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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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Good old Infirmary.

Best Sleep Ever.

The Aurors and Order had arrived just in time as I put me and the big bad wizard in mutual time out.

However, this also meant that the last Horcrux was now gone. Laying there realizing I was in the end game portion of this first half of my plot, I felt the weight on my chest shift.

Hermione.

Of course.

Any…Ginny…? …and Pansy…and…

I looked down and then around in astonishment. The people must be taking shifts on who got to sleep on my chest, how the hell long was I out? Last time It had only been a few minutes. Madam Pomfrey must have given me something to help me sleep or something, because it was almost noon by the look of the window.

“So, I take it we won?”

The stutter of awakening gave way to complete and utter chaos. Crying, hugging, kissing, screaming at me, laughing at me, more hugging; painfully tight hugging.

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Hermione, how many bloody dark lords do we have?”

That got a few laughs, and I let her cry in the nape of my neck for a minute. Pansy Joined her, and I didn’t fight when Ginny Just laid in the middle and kissed me. The girl still held one hell of a flame it seemed.

Everyone else was gathered around the bed in chairs and made makeshift beds out of blankets on the floor. I could see my Aunt and Uncle, the good ones, sleeping on each other in the back just starting to rouse. Even Hagrid and… holy shit they got Debra to wear clothes…. That must have been some amazing sex. Considering the way they looked; Debra was…content, meanwhile Hagrid looked like he’d gone balls deep on a dementor. My original plan was to set him up with Bellatrix once I had her in thrall, but well…. Dragon pussy, that just felt right for poor old Rubeus.

I let them sit me up, and I was regaled with the tails of what had happened after I took a dirt nap in a rental bed. Voldemort was now at Azkaban. Gagged, bound, and miserable but he was still alive.By the time he woke up he was wandless in ropes, in chains, in a box, and would probably be fed from a spoon held by someone else for the rest of his life if anyone else had something to say about it.

I found myself looking about the room, taking in the crowd.

Pansy and Colin were cuddling, that was adorable. So were Susan and Hannah, and the way Hannah was dreamily putting her head on the other girl’s shoulder… yeah, I had a new wolf no doubt. According to Hermione later, I found out bust and bulge were correlated….Hannah had earned her right to be the Mistress of house Bones. Yeowch.

Neville was sitting between Arthur and Molly, with both of them watching astonished as he talked and played with a very comfortable looking Ginny. Judging by the blush on Ginny’s face, he was being very direct and honest about the whole thing. I mean, he was the leader now.

Lucius and Narcissa had been given complete credit for being turncoats and warning the ministry of the impending coupe. The two were being paraded through the tabloids it seemed along with Severus as the ultimate Slytherin Ideal; a cunning wicked do-gooder.

It was at that point my brain clicked, and I realized that Narcissa was sitting next to Molly, and Lucius by Arthur. I’d have to research that one a bit.

However, when Madam Pomphrey and Dumbledore arrived everyone had to clear out.

So there I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my mentor of two lifetimes sitting across from me on another bed while the man I’d come to know as a genuine asshole sat next to him. I didn’t hate Snape, I just think two good deeds aren’t enough to make up for being a piece of shit to people your whole life.

“I think it’s time we discussed your sources of information, Harry.” Dumbledore was trying to put me at ease.

I hated that.

“No we won’t” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair and ignoring Snapes death glare. We’d just averted years and years of pain and suffering, and these two still wanted to play god. That was my bloody job.

“I’m afraid I must insist.” He was a bit firmer this time. Good, the kid gloves were coming off.

“Or what?” I sighed, still not opening my eyes. “This will be my last year at Hogwarts.” I heard the fabric rustle as they both stiffened. “I have my OWLs, you can’t snap my wand. I’m emancipated so you can’t send me back to the Dursleys. Voldemort is in Azkaban and he’s no longer immortal, you have no reason to control me…unless…”
I smiled without opening my eyes.

“And what will you do?”

“Leave the isles? Let this matter settle itself out? You seem rather eager to manage things still.”

“There are many people who will want to see you after you’ve accomplished so much.”

“Oh I’ll be around, but I have two pregnant women I need to take care of, and all my friends are here so I’ll visit.”

I finally opened my eyes, looking around and immediately averted my gaze.

“Harry is something–”

“You do know that people can feel you using legimency, right?”

You could have heard a pin drop.

“That isn’t possible.” Snape chose that moment to speak up, his snarl in full swing.

“You’ve done it to me since the first potions class.” I spit back, rather put out on his temperament; yet again no surprise. “Though to be fair, between the repeated violation and having Voldemort in the back of my mind like a raw open wound… I doubt my legimency shields will ever be up to standards.”

The two of them looked at each other, seemingly rather concerned that their charade after all these years for stealing information from noble families was found out. Standing up, the old man sprung out of his seat to meet me.

“Harry, I’m afraid–”

“That our time here is over headmaster.” I smiled at him, actually bothering to look him in the eye. I rather enjoyed the shocked flinch, but the intrigue that follow made me shake my head and leave real quick.

Next time I’d chose some image other than a first person view of what it was like to look up at Lavender with a pussy in your mouth. In my arrogance I’d forgotten the part about him being gay was a lie, and now I’d…. fuck….fuckity fuck….

I stormed off till I got far enough away to have Dobby pick me up.

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I finally had to really take stock of my situation, and that was when the consequences of my actions really hit me.

Hermione was really starting to show, actually a few of the girls were. Since the queen of gossip in Gryffindor was sleeping in my bed and the Queen of Slytherin worked for me, most of the rumor mills were relegated to dust.

However a few people still stared and glared and it was beginning to make people uncomfortable, so I decided I’d need to do something about that. In hindsight it just pissed her off, but I think the three of us reached at least a two out of three agreement.

Hermione made it to breakfast the next morning; my family crest on her right breast opposite hogwarts…. And a new ring on her finger curtesy of Draco.

Walking over and Snogging her brains out had been a stroke of genius too. The look on McGonnagal’s face when she tried to give him a detention and he just said “No.” was priceless. There was nothing in Hogwarts rules against public displays of affection between a fiance and their partner. Considering who he was marrying, he pretty much read hogwarts a history cover to cover.

That got an entire great hall to start laughing and his bride to be tucking her face in his chest with a blush. Not to be outdone, Neville and I followed suit. Ginny was a shocked blubbering mess the rest of the meal hanging off Nev’s neck, but Lavender took it with so much grace I was worried she even cared. I found out later she’d been practicing with Daphne the very same freaking scenario as a contingency. At least all our Crazy’s matched.

Speaking of the blonde Ice Queen; Ron did something similar, but I saw Daphne’s original irritation that he hadn’t. He chose to wait until nightfall, under the stars of the top of the Astronomy tower.

The two got six detentions, regardless of fiance status, due to how excited they got. The queen had her king, ironically enough.

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Giving the Weasley’s and the Malfoy’s a tour of my place felt good. Having everyone around just felt right now. Like one big family. Sure the Malfoy’s were a little butthurt still (a phrase I quickly learned not to use lest Lucius nearly faint and Arthur fall over laughing) but Draco was becoming more of the man he needed to be, and standing up to his father and the old ideals was something better done sooner rather than later. When Narcissa found out his fiance was having a child out of wedlock that wasn’t even his she nearly went through the roof.

It was in my own living room I finally was introduced to Fluer’s mom. Apoline was nice, polite, gorgeous, and didn’t speak a bloody word of english. This made the conversation exceedingly slow, but at least it was doable with one or the other daughter’s help.

The look on Fluer’s face when I showed her mom the portfolio…. Yeah I should have asked. I was admittedly probably thinking with the wrong head on that one, but we learned that I could just order her to ‘speak english’ after that.

I nearly shit my pants laughing when I saw Apolline leading Narcissa and Molly, and arm around each waist, off to discuss ‘girl talk’ about their daughters and what all of this business was going to mean moving forward.

Over the years, I’ve heard Molly Weasley scream…. Alot. But that day I heard something new for sure. Fluer got her dominantly randy side from her mother it seemed.

It was at that point that Arthur cornered me to ask me about the ‘muggle inspired’ door ways. Probably trying to distract himself from the distant sound of his wife ‘butt-chugging’ a half gallon of Veela, as the muggles say.

Walking up to one of the rooms, I pulled the door open, revealing the second one after a short wave and letting him look around.

“So you step into this tiny hallway.” I beckoned him in, and it was almost like a phone booth as I closed the door behind me. “And the next doorway won’t open even magically until this one is closed and sealed.” I tapped it with my wand and the lights lit up as the second door powered down. “This hallways is basically a portkey without the puking or falling down.”

“That is truly fascinating!” He smiled wide, looking back and forth before pushing the far door open and looking at the new room. “You’ve done quite an amazing thing here Harry, it’s a shame no one will ever–”

I turned and went to blush before my mouth fell open and my brain shut down in shock.

There I was.

On the bed on my tits and knees, a fist full of blanket in each hand and a good bite full for extra effort. Red splotchy handprints on my ass, mascara running down my face and my eyes rolled up in my head.

The man kneeling behind me had a good firm grip to make sure I wasn’t going anway; but he’d stopped thrusting a long time ago. Balls deep and spent, he just let my body quiver and hunch incoherently.

The girl kneeling next to him on the bed was the first to notice us, and I watched her panic and tap him on the shoulder before whispering quickly in his ear.

Eyes flew open. Lips went tight and expression pained in a panic as well locked eyes. I could tell he was holding his breath, until with a shudder he let it out and I watched the blush form on his face as with one last panicked gasp he started to cum.

“No-no-no wait, you said you’d pull--” The me on the bed looked up, and I watched her eyelashes flutter as the grown man behind her groaned in dripping satisfaction.

That wasn’t my voice though….thank merlin. The girl looked up at me, and if his face didn’t tell me he was balls deep and knotted like a feral beast…her’s sure did.

“....wotcher’ Harry. G-glad to see you’re out of the infirmary?”
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