harry apparently tired of arguing, applied a proven technique and loved Lilith out of her pout. The flare and gong shook the entire Castle and a portion of the Hollow until dust rose.
Kristina missed Dumbledore’s funeral the next day and it was hard for the mates to remember it as they were processing Lilith’s vast store of memories and knowledge. Them sitting there glowing added something to the service, though.
Fawkes sang a nice farewell and flew to Harry’s shoulder for a moment. “If you need me, Harry, just call.”
“Thanks, Fawkes. You know you can stay at the Castle.”
“Maybe in a thousand or so years, Harry, when you aren’t newlyweds any more.”
The Phoenix flapped away with what could only be called a smug look as Harry sat stunned completely immobile by his parting comment. The mates giggled in the bond.
Harry recovered enough to attend the end of term ball that evening.
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Royal Lake
Monday
21 July 1997
11:00
“Harry, roll over before you get burned and have Cherwyn oil you again.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Nym. Last time she almost raped me.”
“Well, if you’d stop being an ass and bond her it wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Nym! She’s my daughter!”
“By adoption, who is older than you and found before you adopted her. Stop being an idiot or I’ll bring all the ward daughters to the Dragon’s Den and put them in the bikinis.”
“Nym! You wouldn’t!”
“I most certainly would. I’ll not have your little ethical dilemma hurting my daughters.”
“That was so illogical it hurt my head, Nym.”
“Illogical! I’ll give you illogical.”
“Ouch! Nym, godsdamnit!”
“Harry, language!”
“Ouch, Hermione, stop that! Ouch, Nym!”
Elizabeth sighed and watched as the tussle became general and rolled into the lake. Nym was more and more confident after her delivery of the second set of twins, Andromeda and Ted Potter, on the second. That she regained her very nice figure in two weeks, and Harry doing his birthing squid thing for her from the first labor pain, had to have helped. Emma Granger laughed. “He still won’t take Cherwyn?”
Elizabeth shook her head. “Not yet, nor any of the other daughters, but it isn’t critical and he will soon. They’re just—erm—pre-exorcising his demons, I think.”
“Probably a good idea; he gets such a high moral tone about things.”
Phillip stared open-mouthed at the Ecumenical Patriarch who was sitting under the shade tent with Elizabeth and the mothers-in-law who were minding the babies out of the sun and then rolled in the sand laughing.
“Phillip! Control yourself.”
Elizabeth’s admonishment provoked further hilarity and she growled.
“Ouch! Damnit, woman! Ouch!”
Phillip was harried into the middle of the ongoing splashing dunking war with some fairly heavy stinging hexes.
“Elizabeth!”
“Yes, Madam Marchbanks?”
Griselda shook her head. “I swear you’re all going to have to spend less time here. The place de-ages you or something.”
The women all looked thoughtful and Griselda groaned. She could see them all moving in—lock, stock, and husband.
Emma chuckled as the image occurred to her. Of course she already had moved in. Dan was teaching dentistry, working a practice among the magical beings of the Realm, and working in the Command Council; and she was teaching, working in the practice, and attending classes. They had discovered Dan was a Squib or low-level wizard, and he was improving as time went on. Emma had noticed several, erm, tightening areas perhaps? “Patriarch, what exactly did you mean?”
Bartholomew smiled. “He’s not a priest, Lady Granger. His wives are not hurt. The new bonded are helped. So he needs to get over it already.”
“And if one day one of his blood daughters is found by his magic, Patriarch?”
“The Bible is replete with incidents of both incest and endogamy, Lady Granger. Who are we to judge God’s will? You have methods to confirm the truth of a finding, yes?”
Augusta Longbottom nodded. “Yes, actually. In this case Nym and Sarah can tell for sure. I believe the Primaries can too, but they won’t confirm it.”
Bartholomew nodded. “So then, in the case of a true finding, God’s will needs be done.”
Elizabeth frowned. She, the Pope, and the Patriarch had discussed this possibility and the scholars of the Roman and Orthodox Church had come to this conclusion. She still worried about what it would do to her Harry. The Realm was completely silent on the issue—which could be an ominous sign, in her experience.
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Royal Lake
Outside the Ducal Obscuration Dome
Monday
21 July 1997
11”30
“’Ere, Fred, wotcha think ’e’s up to innere?”
Pop!
“Oowh, Alicia! What was that for?”
“Talking like an uneducated Mank. I warned you, George. And what the Duke and his ladies are doing is none of our business. If they want us to know they’ll invite us in or drop the dome. If all the little horny boys would put away their long lenses and omnioculars he might start leaving it off, but oh no—everyone has to ogle the mates and his daughters like they’re sides of beef.”
“But Alicia, they ar—”
POP!
“Damnit, woman! What the Hades was that for?”
“General principles! And don’t even think of protesting, Ron.”
Lavender rolled onto her stomach to even out her tan. “Untie me. I don’t want lines!”
“Well, that’s taken him right out of the intelligent conversation for the rest of the day. Give us an oil can, O’Donnell.”
The group—Fred and George’s squaddies minus SSG Barlow, Ron’s Royal Academy group, and their intended, bonded, or interested—laughed and squealed or yelped in surprise at Fred’s sally as Steve threw Fred an ice-water-dripping Castlemain 4 X over their heads.
Kathleen Conrad nodded. “It’s true, though. Those poor girls can’t make a move that some idiot with a camera isn’t right there. Remember what happened to that Willows kid?”
Everyone nodded; pictures of Patricia Knipe Potter, sixth form Warg Potter daughter changing in the locker room before a game had hit the WWWW (Wizarding World Wide Web) that the Royal Academy technomancers had started. The Witch Webmistress, Duchess Teanni Kai Potter, had caught them and Edward Willows, Uni Junior Ravenclaw, had found himself enslaved without trial to the Duke’s House after losing in an unrestricted duel of honor against the Duke. Lucky for him, actually, as the Wargs were out for blood.
Rumor had it that Harry was very close to declaring long lenses and omnioculars military restricted items and imposing truly draconian penalties for their possession and use, draconian as in the offenders got to fight single combat vs. Duke Hell Dragon.
The technomancers had restricted all file uploads to the WWWW to reviewed files only and no anonymous postings and started work on a method to make certain things and people invisible to omnioculars or magnifying optics of any kind.
The bonded wizards did not disagree. Ron had already fought two duels over Lavender and won both easily. The witches were of like mind but they usually didn’t wait for a formal duel. Kathleen had put two boys in hospital proving that witches were armed at all times too.
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Potter Castle
Monday
21 July 1997
23:00
Elizabeth sat shaking in exhaustion. Sarah had been an absolute beast about being delivered of those nine pups. Good thing for Harry’s octopus or squid or whatever that was, or she might have killed one of us attending her. Well, Phillip or I, anyway; the mates were fairly safe in their Wargs. As it was poor Harry would need a week to recover; she had nearly bitten two of those arms off.
The pups were gorgeous, though, shiny black, and those green eyes. Elizabeth wondered if their coats and eyes would change as pups sometimes did. And those feet! They would all be enormous.
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Chita Oblast
Monday
31 July 1997
09:00
“Come on, Harry! The troops are standing out there in the heat.”
“Coming, Hestia.” Harry took one last nibble of Nym’s ear and then straightened. Nym fixed his uniform as he un-mussed hers and then they took to the reviewing stand. Sarah in her very un-pregnant but nursing Warg joined them with the pups.
This was the first of two military parades and innumerable civilian events in celebration of the Monarch of the Magical Realm’s birthday. Harry was not amused. Elizabeth browbeat him into attending and smiling. Well, approximating a smile most of the time, but he did actually smile a lot during the day.
That evening, after the oldest Potter daughters had been charged with caring for the youngest and the pups, the mates withdrew to the Dragon’s Den for a three-day Time-Turned private party.
On their return uptime, and as Harry slept off the complete muscle failure that they had put him into, his amplified maturity took them all as Hermione and the other maturing mates had. Harry’s maturity unlocked a vast well of power and control and when the mates awakened on the evening of the first of August they found themselves able to accomplish precision magics at unheard-of levels.
Poor Agnes Jump Potter walked in on her mothers examining their Harrys and was afraid she would be scarred for life. Parents were such perverts. Agnes thought about what she had just seen and started chuckling as she put together her Metamorphmagus father and Alpha mother with his maturity and the obvious effect as she made her way to the sitting room of the children’s wing; just as she opened the door she thought of what part of their anatomies her mothers must have used to achieve that, erm, effect and blushed furiously.
Carrie Losh Potter took one look at her sister and laughed. “Walked in on them again, did you?”
Agnes started. “Erm, yes.”
Carrie evaluated Agnes’s reaction; this had to be good, to get her so in her own head. “So spill! What is it?”
Agnes suddenly remembered something and strode off purposefully Carrie trailed her. Agnes opened the seventh year Warg girl’s suite and strode to Joyce Murphy Potter’s door. She knocked once and opened it. The bedroom was empty, as were Cherwyn Ambush Potter’s, Drew Nelson Potter’s, and Cindy Cokefair Potter’s. “Those slags shagged Daddy?”
Carrie looked at the furiously pacing Agnes with a raised brow from her position slumped in a floral pattern chintz-covered chair in the common area of the suite. “Earth to Agnes, they’re Warg Bitches and, well, found by Da. Just like Carolyn (Camp Potter) who is undoubtedly missing from the 6th forms rooms, and Lauren (Flynn Potter) who will mate or bond him next year at the latest, and oh, let me see, Alice (Patrick Potter) the year after and Margaret (Miller Potter) the year after that—should I continue? Jealous much, Ag?”
Agnes blushed some more and Carrie gasped. “Agnes Jump Potter, you slag, you’re intent-bonded!”
Agnes burst into tears and Tammy Trainor Potter faded into view. “Oh, very nice, Carrie. Why don’t you go pick on one of the Pups? They’re next to helpless too.”
Carrie, already blushing, shot Tammy a venomous look and went and hugged Agnes. “I’m sorry, Agnes, you just surprised me is all. You’re not a slag. I mean, he is after all Harry Hotter. I think we all want him a little. Stop crying, Agnes. Come here and sit.”
Carrie pulled her over to the chintz chair and into it with her. Agnes cuddled into her. “I know, Carrie, it’s just you hit a nerve. I’ve been having some serious, erm, dreams lately and they start out Reggie and end up Da. I’m a pervert.”
Tammy laughed. “Well, then we all probably are. I mean really, Da’s hot and he loves us beyond reason and showers us with whatever we ask for or think of. That’s a lot for Reggie and the others to compete with. But they are just fantasies, Agnes; it’s normal.”
“Really?” Agnes asked in a tiny voice.
Patel Baupendra Potter faded into view. “I did it! Oh, and Morgana, Agnes, don’t you read those Teen Witch Weeklies or are you just looking at the pictures?”
She got a pillow for her trouble. “Oh, very nice, Agnes—assault the people trying to help you. See if I help again.”
Carrie thought of what had started all this. “Oh hush, Patel. Agnes, you never said—you walked in on them again, didn’t you? That’s how you knew about Joyce, Cherwyn, Drew, and Cindy?”
Agnes nodded. “They’re all naked and—errr—well….”
“Passed out from being shagged to pieces?” Yolanda Ferris Potter asked as she faded into view.
Agnes was scandalized. “Yolanda!”
“What? It’s true. I was by there a minute ago and there they all were; five pretty used-to-be-maidens all in a row, unconscious with those idiot Harry-shagged-me-stupid grins on their faces.” Yolanda looked at Agnes speculatively. “And the mums all had, erm, new parts.”
Tammy sensed a dissimulation, and from Yolanda, the most Gryffindor Slytherin in history. This was new. “What new parts, Yolanda?”
Yolanda blushed and shook her head. Agnes sighed; the kneazle was out of the bag now. “Penises.”
Tammy, Patel, and Carrie froze for a moment and then Carrie laid her head back on the chair. “Oh, fine. Now they’ll be shagging all over the Castle day and night. It wasn’t bad enough walking in on two or three of them snogging in the roof garden or somewhere?”
Tammy laughed. “It has to be the weirdest family ever—Mum doing Mum while Dad does Mum. And we all dream about Dad. It’s sad really.”
The Potter daughters looked at each other a moment and then just couldn’t keep it in any more, they cracked up. Hysterical laughter was very cathartic for them.
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Godric’s Hollow
Royal Lake
Friday
28 Aug 1997
14:00
“…both of you at the same time? And as Xiomara?”
Xiomara and Julie Hooch nodded at Harry. Xiomara said, “Unless you can change between us, me for Julie and Julie for me.”
Harry chuckled, “Oh yes, I can do that easily.”
Xiomara suddenly found herself pinned to the sand under the male version of Julie that they had perfected with Harry and that perfectly sized cock that they had worked on so diligently sliding into herself. Julie, the real Julie, gasped and cast the obscuring and silencing charms; thank Morgana for that umbrella that had separated them from everyone else while they talked. Julie eeeped as Harry pulled her over and took a hardening nipple with his mouth. Julie moaned.
Morgana! Harry was an excellent lover. All he could do was give, apparently. Yes, yes, he came too, usually several times in each of them but never before he had made each of them come at least once. Oooh, speaking of which Xiomara was being really quick on the trigger today; mmmm, that was very nice...oh my, again.
Julie lost track as the orgasms blended together. Hers into Xiomara’s, Xiomaras into hers, from Harry’s oral and manual stimulation of breast and clit and then suddenly Harry thrust hard into her panting lover and bathed her insides in hot cum.
Elizabeth shook her head as the light flared from the mates. “He just can’t manage less than a full bonding, can he?”
Molly laughed. “I think it’s sweet. He loves them or he won’t touch them.”
Augusta nodded. “The way it should be. None of this slave-to-your-magic business for our Harry.”
Griselda chuckled and then sobered. “Well, at least not yet. We’ve been lucky with him and them so far. They’re women he can love and he has the means and will to love them, even Bellatrix, who terrified me. I never knew whether to trust those Imperius stories or not. And Amelia Fastida, who knew she had done her level best to avoid harming others if she could avoid it and made her coven do the same? And they love him. Xi Shi will be a different kettle of…erm, a horse of a different color perhaps.”
Elizabeth, the mothers-in-law, and the vassal women nodded.
Back under their own obscuring and silencing charm Julie recovered just in time to have Harry/Xiomara drive her over the edge again with that very talented tongue and then slide up her body, finding her center, and burying his perfect-for-her sized self in her to the root. They started a slow grind and Xiomara watched for a moment until she got her breath back, then leaned over and locked on a pale pink, very hard left nipple.
Nym and the mates relaxed into it and sighed in chorus as the light flared from them again. It had been a year in the making but now they had two witches’ witch sister wives.
Miriam Potter, dominant female Warg by Harry out of Sarah, chose that moment to use her almost two-month-old, needle-sharp puppy teeth on her Alpha mother’s co-Alpha’s big toe. She got a very satisfying shriek and a moderately hard swat on the rump for her efforts, which fazed her not one bit, and attacked vigorously. Well, until she found herself upside down getting a raspberry to her fat little puppy belly. How embarrassing! She withdrew amidst her co-mothers’ chuckles to await another opportunity and dominated her four brothers and four sisters some more.
Nym leaned back on her towel and resumed her sunning with one eye watching her fully grown Alsatian-sized two-month-old Warg daughter and those deadly teeth.
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Godric’s Hollow
Royal Academy Platform
Friday
1 Sept 1997
14:00
Harry stood watching as the Royal Academy Express appeared at the end of the eight-mile loop of track in the floor of the Hollow and began slowing for the Royal Academy main station. He had already watched it come into the Tsarina’s Royal Academy, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and the European Royal Academy with the appropriate Royal mates Anastasia, Tamara Borbon, Elonka, Gabrielle, and now Nym and Sarah.
The people apparently loved the train; it was almost as popular as the transport Arms for this first day and it was packed with children, parents, and familiars. The Prefects were already near the ends of their ropes. The Regimental guards riding the trains were helping them shepherd the mass of humanity past Harry, Sarah, and Nym, where they dropped curtsies or bowed and then went into the school.
Harry watched them go, smiling. Only the Hogwarts run now and school was officially back in session.
“Well, we’ll do the opening feast and then go get some sleep.”
Harry groaned at Nym’s reminder. This would be the fifth opening feast today. Admittedly already a nineteen-hour day with the time changes, but really—five big meals in one day?
Sarah smirked. “We told you not to eat too much at each of those, Harry, but oh no, you had to be all greedy.”
Andrew groaned too, and Nym said, “You too, Andrew. You were warned.”
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