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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Greetings, Rita. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Rita Skeeter, for her part, looked like I was 6 Voldemort in a trenchcoat. About three steps into the room she actually tried to stop and go back, running into Hermione and Daphne who looked like they wanted to do the exact same fucking thing.

I’d taken the extra chairs out from the top center box, replacing all but one of the chairs with the body of a lounging dragon. Curled around me Celdobraxis was doing her best impression of an evil genius’ pet cat, complete with preening into my fingers as I stroked her eyebrow.

“Hello, Um…” Rita was going to shit herself by the end of the interview, I was convinced, “Yes you must be Jamie. Harry said you agreed to be interviewed. Is that alright?”

Polite Rita? I could get used to this.

“Oh,” I cooed, leaning forward, “It was my idea! I love your articles, they’re so funny!” I stood, and holding out my hand as I stepped down onto the stairs. The bright flash of light was way more than I was used to, but Debra’s debut went off to the jaw drop of three witches in the audience as we descended the stairs and stood before the three. Debbie being buck ass naked was the least shocking thing by the look on their faces.

“J-Jamie…”

I could tell Hermione had a list of questions all her own, but I winked at her and she just closed her mouth and nodded a little.

“So.” I took Rita’s hand in mind, rubbing it comfortingly trying to get the woman’s damned heart started again. “Let’s start at the beginning?”

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“And what were the odd’s that they would get along so well?!” I giggled at my own story as Rita continued to scribble down her notes on a parchment with a manual quill.

I’d established my identity, my ‘brothers’ story and our canon. Then I’d relayed the past years events. Hermione seemed rather intrigued by my take on things, and Daphne seemed appalled by the revelations. We were finally caught up to this year and the event we’d just finished yesterday. Harry falling for the beauty of the dragon as he tried to nurse it back to health had been the linchpin that sealed Rita’s stories fate. The compassionate warrior finding love with a magical creature? That was going to woo and enrage and entire nation, half and half. Let the racist bigots wrath come, I was ready for a fucking war with anyone at this point.

“That is quite the story,” Rita tapped the last period in her notes, and I could see Daphne and Hermione both skimming her writing over her shoulders as she looked back up. “So let’s talk more about you.”

“What would you like to know?”

“Where did you get your wand?” Rita looked at me curious. And that was when I knew I had, yet again, not thought it all through.

“Oh. Um. I don’t have one.” I thought of the first honest thing I could think of, watching both of my girls blink in surprise at the comment. “I just borrow Harry’s. The ministry tracks wands and spells. Actually I’m not too bad at wandl–”

“You can do wandless magic?” Rita beamed, “at your age?! That is impressive. Especially since you’ve been locked away in that enchanted.”

“Well I mean…” I rubbed my head, “It’s….all the people in my family are gifted.” I was reaching, trying to backpedal, “I really should, but its not safe for me out there.”

“You mean,” Rita looked stern, “with the followers of the D–”

“Oh for fuck sake.” I sighed, earning a shocked squeak from Rita and an admonishment from my best friend. “Okay, can I tell you something without you publishing it? Once Harry has killed him for the last time you can publish the shit out of this.” I leaned on my hip, bracing up.

We’d been standing for most of the time, until Debra decided she was getting cold standing there nude so changed back, and we collectively used Celdobraxis as a circular bench from the tail down to huddle up as she curled around us.

“I think so.” Rita pretended she was nervous but I could see she was getting ravenous as she turned to a new sheaf of paper.

“It’s about Voldemort,” I took a deep breath, “or more importantly, Tom Marvolo Riddle.” I ignored her flinching in the first part. “This guy was born a half-blood to a muggle aristocrat and an all but completely inbred off-shoot of a dark Pureblood house.” I watched Rita’s eyes slowly getting bigger as I kept going. “The dude made up the Lord part because his dad would have been a lord…if he’d let him live. His mum was the witch, love potioned him up and when it wore off his as was put in an orphanage before he was out of diapers. The bloke hates everyone, plays everyone. He’s a showman and a charlatan first, a gifted spellcaster second. He’s honestly no more powerful than I am, he’s just tricky as hell. Harry is about….I’d say one and a half times bigger when you’re talking about magical cores. Hell Harry is about ten percent bigger than Dumbledore if we’re being honest. Love the guy but he’s getting old.”

There was a silence in the room that I cannot really describe.

“Who is this man?”

Debra broke the silence, and Rita nearly jumped up as she remembered what she was sitting on.

“The one who killed my parents.”

“Oh. ….can I eat him?”

The response made me laugh…ONLY me.

“I think I’d like that, but I’d much rather wring the life from him with my bare hands if you don’t mind.”

“Alright then, but if I do it by accident?”

“Accidentally eating people? Honestly?” Hermione huffed and we all actually did have a laugh after a second to process.

“I think we’ll end the interview here Rita,” I grinned, “You have a lot already, and Harry has said that he plans on going a lot deeper when he gives you an interview later.” The two of us locked eyes and I let the corners of my mouth curl up as I could practically see the panic in her mind. “Hermione? Daphne? Why don’t you take Miss Skeeter to the gates of Hogwarts and let her out there. Rita, it's been a pleasure, my wolves will see you out.”

“You’ve called them that a few times now.” Rita paused, “What are they to you?”

I looked back and forth between Hermione and Daphne, both of whom were regarding me like they were secretly wanting the answer themselves.

“Trusted friends? Lovers?” that got a raised set of eyebrows from the older woman, “Advisors? The term we use in this family is Wolves….I have many wolves, as does Harry.” that got a bigger reaction, “but I have to say that these two have been reliable, and with me the longest, since my arrival…and I’d be nothing like what I am now without them.”

“I-I see.” Rita looked from me to the both of them, seeing their blush, “well, good night.”

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“So….”

I turned as we walked through the bathroom on the way to my bedroom and saw the re-nuded Debra smiling at me.
“Yes?” I grinned, actually stopping and turning to face the woman that….at that moment i realized; fucking TOWERED over me. I was literally able to impale my eyeball on that nipple if she got too close.

“You called those two lovers.” Debra crossed her arms, “I assume you mean as your other form? Or do you bed females in that shape as well.” The way she said it made my stomach do funny things. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like the answer was very important at the time.

“I am me. Yes my name and my….likes, can change. But I am who I am.” I shrugged.

“We call that Egg sisters.” Debra smiled at me, “though it is not usually by choice. A strong male can often pin more than one female at a time. It’s terrifying….” she took a step toward me, “the feeling, that claw on the back of your neck, listening to her….waiting for your turn.”

“Well.” I coughed, “I can assure you that you won’t have to worry about me just taking what I want.” I actually blushed as I saw…disappointment in her eyes. “That’s not to say that the men around here are gentle by any means. Fluer and I both think Ron is a bit of a beast. Any man who can get a Veela to–”

“Veela?” I stopped when she perked up like a dog hearing the words ‘car ride’.

“Yes, I was actually going to invite her to…spend the night with us sometime soon if you want?”

“Veela are delicious.” I actually felt my mouth fall open as I watched her lick her licks like we were talking about steak. “Their taste is–”

“You are not eating my girlfriend!” I laughed.

“...there is more than one way to taste a female.”

The sentence made me…itchy, and despite myself I blushed as she looked me up and down. How the fuck was she going to make me bashful when she’s the one buck ass naked? We walked in, and I stopped when Pansy looked up from her book on the bed and goggled.

“O-oh…hello…” she looked back and forth between us, nervously setting her book on the nightstand. “I’ll just–”

“You’re staying.” I could feel my insides growing warm as I watched her stand up, still in her uniform. “Unless you’re uncomfortable with the idea of having actual sex tonight.”

The look on her face was like christmas morning.

“My kind of sex is going to require more than three holes, no matter how pretty.”

I rolled my eyes at the formly scaled neanderthal and took a knee.

“Dobby? Ah there you are.” I gave him a hug as the dragon-woman behind me made a sniffing noise. “Could you please tell Colin something for me?” I let go of the hug. “Tell him that Jamie is in bed waiting for him, and she brought friends.”

The look on the little man’s face was…..dad-like in it’s disappointment. Not for the first time I wondered if he regretted this way of life, but he at least didn’t roll his eyes at me as he poofed away.

“I’d give it about 5 minutes before he comes ripping in here. Let’s make sure he has something to see.” I grinned as I grabbed Pansy’s tie with both hands and crammed my tongue in her mouth. I didn’t let up, knocking her over and dragging her up the bed by her tie as I clamored over her.

“Don’t forget me.”

I heard the sentence before I felt the weight crush us both into the mattress. Debra is heavy, and unlike some women take great pride and arousal in that statement. Apparently telling a dragon they’re too heavy is like telling a man his cock is just too fat. Hand’s went everywhere, and before I knew it my dress was over my head.

What happened next I really need you to understand so you can really get a feel for Debra. Because the bitch is my right hand muscle but scares me sometimes. There I am laying on my back, Pansy kissing on my neck while I try to tug down her panties with the arm wrapped around her when I look down at Debra kissing the inside of my thigh.

Time. I swear to you it slowed as the woman set her chin against my love button. Then she smiled at me….and licked my left nipple without moving. It was like a fucking snake in her mouth, and I felt a cold child as she traced a curvy line of spit down my body just as the door to my bedroom popped open.

“COLIN!” I panicked seeing him look at me….his wide eyes barely visible in the gap in Debra’s ass cheeks. “Get up here and fuck me!” I don’t know which of the four of us that statement surprised more but I actually chuckled as I watched the small framed little man grab his shirt and rip it open like a madman. His pants zipper followed and I got a little nervous as he cleared the bottom of the bed entirely with a bit of a pounce.

His lips hit mine and before I could say another word, he’d hilted me. In the time it took me to suck in a breath to make any noise he’d followed it up with another that put a curl in my back.

“Oh my.”

Debra’s words said it all in my ear as I made a fist of his hair and dug my nails in his ass cheek trying to calm him and doing a piss poor job of it. This wasn’t making love, this was fucking. Colin. Was. Fucking. ME.

I could barely breath to moan. He wasn’t big like the other boys, but that mean he had more room to work, and holy shit did he work me over. No one else had ever done the kind of damage he was inflicting on my pride. When I came the first time he bit me on the neck and went faster until my screams became panting again. I was fairly sure I was going to lose consciousness when I felt it. Him stop suddenly, tense and shake.

And then the burning heat began to rise inside me.

“C-colin….”

“I love you Jamie!”

Those words were so soft, but strong as he whispered them in my ear, and I watched my own toes curl sitting on his ass as the sensation of that load made my legs pull up. Five ropes, thick and long, I felt every one as we lay there panting. And then he started to move.

“Colin wai–”

“I did what you said.” He growled, and I goggled as I realized he was still ROCK hard. “It’s my turn.”

I felt the hands on my ass slide up my body, and I looked up into his eyes as he pinned my wrists next to my head. I forgot the other girls were there till he looked to his sides and smiled.

The last conscious thought I had that night was comparing the two different ways Pansy and Debra sucked on my nipples as Colin started slowly churning butter in my belly.
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