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Chapter 20 � Someday My Prince will Come

Draco spun around on the spot
where he and Narcissa had landed, a tattered old carpet in the living room of a
tiny cottage.� There was a small low table with a note.

Narcissa and Draco,

You are at 49 Rolfe Street, in Hogsmeade.� It belonged to my maternal grandmother and then my mother.� It
is protected by a powerful fidelius, and I am the secret keeper.

Narcissa, you are not marked,
change your appearance. �If you avoid places where you might be recognized you
will be safe.

Draco, I am truly sorry I
wasn�t clever enough to protect you from the Dark Lord�s brand.� As long as you
remain in the flat your mark can not be detected � the moment you leave, however,
the dark lord or any of his followers will be able to sense you.� They will
kill you if they do.� You must remain in Number Four until we can end this once
and for all.� In the event of an emergency there is a portkey that will take
you to one other location, and that is Hogwarts � the only other place on Earth
where you might be safe.

I shall keep the pantry full,
please consider my home your home as well.�

Be safe, I will see you both
after school today.

Severus

�So,� Draco sneered, �we�ve gone
from being prisoners in the Dark Lord�s mansion to being prisoners in Snape�s tenement.�

�Try to be a little grateful,
Draco, Severus is taking a terrible risk for us.�

�If you ask me he�s found courage
too late and is spending it too freely.� May as well see what�s in the cupboard.�

He was pleasantly surprised to
see a well stocked larder, but astounded to see his hawthorn wand on the small
kitchen table.

The note attached read,

All tracking charms have been
removed, still, use this sparingly.

S.S.

No tracking charms?� Draco could
think of one or two hexes he�d like to try out on one or two people.

Draco didn�t have any friends, he
was still suspicious of Snape�s motives � the only person he felt he could
trust was his mother.� When a man is at the end of his rope and has nothing
more to lose he can usually do one or two things: one, do a serious introspection,
try to find those character flaws that may have led to his current predicament
and work to correct them, or two, blame everyone around him for his own mistakes.

Guess which path Draco took.

)O(

Harry sat in the tea shop at
Saint Mungos stirring his half-full cup in a desultory manner, watching the
tiny galaxies form from the sugar borne froth.� He paid little notice to his Ancestress/Goddess/Mum
as she lighted on the napkin holder.� Astarte knew something that the Healers
where just beginning to suspect.� She felt that Harry might need a small
�adjustment� in order to do what had to be done for the Black sisters.� She also
thought she might need a little help so she�d called on the first-generation
witch.

�Harry?�

Harry smiled to hear the voice of
his oldest and truest friend.

�Hermione.�

�Are you normal-time Harry or
time-turned Harry?

He pondered that, �Let�s see,
I�ve just come off my third Tuesday yesterday so, yes, I�m real-time Harry if
it�s Wednesday.� Is it Wednesday?�

Hermione smiled, �Now you know
what I was going through in third year.�

She bent down to kiss Harry�s
cheek but he turned his head and captured her lips with his.� They lingered,
causing other customers to either look away in embarrassment or to watch with
appreciation.� These two young mages obviously loved each other.�

�Hmmmm, good to see you too,
Hermione.�

She joined him at the table, tea
in hand.� And, being Hermione, began without preamble

�Harry, what do you know about �Snow
White�?�

His face turned the approximate
color of a beet.� Does she know what I just tried to do? He thought.

�Um, wicked queen, who isn�t the
fairest in the land anymore, plots to kill Snow White.� Snow flees into the
woods where she happens across seven little men who take her in.� The wicked
queen discovers Snow�s whereabouts, disguises herself and feeds the unsuspecting
girl a poisoned apple.� Snow White spends a few days asleep, prince comes along
and kisses her awake.�

�Harry, that�s the Disney
version.�

�It�s the only one I�m familiar
with.�

�In the original version Snow
White falls into a charmed sleep, but when the prince finds her he doesn�t kiss
her awake.�

�No?�

�No, he rapes her, shagging her
unconscious body repeatedly, but not before killing two of her dwarf guardians.�
Prince Charming likes the unresponsive fuck so much that he comes back a few
times.� He finds he�s gotten her preggers and brings the castle midwife and his
old nanny.� After the babies, plural, are born the midwife goes back to the
castle leaving Old Nanny to watch over them.� Nanny is too old to nurse the
twin baby girls, but Snow Mummy is lactating so she puts a baby on each of
Snow�s breasts and, as they nurse, one gums a nipple a little too hard and Snow
Mummy gasps, loosening the piece of poisoned apple that had lodged in her
throat.� She awakens to find one baby each feeding on her breasts.�

Harry looks incredulous, �So Ms.
White sleeps through labor and delivery but responds to having her nipple
tweaked?� In the Disney version, Snow white doesn�t even have boobs; she�s flat
as a boy.�

�Maybe the prince liked boys.�
Hermione smirked.� �The point here is that tales like �Snow White� often have some
basis in fact.�

�So what are you saying, you need
to spell it out for me, Hermione.�

�The short form?�

Harry nodded.

�Kissing them won�t be enough.�

�I know,� he said, shoulders
slumping, �I tried.� That was the second and third time that didn�t work for
me.�

�Come again?�

Harry turned red again, �Well,
when you were, y�know, petrified in second year?�

Hermione nodded.

�Itriedtokissyouawake.�

�I�m sorry; I didn�t quite get
all that, Harry.�

He took a deep breath, let it
out, and said, �I tried to kiss you awake.� Didn�t work then, and it didn�t
work for Cissy or Bella just now either.�

Hermione smiled, �So I can
honestly say you were my first kiss?�

Harry nodded.

She leaned over the small table,
nearly spilling the tea, and kissed him passionately.� Astarte had to flit away
from the table to keep from being bowled over.

�I have always loved you, Harry
Potter, and if you�d done more than kiss me I�d still love you, do you
know why?�

Harry shook his head in
bewilderment.

�Because I would know that you had
done it more for me than for yourself � you have always thought of me
and my best interests before your own.�

�I do, y�know, and I want to do
right by Cissy and Bella too.�

The sound of tiny applause drew
the couple�s attention to the next table.

Astarte was beaming, �I�m glad to
hear that, Little Daddy, because this is what we have to do.�

She flitted over to their table,
�Let me explain how a homunculus is made.�

)O(

Harry walked into the sister�s
hospital room and, even though he knew what to expect, was startled to see
himself asleep, with Astarte sitting on his pillow, stroking his unruly hair
with her hand.

Sleeping Harry was lying between
Bellatrix and Narcissa.� He held Bella�s hand with his left and Cissy�s with
his right at arms length.

The goddess was awake, but
somewhat distracted as she guided the �now� Harry through the dreamscape.

Time-turned Harry stood by
Cissy�s bed twisting two small, gold rings around the tip of his little finger.

�Harry, you already know what
will happen, you�ve been there.�

Harry nodded.

�If I�m right, you�re
overdressed.�

He nodded again and stripped.

�Might as well remove their
knickers while you�re about it � remember, Harry, it�s not only what they want,
it�s what they need.�

Harry finished undressing and
gently pulled Narcissa�s red silk knickers down and off.

Astarte said, �You�re talking to
the girls now.�

Harry walked around to Bella�s
side and pulled her silken gown up just enough to expose her purple lace pants,
grasped the waistband and slid the undergarment down and off as well.� He
kissed the pale skin just above her tuft of black pubic hair and whispered,
�Please, forgive me.�

)O(

In the Dreamscape Harry followed
the steps down to the lower dungeon where the Slytherin girls� had their
dormitories.� He could have worn his invisibility cloak, but chose to announce
himself to the girl�s prefect.

�Harry Potter to see Narcissa and
Bellatrix Black, please.�

The prefect raised an eyebrow and
called down the corridor, �Man on the floor!� then told Harry the sister�s room
was the second from the last door on the left.

�Thank you.�

�Not at all,� she smirked.� She
knew several of her lady snakes would take this opportunity to �accidentally�
give the young man an eyeful.� She was tempted herself; sometimes it sucked to
be in a position of authority.

Nearly half the doors were open
on the way to the Black�s room and those that were had scantily clad girls from
age fourteen to eighteen in various states of undress.� Harry let his eyes wander,
enjoying the view, but never faltered heading for his goal.� Knocking, he heard
two girls call, �enter!�

The Black sisters greeted him
with unbridled enthusiasm, �Harry!�

He accepted hugs from both girls
who were dressed, oddly enough, in the same pretty sleeping gowns that their perpetually
sleeping forms wore in the waking world.

�Have you come to claim us?��
Bella blurted out, then, realizing she�d said what was on her mind out loud,
blushed fiercely.

Harry smiled, �I�ve come to tell
you a story, and to give you a choice.� Let�s all get comfortable, shall we?�

Cissy smiled and said, �Sit here�
patting the spot on the bed beside her.� He sat and Bella kneeled to remove his
shoes.� Then the two girls directed him to sit in the middle of the bed with
his back against the headboard.� Each girl stretched along either side of him
on the small single bed.

�This will never do� he said and
cast an enlarging charm on the small bed, growing it to full king-size.

�Much better, comfy?�

Both girls nodded and snuggled
into his side.

�Once upon a time,� he began, as
if telling a fairy tale to two eager youngsters, �there were two beautiful
girls, sisters in fact, who were promised in marriage to the dregs of magical
society.�

�An evil wizard placed the girls
in an enchanted sleep until such time that they would be revived by unreserved,
unconditional love.

�In the meantime, an egg was taken
from each girl and magically fertilized so that it would grow to be an exact
copy of the girl from whom it was collected.� Each tiny homunculus was
magically grown until it was an exact reproduction of its �mother�, but the
homunculi were incomplete, they didn�t have the memories or experiences of the
original girls.�

�All of the girl�s memories were
copied into the homunculi, which, in addition, were compelled to be the perfect
mates for their promised wizards.�

�One girl became cold and aloof,
except toward her own baby boy for whom she felt real affection.� The other
girl became legendary for her sadistic cruelty.�

In a small voice Bella asked,
�What happened to the original two girls?�

�They remain in an enchanted
sleep, living every day in a dream world that is so real that they can�t tell
the difference between the dream and the real world around them.� Asleep, that
is, until they are found by someone who loves them without reservation.�

Cissy whimpered, �Will love find
them?�

Harry sighed, �I hope so, therein
lies the choice.�

�Bellatrix Aurania Black, will
you consent to take my name, and along with all the witches in our coven share
my future, my fortune and my follies for as long as we - all or any of us - walk
upon this Earth?�

Bella tried to answer but couldn�t
find her voice, then shook herself and shouted, �I WILL!�

Harry leaned to his left and
kissed Bella tenderly, �so mote it be.�

�Narcissa Gaia Black, will you
consent to take my name, and along with all the witches in our coven share my
future, my fortune and my follies for as long as we - all or any of us - walk
upon this Earth?�

Cissy smiled demurely and
answered, �Of course I will.�

Harry leaned to his right and
kissed Cissy, �so mote it be.�

He reached into his shirt pocket
and removed two small rectangular boxes.� He looked anxious.

�In the real world I will place
my ring on each of your fingers, these are dream rings and if you accept yours
you must know that I will be using your bodies in the waking world.�

Narcissa noted the strain in her
warlock�s voice, �Milord, there is something you are not telling us.�

�I�m getting to it, milady.�� He
stared at the open boxes in his hand, sighed, and said, �I tried to kiss you
awake today, but that wasn�t enough.�

�You have to take us, don�t you?�

�Unreserved, unhindered,
unconditional love � we can�t even use a contraceptive charm, there�s a very
real possibility that one or both of you will get pregnant, as I�m, ah,
apparently quite fertile.�

Bella trembled and moaned, �My
lord, I think I just came as you said that.�

Narcissa nodded, �Me too, Harry,
the thought of you, giving me your baby is making me very, well, randy
right now!�

Harry still looked pained, �The
problem is that I will be using your bodies when you are asleep and unaware of
what I am doing to you, by definition that�s nonconsensual and I�m having
trouble with that.�

Cissy kissed Harry, hard.
�Promise me something, my lord?�

�If it�s in my power, anything,
Cissy.�

�When you do revive us and we are
lying asleep as a married couple should, promise me that you will wake me by
pushing this� and she squeezed his erection through his trousers, �into my
sleeping body.�

Harry gulped, that was exactly
what he was planning to do, but only to wake the Black sisters from their
cursed sleep.

�Bella?�

�Harry, I hope to wake up every
morning with you sheathed deep inside me, but I know I have agreed to share you
with my coven sisters, so I will be content to have you as often as I may.�

Cissy smiled, �Tell me Harry,
have you ever dreamed of having two sisters at the same time?�

�I never thought I could be so
lucky.�

Narcissa stood beside the bed, loosened
the lacings on the front of her ruby-red gown, and let it fall off her
shoulders; Bella likewise stood, grabbed the hem of her deep purple nightdress,
and simply pulled it off in one fluid motion.�

The Black sisters were in the
full flush of young womanhood, white skin, firm breasts that didn�t need
support, each perfect in her own way. Cissy was just a bit thinner with smaller
breasts.� She wore red silk knickers, the bikini cut that Harry supposed was
popular in the Seventies � which suited her perfectly.

Bella was curvier, with slightly
larger, rounder breasts and a pleasant flaring of the hips from a waspish
waist.� Her purple-lace knickers were the same color as her eyes.

�Cissy, I think someone has on
entirely too many clothes, don�t you?�

Smiling, the two girls worked in
tandem to divest Harry of his shirt, under-jacket trousers and socks.� Bella�s
eyes grew wide as she pulled down his pants and exposed his eagerly pulsing
flesh pole.

Harry smiled at Bella�s reaction
and reached for her lace knickers.� With one smooth motion he slipped them over
her firm, nicely rounded butt and down to her knees where she obligingly stepped
out of them.� Her sex was lightly furred with soft dark pubic hair, and
glistened with moisture.

He then turned to Cissy, still
standing beside the bed, who moved a bit closer to give him access to her red
knickers as well.� He slipped the silk down her slender hips and noted that her
carpet matched her curtains - her pubic hair was as downy white as her platinum
locks.

Cissy palmed a sickle from her
night stand and asked, �Heads or tails, Bella?�

Deep violet eyes looked into
Harry�s eyes of emerald green as she answered, �Tails!�

Cissy flipped the coin, which
came up tails, �You go first then, but leave some for me, dear coven sister!�

Bella squealed, rolled onto her
back, spread her legs wide and held her arms out for Harry to join her.

Harry wanted nothing more than to
just take her, but he realized he had an opportunity here, and an obligation.�
To make Bella and Cissy�s first time special, even if it was just a dream.

Harry smiled, �You won the toss,
milady Bella, and that means you come first!�

Taking her left hand, Harry
placed the ring on her third finger.� He kissed her tenderly, then with increasing
passion as his magic hands roamed all over her body, eliciting squeaks of
surprise and delight.

When he went down on her she
nearly lost her mind.�

Harry played her like a musical
instrument, and Bella vowed then and there to be anything and everything Harry
would ever want her to be.

The vagina curatia charm
worked in dream-scape as well and when Harry did finally sheath himself in her
velvety warmth she groaned in pure bliss.

Bella loved Harry�s long, slow
strokes in and out and he was happy to oblige.� Cissy leaned in to kiss her
warlock even as he pounded her sister.

�Does it excite you, Lord Harry,
to know that you may very well be planting your baby in my little sister right
now?�

Harry groaned, grunted and shot
off inside Bella.

Then the couple disappeared from Dreamscape.

)O(

Bella opened her eyes for the
fist time in over twenty years to a softly lit room, Harry, looking every bit
as delicious in real life as he did in her dreams, looked down on her with love
and concern.

They were joined at the sex and
warm fluid was leaking out of her.

�Are you okay, Bella?� he asked,
worriedly.

�That depends, Harry.�

�On what?�

�On whether or not you can do
that again, now that I�m awake enough to really enjoy it!�

He smiled, relieved of the guilt
he�d been carrying and began to push into her with renewed vigor - again, and
again, and again, driving the guilt and shame he�d been feeling away with each
thrust.� He pushed hard and ground his full length in her making her groan,
�Yesssss!�

�Now� Harry looked over at
himself and saw that Bella was definitely enjoying his ministrations.� Smiling
he let Astarte take him back to Dreamscape.

)O(

Dream Harry appeared back in
Cissy�s bed at the same moment he and Bella had faded out.

�How is my sister, milord?�

�She�s awake and she�s fine, I�d
go as far as to say she�s wonderful!�

�I�m glad, and I�m especially
happy that you came back for me.�

�I�ll always come back for you,
Cissy.�

�Come, Harry.� Lie on the bed as
you did before, with your back against the headboard.� That�s it.�

She straddled him, trapping his
stiff erection with the folds of her over stimulated quim.

�Just lie there, milord, let me
take care of you.�

He placed his hands on her hips
and steadied her as she began to rub her wet cleft against his throbbing
member, she slid and pushed and slid and pushed until the head of his cock
slipped into her tight entrance.

They both groaned as he placed
his hand on her mound, his fingers splayed around his thick cock and intoned, �Vagina
curatia sum!�

He rolled her onto her back,
keeping her legs about his waist and began to plunder her depths with his
insistent cock, they pushed against each other urgently, she locked her ankles
together at the small of his back and screamed as orgasm after orgasm overtook
her.� He finally groaned and shot rope after hot rope of sticky cum inside her
and watched, concerned, as her eyes fluttered open.

�Oh, Harry, Harry!� I always
knew.�

He looked puzzled, �Knew what.�

She smirked, �I always knew that
someday my prince would cum.�

)O(

Bellatrix Lestrange writhed on
the floor of the old Riddle Manor as her lord continued to hold her under the cruciatus
curse � it was amazing that she could derive so much pleasure from pain, she
was practically glowing as wave after wave of carnal pleasure coursed through
her.� Voldemort released her from the curse and the sick little bitch still
writhed on the floor rapturously.� The dark lord could actually smell her
arousal.� It was a pity that his resurrection had left him impotent.� Oh well,
he liked to hurt people and Bellatrix enjoyed pain.� It was a good match.

�Crucio!�

)O(

Narcissa Black lay back in the
tiny bedroom of

Forty-nine Rolfe Street sweating profusely, writhing on the bed as orgasm
after orgasm overtook her.� She had gathered her skirt about her waist and
practically torn her expensive knickers off so that she could plunge her
fingers repeatedly into her gushing sex.� At one point she wandlessly summoned
her wand so that she could fuck herself with the thick wooden handle.� Thank
the Goddess she�d had the presence of mind to cast a silencing spell or her son
would have burst in on her thinking she was being attacked.

After what seemed like an age the
seemingly endless chain of orgasms stopped, leaving Narcissa panting and
bemused, naked from the waist down, soaking the thin mattress with her juices
and sweat.

�Merlin, Morgana, Hecate and
Maeve,� she gasped, �what in the nine hells was that?�
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