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The Effects of a Botched Ritual	By : FestiveBoi Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38678 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: This fic will contain tropes, possibily numerous in quantity. There might be some kinks/fetishes that will disturb some. I do NOT own anything about Harry Potter. Nor am I making any monetary gain for this! Just donig this for fun!

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Harry Potter woke up in a comfortable bed after very peaceful night sleep. He had the second largest bedroom of Number 4, Privet Drive. It may be the smallest bedroom, but the lady of the house, Petunia Dursley had made sure it was comfortable for him. And Harry wasn't going to complain. He was happy with his life, even though he would like some change in attitude for his male relatives, namely Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley.
When Harry was dropped at his aunt's house after the attack on the Potter Cottage, that had his father James Potter dead and his mother Lily Potter placed within a deep coma that not no one was able to tell if she would ever awake again or not. No one had expected Petunia to be loving and protective of Harry, if Lily's friends were to believe her or Snape when it came to her personality.
But contrary to everyone's expectations, and as Dumbledore had hoped for, Petunia had proved to be every bit as loving as a normal loving aunt could possibly get. It seemed she had put her differences with Lily aside for her innocent nephew, and took the task of raising him like he was her own son.
What no one knew was that that was exactly what would have happened if not for one small detail; Lily Potter was a bright woman with access to the entire Potter library and the infomation that was held within. No one knew that it had also contained books from Peverell family. Centuries ago, the Potters had all their connections and the information on the Peverell family hidden.
Because even by the more liberal approach of the past, the Peverells were considered 'Dark'. They had dabbled in necromancy and soul magic more than any other, and sometims, they were sucsessful, other times, they ended up with some terrible failures.
Yet, it was from there that Lily had found a ritual to give her son a chance to live even in the worst case. And if it happened that both her and James died, to ensure he had a comfortable life, Lily had combined that sacrificial ritual with another to give him a comfortable life, one that would be sure to have him grow up loved.
But it had backfired when Voldemort had attacked. First of all, he had not killed Lily. She was in coma, but still alive, and the combined ritual didn't exactly have the intended effect, as it had required Lily to perish for the sacrificial ritual to activate fully.
Due to the botched ritual, Harry's body started releasing pheromones, they were subtle, and very hard to pick up on.
It caused the females around him to be protective of him. That was the reason why Petunia had raised Harry like her own son. She had breastfed him in his childhood, just like she did Dudley. She had given him his own room, just like Dudley. Even though it was smaller, it was just as comfortable, if not moreso than Dudley's room. She had made sure of that. Aunt Marge was also effected, who in general was a extremely cruel and sadistic woman also became protective of him, and on more than one occassion had threatened her own brother.
Conversely, the males around him had opposite effect. They would become insecure around him, and try to establish their dominance over him. Uncle Vernon and Dudley showed that.
If not for the fear of Aunt Marge and protectiveness of Aunt Petunia, Harry was sure his situation in the house would be very bad, and possibly even dangerous on multiple levels, not only to himself, but to his aunt Petunia and maybe even aunt Marge.
Dudley looked to be a bully, if his behavior in the school was any indication of that. He had formed his own gang, and they would pick on weaker boys while the teacher was not looking.
Harry was safe as their mothers and sisters adored Harry. In the school, Harry's circle consisted of girls only, even the girls from senior years were attracted towards him, in a way that made them want to protect him from all evils in the world or possible threats to him. He was also the favorite of the teachers in the school who were all females.
The male teachers... not so much, they had always tried to get Harry in trouble for the most obnoxious reasons. One time, they had even tried to get him suspended because he sneezed in class, and apparently, they had tried to pass it off as; 'Disrupting the class' with another added on, 'Potential danger to others'.
Yeah... those attempts were merely laughed at by the principle, who also happened to a woman.
So, Harry's life was extremely comfortable. Though he often became confused why the boys and men in general were rude and sometimes threatening to him, while all the females in his life adored him and tried to help him in any way they could. But he had long since accepted that, and was happy with it after all.
He just sighed and got out of his bed to start his day, not exactly caring that it was seven in the morning.
"Good Morning, Aunt Petunia." He greeted as he came down to the kitchen, dressed in his school uniform, as it was a school day.
Petunia was a beautiful woman with golden hair that went down to her shoulders, and she was garbed in a salmon pink apron that was over her white shirt and grey plaid skirt. She was making breakfast right now. As she heard Harry greeting her, she stopped what she was doing and greeted him with a hug.
"Good morning, Harry." She said, giving him a soft peck on the forehead. "Good sleep?" She asked.
"I had an amazing sleep." Harry answered, as he joined Petunia in helping with breakfast.
He liked helping Petunia with cooking and gardening. Petunia made sure he took all the safety precautions, and guided him carefully in his favorite household works. And he was good in that. He could cook by himself, though Petunia never let him do it without supervision, and he had developed a portion of the garden outback himself, "So, what are we making for breakfast today?" He asked, not quiet seeing what was in the pan on the kitchen stove.
"Eggs and bacon, which are almost ready." She replied, "Can you prepare the milk and tea?" She questioned, briefly glancing at him as he stood behind her.
Nodding his head, he quickly got to work with doing his task. They had both worked together enough times that they comfortably finished the breakfast quickly, and by the time Vernon and Dudley came stomping down the stairs, they were seated at the table, with all the breakfast and dishes set in front of them.
They sat down and started filling their plates with all the food they thought they could handle - which was a lot, more than twice what Harry and Petunia could comfortaly eat together.
Despite Petunia's best efforts, Dudley had taken after his father more than was healthy. As a result, he was overweight, and didn't have much stamina, nor did he strive to do well in academics. While Harry was one of the top students of the class, Dudley barely passed all his subjects. Harry was good in athletics and took parts in other sports, Dudley didn't participate in those with as much enthusiasm, finding them to be boring. Vernon didn't let Petunia scold him much. He tried to show Harry up by spoiling Dudley in front of him. But Harry didn't mind those gestures, he was used to them, but it also didn't work because he was happy with what he had.
"Vernon, it's Harry's birthday next week." Petunia said, breaking the silence that had stirred up at the table, "Any plans for that day?" She inquired, sending a critical eye in his direction.
"I can't do anything, Petunia." Vernon grunted out, lazily wiping a napkin over his mouth, although, that didn't help with the egg that somehow made its way onto his moustache, "I have an important meeting on that day. You can do whatever you like." He dismissed out with a rather petty excuse.
This was not surprising to Harry. His uncle would avoid his birthday as much as possible, or actually avoid him as much as possible. Once again, he was fine with that. He wasn't a pleasant man to be around.
"Alright." Petunia replied, not sounding too surprised about that, she had come to expect from him afterall, "I'll think of something to do, don't worry, Harry" She quickly reassured him, flashing a brilliant smile in his direction, something that he couldn't help but return.
Vernon just nodded, not wanting to talk about the freak's birthday, though he dare not call Harry a freak in front of Petunia. Once he had let that slip and they had a rather nasty argument with Petunia, where she had even threatened divorce. Then, she had told Marge about it. He never wanted a repeat of that. So, he now avoided the freak as much as possible.
The next week would be unbearable, Marge was coming today, as she wanted to be with the birthday boy all week, and celebrate Harry's birthday.
He just hoped he got through it without having to interact with the boy very much.
Dudley didn't say anything during the breakfast. He was busy finishing his food, as it was much more important than this conversation was. He just wanted to go to the school, so he could meet his friends and have some fun with other kids. He didn't like his cousin, but he couldn't do anything about it. His mother had told them after his cousin had managed to do some weird thing that he was a wizard and he could do magic. Dudley had scoffed. That just proved he was a freak, but he wasn't going to say that. Not in front of his mother and certainly not in front of his Aunt Marge.
If Aunt Marge heard him call Harry a freak, she could even set her dog on him. He didn't know why his mother and aunt were so protective of the freak. But he could do nothing about it, so he would have his fun with other kids, until he got a chance. He still tried to do petty things to Harry like trying to sabotage his work or tripping him or even trying to blame him for something that he didn't do.
It usually never worked but it ensured that the cousins didn't have pleasant relationship. Shaking his head from those thoughts, he just focused back on his food. He would be hearing enough about the freak, he would be listening about him more than enough in the evening when his mother and aunt would be singing praises of the freak.
Narcissa walked to the apparition point of Diagon Alley with a feeling of satisfaction.
The trip was a successful one, and the result would be even more satisfying, for her anyway, and maybe Sirius Black. She had come today to collect the materials needed for a ritual, which she would be performing next week. The objective of the ritual was quite simple; to find one, Harry Potter.
If anyone else knew that she was performing the ritual to find the savior of wizarding world, they would assume she was doing it for some selfish purpose. And they would be correct, except, maybe not for the reason they would think. They would think she wanted Harry Potter to influence him in favor of pureblood and Voldemort. However, that was not the case, because she wanted to find him due to her close secret friendship with one Lily Potter nee Evans.
Almost all of the wizarding world would scoff at the idea of a friendship between Narcissa Black and Lily Evans. But Narcissa wasn't a blood purist.
Sure, she believed purebloods to be better than muggleborns, but that was because purebloods spent their whole life with magic, growing up with it and learning all about it from an early age, whilst muggleborns tried to change the wizard world to be more muggle-like.
Yet, she saw the talent in Lily Evans, and that girl genuinely tried to learn the wizarding world customs and culture, along with the reasons behind why various traditions were held or celebrated. That was the only reason for their friendship, yet even then, they had slowly become close friends, albeit in secret, as Narcissa came to enjoy being within the presence of Lily Evans, and vice-versa.
So, she wanted to make sure the son of one of her true friends, who had been in coma since that Halloween, was safe and cared for.
When she had tried to search for him at first, she had met dead ends after dead ends, and it annoyed her greatly, and so, her innate stubborness kicked in. So, she tried to contact her cousin. She didn't have frequent contact with Sirius, but she knew he was Harry's godfather, and surely, he would know the whereabouts of Harry's location.
That was when she had another shock to her system; Sirius Black, who was the head of the Black Family at the time, and soon to be a Lord was thrown in Azkaban without any trial.
She had immediately confronted Lucius and told him to help her with that, as it was apart of the stipulation when it came to their marriage arrangement, and extra caution thrown in by the Black family.
Her marriage with Lucius was arranged, and like a typical pureblood marriage, she had little to no power within the house. She was a trophy wife for Lucius, a pretty, perfect pureblood princess to hang on his arm whilst he parraded around various social gatherings and parties. But the Lord Black - her father - had entered some clauses, where Lucius was obligated to help Lord Black, and if he acted against Lord or heir of the Black family, all the power in their marriage and the control of every aspect of their life would move to Narcissa.
No other houses of same standing would have accepted those clauses, but Lucius was marrying high above his station. He had climbed up using the association with Black family. So, he took care not to act against Narcissa or the Blacks, and he knew he was cornered when it came to this matter.
So, he helped get Sirius a fair trial, in which, with conclusive evidence about Sirius being framed, and he was swiftly released from his confinement, along with a handy sum of 'compensation' from Cornelius Fudge to go with it. However, everyone basically knew that was the case for not only the wrongful imprisonment, but also to try to save themselves when it came to retaliation from Sirius himself.
Not even two weeks later, Peter Pettigrew was given the Dementor's Kiss.
Sirius had to take some rehabilitation treatment after being wrongly imprisoned in Azkaban for nearly three years, but also to help heal him from being around the Dementor's for so long.
Then Narcissa found she had hit a dead end again. Sirius didn't know where Harry was taken and Dumbledore refused to tell them, only saying Harry was safe and away from danger.
To say she was furious was an understatement, but couldn't do anything, not yet at least. She was still searching for Harry in secret, and if Lucius found out, it would all be over. He might not be able to act against Black Lord, but he certainly could against her.
That was something that she couldn't afford.
The only ray of hope was found by Sirius in the Black library. There was a ritual to find the location of the Black Lord or heir, but the condition was that the person in question must be the age of seven, or over, as seven was the first magical maturity happened, and when the magical core grew in strength and size.
Finally the day was here when she was preparing for that ritual. Harry would turn seven within the next few days, and she could finally have found the son of her best friend, and ensure he was safe and being loved.
She could have him with her, to be raised as the heir of the leading house of their world, and where she would tell him stories about his parents - well, more accurate ones being of Lily, as she didn't really give James Potter a second look, he was far too arrogant for her tastes - he should also know the stories about his parents, as well as what happened to him. It was his right to know what had happened all those years ago.
She will have Sirius to tell him more tales of his parents, as he was far more closer to them both than what she ever was.
Sirius would want to have Harry stay with him, but he couldn't be trusted with raising a child by himself, as his personality, eccentricities and quirks were not that suitable for raising children. Andromeda would be willing to help, but she had her own daughter, and Nymphadora Tonks was not an easy child by any standards, as she was hyperactive and could be rather... time consuming to keep her out of trouble.
Plus, she didn't want to force Andromeda adding a second child into the mix. She of course needed her moments to herself, and for time of relaxation, yet, with having another child enter the mix, it would definitely make things more challenging for her.
Many would be surprised that Narcissa kept in touch with Andromeda after she was forced out of the family for fancying a Muggle-born over a Pureblood.
Well, no one knew for certain how close the sisters actually were, and they also didn't know that they kept constant contact either. Not even Lucius knew that she exchanged letters with her sisters regularly, and the Black Sisters were very close for all of their life, even when they had grown into such different women with such conflicting personalities.
Speaking of her sisters, when Narcissa was investigating the 'justified' imprisonment of Sirius, she had done similar for Bellatrix.
Bella was proud since childhood for being a pureblood, but she was not the crazy fanatic she had been in the war, not by a mile, and she didn't have that mile-wide sadistic streak - in her opinion, it was more of a quarter-mile wide.
And she had successfully proved in the court that Bella was mind-controlled or most likely, or forced via potions to do what she did. She was not fully stable yet, not after the years of mind control and under the effects of very powerful potions, along with the time spent with dementors in Azkaban.
She was staying with Narcissa who had taken responsibility for her in the court. Lucius couldn't do anything at the time because he had just wormed his way from the accusations of being a death eater himself.
The biggest surprise had come later. It was kept a secret, but Lucius had known through his connections. A daughter of Bellatrix was found when she was arrested. Narcissa was the first choice as everyone knew they were sisters. And so, Bella and Delphi, her daughter were staying at Malfoy Manor.
A daughter's whose father was kept secret from the world, as it was certainly to cause mass hysteria. Delphi, the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange, and Voldemort himself.
Sighing to herself as she entered her room at the Malfoy Manor, she found a note for on her desk, with only a single word on it.
'Agreed.'
She smiled. That was the confirmation of her meeting today. She had sent a note yesterday to Andromeda, asking for the meeting.
She entered the private room in the muggle side of London. It was the safest place for this meeting. Most of the witches and wizards didn't bother with the muggle side of the country, so they were free from any scrutiny. As soon as she entered the room, she greeted the sole occupant of the room with a hug.
"Hey, Cissa." Andromeda said, as she rubbed her hand across her sister's back, "How are you?" She asked her younger sister.
"I'm fine, Andy." Narcissa responded, as they separated and sat down on the comfortable chairs in the room, "What about you?" She inquired of her own.
Andy sighed a bit and seemed to shrink into the chair, "Well, it's nice to have some peace right now." She replied back, "I love Nymphadora, but sometimes she just seems to be too energetic to keep up with." She said with a small groan, remembering some sleepless nights that she had because her daughter wouldn't stay asleep, so she literally had to stay in her room and watch her like a hawk, just to make sure she stayed asleep and didn't play with her toys in her room.
"Well, your daughter is sweet, and rather adorable I must say." Narcissa said, a smile on her face at the thought of her niece, "At least, your days aren't filled with boredom and frustration."
"True." Andromeda simply spoke out, she would much rather deal with Nymphadora hyper moments rather than dying of boredom. How Narcissa constantly managed to survive each day without murdering Lucius was something that boggled her, "So, you seem excited." Andromeda spoke out again after a few moments silence after taking in her sisters body language.
"I am excited." Narcissa replied, before a smile overtook her features, "Sirius is going to perform the ritual next week. Finally, I'm going to find Lily's son." She said, with a small clap of her hands.
"Oh, yes." Andromeda said, leaning forward with a small smile on her face, "He is finally turning seven years old. It's 31st, isn't it?" Andromeda questioned Narcissa, as she wasn't entirely sure of the date of his birth.
"Yes." Narcissa replied with a small nod of the head, "The ritual will be performed the day after. Then, I will finally be able to find him, and bring him to our world if he is not already familiar with magic."
"I'm happy." Andromeda said, genuinely happy that her sister could finally accomplish her task, "I know how much effort you have made for finding Harry since that Halloween." She said, giving Narcissa a comforting rub on the back of her hand, before speaking out once more, "I think he will be good friends with Nymphadora and Delphi. They are all young enough to form close bonds."
"Yes." Narcissa agreed with her sister, "I agree that they will be happy to find a sibling. Plus, Delphi and Nymphadora hasn't been able to meet each other yet. You know how Lucius is. If he knew I have been meeting with you, he would be furious, and right now, he could do anything he wants to do to me."
"I'm sure you will find a way to take back your control." Andy said with a small shrug of her shoulders, "And I am pretty certain that you are still getting what you want." She said with a sly smile.
Narcissa chuckled, "Lucius may think himself one of the best politicians, but he isn't hard to convince."
"Or maybe, you are just better than him." Andromeda replied laughing a little at the quip at Lucius, "Anyways, what will you do after you find him?" She questioned with a delicate brow raised.
"He will be staying with me." Narcissa said as if she was stating the obvious, "Sirius may be his godfather, but you know he can't be trusted to care for a child full time. And I know you would help, but I doubt you have spare time after managing your own daughter."
Andy sighed, knowing Sirius' nature wasn't the best to raise a child, especially when they were young and impressionable, "Yes, that's true." She agreed upon, "We will see what happens after you find him."
"Yeah." Narcissa said, "I can't wait to meet the boy. He will be seven years old. I wonder how much he knows about his parents."
"You will know soon enough, Cissa." She replied, "How are Bella and Delph going?" She asked, wanting to know how her other sister, and her daughter are going.
She was very... disturbed when she learnt of the father of Delphi, however, she wasn't going to treat her like the plague.
"They are good." Narcissa said, before explaining further, "Bella is very much stable, but she still has mood swings. Delphi is a cute little child. I love spending time with her. As I can't spend time with my own son, most of my day is spent with those two."
It had been one of the clause of their marriage. The upbringing of the heir was to be decided by Lucius, and to her dismay, Draco aspired to be like his father. He had taken everything from his father, his sense of superiority, his bigotry, his arrogance, though he didn't have any of the few skills his father possessed. Narcissa didn't like it, but she held very little, to no love for her son now, he was taking after his father more and more each day, and she didn't like Lucius.
It was a political marriage, without her consent.
"Don't worry. Soon, you will have another child to spend time with. I'm sure Delphi and Bella would love to spend time with Harry, if he is anything like Lily and James." She said, before looking down at her watch, "I have to go now." She stood up, and gave Narcissa one more hug, "Do tell me what happens with the ritual."
Narcissa nodded, although she frowned lightly as the meeting had to be cut off a little earlier than she wanted, "Of course." She hugged her sister. "Take care."
"You also." Andy said. "Goodbye."
Narcissa watched her sister go. And then she changed her expression to her usual indifference, moving out of the room and apparating away. She had a ritual to prepare, and preparations to make for the welcome of Harry James Potter.
"Do you mind getting the door, Harry?" Aunt Petunia asked as the door bell was heard. He was in the kitchen with his aunt telling her about his day. This was something they did everyday. Harry would describe his day to Petunia while she prepared for the dinner.
"Of course, Aunty." He said as he stood up and went to the door. He opened the door and stood still for two seconds from the surprise. And then he jumped at the visitor. "Aunt Marge!?"
"Hello, Harry." Marge greeted cheerfully as she hugged Harry tightly. "How are you?" She asked her favorite nephew.
"I'm good." Harry said, his voice muffled by her rather large tits. His face was buried in it as he was hugged by Marge, "What about you? How long are you staying? Come inside."
Marge smiled at Harry's excited talking. She followed Harry inside the house and to the dining table he led her to. The dining room and kitchen were connected so she could easily see Petunia preparing dinner. Petunia came around to greet her with a smile and they hugged, while Harry went to get her some water. Vernon was getting her bag.
"Hello Marge." Petunia greeted her. "Was the travel comfortable?" She questioned, wanting to start a conversation with her.
"Yes." Marge replied. "He stayed silent most of the time, which was a good thing." Marge replied, sighing in relief as she didn't have to deal with the ramblings of her idiotic brother, "He is just putting my bag inside. I'll be staying in Harry's room, of course."
"Obviously." Petunia said with a small roll of her eyes, while an excited Harry came to them, "I have already told Vernon about it."
Petunia had. There was really no other choice. Marge loved Harry, and Harry returned those affections. It was surprising, to say the least. Marge was not someone who would be called a loving person by any standards. In fact, many would describe her as cruel and heartless, sometimes even a monster in human skin. It also wasn't really a lie either. But with Harry, it was almost like she was a different person. She doted on Harry, and just loved smothering him between her tits - something she was a little peeved about as Marge had much larger breasts than her.
She was kind and caring to him. Before Harry had entered their lives, they didn't get along so well. She would tolerate Marge whenever she would be staying at the house, and Marge also didn't seem to like her. She was a rather bossy woman, who would get her way through any means, and each one of her ideas seemed more sadistic than her last. But since Harry had entered their lives, their lives had changed in many ways, for the better of course. The rude, cruel and sadist Marge turned to a kind, caring and doting Aunt Marge around Harry, yet managed to turn back into her cruel self with Vernon and Dudley, or with anyone else that pissed her off.
Since Harry loved both of them, their relation had also improved. In a way, she had also be included in Marge's protection. Marge would do anything to have her life comfortable, it had extended to Harry and now it included her also. That had been one of the main reason Harry's room was more comfortable than Dudley's. Marge was also one of the main reasons that Vernon didn't do anything against Harry.
Vernon was slightly afraid of his sister, rightly so. She wouldn't mind stepping on Vernon to make her life comfortable, and he had never really been able to do anything to her since childhood.
Harry's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Why didn't you tell me that Aunt Marge was coming over?" He asked, almost sounding betrayed as he stared up into her eyes.
"We wanted it to be a surprise." Marge replied before Petunia could say anything, she pulled Harry on her lap. Harry settled down on her lap rather comfortably, "But don't worry. I'm going to stay for you birthday." She said, answering one of his earlier questions that he asked in his bout of excitement.
Harry smiled a mega-watt smile. Now that he thought about it, Petunia had been glancing at the clock regularly. She was even preparing a variety of dishes for dinner, more than usual, and uncle Vernon had been late from work today. He should have deduced it, all the signs had been there. He just shook his head and leaned back in the soft body of aunt Marge.
Petunia watched the interaction, a small smile on her face as she did so.
Petunia would easily say this was a transformed Marge. Before she had met Harry, she was terribly overweight, ugly, and impossible to be within a close vicinity to, but that had been mainly because she had neglected her body. Now, she was still overweight, but she now took more care of herself. She had removed her facial hairs, and let her hair grow out to be longer than what it was previously.
Petunia had been surprised when she had looked at Marge during her second visit after Harry came into their lives. Just some time with Harry, and Marge had been motivated to turn from a fat ugly woman to what some would call; a BBW.
Petunia shook her head. She should get back to making the dinner. As she moved to the kitchen, she heard Dudley come in. He had been sitting in his room, playing a game Vernon had bought him. Vernon had always spoiled Dudley, almost like he was trying to make Harry jealous of Dudley for getting more treats and getting treated better by him. What started out like that turned into a habit. It had affected Dudley greatly.
He was overweight, and so picky about food that he hardly ate anything healthy. She had heard complaints about him trying to be a bully. He also threw tantrums whenever he wanted something, or didn't get it immediately. To make matters worse, Vernon openly encouraged it - sometimes in front of her even.
She had slowly distanced from Vernon and Dudley. Once she had been ready to do anything for them, now she was rather indifferent to them, especially after they had treated Harry badly. It was only Petunia and Marge which had stopped Vernon from beating Harry. Once he had slapped Harry during Marge's visit. He never did it again after Marge had talked him down.
"Hello, aunt Marge." Dudley greeted Marge as he came in.
"Hello boy." Marge replied, not moving Harry from her lap to hug her nephew. She was comfortable with how she was and saw no need to change position.
Dudley scowled at Harry as he saw Harry sitting comfortably in his aunt's lap, but didn't say anything about it, for fear of Marge's wrath, which he knew after witnessing it firsthand.
"So, how are things at school?" Marge asked, mostly talking to Harry rather than Dudley.
"Going great!" Harry replied enthusiastically, "I got top marks again and got ranked first in the class." Then he looked at Dudley and snickered lightly, "Dudley got last again as he failed the test by twenty marks."
Marge laughed at that, "As dumb as his father, I see." She said, not caring that she was insulting her brother or belittling her nephew who was in the room with them, "Congratulations for getting first again Harry." Then she looked at Dudley, with a stern look, "Why aren't you helping you mother like a good boy? Go and see what help she need in preparing for the dinner."
Dudley got up, clearly unhappy but scared of aunt Marge. Just then Vernon entered the room. He had a dog with him, which came excitedly to Marge.
"Harry, this is my new bulldog, Ripper." Marge said as she pet Ripper just behind the ears. "Quite an excited dog he is."
Harry also pet Ripper and the bulldog immediately took liking to Harry as he licked his hand. Harry laughed at the antics of the dog before continuing to pet the rather excited bulldog.
Just then Dudley started to bring plates to the table.
"What are you doing Dudley?" Vernon asked, completely baffled as to why his son was doing the work, rather than the freak like he normally did to help Petunia.
"Shut up Vernon." Marge said, her demeanour stern and cruel as it generally was to everyone except Harry and Petunia, "The boy needs to learn to do some work. Look at him. It seems as if he just eats and sleep. He has become like a mini you."
'It's not as if you could say anything.' Vernon thought to himself, a purplish-red hue coloring his face at the insult. But he dared not say what he thought out loud.
Marge was overweight, but she had become beautiful in the last few years. Or maybe she was just beautiful and never took care of herself before. That was not the reason he didn't say anything. It was because that despite her change around Harry and Petunia, she was still the same rude and cruel woman he had seen growing alongside him. And he was not able to do anything in front of her despite being two years older.
Marge could find underhanded ways to have her way and Vernon had learned not to make her angry in the past. So, he just watched as Marge ordered his son around while coddling the freak.
During the dinner, Harry was sitting between his two favourite people in the world. His parents would have been his favorites, but he didn't remember them all that well, much to his chargin. Yet, he enjoyed dinner all the same, as they filled his plate and talked to him. They just cared for him so much. With them present, Vernon and Dudley couldn't say or do anything.
This was witnessed when Dudley had accused him of cheating on the test. He had enjoyed immensely when aunt Marge had scolded him and absolutely tore into him like he was a piece of worthless paper. She had called him an idiot, just like his father, who was so lazy and dumb. Vernon had tried to stop her, but then Marge had included him in her humiliating speech.
He had heard Marge was not the most pleasant to other people, but she loved him and behaved pleasantly with Petunia so he didn't mind. And it wasn't as if Vernon and Dudley were innocents. He was sure that Marge was only this way to those that deserved it. So, he didn't pay heed to any such comments on one of his favourite person. It had also been amusing when aunt Marge had ordered Dudley to feed Ripper.
Ripper hadn't liked Dudley as he had liked Harry, and Dudley also seemed scared of Ripper. But despite the fact that he was scared of Ripper, he was more scared of upsetting Marge. He had managed to feed Ripper, but it was clear that he wouldn't do it again if he could help it.
After they had finished dinner, Marge took Harry outside to watch the telly with her, while telling Vernon and Dudley to help Petunia clean up the kitchen.
Harry and Marge were sitting on the sofa when the Dursley family walked out to the living room. Petunia sat on the other side of Harry while Vernon and Dudley ahd to sit on chairs.
"I'm going to sleep with Harry." Marge said, "I hope it's as comfortable as I remember Vernon."
She hadn't asked. She never did. Vernon swallowed as he said it grudgingly, "Yes it is." He grumbled out. It was hard for him to make the freak's room more comfortable than his own son's room. But Marge had ordered him to. And he knew how much miserable Marge could make his life. He had observed her ruin other's lives. And he was sure that being her brother wouldn't give him much leeway from that.
When Marge had met the freak he had hoped that she would be tormenting the freak along with him, but the freak had done something to his sister. She was almost like a different to him. Kind and loving in a way he hadn't ever seen her.
"Good." She said, nodding her head at him, as she stood up, "Come on, Harry. Let's go to sleep."
Harry stood up, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he started to get drowzy. "Good night, Aunt Petunia. Good night uncle Vernon, Dudley." He said with a small yawn accompanying it.
"Good night, Harry." Petunia replied with a smile, "Have a good sleep."
Vernon just nodded, so did Dudley. But Harry didn't pay them any attention as he walked to his room with aunt Marge.
They entered the room and changed into their night clothes, which for Harry consisted of a simple shirt that had different cartoon characters' heads patterned on it, with his pants being in a matching color, and with the same cartoon characters heads patterned around.
Marge on the other hand was going to bed wearing her underwear, her soft brown colored bra seemed to struggle to contain her generous breasts, as some of the aerola peaked over the fabric of the cup, and below her chubby belly, it was possible to see a matching pair of panties, which definitely hugged her generous cheeks.
They didn't bother with privacy, as they were both comfortable around each other when they changed.
In fact, it was almost as if Marge wanted to show her body to him. And Harry certainly didn't feel shy from Marge. They got into the bed, and Harry settled comfortably on the bed. He just loved cuddling with aunt Marge. She had such a soft body, and her chest was better than any pillow that he ever slept on.
Aunt Marge certainly didn't mind it, and he was asleep in just a few minutes.
Marge watched him sleep for a few minutes, before she snuggled Harry just a little closer to her body, before she too, was welcomed into the land of dreams.
END CHAPTER
Alright guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please do remember to give some support to Alpha Potter as well, who is helping me with the story as well! He has some great stories of his own that I would recommend you to read!
Also, this is going to be a Massive Harem, so if you don't like it, simply don't read, as it is filled with tropes that you may or may not enjoy!
Every woman/female in this story has their own kinks, and some are way more dirty and probably less liked than others! You have been warned!
Actress' being used for the characters!
Petunia - Carol Goldnerova
Marge - Mazzaratie Monica
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