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Making a Merlin
by the TragicBackStory
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Chapter 12

“That was the most amazing-- oh my god!” Hermione stood in the doorway, frozen with her arm around Maggie as the other two behind them stumbled into them. The four of them stared in awe at the display before them.

Not 10 feet from them in the aisle lay Meredith. Not ‘Mary’ but her original form. Except it wasn’t, it was more in keeping with her younger human shape, but more manageable features and hair. Face down she looked like she had passed out mid-stride, her hands palms up by her hips and her toes pointed inward with legs slightly canted outward. The biggest things to note were the pretty little tail laying all the way down between her ankles and the wings lazily hanging across her back at 45 degrees from her spine. Well and that she was covered from her shoulder-blades to her toes in cum that was ... .glowing.

“Oh thank the goddess! I can’t go again Harry...”

The girls all looked up from where they’d almost tripped on Mary to the scene of carnage further in. The man sitting in the aisle had to be Harry, the hair alone. The long black wings folded around him as he stared at the ceiling gasping. The voice earlier had been a deeper, richer, form of Gladda’s. Just past him was the most violated being Hermione could imagine. Her ass was wider than the isle, which was fine since it looked like her knees were in the seat on either side, her hip-bones resting on the tops of the seats in front of them.

“I’m….so….sorry...honey...” Harry didn’t seem to notice the other girls yet, he was just laying against the seats near her feet softly stroking something that looked like a cross between the centaur and the Satyr...with nubby spots all along it.

“It’s okay...” Gladda’s voice was shaky, “I just need a m-moment….I’m not ummm...” the girls blush could be seen in her thighs, “could you use your magic when you can? I’m not...closing.” Sophia blanched at those words, cause she knew it to be true. Even from here the girl’s gaping holes, both of them, were on full display. “And I could use some Zoey’s magic. I am really, really raw.”

“Are you okay?” Harry shifted his weight forward and started to stand, hands on his knees is when he noticed the girls entering the room.

“God’s yes,” Gladda’s voice beamed, facing away she couldn’t see the girls growing smiles, “I just feel like Sunny and I swapped husbands for the night. Hmmm...” the girl’s contemplative groan made the other girls blush at the image of the partially enlarged girl’s state. “Actually I rather like the sound of that...”

“Lets get you up. Can you take your belt off?” He tried to act calm, but he didn’t know how to tell Gladda without her dying of embarrassment.

“Not unless you want a repeat of what happened to Maggie.” The giant girl’s quip made the girls in the room look at the nude dark elf who was now blushing at the memory. “I feel so bad about that, if I’d known her the way I do now back then, I would have helped her clean off...or gotten dirty beside her.” the giggle made Harry’s dick jump and a broad smile broke out on Maggies.”

“Well,” Maggie called out, and everyone watched the muscles in the back of Gladda’s legs go tense and her toes curl, “maybe we can have a do-over some time.”

“H-harry...” Gladda called out softly, “so I take it that the girls are back?”

“Yeah hun,” Harry was enjoying his new use of pet names, “just walked in a second ago.” He got an embarrassed moan from her girl and reached out to pat her glistening rump next to his face. He looked up from his decimated wife to the crowd slowly approaching and helping a comatose Mary off the floor. “Don’t stare down the barrel ‘Mione, it’ll go off.”

The bookworm looked up from her panting expression, dragging her eyes away from all that swinging meat up those rock hard abs… the most loving face she ever wanted to see.

“I like this one Harry,” she blushed, not bothering to cover herself, as pretty much the only one with a shred of clothes on was Zoey who’d put her unzipped hoodie back on. “How are you...feeling?” The question was an obvious one, and one that he really wanted to put some thought in. All the girls were feeling more comfortable, more adventurous with their relationships. Part of that had to be the almost surreal nature by which this had all come together, it seemed part nightmare, part smutty daydream at times. The biggest restraint so far was….well, his lack of restraint. Mione had broken the cross species major barriers already when she’d goggled herself on a pair of centaur balls, and none of the girls were going to call her perverted if they new what was good for them. They’d tried to be mature about the relationship; but old stereotypes, and prejudices only filled the kinky-ness of it. Sunny and Snowfall treated him like a warlord when he walked into the room, and his centaur form ... .Hermione had been standing in the right spot to literally watch Sunshine get wet just from him entering the room. Each girl was different though; while Teak took the incident in stride, Landala still flinched at his touch before throwing herself into his arms. She had the odd quirk of crying during sex when she felt overwhelmed. Hermione knew it was off-putting for Harry, but seemed to only fuel his protective nature. The last time they’d been together, the poor cat girl had ‘pulled a Maggie’. He wasn’t rough or fast, but his unique….anatomy was very stimulating. Slowly and gently aside, he’d still fucked her unconscious by her third orgasm. Watching her quiver in her sleep was amusing.

“I feel...” Harry raised one hand to hip height, staring into his palm, “more in control now. Something changed inside me, for the better.” He looked over his shoulder and turned to face the woman twice his size still trying to petitely rise from her position of rapture. “I’m blocking you Gladdy….go ahead and let it out.”

Hermione felt Maggie’s fingers catch her shoulder and dig in as they watched Harry grab the head rests on either side of the aisle and brace himself.

“Uhhhhhhhhh…….” Gladda groaned as they all watched the small flash of light any of them emitted when they changed shape. From their perspective they could only watch the outside of her hips shrink before the deluge started. From the back it looked like a milky waterfall dripping all down his legs and pooling on the floor as she continued to strain and cry out. “Oh...oh I’m so sore….” she whimpered as the poor girl finally landed spent in a fetal position at his feet, promptly getting scooped out of the puddle and bridal carried. The girls stared at his soaked form, from his chest down he was drenched, not holding her to him but out slightly not to get her dirty. “You were so….”

“Sorry,”

“No,” she smiled, “you were gentle ... .you could have...” she cupped his face, “you could hurt with that thing if you wanted to.” She pulled herself closer despite his protests nuzzled against his chest and getting coated in the deluge of cum she’d forced out all over him.

“Mione, Sophie….” Harry stopped beside them, holding Gladda, “Can you clean us up….and grab Mary for me. They both need a nap before we arrive. Zoey?” He turned and smiled seeing the girl, standing behind Majesta and Hermione, staring at those booties. “I could use your help with the healing thing.”

“Oh...” she looked up startled, “sure ... .which one?” She watched him look back and forth between the two girls, raising an eyebrow. The boy could only shrug while he nodded. They pretty much both were going to need to have their insides attended to. It was probably going to be a common practice thing soon, Zoey had come to realize, since she could literally take the pillow sores out of the night before. Walking up she put her hand on Mary’s chest, the soft warm glow causing the girl to cling to Sophie and Hermione tighter. She was mid way through when she heard the squeal of discomfort from behind her, the soft light casting over her shoulder across Hermione’s features. Looking back she saw Harry holding a trembling Gladda. “Harry no!” She sounded exasperated, “you can’t just...”

“What?” he looked curiously at the girl who was a shaking, panting, mess.

“Healing her down….look...” Quanza rose to her full height as she strode over, “it’s a wound, basically, Harry.” she patted him on the shoulder as he got the usual crestfallen look he got when he did something without thinking and someone got a lil banged up. Reaching out she flicked her wrist.

“OW!!” Harry took a step back as his bicep just below the shoulder grew a gash an inch long from her razor sharp nails, “Zoe--”

“Shhh….” Zoey took another step forward, hands up defensively as she approached him again. Laying her hand on the wound she let out a flash of light from her palm, instantly causing him to flinch away a second time.

“Oh god...” he was smiling and chuckling as he rolled his shoulders.

“How did that feel?” She smiled, feeling the other girls step up behind her.

“It tickled ... .and tingled really bad...still does...” he looked at her thoughtfully.

“You just did that, to the entire inside of her.” She smirked watching him go slack-faced, “Heal slowly from now on, big guy.” The moment was broken up by a whimper from Gladda who suddenly coughed…. causing them all to blush and find the ceiling very interesting at the sound of something splashing across the floor.

Narcissa Malfoy carried the tray down the hall, cautious of those in her home who might disapprove. She could not have the elves do it, they had even been forbade to be safe. The stairs were slender and dark on this side of the house, rarely did she travel here except in dire circumstances. That meant that lately she was here all the time.

The manor had become a den for HIM. With that proclamation came a slew of all new problems with the guests that circulated. She didn’t really prescribe to the level of bigotry and hate that most of them did, much like her sister. She simply wished to not lose power in the changing world, and if that meant keeping the world from changing so be it. Cracking the door she listened for a moment to the sounds of heavy breathing, whimpering and sobbing. Easing it open she bit her lip and felt her heart sink, her sister was at it again.

“Easy wittle one...” Bellatrix cooed, naked as a babe standing next to the table. The sobbing was coming from the girl chained to the center of the table, her legs dangling over the edge and her ass smashed against the older witch who had her hips crushed together in a firm grip. “This would feel a lot better, if you could get a little wetter~” She sing-song’d the last part before drawing back and clapping their hips together with a thrust. “Itty bitty mudslut.”

“Bella,” Cissy called out, blushing as her sister merely looked over, her contraption hilted in the schoolgirl now openly crying. “I’ve brought our captives they’re meals. Do you think a little mercy would be in order?” she said the last part was more of a statement and less a question, causing her sister to pout.

“Don’t eat too much,” Bella whispered as she leaned over the body, “want to make sure you still have room inside for little old me….” She took a step back and the girl under her gave a shuddering groan as the device, long and thick, slipped free to dangle between the other witches nude legs. Taking the robe offered her by her sister she covered her, except for stockings, otherwise completely nude form. Narcissa took that as permission and set the tray down and began tapping the chains around the room.

Men and women lined the walls, arms above their heads just out of overhead light. Some moved, others just groaned. Only 3 stood up, and at Narcissa’s nod began taking the food to people still rubbing their wrists.

“I still can’t believe you talked me into this Cissy...” Bella smirked and stole a biscuit off one of the trays, “but I must admit I haven’t had this much fun since Hogwarts.” She took the hand not shoving food in her mouth and wagged her male appendage around. The device was called a Witch’s Wick, Cissy remembered that. They’d been outlawed at Hogwarts for centuries, because girls with an artificial penis can be crueler than boys at times behind closed doors. That was the official reason anyway, Cissy just assumed it was wizards being afraid they’d raise too many man-haters if they allowed alternatives. You could feel whatever you did with it while you were wearing it, supposedly. Bella had found out about them in her late teens, being out of Azkahban had lit old fires long since put out it seemed. If she didn’t know him to be a complete and utter cunt, she’d have felt sorry for Lestrange’s poor ass once Lavender was dead.

“These people would be dead too soon if the master found them.” Cissy was careful of how she addressed Voldemort around her crazed sister, “but we are of the house Black first.” she lifted her chin, smiling as she watched her sister suddenly do the same. “Toujours Pur, sister… and we have an obligation.”

“The noblesse oblige...” Bella smirked, “I’ve been giving it to this one all week.” She reached over, giving the bum a little swat and spreading the cheeks with her thumb. “I think I’ll give her the rest of the day and tomorrow off.” She let go, and Narcissa watched the form slump in relief. “I don’t want her to get used to this….” Bella winked, “and I don’t want to fall in love.”

“I can take care of this then, I’ll put her back in her pen.” Cissy nodded and watched as Bella licked two fingers, and the girl on the table was up on her toes in a plaintive whimper as they found the gap in her legs. This lasted several agonizing seconds before the crazy witch withdrew her fingers. Narcissa watched silently as her sister left the room, thoughtfully licking her fingers. She waited for the count of 10 before she spoke again.

“Arthur...” she spoke softly, and one of the men passing out food stopped and turned to her. “Can you and Susan make sure Lavender is taken care of...” she bit her lip refusing to cry as she saw the obedience in his eyes as he shuffled over. The man was on autopilot, for a week now the fire had left him and his companion. The third person though, Susan Bones; niece of the former head of the aurors, was still a firecracker and full of life. Huffs were stubborn, but you took hope of victory from a Griff and they collapsed inward. She watched them undo the chain, keeping that girl known as Lavender bound and bent over the table, helping her back to the corner she had been gifted. It was a blessing and a curse that she was the only one allowed a bed. No one begrudged her that, she paid the price for it too often.

“How long?” Arthur spoke, half a biscuit in his mouth as he took a drink of the water provided.

“I don’t know.” Narcissa felt like she was going to cry, “I’m keeping this as best I can, but they will find out eventually.” She reached out cupping his face, her eyes watering as she leaned forward.

“Cissy,” he swallowed hard, his dead eyes trembling as he closed them, “don’t….” he didn’t have the strength to fight her as soft lips landed on his. She didn’t press further, just held it there, softly coming apart as she rested her forehead against his.

Arthur had not realized her passion still burned till he was in chains. It seemed like forever ago he’d been a young man at Hogwarts, a chipper little ginger doing his studies and making goo-goo eyes at the princess of Slytherin. They were a forbidden romance, a failed idea, a lost cause. That only made the love they had expressed warmer, the glances deeper, the sex so… so more satisfying. He’d never thought himself handsome till she told him, he’d never thought of himself as smart till she’d tutored him, and he’d never thought of himself as hung until he spent two hours every weekend giving bowed legs to a screaming dark angel. Molly’s love potion incident had put the breaks on their interludes, something Molly still didn’t know about to this day.

“I will find a way...” she whispered, opening her eyes to meet his own as she took a half step back, looking around the room, “I have to...” She felt the lump in her chest climb to her throat seeing these witches and wizards, all undesirables, locked in her basement at her behest. The lower death eaters feared her as Lucius’s woman. She’d gotten them stowed away, then oblivated the little bloodists and told them they’d all lost their memories in an explosion during the battle at the ministry, and that she’d tended to them personally. An explosion she herself had caused, she grinned, to get rid of the muggleborn record room. Now she had a little troupe of the bastards idolizing her, she wanted to vomit.

“She’s resting...” Susan walked up to the two of them, “is there any word of….” she was afraid to say the name, afraid to put hope into her words. The older woman looked down at her and she knew her answer. “Lav can’t take much more of that….”

“I know...” Cissy patted the girl on the arm as she glanced around at everyone eating silently watching them, “I...I know...”

“You could have said something!”

Hermione walked along, arms crossed as they made their way from the baggage claim. The sidewalks outside Gatwick were not as packed as they could be, but even though it was not really any holiday the normal hustle and bustle was sufficient to make the girls nervous all the same. Still, it was nice to be so close to home.

“I wanted to surprise you. Now,” He looked around, “Help me find Gate 13….”

“What?” His best friend looked suspiciously at him as Sophia wrapped an arm around her, “why? what’s going on?" She followed along as the group took off jogging behind a very impatient looking Mr. Potter.

“Come on….ah, THERE!” He smiled rounding the corner and she could hear a clamor and a squeal before some laughing rang out just out of view. The girls nervously turned into the sight of Harry being lifted off his feet in a hug by a rotund man while a handful of other people stood nearby. Two of which were very familiar.

“MOM?!” Herrmione rushed forward as the woman turned and tears were shared as they clutched to each other laughing hysterically. “How? Why are you here?!” She clung tightly to her mother while listening to Harry talk to the rest of the group. She gathered for some reason that the others were his family. His extended family, and after hearing his stories for so many years she had to wonder what in the world had happened.

“I can’t believe it!” The portly man put him down, “Boy I tell you, I’ve lost 50lbs in a month! Once your friends got a hold on us and got rid of the curse, we’ve been a changed--” He stopped as he caught sight of Hermione staring at him, grinning he gave a little bow, “Vernon Dursley little miss, I assume you are this little charmer’s girl?” That comment caused her mother to hold on tightly enough to squeeze the air out of her. She looked up into a very stern raised eyebrow.

“We should talk about this somewhere more private.” Harry gestured to the hallway leading to the road outside.

“Oh….oh my….”

Molly Weasley’s blank expression glistened in the evening candlelight. Her night had been a very... educational experience. She blinked the sting out of her eyes. She'd been married to a very ‘virile and hefty’ manhood, so she was no stranger to cum in her eyes. She’d just never had a woman before.

“Mmmm...” Apolline smiled down as she gently ran her fingers across her nipples. Tonight was a first for her as well, indulging a fantasy she’d never in her wildest dreams thought she would get to live out. A direct coven, the only loop hole in her biological design. The girls in Harry’s group were all bound to him, and to each other by proxy. None of them were directly tied like this so they had no way to know. “No..no please...” she smiled, pleading in false humility as she did the one thing she never thought she could. She watched her allure wash over a woman, feeling those massive breasts under her ass, their nipples hardening they were uncomfortable to sit on as the redhead mashed her face back into her quim with gusto. Molly was a sexual creature, hell a predator in her own right when you got her wound up.

“Polly..” The ginger came up for air with a growling snarl that threw the blonde off balance almost as much as the fingernails digging into her ass and forcing her into the headboard as the bigger woman dug in for dinner. The veela’s eyes nearly crossed, perhaps she wouldn’t get her SO wound up in the future, the woman hadn’t created seven children shaking hands after all.

Through the bedroom door two souls listened intently, one passing a coin to the other silently as they smiled to one another. As the women inside squealed in delight they shook their heads ruefully.

“I think those two will get along very well.” The taller woman wrapped her arm around the shorter who sulked.

“I still think they would have done good under Harry.” the frumpy form of Beth stepped into the hallway, her native ebon flesh glistening in the evening lights of the hall. She stopped short as her companion wrapped an arm across her collarbone, taking a drag off her cigar to the side.

“He is their liege, they still belong to him so there is hope. Let them have their fun,” she kissed the dark elf’s neck, “how about we see to our own.” She reached to cup the chest of the woman in front of her only to have the pointed eared mistress pull free.

“You are rather forward aren’t you.” Bethsemene cocked an eyebrow smirking, “I’m not sure how much of an improvement I can call this new bravado, perhaps I should wait for Harry’s return to scratch my itch.” The taller woman pouted a bit before smirking. The dark elf turned in time to get her body pressed back first into the wall, a hand on either side of her head as the taller woman leaned in massing their chests together.

“When was the last time someone paid as much attention to your back door as you do to others? I think sitting on a face would do you good.” the Huldr smirked as the Dokkalfar grew thoughtful. “I’m not sure which I would end up spending more time doing; worshiping you…. or breaking you.” She took a long drag of her cigar looking thoughtful, “But it would be a very long time before I tired of either.”

“Very well,” Beth stood tight lipped, “Wine and some oil. Olive probably, I expect a bottle of both in my room in ten minutes. Let’s see if I roll off your tongue as easily as your words.”

The Huldr gave a curtsy with a smirk as the dark elf walked off. Giving the woman a ten second head start she started to undo her pants. “Dobby.” She said the word with a husk to her voice as she began walking. The little man popped in at full stride beside her. “Can you bring a couple of bottles of wine, some lard or vegetable oil up to our bedroom? Oh, and some Murtlap later, keep it chilled. We’ll be too tired and sore to get it ourselves.”

“Wait a minute...”

Hermione listened to her mother speak nervously sitting on her husband’s right side, huddling close not sure how the conversation was going to go. The back of the magically expanded limo was almost an apartment as they all sat around a set of sofas near the front behind the driver.

“It was completely an accident at first, I swear Mrs. Granger.” Harry tried to offer only to have Hermione’s father raise a finger for silence. The action caused three of the women in the room to audibly growl till Harry waved them off.

Mr. Granger looked about him at the apparently human girls all scowling at him and decided discretion was the better part of valor. He scooted to his concerned looking wife’s side and held onto her bicep as she continued to question her daughter.

“So you are official then?” she looked back and forth between the teens, “married. At your age?” She pursed her lips, “I can’t help but think you would need consent for this sort of thing.”

“I am legally adult in the magical world,” Harry grimaced, he’d proven Hermione wrong more than once and knew the consequences, “I am my own guardian in these matters, and given the archaic status of civil rights in the magical side of the country no one will have a complaint that Hermione is married off as both a woman and a muggleborn.” She tensed and he shrugged apologetically, showing it didn’t have to align with his personal beliefs to be true.

‘Can it be undone?”

“We--”

“No.” Hermione spoke up sternly, and her mother was actually concerned for the rage she saw in those eyes, “and the person who would ever try would be made an example of.”

“That’s awfully big words young lady.” Her father crossed his arms, he’d expected to be taken seriously, only to chafe slightly as Harry and Hermione seemed to be more into consoling each other than placating his whims. “What makes you think you can talk like that... like you’re an adult all of the sudden?”

“I know you love him, and he’s family,” Sophia spoke up from her spot on the other side of where Harry patted her lap reassuringly, “but I’m fighting breaking his jaw with every breath, my love.”

“Perhaps you should be conversing with Hermione on the matter.” Her father scowled as she leaned forward. “Calling my daughter’s hus--”

“I WAS talking to her.” She made to stand but squawked in protest as she was pulled off balance in the first step, being pulled into Harry’s lap. He held on with a bear hug as Hermione shocked her parents, reaching for her face with both hands and searing her with a kiss.

“Thank you Sophia, but I can handle this.” She returned her gaze back to her parents, who were now both scowling.

“I see there is more to this story than we’ve been told.” Hermione’s mother this time was the one tight lipped and cross, her father’s composure having fallen apart seeing his daughter snog another woman.

“I am... in the process of becoming the next ruler of the magical isle.” Harry spoke up, leaning around Sophia to look at the two as he watched them not fully register his words, “and France…. and soon pretty much anything on land west of the Hardar Leyline? That’s like Georgia I think.” He saw them slowly start to creep into the ‘this is bullshit’ posture he’d come to understand from ‘adults’.

“We don’t have time for this horse shit.” The older man stood, dusting himself off and handing his wife out of her chair, “Hermione, I think it is best that you come home wi--”

The production of half a dozen weapons of varying lethality brought him up short, the most startling from his own daughter.

“I will not be going anywhere father.” Hermione was stone faced, a single tear welling in her eye as she held her athame out straight. “I beg you to sit and talk with us please, there is so much that you do not know or understand.”

“This little boy cannot possibly be a ruler of anything, Oh for heaven’s--,” Her father ran his hands through his hair, “Hermione please be sensible. Does he have one of those... spells on you, or something? You can’t seriously think this boy is that special, you need to grow up.”

“He is the next Merlin.” Zoey stood, and the two muggles in the room turned to look at her and immediately went into a full blown panic. She’d let her suspenders AND her form go. A buck ass naked Huldr girl, swishing tail and claws out, stood before them half postured to pounce as they watched on frozen and nearly hyperventilating. “He has more power within him than several wizards combined. He is special. I can kill a dozen of those stick wigglers with my bare hands; I will never be able to put a scratch on him... that he does not allow.” she smiled, “your daughter’s husband...that boy as you call him... has tamed me. I am his. To be played with, at his whim, is all I can ever dream of now.” The way she said ‘played’ made Sophia’s eye’s bug out, more than likely from the reaction to what happened in the lap under her.

Hermione blushed as she watched both her parents rock back as if visibly struck by the Ansu, the Huldr ‘allure’. She didn’t really want to think about why her mother had taken the effect of the Huldr allure so hard as they both were pushed back into their seats by desire.

“That’s not a bad idea Zoey,” Sophia smiled as she stood, “that might break the ice and wake them up a little faster to the reality here.” Her form melted into light until the satyr girl stood before them. The wave of light spread across the room and soon the only one not in an alternate form was Harry. Hermione blinked nervously through several pairs of eyes, her hands all wringing each other nervously in her lap.

Her mother took it remarkably well, reaching out with a quivering hand to take her daughters. The two looked at each other, one smiling the other solemn as the loud thump of her father hitting the floor unconscious echoed in the room.

Ron Weasley continued to stare at the ceiling from the flat of his bed.

The recent developments were...disconcerting. The results were amazing, but what it took to get them was embarrassing to say the least. His whole body shivered and he petted the woman’s head in his lap out of reflex.

He was a father. He was a husband. So many things had happened. He was less a man extremity-wise, but more a man physically, emotionally, and mentally than he’d ever been. His mind was a blur with his feeble accomplishments, all related to one simple act of submission.

He felt his end approaching and gave the little tap on the head she’d asked for, spurring her into a frenzy. In seconds he was arching off the bed in contentment as she guzzled and moaned. His wife was not human, one of his children wouldn’t be either. As he listened to her bliss he reflected on how far he’d come in such a short time, and the woman who’d changed his life.

His wife was a sexual predator. She was a prissy tomboy, she loved being outdoors but hated a broom or swimming. Since one was impossible and the other only worked if she took on an appearance of gaining several hundred pounds. The first time he’d tried to pick her up playfully he’d nearly got a hernia. She was heavy beyond reason, and the small of her back was a cavity. You couldn’t see it unless you pushed with your fingers, but it was an air pocket that inflated to keep her afloat in water. She’d only done it once to show him it, the thing looking like that muggle ‘beaner bag’ Hermione had hanging out of her back. She never did it again.

“Manny... Manny, I’m empty.” He pleaded with a chuckle as she began bobbing her head once more. She was pregnant, which meant that she was famished. Hudlr didn’t do morning sickness, they went straight to the munchies phase from day one. As a creature that partially subsists on semen and the magic in it... that posed a challenge at first for him. Since Harry left she’d literally been gulping him down with every meal till the flesh on his cock head was almost raw.

That thought led to his other problem. He’d been consummated in his marriage less than 10 minutes, and he’d pushed his wife into cheating on him. With his best friend. This was made worse by the fact that not only was his buddy so hung, she went crazy for it, he couldn’t get the image out of his mind. He wasn’t into blokes by any stretch of the imagination, but damn if it wasn’t sexy watching his wife get plowed by that thing.

And then there were the side effects. It hadn’t happened till the following morning, but when Ron woke up he was a changed man. Thicker, longer, fuller in the balls. Even the rest of his body seemed more defined and chiseled in spots. The man somehow, in some fucked up way, and managed to bag his wife so hard, Ron’s dick grew by proxy. This new fuller tank only meant Manza could indulge him with renewed vigor. That morning he learned that Huldr had a sensitive spot in the back of their throats. Ron was pretty sure that if the population of Hogwarts boys knew there was a race of women who fed on cum and could get themselves off throating cock….the wizard aversion and prejudice of magical creatures supposed inferiority would change in a single generation, hell possibly overnight.

The woman crawled up beside him, snuggling in as she teased his sparse chest hair. “Ron, I wanted to ask you something.” He could feel her body tense, and after a long silence he smiled.

“You want to keep having sex with Harry.” He turned his head slightly, a raised eyebrow as she blushed. “Right?”

“I’m sorry.” She looked on the verge of tears, “we… we don’t have to.” she made a fist on his chest, and Ron could feel her inner turmoil. She wasn’t human, this wasn’t a typical marriage, and after years around Harry Ron knew himself well enough to know he wasn’t the average wizard, let alone Harry himself.

“I... want to watch.” He said the words softly but firmly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye and watching her smile light up like the dawn, “I don’t want you sneaking behind my back for it. And I expect to be taken care of too—not now!” He burst out in a guffaw as the woman promptly seized his cock in her hand at his words. “I’m sore honey. I take pride in being able to provide for you like this.” He kissed the top of her head as she came in to snuggle hard. “And he...” Ron tensed for a second till Manza looked up at him, “he doesn’t get your butt, ever. No one but me does.”

Manza flushed at the thought, but nodded. “Absolutely, that is our bond.” she kissed his lips, feeling him barely respond as he lost himself in thought.

“No more morning blowjobs.”

She almost looked hurt as he smiled and squeezed her to him, “Our bond needs to be strong, I trust you, but I want you to always know, really know about us. So starting tomorrow I want to renew it daily.”

Manza’s brain was puzzled, she was still sad about losing her favorite breakfast. The man was hard as iron first thing in the morning and let out practically buckets. Then her mind finally processed what he was saying and she flushed crimson. He knew her, her proclivities and weaknesses. Her ass was tender, sensitive and timid compared to the rest of her sexually. It led to the core of her magic by the most direct route, and was a part of her more personal being as a sexual creature. She wasn’t sure what taking it up the ass every morning, feeling the biggest load of his day sprayed inside her core would do to her magically. It was the equivalent of renewing their wedding vows, a revisiting of their virginal honeymoon...daily.

“It always takes forever for you to cum in the mornings.” She replied sheepishly, her fear in her voice. It was the only response she could think of, trying to contemplate what this level of bond would really bring for them.

“Then we’ll have eternity together.” She looked up at him, the statement was uncharacteristically poetic and thoughtful of him from what she’d heard from stories. He really had changed in such a short time. Laying her head on his chest, the two stared off into space, wondering at the strange new world they’d made for themselves.

Harry smiled and closed the door of the Limo, watching it drive off.

“Are you sure she’ll be okay?” Gladda asked nervously as the three bodies stood there. Her and Majesta looked at each other and then at Harry as he turned, his full Veela in effect.

“Between Zoey and Sophie, no one’s going to make those girl’s do anything.” He smiled and straightened his tie. Hermione’s mother had gawked openly when he’d finally changed back to his Veela form.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Majesta held her bag of clothes, her regular non-muggle clothes, to her chest as they crossed the street and into the pub. The Leaky Cauldron was bleak and barely occupied. Tom waved at them and stared for a solid three seconds confused at Harry wondering where he’d seen him before. Finally the damn broke and wide eyed open mouthed Tom rushed around the bar to cling to the boy in a hug.

“I’m back.” Harry grinned and whispered, “At least for a little bit.”

The trio made it to the restrooms, and after a bit came back out looking completely different. Tom’s face was in a panic as a girl who passed for Hagrid’s teenage daughter stood beside a dark elf and a man who’s entire being promised either death or sex; either way there would be screaming.

“We’ll be back for our stuff.” Harry smiled, flipped the gob-smacked man a galleon and brought into existence a staff that stood taller than he was. The girls flanked him as he went out the magical side of the exit to the staring and whispers of the gathered crowd beyond.

“Well lets see….” he rubbed his chin. “Anyone Majesta?” He was making rather pleasant eye contact with the ladies who were being held back by the menfolk staring at this strange entourage.

“No dark marks nearby...” she replied tersely, “shame really.”

“Well, then on to Gringotts, maybe we’ll get lucky.”

“If you want to get lucky just ask Harry.” Gladda smirked, taking a knee and causing a few of the girls to back up considerably as Harry cupped her chin for a kiss, “no maybe about it.”

Stone Rose was having a rather fitful day.

The account managers were being right cunts about everything now that the impostor had taken power. He was trying to dictate rates of transfer, rights of properties….. they were on the verge of another goblin war! To top it all off, her request for a transfer to an account manager assistant position herself was denied...again...for the 6th time in 3 years. She muttered to herself as she mopped the back room.

“Help! To Arms!”

Her head shot up as a Goblin came barreling into the back gate, spell-fire audibly in the lobby. Wizards had finally done it?! They’d broken in and started ransacking the place like the cowards they were. Taking her belt-knife in hand she dashed through the door before it had even closed.

The sight before her was grandiose.

The man stood there in the center, a bubble of electric green around him semi transparent as spells bounced off it in all directions. A multitude of the Dark imposter’s followers huddled behind pillars casting around them to slide helplessly off and ricochet in random directions.

He was really handsome, she had to admit to herself as she watched him casually survey the scene. On their knees to both sides was a woman, one massive the other dark as night. He simply stood there watching the combative impotency play out till one decided to take the charge to him. From the look of it the only reason they’d taken those positions was to get as close as they could to maintain their bulk inside the protective dome. It looked practiced.

All hell broke loose though as the death eaters crossed the threshold. The first slumped to the ground boneless as the bigger woman brought some kind of club down on his head that made it disappear into his body. The one right behind him let out an ungodly self harmonizing scream as the dark girl slashed upward with what looked like pure energy. The man, by the sound of him, Lay on his back thrashing and clawing at himself trying to put the pieces back together. From navel to the top of his head he’d been bisected. The two pieces were sealed by magic, a glowing soft lavender color on the inside seam as they remained alive and well despite being more than a foot apart. The fact that such a massive cut wasn’t messy seemed all the more horrifying as he continued to thrash and scream in stereo.

The third jumped over the previous two, then promptly exploded. The three in the bubble were coated head to toe, only to have the gore burn away like water on a burning hot stove. Rose had seen no spellwork, no incantations or magical items. The man had simply punched him in his fucking chest, and it had ceased to be a chest.

“Enough!”

Everyone in the room stopped as the man’s voice boomed. Several stood from their crouched positions, and several bystanders took that moment to begin slinking towards the door.

“Greetings,” one of the more silver tongues of the men behind the mask spoke up, “welcome back to our master’s domain Mr. Potter. We know who you are even with that glamor, your scar shows through I’m afraid. Why don’t you come with us quietly, and we can see what the master thinks of your arrival?”

Rose looked at the man, then at the one they called Potter, then back. Was the goofy dark bastard fucking insane, that wasn’t a glamor! It was at best a transmogrify, but it bore no sign of potion burn or hex-brand.

“I will make this deal.” Harry smiled, and every eye suddenly turned to see the front doors and every side door in the bank slam shut and lock with a large purple ‘X’ as the dark toned girl put away her long casting blade. “Every single death eater….” Harry looked around, “in this room... will die.” He held up his finger, “except the one who gives me access to Malfoy manor’s wards.”

There was some chuckling, though a few looked around at each other. One figure stepped forward, and Harry stayed visibly relaxed as the figure gently held up its hands taking a slow step through the barrier.

“You are here to slay the Dark Lord?” the voice was soft and menacing, but Harry could hear a tinge of hope and misery in it as well.

“Not today,” he tilted his chin down, seeing the figure turn inward, “I am here for the prisoners, but your master’s fate is already sealed.”

There was a stiff moment of silence as the figure in the mask stared, up into his eyes, cold ice blue and watering before looking down and breaking the gaze. The collective room let a gasp as the mask was slowly pulled away, falling to the floor with a clack. Slowly easing the hood back the woman smiled up at him. Harry Potter was a little confused at the way she was smiling at him, but he knew that face in a second. He shuffled awkwardly to the side as she nuzzled into the space space between himself and Gladda, turning about to survey the inhabitants of the room with a grim sort of finality.

“Well, Mr. Potter. You may proceed.” Narcissa Malfoy glared with a smirk at the now panicked pack of death eaters.

Sunny stretched pleasantly in the sunlight of day. It was nice to be out and about on the grounds, no one made her wear clothes, she could stretch all her legs, and cold air trapped up in the castle was far less bearable than the cold air out here where the wind was still blocked but the sunlight warmed the skin.

It wasn’t so hard to find the place she was, it was used by the girl’s fairly often. They’d come to call the spot “Ferra’s Landing” since it was literally a meadow tamped by the poor woman as Harry coven’d her. The girl looked around, and not seeing anyone decided to practice.

It was such a silly thing, but it took concentration of will. In a flash she was back on her two legs, and scooting to her bum in the snow covered grass she took a deep breath, and laid back. Slowly breathing, she focused on the treetops, the clouds. Her breathing was ragged as she fought the urge to sit up, roll over, anything else. Being on her back was the single most unnatural thing she’d ever done, and it was thrilling.

She wanted this, this form of sex. With Harry she could do it. She felt dizzy just looking up at the trees, feeling like any moment she would fall into the sky and never come back. Finally she closed her eyes and sat up as the panic took her too hard.

Indoors, she told herself; indoors with a bed and sheets, pillows, and him on top of her. This was doable, and she felt giddy at the prospect of possibly overcoming a milestone in her own personal and sexual growth.

Emma Granger replaced the towel on her husband’s forehead. He’d been out since the Limo, and with a subtle trick by Hermione and the girls they’d managed to get him up to the hotel room Harry had paid for.

To call it classy was an understatement. The place was practically a palace suite. She half expected the girls to be marveling over the space and features, but she didn’t see any of that. Either the girls really were used to living in luxury or she just didn’t know how to read non-humans.

Non-humans, that was the other thing that was getting to her. The only other fully human person in the room now was her unconscious husband. Her own daughter had somewhere over holiday break grown two more sets of arms. Six. Arms.

She was roused from her daydreams by a young redhead girl bumping her shoulder to shoulder sitting on the couch. The girl was of course nude, since that seemed to be the borderline constant state behind closed doors for these women.

“Hey, We should start over. I’m Quanza” she smiled up at the mother of one of the brides, “people call me Zo-ey” she patted the woman’s knee, “I’m sorry for using my powers on you.”

The older woman sighed and regarded the little...creature? No that was insensitive and racist, “Don’t worry about it. To be fair we’re less than a decade into understanding wizards, the rest of the magical world is beyond new to us.” She blushed, “what was that anyway?”

“Oh,” Zoey frowned, “Yeah, sorry. The um, we call it the Ansu in my people. It is the urge to give and take pleasure made manifest. The temptation of what could be.” She put her hands behind her head, not seeming to care that it showed off her modest breasts and flaccid length between her legs.

“I can’t help but ask...” Emma bit both lips closing her eyes, how to even politely broach a subject like this.

“I’m common.”

Emma opened her eyes startled, looking at the girl who shrugged, “Our race is called the Hul-dur. We’re like those Veelas Hermione probably told you about.” The woman looked thoughtful, and Zoey realized she was staring at her bits. “Oh, I mean. Veela are strictly female. Huldr are… what was the word Hermione used?”

“Hermaphroditic.” Emma supplied, “It is rare in humans to full manifest, but it happens. All who do so are infertile though, with incredibly rare exceptions.” She tilted her head, “I feel like I’ve read something about Huldr in history books...or mythology--”

“Swedish records.” Zoey scowled, “one of our previous Queens struck a deal with a squib ruler to help in a war. We ended up in the myths of the common folk as tempters and murderers.”

“Squib?” Emma tried to remember all the terms Hermione had thrown at her in a flurry in the last few years.

“A person who is born unable to cast spells.”

“But doesn’t that...I mean...” Emma smiled and pointed to herself with a grin.

“No, a mundane can’t--” Zoey looked thoughtful, “actually you know what, you might be right, we should get you tested for a core. I doubt anyone ever tried that to see if the people who spontaneously birth magical children have any potential.” She was looking away so didn’t see the older woman still peering down her body curiously.

“So do both….” Emma blushed, “I’m sorry this must all be very personal.”

“Not really.” Zoey shrugged, “We’re literally sexual creatures, this is the most natural conversation I’m guessing we could have.” She patted the woman’s knee again, and Emma felt herself growing flush.

“So...you and Hermione?” Emma was looking at the floor trying to contain her composure, why would she ask such a thing?! It had to be this ‘Ansuun’ thing….

“Oh...” Zoey sounded disappointed, “no. I mean I’d love to get up in that-- I mean--” Zoey had the decency to blush herself this time. “She’s great, but we’ve already had an honest talk, and I don’t have enough swinging meat to make her happy.” She chuckled, missing the horrified look on the mother’s face.

“She married Harry though.” Emma said it politely, hoping that would make sense but Zoey just looked at her like she’d become a pink elephant.

“Have you ever seen Harry naked?” She smirked knowing the answer, “Let me put it this way, that young man is married to a lot of girls, and none of us is left unsatisfied. That includes...” She ticked off her fingers grinning, “two sexual creatures, myself included... a giant, and a centaur.” She giggled at the shocked look on Emma’s face. “You remember the big girl with brown Hair? The one that went with Harry?”

“Gladice.”

“Close, Gladda. If I wasn’t naturally magically aspected to healing that girl would not be able to walk today. I’m not trying to be too crude on you, but your daughter likes’m big. And she married a man who can literally bow-leg a horse at times.” She went to stand, and Emma quickly averted her gaze from the bobbing erection. Emma’s face flushed further when the big bottomed girl of the group, (Sofia was it?) rushed over to grab her BY that same erection and lead her into the bathroom. Two seconds later there was a groan and the unmistakable rhythmic thump against the other side of the door. The only one in the room to visibly notice other than her was Hermione who cast her a sidelong glance before going back to chatting.

Well, normal was gone. Emma lamented as she petted the scruff on her husband’s chin.

Harry surveyed the room once the carnage had settled down. It was barely a minute for the lives of so many to snuff like candles in the wind. He didn’t like his staff, it was bulky and too hard to swing. More than once his spell was too slow, too far off target to release. He had more dead bodies on his bare hands than he did fingers.

“This thing just fights my instincts.” Harry grumbled standing next to Majesta who was busy tending to the wounded. That is to say finishing off those not gruesomely injured enough to expire quickly. The tall blonde woman beside him watched dispassionately as the lives of her former comrades snuffed one by one. “So why the change of heart? I can’t reconcile the person I’m looking at with the person I knew.”

“You’re one to talk.” Narcissa raised an eyebrow, watching the rather large boy blush. “I grow tired of my life, my husband, my husband’s owner...I want sanctuary.” She turned to face him, dropping to one knee. “I beg for myself, and the life of my son--” she raised a hand when she saw him starting to scowl. “I ask only for his life, whatever other justice you deem worthy is fine by me. It is my duty as a mother, I know what he is starting to become more than anyone.”

“And what would I get from this?” Harry looked around the room, the place looked like it had been painted by a toddler, splashes and smears all around with no sense of pattern or form. A small goblin holding a mop was making its way over to them.

“The pride of turning one of Voldemort’s favorite houses against him...” she stood back up, “The sting against Lucius of taking his wife and son from him--”

“Draco won’t be swayed so--”

“You let me worry about getting my son out of there. I just want to know if you’ll let him live.” She took a deep breath and made her chest puff out, trying to tempt a teenage boy. Watching it fail spectacularly stung a bit, but she carried on. “I can get you all the prisoners trapped beneath the manor without a fight, that includes--”

“Deal.”

The force of his acceptance made her rock back as if struck. He really was only here for the people he cared about. So much had changed about him. Part of her had to wonder how much, but that would have to wait since he was now staring down at a goblin who’d tossed her mop about 15 feet back.

“The elders will be very upset by this.” Rose spoke up, looking up at the massive man standing tall inside his dome of death circled by beautiful women of all varieties. He only looked down at her, his smile warm yet his chiseled features stern. She realized with a blush he was waiting for her to speak, as he had no comment on the matter. “I fear your accounts may become penalized after something like this m’lord.” His features, and those of the blond woman beside him, took on a startled expression. Goblins never addressed wizards with titles of respect outside of formal correspondence or business.

“Before they get to that,” Harry smiled as he was taking a knee, “Why don’t you and I talk?”

Draco Malfoy sat silently in his room, huddled in his high back chair staring at the fire. Tonight he’d shot his mouth off again, possibly for the last time. Why he had to be so impulsive, so damned… he shook his head, he knew why.

He’d begged the damn hat, not to throw him to the lion’s den. The scion of house Malfoy? Anything but the snakes would get him killed! He knew that the moment he’d been turned down by the boy who lived. A chance to be friends, that was all he was asking for. He knew now looking back that he’d been the owl to shit on that package, but how could he know that befriending a Weasley would be his one ticket to the side of the greatest boy he’d ever heard of.

The selfish ass had taken everything from him, the least bit his chance for fame as something other than a ‘darkie’. He didn’t even like fucking quidditch, but he’d talked his father into buying a fucking crate of brooms to get him onto the team. Maybe if Harry saw him as a worthy competitor….no.

The blond boy wiped the tear from his eye, letting go of the knees he was hugging. As he looked down at the butterbeer pinched between his feet he thought back to all the times he’d said so many mean things, so many times lashed out. It was easy to hate to say what you didn’t mean for effect. It was so easy to call out Ron’s poverty, Hermione’s heritage, Neville’s weight or Harry’s insecurities. But they prevailed; they rose above anything that would stand in their way. Neville was now a power in the griff camp, and he was getting quite handsome. Ron was the boy-who-lived’s fucking right hand man, money couldn’t buy you that...cause fuck-knows Draco had tried. Hermione was outscoring girl’s two years ahead of her her whole Hogwarts career. If the girl didn’t grow up to be a headmaster it would be because she wouldn’t live through this stupid war.

Now he was gone. He fled the country. They fucking deserved it. Draco deserved it. They’d all got what they wanted, a bloody crazy person in charge who killed more often than he bathed. All he ever wanted was for Potter...for Harry, to be his friend.

Well, more than that, he blushed a bit. But that was a secret only 2 other people in the world knew about. One of those people was sleeping on his bed, the other at his desk reading a book. The larger woman looked up, smiling softly and turned a page going back to her reading. Most people wouldn’t think Millicent an egg-head, and she liked it that way. Draco picked up his drink and slammed it back viciously before wiping his mouth and gasping.

“Where the hell is mom?” He grumbled, “she was just going to gringotts, it’s almost sup--”

It was at that moment his bedroom door opened and Harry Potter stepped through in half his glory. Half, he reckoned because he was still at least wearing pants. Spattered with blood he glanced over at Millicent who started to the point that her book fell limply from her hands as she looked back and forth between the stunned young man on the bed and the adonis filling the doorway.

“Honey,” Draco watched his mother squeeze around the big...man ... .in the doorway and straighten her hair. “Get your things quickly and--” the woman froze, open mouthed as she looked at the three teens scramble to cover themselves. Millicent was topless, but not otherwise disheveled. Draco and the face down sleeping Pansy were naked from the waist down. By the look of Pansy there was a lot of anal sex in the recent past.

“Damn.”

Everyone in the room turned to look at Harry staring at the upturned naked bum. “When did Pansy get THAT?”
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