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Lifeline

Andromeda Tonks nee Black was an outstanding healer, a researcher of how magic worked on living bodies and the closest thing the magical word had of a scientist. And yet, the medwitch was completely lost, she had no idea what to do.

When she arrived, summoned in a hurry by her sister Bellatrix, Andromeda's heart was racing, fearing that something had gone wrong with one of her beloved teens during the ritual, as they were trying something that was not done in at least two hundred years, but was at same time surprised and relieved to find Iris Ofidious, the current minister of magic, laid in a bed, very pale and in pain.

Andromeda quickly moved into work, running diagnosis spells as quickly as possible to find out everything wrong with the woman I. Front of her. Iris had lost a lot of blood due to the gush in her torso, done by a very powerful cutting curse, she had a concussion and her leg was badly broken. The glamour hiding her belly was also gone and Andromeda could recognize the small grown on the witch's low ventry area. 

Most of it was easy to treat, Andromeda sighted in relief, blood replenishing potions, some skeligrow, and some quick infusions to alleviate the pressure from the concussion. Very quickly,  after the concussion was treated, Iris entered a calm induced sleep, so the other procedures could work, and Andromeda could more calmly assert everything that had happened to her. And that was when she saw it.

The healer then looked around, to all the worried faces around her, specially Harry and Fleur, and with a commanding voice, made everyone leave the room.  Andromeda wanted to be alone with Iris when the witch finally woke up.

After one hour, the colors had finally returned to the red haired witch's body, and Andromeda saw the woman moving her head. With a soft grunt, Iris opened her eyes and looked around, confused, until she saw the healer beside her, and tried to get up, only to have her body pressed back down gently, but firmly by Andromeda's hand.

"Easy Iris. Your leg is still in pretty bad shape, and you are not strong enough."

Iris got her head back on the soft pillows, and clenched her teeth.

"Iris…" Andromeda started talking, her voice betraying all the worry she was feeling. "Your core, I never saw anything…"

Iris gripped the healer's hand, with incredible force and looked right into her eyes.

"It doesn't matter! How is she?" The woman pleaded, placing a hand on her belly, looking extremely scared. Andromeda placed her hand over hers.

"The baby is fine. The forming core is already so strong, Iris." Andromeda said, and saw the sight of relief on the other woman's pale face. "The baby is ok…" The healer repeated, letting Iris absorb her words and calm herself.

They stayed in silence for a couple minutes, Iris had her hand over her belly and watery eyes. 

"Iris…" Andromeda finally spoke. "I am so sorry… I don't know if there is anything I can do about your own…"

"Please Andromeda… I, as long as she is ok…"

"Have you told Harry?"

Iris looked at her with wide eyes. Andromeda smiled.

"I have seen Potter's magical cores so many times that I can recognize them from afar, even the still being formed ones."

Iris smiled, of course she did.

"No, not yet. Please, don't tell him, let me be the one to do it."

Andromeda placed one of her own hands of the one Iris had on her own belly.

"Of course Iris."

.OvO.

A couple hours later, Iris watched and Andromeda got out of the room, just to return, bringing Rose, Fleur, Bellatrix and Harry. Iris covered her small pronounced belly and held her breath as they entered the room, with worried looks on their faces. 

Both Rose and Fleur strode quickly to Iris side, but the the older red haired woman couldn't help letting a tear roll out of her eyes when Harry stopped dead on his tracks, his eyes widening with a mixture of pain and anger as his magic flared, claiming for hers, but got no response.

"Iris…" the young man murmured, and Rose could only look worried at him, and at the woman laid in bed. Andromeda held Bellatrix's hand with teary eyes.

"I'm so sorry Harry…" Iris said, the tears now flowing freely. "I am so sorry I can't help you anymore my love…" Iris took Rose's hand into her's. "I'm so sorry Rose.

"What, what happened?" The raven haired girl asked, while Fleur looked at them, the same rage that was building in Harry's eyes started building into her.

And then, Iris hated herself again. Even now, seeing how much they cared for her, she couldn't tell them the truth. 

"She took my magic Rose." Iris said. "She destroyed my core…" Oh, how she hated herself, why couldn't she tell them who she really was, that she may never have had a magical core from the start, that all her magic came from the monster that lived inside her. Iris continued crying, watching Fleur clenched her hands, and Bellatrix's astonished look. Rose looked at her with a mixture of potty and disbelief.

But Harry was the worst. He looked wounded, trembling with fear and rage. Rage against the dark lady, and rage against herself.

"Aunt Andy?" Rose asked with a pleading voice.

"It is true Rose…"Andromeda said with a sad voice. "Whatever the dark lady have done, I've never seen something like…"

"But…" Rose said. "Harry is a channeler, hencan give your magic back, he can…"

"I don't think so Rose…" Andromeda continued. "It was like that monster had burnt it …"

Fleur was trembling. 

Suddenly, the temperature in the room got up, really fast 

"It is my fault…" Harry all but whispered. "I was so worried about Tom that I was not there to protect you…" Magic flared off him, and both Fleur and Iris recognized it, just like the day on Godric's hollow. His art and appeared in his hand, and he was ready to go out and hunt the dark lady himself, to die and carry her with him.

"Harry no!" Iris's voice was firm, commanding even, and brought him back. "Look at me! LOOK AT ME!" Harry looked, and both Rose and Fleur could see the red shadow in his eyes. "Harry, come here, come closer to me…" Iris pleaded. Harry hesitated at first, but approached her, his magic calming down with each step.

Iris took his hands when he finally got beside the bed.

"It is not your fault. It is not any of your fault." The woman said, looking at Fleur as well. "That monster was bound to come after me, and I had accepted that a long time ago. Harry, Rose, I was supposed to be dead! No one could survive what that… creature did to me. And you know what saved me? You two, and you Fleur, and all of you! The power of your love was running through me, and it was only because of that that I survived. Harry, we hurt her, we hurt her badly, and she only tried to erase me because she is afraid!" And Iris knew that to be true.

"But, your magic…" Fleur started.

"Fleur, my dear… you, more than anyone, should know. I am so much more than magic. And Harry. I would not change what happened for anything. We did it. We hurt her, you two hurt her. You can win and she knows that!"

The people in the room could feel Harry's magic resending, and the shadows over his eyes gone. 

"You need to promise me to continue. Find someone to take my place, and more important, keep living, keep having fun, learning, training, and keep loving each other. If you stop doing this, she will won. That's what she wants, for us to stop living and being happy, and loving, cause if we do that, and give up to fear and rage, we will have nothing to fight for. Harry, Rose, Fleur… you need to prove her wrong!" Iris finished, and pulled both Potters into a warm embrace.

It was all she could do now. 

.OvO.

Ginny had so many plans for the next days, she would try to get closer to the other girls, to talk and know the more distant ones like Padma, Tracey and Daphne better, she would help with anything they needed, she would be good. The young witch wanted to show Rose and especially Harry that she could be good, useful, one of them, even if on her own terms. And of course, Ginny wanted to spend time with Harry. A lot of quality time. 

But, nothing was going as planned, and she had to accept it. 

First off, the girl had overslept, a lot. Ginny had underestimated the mental toll the ritual had on her. Ginny needed a long time to recover, way more than any other of the participants, but the simple memory of the powerful magical surge over body, and the closeness she felt with Harry and Rose made it worth the tiredness. And, it seems Tom thought that as well. The witch could sense him, a calm shadow over her mind, helping her to focus, and think clearly.

Then, when the teen finally woke up, it was to find the coven's members worried about something, especially Harry and Fleur. After Andromeda Tonks came to fetch them, Ginny learned about the attack on Iris, and was terrified. Suddenly, the weight of what she was getting downed on her. Rose's words echoing in her mind: "It will get worse, before it gets better…"

Ginny sat in the cozy and warm living room, with a hot chocolate in her hands (Susan was really good at those!) next to the fireplace, and waited for Harry and Rose to come back looking around at the other women, especially the Hermione doppelganger, that looked way more sympathetic than the one she knew from the school. It took a while.

When they came back, Ginny could see the seriousness on their faces, and gulped. She was worried for them, and for herself. 

"Is Iris ok?" Padma finally asked.

Harry and Rose looked at each other, and Ginny noticed that it was almost like they could communicate without talking.

"She is alive…" Rose finally said. "And that is more than we could hope for." Ginny saw Rose taking Harry's hand, and could not notice how close they looked. "For what it is worth, it is a reminder of how important what we are doing here is special. The coven magic saved her. It protected Iris so she could come back to us. But she paid the price, and we should honor that. Andy is taking care of her now, but she will join us later for lunch."

Bellatrix smiled. Ginny envied the way the older woman looked at her step daughter and almost son, so prideful. The red haired spitfire wanted her own mother to look at her like that one day.

"Well." Bellatrix said with a happier tone. "I know many things happened, but let's not forget, it is the holls! Who wants presents!"

Ginny giggled as Tracey and Gabrielle jumped like kids. The young witch watched as big and small packages traded hands, with lots of hugs and smiles. For a second, Ginny even missed her family, especially her brothers (almost all of them, she would make sure Percy would regret what happened when she returned.) Ginny was also somewhat stunned by the fact that every time Harry gave a gift he would apologize for not having money, and every single time he got a gift, he would also receive a sering kiss from the woman presenting him. Gabrielle even gave Ginny a mischievous grin before capturing the boy's mouth in an incredibly sensual kiss. If Ginny still had any doubt about what was happening with the group, they made sure to throw it away. 

Her mouth was hanging open in astonishment when even Bellatrix and Apolline kissed Harry, and they were not shastize kisses. Ginny loved it. She wanted this! 

For a while, she was happy just to watch the group in front of her being happy, until Harry and Rose approached her.

"Hey Ginny." Rose said. The red haired girl was starting to understand the dynamic between the two Potters. Rose was the social forward one, talking and smiling, while she got strength and courage from Harry, it was somewhat cute. "We had a lot of plans for today, to talk to you and all, but, as you may have noticed, very few things ever go as planned with us." Rose smiled.

"Never a dull time right!" Ginny answered. "I like that!"

Harry rolled his eyes at her, but had that roguish grin that Ginny was learning to really like. 

"Anyway…" Rose continued. "We know what you did for us required a lot of courage, and we really appreciate this, and we wanted to say thanks…"

Ginny looked confused.

"What my dear Potter girl is trying to say…" Harry said, producing his wand and flicking it. "Merry Christmas Ginny!"

He summoned a package onto Ginny's lap, the surge of magic from such a simple act was so nice that it made the red haired girl jump in her place. 

Ginny looked in disbelief, they got her a gift, and by the looks of the package, she knew what it was. Trembling with excitement, the girl worked the colorful wrapping paper, and let out a small scream when she held the firebolt in her hands. She was speechless.

"I want to play quidditch…" Rose said.

"And you will be amazing at it!" Harry finished.

Trembling with happiness, Ginny jumped into Rose, giving her a tight hug, before jumping into Harry's arm. "Fuck it!" She thought, before capturing his lips on a deep, toe curving kiss.

.OvO.

Iris had joined them for lunch with a smile, the best one she could muster. Her leg still hurt as hell, and Harry helped her walk. Iris decided to savor the day, before she could do what she had to do. The woman talked, laught, and even sang. It was almost unbelievable she had been hurt the previous day. She sat close to Harry, and relinquished his presence. Even without being able to feel his magic, she loved the proximity, the warmth of his body, the reassurance in his voice. Iris wondered if even with only just a couple months, the girl in her belly could already react to his magic. Probably not, she thought, it was probably nothing more than wishful thinking from her part.

But Iris loved interacting with them, until the time came for the teens to come back to the castle, and for Bellatrix to take Ginny home and face Molly's rage.

Iris loved how Harry and Rose showered her with attention, promising they would never leave her side. The way Harry talked to Hermione, with so much love and adoration, also cemented the decision on Iris's own mind.

The woman also tried to reassure Fleur one more time, before the veela accompanied the teens to the school. It was not her fault. It was anyone's fault but her own, Iris thought.

Then, there was just Iris, Apolline and Hermione in the house. The younger woman got up and said. 

"Well, I will be going as well. Need to go back to the store."

"Wait just a little more Hermione." Is asked. "Just until Bella arrives please? I want to talk to you."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, curious, and decided to stay a little longer.

It didn't take long for the fireplace to turn into a green hue, and for Bellatrix to walk out of it with an exasperated expression.

"Morgana's tits, that woman!" Bellatrix said with an exasperated voice. "I need some alcohol…" the witch started putting some of the eggnog into a cup, before dosing it with some firewisk. "Nice to see you still here Hermione." The woman finished with a sincere smile.

"I asked her to stay." Iris said, asking Bellatrix to sit next to her. "I really wanted to talk to you all. Is a shame Narcisa is not here."

"Well, I guess that's on me." Hermione said with a shrug.

"Nah." Bellatrix waved. "That's on her and Monica. They need to accept that you are here to stay. They are making progress tho! To them!" Bellatrix finished, raising her glass, the others doing the same. "But, how are you feeling Iris?"

"Like shit… but thankful at the same time. I really meant what I said to Harry and Rose, I should've been dead. The coven saved me! And that's why I want to do my part for what is best for them."

"What do you mean?" Apoline asked. The veela had an idea of where the other woman was going, but wanted to be sure.

"I mean that I am a liability now." She raised her hand when the others were about to start protesting. "You all know it's true. But we need to see it as an opportunity to move things forward."

The other women looked at her with interest.

"We all know I interjected myself into your family looking to gain something. And I did. At first I sook something political, thinking only about myself. And I know you Bella and you Apolline as well as narcisa knew that."

"Yes, we had something to gain as well, none of us were naive about the other."

"And neither was Harry…" Hermione said. "He knew what you were doing from the start Iris, he had been through this political game enough in our own world to know. And I am pretty sure Daphne and Fleur knew as well."

"Yes, they are too smart for that." Iris laughed. "We all tried to play each other, and we all played in the end. Now, why didn't Harry said anything?"

"Because he was thinking of what was best for Rose." Hermione stated, as if it was the simplest truth out there. Iris just nodded, with a smile. 

"I can sincerely say that I got what I was looking for, and so much more! In the end, I didn't even care about being a minister or having all the power I was seeking. Harry, Rose and all of you showed me something else, something way more important than all of that. Something that will change the world! And that's something that you have to continue moving forward."

The other woman looked at each other, then back at Iris.

"That's why I say I'm a liability now." Iris reached for Hermione's hand. "Harry chose me because of Rose, but now he needs to choose for himself. To be selfish is the only way he can find real balance. I know, that's what saved me. He needs you Hermione. I took the place that was rightfully yours, and now you need to take it back!"

Hermione was taken aback by the other woman's words. 

"He can't always give into others' wishes. He needs to get what he wants! And he always wanted you, Hermione, his rock, the person who better knows him, even better than Rose. What I want to ask you, to all of you, whon I know really love him." Iris said, gesturing at Bellatrix and Apolline. "Is to remind him of that! That he can ask, that he can want, and that he can have what he wants as well. Both him and Rose deserve it!" The beautiful woman had tears in her eyes. It had to be done.

.OvO.

Mérope Gaunt, the dark lady, felt excited like she hadn't in many years. Delphi's body and magic was so much more powerful than the red haired bitch. It exudes power, and the way her magic potentialized Delphi's own powers was intoxicating. 

The Potter's magic was something like the dark lady had never felt before. It burned with passion, it was expansive and seemed to only grow. 

It was almost overwhelming.

And it also helped the dark lady to think clearly about her future. At the beginning, she was almost sure Delphi's body would be her body for a long time, but, after thinking, she reached an even more intaincing conclusion. If Delphi's magical core was so powerful and delicious, Mérope could only imagine how the complete thing would be. 

The dark lady made a decision, she would not kill the young Potter girl and take the missing soul of her own soul back in order to completely dominate Delphi, no, she would do even better. The dark lady would instead join her missing part and take control of Rose Potter's body and magic, becoming the most powerful witch that ever lived, and, together with the deliciously powerful young man from the veil, they would rule, not only Britain, but the entire magical world. People would submit to them, by love, or by fear, and their rule would last for generations. She may even not destroy Delphi in the process, it would be interesting to have a daughter, at least until her and the powerful man from beyond the world would produce their own.

Oh, the future looked bright for her, and dark for her enemies.

The dark lady heard a knock on the door. With a flick of her wand, the door opened.

Aleppo, Fenrir, McNair and the new recruit entered the room and kneel before her.

"You called for us, milady?" Fenrir said in his very polite voice. 

"Yes, my dear wolf. What news do you bring from the packs from Europe?" The dark lady asked, to the werewolf's surprise, he could hear something in her voice. Happiness? 

"Oh my lady, I am afraid I may not bring you good news. You see, traitor, Remus Lupin, also tried to gather the forces from the wolves to fight alongside him. They are divided, some decided to fight for the Blacks, and some with us. But, most of them are still refusing to ally themselves to any side."

"Their time will come, Greyback, and, the ones that do not submit to you as their leader, will be wiped just like all the other traitors." The dark lady smiled, revealing yellow fang like teeth. "It came to my knowledge that the DMLE is recruiting. Even with the men we already have inside, I would like you, McNair, to select some loyal fighters from our ranks to join the auror forces. It will be delightful to see Amelia Bones being destroyed from the inside."

"As you wish my lady." The giant of a man answered with his deep voice.

"Aleppo, you are going into a new mission for me. I want you to go to the Zabini matron, and deliver her a message. Tell her, I am ready to talk. Now go on you three, I have something to discuss with the new recruit."

With a loud pop, the death eaters disappeared into a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Now… about our plans for the school…" the dark lady hissed.

"Is everything going according to plan, milady…" the man said with a bow. 

.OvO.

The group of powerful young people Tracey liked to call the Potter coven walked quickly from the gates into inside the imposing castle, trying to escape the snow and shilling winter winds. They were not the only ones, as flocks of students that had left for the holidays were coming back from their home. 

Fleur said her goodbyes as soon as they entered the castle and walked towards her room. Harry looked at Rose, who bit her lip and nodded. Harry accompanied Daphne and Tracey to the dungeons, while Rose walked with Padma to the Ravenclaw tower. The message they wanted to send was clear. Neither of them was alone, and any thing done to any of them, would be answered by all. 

Fleur was not one to drink, but today, she felt like it. With a sigh, the beautiful veela poured a dose of wine into her glass, fighting not to cry. Then, someone knocked on her door.

With an angry sigh, the witch crossed her room and opened the round wooden door, ready to send whoever it was outside to the nine hells, only to be confronted with a pair of deep, glowing emerald eyes. Fleur could not protest when Harry and Rose entered her office. The only thing she could do was to turn her back, trying to hide her tears.

"Fleur…" Harry said, placing his hands on the veela's shoulders, Fleur could feel the warmth from his touch, and his power running through her like electricity. "Don't hide from me." He gently, but firmly made the woman turn around and look at him. The tears were rolling down her face now, and she could see the years with her own emerald eyes. "Please, don't hide yourself. Never."

Fleur felt Rose's arms embracing her from behind, and the girl resting her head on the veela's back. 

"We are together Fleur…" Rose said.

"But Iris needed me…" Fleur sobed. 

"I know how you feel." Harry said. "I feel the same way, and so does Rose. It is not your fault Fleur. It is not our fault." Harry embraced the veela. 

Fleur felt so welcomed, so protected, so loved, that all she could do was finally let go, and cry. Neither Harry or Rose tried to pretend and be strong, and they cried together. Letting all their rage, and fear go, anchoring one another with love.

That night, Harry conjured a big bed, and the three of them cried and laughed themselves to sleep. together.

AN: Don’t worry, smut and fluff are coming back soon, but I just needed to wrap somethings up!

Thanks for reading, and enjoy the image!

Harry and Fleur

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Selfish Man

AN: English is not perfect, but I keep trying to improve. 

Also, in case it is not clear, yes, the Dark Lady is able to change her appearance. 

Also, let me know if you can see the illustartion for ths one.

Thanks for reading!

After a while in Fleur's bed, Harry shook Rose from her slumber. The girl nodded, and very softly, doing her best no to wake up the veela beside her, raised from the bed. If Rose would be honest, she would much rather stay there with Harry and Fleur, but the three of them knew this was not a good idea. In just a couple hours, the castle would be teeming with life, as the students woke for their last day before the classes return. They didn't need more rumors about the representative of the ministry. At least, not more than they already have.

The castle was quiet, and was really cold, even with the warming charms Rose was sure were placed on the hallways. The young witch had her invisibility cloak, but Harry insisted on walking her to the tower, and Rose was not one to refuse any more time close to him.

Both teens walked hand to hand Ina comfortable silence, there was no need for words as they relinquished into each other's presence, Harry's magic feeling warmer than any charm could ever be. Rose wished this could be their normal, now and forever. 

Harry y walked with her up to the tower's door, and gave her a deep, loving kiss before leaving.

"Don't worry, I believe the castle doesn't want me to get caught." The wizard said with a smirk before waving her goodbye.

Rose tiptoed into her bed, and quickly fell into a sleep full of dreams about masked men, and a terrible plan where she was just a shadow.

Rose woke, or rather, got woken by soft hands shaking her. The witch opened her eyes only to find a very worried looking Gabrielle gazing at her.

"Gabby?"

"Ro?" The young veela looked worried. "Are you ok? You were talking, and trembling, and you were all sweaty…"

Rose got up holding her head where her scar was. She was wet and she shivered. 

"Is ok Gabby…" Rose said with a soft smile. just a bad dream…" 

"Ro, I know you, and I know that thing in your head… I can call for Harry and Daphne if you want." The veela seemed really worried, biting her lips and frowning in her forehead.

"No Gabby is ok, really, we can talk to everyone later…"

Gabrielle nodded, but Rose could still see the worry in her friend's gaze. At that moment, the bathroom's door opened, and a very wet Parvati came into the room and looked at them.

"Hum… are you ok Rose?" The Indian girl asked, and Rose was surprised about what seemed like real worry in her voice.

"I'm ok, just a bad dream."

Parvati looked at her for a moment before shrugging. 

"Well, it seems you got a late yule gif." The witch finally said, pointing at the feet of Rose's bed. The raven haired girl and the veela looked to find a square box, wrapped in a very colorful paper, full of little owls and stars, with a red ribbon going around it, and a card.

Rose looked at Gabrielle, who raised her hands in confusion. 

"I have no idea…" the silver haired girl said.

"Well, let's look at this card and find out." Rose said, grabbing the small envelope and opening it. The piece of parchment inside was neatly folded and had a citric scent, somewhat familiar to Rose, and it was written in a very well made, but antiquated style.

" Dear Rose,

I have found this exquisite piece on one of my explorations into the wilderness of the castle's lost and found room. It reminded me of you and something else that runs something like that.

Even with a turbulent mind, Full of terrors , remember that pencives are…

Hum, what a shame, I seem to have forgotten the remaining words. Well I am sure it wasn't important. 

Anyways, I hope you and your family have an amazing yule.

Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts.

"That 's weird…" Rose said, picking the box, that it was way heavier than she expected. "The headmaster never gave a gift…"

"I was of the impression he didn't even know what day is it." Gabrielle mocked. 

"C'mon Gabby, his mind may wander nowadays, but he's still a great man." Rose stated.

"If you say so, ma' Cher." Gabrielle shrugged. "Open that box, I'm curious!"

Rose giggled at the super sexy model like girl acting like a kid. Rose unmade the knot and removed the ribbon, before removing the paper and opening the weird box.

Rose looked inside, and there was a piece of cloth wrapping something, something heavy, the witch noticed as she pushed it from the box. Careful, she unwrapped the piece of fabric to reveal a metallic piece of garment. She held it up for Gabrielle to see, it was something like a tiara, made of what looked like silver, but full of stones and intricate markings around its entire contour. The center of the piece , the part that would go on top of the forehead, finished with a leaf-like shape, with a heavy red stone that almost seemed like it had its own light, surrounded by runes.

"Wow…" Rose said. "What that fuck?" 

"Very polite Rose." Gabrielle giggled. "Just because it is a piece that had gone out of fashion a million years ago. At least it made the headmaster think of you."

"It's so heavy, how could anyone use that?"

"Well, being a girl was never easy, it seems."

.OvO.

The discovery made by Padma and Hermione about the coven symbols on their beds and other places they commonly used was showing itself to be really practical. Harry could see the "protective" effect of it, as any members of the group could easily escape any kind of persecution and be embraced by the tower's walls. It was really a great inside from Helga Hufflepuff in order to keep the students safe, and the castle peaceful. The young wizard was thinking about the ramifications of that, like if this habilit to get transport to the safe place would extend to members outside the inner circle, like the matrons or any other members. Would their coven even have an outside circle? Those were the allies, free to come and go, and if Harry had understood Apolline correctly, even other men could be members of that. Harry felt a little like a hypocrite as a wave of jealousy ran through him as he thought about the possibility. 

But that was the future, he had more urgent matters to treat with his girls.

His girls… the same feeling of shame, mixed with jealousy and now, just a hint ("ok maybe more than a hint, he thought") of possessiveness flashes through his magic. Harry tried to be noble for a second, but it didn't take long before he admitted defeat. They were his girls, as much as he was their man. Harry was not sure if it was Rose's influence on his magic, or his own musing, but he felt surprised by how good and how prideful he felt about it. 

Yes, they are all his girls. And, as much as it hurt him, Iris was never one of his girls. She may have become one, with time, and he truly liked her, she was cunning, brave, and fierce. And she was beautiful, in a weird familiar way. Not that he wouldn't have done anything for her, and he was very aware of the rage that took him when he saw her laid on the bed. But, it was not the same.

Was he a bad person for thinking like that? Harry was not sure. 

Harry watched as the women arrived, one by one, his magic welcoming them, something that would happen if he didn't want to. But he did want to.

Padma was the first one to arrive, and the girl took the opportunity to sit next to Harry on the soft cushions on the ground, capturing the wizard's lips on hers. Harry loved the sensation of her full lips on his, and the dextrous dance their thongs did. When he looked back, both Rose and Gabrielle had arrived, and we're looking at them with bright smiles. Fleur was next, followed by Daphne and Tracey, and Susan was the last one to appear. They all Sit around on the various furniture, forming a close circle. Harry felt incredibly good with them all there, his magic floating and running around, and he imagined if the girls felt the same.

"Sooo…" Tracey asked once Susan arrived. "Why does our beloved warthingy summoned his entire harem today?" She laughed, and most of the girls giggled or laughed with her.

"Hum… not sure how to feel about that…" Harry said, and to his and Rose's surprise, he did not blush.

Harry took a deep breath, and looked at each of the women's eyes.

"You all know, some more than others," He looked at Fleur, Padma and Daphne. "That I come from a really dark place." He could hear a collective deep breath, he had never openly brought this subject before. "Yes, we defeated my version of the dark lord in the end… and I was incredibly relieved when I learned that the people I cared about there could find happiness after." Harry smiled at Tracey and Gabrielle. "But I had paid the price. Physically, mentally and emotionally."

"Harry…"Susan whispered. "You don't have to…" The young woman stopped when Harry raised a hand.

"Most of you don't know…I delivered myself to the slaughter in my world, so I could end my dark lord. You all know, the prophecy and all that shit. And I did it because I… wanted."

Gabrielle covered her mouth with her hands.

"Not everyone here is a warrior, and I don't want you all to become one, so, I will not go into detail." Harry looked at Daphne and Fleur, who had loving expressions on their faces. "But, I did things, and I saw things being done that I thought had killed my own soul." Harry felt the women's magic surrounding him, and this time, they took his place. Their magic felt warm, loving and protective. "But, I woke up here, and little by little, I am learning how to rebuild myself." Harry looked at Rose, and Gave her the most sincere and thankful smile he could.

"Now." Harry continued. "I am not saying this to be a downer, or for you to have pity, no. I am telling this so you can understand my perspective on what I will say next. I know what happened to Iris was hard, I know some of us are angry, some of us are scared, and you have all the right to be. But I need you all to understand, what we did, what we are doing, is nothing short of amazing!"

The girls looked at him confused.

"Think about it! Together our magic is way more strong than any of us alone." He said looking at Fleur. "Our coven is not even out in the public…" the wizard looked at Daphne, Tracey, Gabrielle and Susan. "And we are already causing riffles through the wizarding world. Imagine when we come out! We can be the catalyst of real change!" Harry was sounding more excited. He looked at Padma. "We are doing magic that has not been done in hundreds of years, strong magic, and we are scratching the surface. We talked to a Horcrux so deep inside Ginny's mind that they are one!" He finished looking at Rose.

"We are amazing indeed!" The raven haired girl laughed. 

"We are doing so much that our magic saved Iris. We made the dark lady scared! We know her name! I had almost none of that in my world, and fuck, we are just starting!" The wizard had that roguish grin the women around him loved so much. Rose understood what Harry was doing. This was for them, this was for him. And it was working.

"Even the old Hogwarts changed for us." Rose said.

"Yes, and I think we should take it, and make this." Harry gestured to the tower around them. "Our home away from home. I mean, it is nice and all right now, but there is just so much the castle can do. We can make this tower really ours! Our things, our passion!"

"I like that." Padma wondered, looking around.

"But, there is something else." Harry continued in a more sober voice. "I know it is hard, and believe me, it is hard for me as well, but Iris can't do it anymore, not like she was doing. We chose her for Rose, for the things she could do, and I still believe she will." The women nodded in accordance, even Fleur. "We did what we thought was right, and I still vow for it. But we need to move forward. I… have thought a lot about this, even before we had set on Iris. Of course, I can't do anything if you don't agree… but… I want Hermione, my Hermione, in."

The other girls looked at each other, and then at Rose, who was looking deeply inside Harry's eyes. 

"Yes Harry." Rose finally said. "This is your coven as well, and we all know how much you love her. So yes." The girl finished with a smile.

.OvO.

The night lights flickered inside the bookstore as Hermione organized the books on their proper shelfs, returning the ones that the clients had displaced and replacing the ones that had been bought, reliquenshing at the smells of paper, cloth and leather around her. It was one of her favorite parts of her job, finding out what books people liked, what they are proud of displaying, and which ones were guilty pleasures. But, even while her brilliant mind wandered between romances and tomes about arithmancy, the years of training and fighting kept her alert to her surroundings. Hermione knew she was not alone in the store anymore.

"No matter the world, or timeline, that castle can't hold you inside." Hermione said with a smile, as Harry's hands embraced her around her waist from behind, the wizard taking a deep breath on her voluminous wave dark brown hair, taking in her scent, bringing great pleasure to both of them, in a very intimate way.

"Nothing can stop me from coming back to you…" Harry said with a mix of bravado and honestly, mumbling on her pierced ear lobes.

Hermione leaned her head back on his shoulders with a soft smile.

"You say that to all…" The young woman joked.

"And it is still true…" Harry captured her lips with a loving kiss. Once more, Hermione felt a mix of regret she had never told how she felt before, and relief by finally saying, and being so fully accepted by her best friend. 

But that was another time, another life. All that mattered now was Harry's embrace, their closeness, the way their bodies moved with the same rhythm, even if there was no music playing other than the one of their magic entermining, mixing and becoming one. Deep down her analytical mind, the witch knew it was not that simple, there was still a war to be fought and a monster out there to be destroyed, but tight there, right now, both wanted nothing more than to stay close to one another.

Hermione produced her wand, and with a silent flick, the doors from the shop got locked, and the curtains down. She could feel her magic coming back, getting stronger every time she was close to Harry.  

The young woman turned her body around, and placing both hands on Harry's cheeks, she gave him a deep, sensual kiss, savoring the taste of his lips, and the way their tongues moved together. The witch realized she would never get tired of this, especially after denying herself for seven long years.

They started moving upstairs, into her personal quarters, never stopping kissing and caressing each other. Hermione had to move some books out of the way when they finally reached her bed, and the look of familiarity and adoration on Harry's face almost made her melt right there. He really loved her for who she was. As he did with all the other women in his life right now. And yet, she was surprised when he sat beside her.

"Before we get into even more pleasurable deeds." Harry said, placing his hand over hers. "And rest assured, we will." He gave her that damn roguish smile, full of promises. "I need to talk to you first."

"Sure Harry. You know you can talk to me about anything." 

"I had a conversation with the others today. What happened to Iris was terrifying, and I realized they needed some reassuring. You and I have been there." His voice was a little sad, and Hermione just nodded. "We saw, and did, things worse than that. And, I'm not sure I can prevent Rose from going through some of that."

"But you will try." Hermione placed a hand on his messy hair, the way she knew he liked doing when he was nervous. "And I will be there with you."

"You know what I'm about to ask you." It was not a question. Hermione nodded. "Mione, I will understand if you say no, if you don't want to. Is not your fight, and I will say, you have every right to just go on, and live your second chance."

"Harry, I knew you would tell me exactly that. And I thought a lot about my answer. Do you really think I would be able to go, and live knowing I left you again? Yes, I may not know Rose, and the version of the girls here well enough, yet, but I know you, and I would do anything for you. The fact that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for Rose, and all of us to have a life, again, just makes me even more certain. You are my second chance, Harry Potter, and I will not let go again. If they are willing to accept me, I am all yours Harry…" Hermione closed the two inches separating their mouths into a sering kiss,while she gently pushed Harry into the bed, until he was laid on his back. 

Hermione moved to straddle him, and leaned down, slowly and methodically kissing his jawline, and moving down his neck.

"Ever since I learned you were here…" Harry continued as the young woman started undoing the buttons of his shirt. "I wanted you! I tried to do what was best for Rose, but in my heart I wanted you by my side." He continued as Hermione opened his shirt. 

The bushy haired brunette took him in with her eyes. She knew Harry so well, every inch of his body, and every scar on his torso, she even knew he would still grow two more inches over the next two years, and every word he said was like life was being poured into her.

"But, I realized something." he continued, placing his hand on her hips, looking at her eyes. "I know it may be wrong, but Rose gave me hope… hope to have a future… and I can't imagine a life without you by my side…" Hermione moaned, there was so much love in those eyes. Her mind was rushing, thinking about a life with her best friend, the man who had crossed time and death and found her, the man who was surrounded by the most beautiful women she had ever seen and still came for her, his know it all bookworm. Hermione opened her mouth, she tried to say something, but nothing she thought was enough. But she didn't need to. Harry raised his torso and  locked his lips with hers. The wizard grabbed the sides of her own shirt, and pulled up her head, before undoing the clasp of her bra with a snap of his fingers, sending a jolt of magic through the woman's body. He laid back again, his eyes glued to the two amazing orbs in front of him, and Hermione loved the look of sincere lust on his gaze. She bent down again, and Harry captured one of her dark brown nipples with his mouth, while his hand grabbed the other. Hermione moaned at his ministrations, and lifted her hips just enough so her own hands could find the button and fly on his jeans, and open it with hurry. Hermione never found her breasts to be the most sensitive part of her own body, even in her other relationships or when she was alone, she much rather be penetrated, but the feeling of Harry's tongue around her nipples and the soft bites he gave her were so good that she couldn't help but moan. But she wanted more. Hermione wanted to show how much she loved and needed him. 

The witch got up, and Harry released her nipples with a soft wet sound, before Hermione started removing his jeans and his boxers, releasing his arching member. Hermione bit her lip at the sight of his hard cock trembling, burning with magic, and held it up with one of her hands. She looked Harry deep inside his emerald eyes, and engulfed the bulbous head of his dick with her mouth. Hermione was not very experienced with blowjobs, she had done it very few times, but she wanted to show this particular man how much she loved him. And the witch was an avid learner. She paid attention to Harry's moans, to the way his body reacted to each thing she made, and adapted. She knew him so well, and giving him pleasure, learning about what made him click was like returning to a favorite book and discovering she liked it even more.  The young woman moved her head up and down, making a soft sucking movement every time she got up, until the crown of his dick was out of her lips, before going back down again, letting the head of his cock run against the insides of her cheeks. She took notes of how much she loved his male scent, and the power she had over his pleasure at that moment, and felt very tempted to suck him into completion, and swallow his cum, but there would be other opportunities for that.

Tonight, she knew, both Harry and her wanted to make love.

Hermione let his member go, and was surprised she was the one who moaned at it, and not Harry, who was looking at her with awe in his eyes, as she got up and opened her own trousers. Harry finished removing his own shirt, and laid in bed, transfixed by the beautiful woman in front of him. Hermione felt beautiful and desired as she threw his leg over him, straddling Harry again, but this time she held his hard cock up, and placed the tip of his member against her very wet entrance.

"I… love you… Harry…" the witch said, while she lowered herself, letting this hard, burning with magic piece of her lover complete her. "Aaaaaaah!" She let out before collapsing over him with his dick buried deep inside her. No one ever came closer to feel so good, and Hermione knew no one would ever come. 

Harry kissed her again, placing one hand on the back of her neck, and another on her round ass cheek, and started moving. They were so close that he had to move slowly, but everytime his dick moved out and in again on her pussy, Hermione felt the friction of his pelvis against her clit, and it was incredible. He moved in and out, increasing the speed ever so slightly with every thrust, while Hermione clawed his chest. Her magic became one with his, and her mind was going blank, the brilliant witch only capable to focus on the ways Harry's tongue caressed the inside of her mouth, and the almost unbearable pleasure coming from her pussy. She felt like becoming one with Harry, she wanted him inside her, pumping his delicious cock on her forever. Hermione wanted him to come inside her, to make her come, and to watch him break the other girls, like she knew he did. Harry moaned in her mouth, and Hermione added her own twitch to their movements, pressing her needy clitoris even more against his hips, reducing the witch into a mess of pleasure and love. 

"HAAARRY…" Hermione screamed. "I love you, I love you, I love yoooooooaaaa…" Hermione came hard, trembling over him, her pussy walls closing and grappling his dick, wanted to keep him inside forever. 

When she finally came back from the magical and physical high, she was drowning on Harry's chest, and she could feel his member still hard inside of her. Hermione turned her head, only to find Harry looking deep inside her eyes. With strong hands, he moved them around, so he was over her now.

"I love you too." Harry said softly, and Hermione realized he was done yet.

.OvO.

The new term had started, and brought with it, the start of professor Flitwick's dueling club. Daphne had convinced Harry it was a good idea for him to accept the small professor's offer and be monitor, or at least a guest. He needed to start polishing his own fame, as a member of the Potters, and more than just Rose's cousin if they wanted some more leverage on the political field in the future. It was also a good idea for some of the members of the coven to participate, not only to show their building skills to the school (and consequently the parents) but also to keep Digorry and the death eater's spawn in check.

In the end, Harry, Tracey and Gabrielle would be the ones participating, Rose didn't need more attention on her at the moment and Susan would be too busy with the mot appointments as she moved to make Narcisa her speaker. 

Despite what happened to Iris a couple weeks ago, Harry was in a somewhat good mood. Andromeda had them news that the woman was almost fully recovered, other than her magical core, and he felt like weight was removed from his shoulder when he finally told he wanted Hermione to be with them. The young wizard was surprised by the number of people interested in the extracurricular activity, even some first and second year students had come to watch, even not being able to participate in the club itself. As Daphne predicted, many of the death eater Jr were there, lead by Blaise it seemed, maybe in an intimidating tatic, but Cedric, Cho and their pureblood Ravenclaw followers were there in spades as well. Harry was surprised by Ginny, Parvati and Lavender joining in. The red haired girl and the Indian witch seemed really interested, but Lavender seemed to be there just to flirt and gossip. Neville and Hannah had joined as well, and to his surprise, both Luna and Su Li.

Professor Flitwick, who Harry knew could be small in stature, but very large in magical powers due to his goblin blood, welcomed all the participants and observers and gave a brief explanation of the history of duels, in a very similar way he ministred his own classes. Ginny had glued herself to Harry as the professor talked, and the raven haired wizard gave her a reassuring look, which she returned with a bright smile that Harry realized he found very cute. Harry was starting to suspect that Rose's fetiche of watching him ravish other girls was getting into him, as he was feeling more and more open to do just that.

"That 's why…" The diminutive professor continued. "Even though Hogwarts has one of the most outstanding curriculums on what concerns Defense, and we had an incredible hall of professors teaching the subject…" Harry had to control himself not to laugh, and he noticed some people tried to do the same, while others, like Tracey, just couldn't resist. But it seemed Flitwick chose to ignore that. "The art of dueling concerns another kind of dispute, as we know, the darkest of all magic creatures are men themselves." Harry nodded, but could see the disapproval  on some of the other listeners' faces, like Cedric and Cho.

Harry sighed, at first, he was really happy about Cedric being alive, and the fact that him and Cho seemed a very happy couple, but he didn't know how much the pureblood agenda had infiltrated the Claws in this world, and it seemed that Cho had completely bought into it. The green eyed wizard made a mental note to try and watch one of Cedric's flying classes, just to see how much he himself was infused with that. He knew how popular the young professor was, even after coming second in the tournament.

Flitwick proceeded to talk about Cedric's feats, how well he had performed at the tournament, and his quick career both as a professional duelist and Quidditch player. Harry was confused.

"Did his career not take off?" Harry asked Tracey in a low voice.

"It actually did, especially quidditch." The witch answered. "He was even being ogled for some of the biggest teams in Europe. But, to everyone's surprise, he said he wanted to give back at Hogwarts and dropped out of the field, applying to be a professor." The girl shrugged and Harry frowned. He looked back at Cedric who had a charismatic smile on his face, while Cho stood a couple steps back, looking at him with adoration.

"Do you want to say a couple words for our little group, Professor Diggory?" Flitwick asked.

"I doubt anything I can say will be better than brilliant exposition, master Flitwick." The young man said, and Harry could see many trademarks of a politician on his stance, much like Narcisa, Daphne or better yet, the Lucius Malfoy he knew from his older world. "But, if you insist." Cedric shrugged in a very deliberate way, before turning to the students. "No matter what kind of duel you are in, be it a friendly demonstration, a fierce competition, or a fight against a real enemy, you must remember, don't hesitate. Much like flying in a quidditch field, hesitation can be disastrous, so, when you are fighting, give your all and give it fast." He finished with a smile, and Harry could see many adoration looks towards the young professor.

"Hum…" Gabrielle said with a low voice when Flitwick started talking again. "That's not exactly what you taught us, Harry." She finished, looking with suspicion towards Cedric.

Harry smiled at her.

"What he said can be good in duels, even if I don't agree. But Bella and myself were not teaching you to duel Gabby, we were teaching to fight…" He stopped when he heard Flitwick saying his name. Harry turned around to see all the eyes on him, Tracey, Gabby and Ginny. 

"Some words for our students, mister Potter, you seem to come from a very different school of dueling than what we do here in Britain."

Harry was not sure what the small professor had said about him, but now, all the eyes were glued on the young wizard, including Cedric's, who had an infuriating smile. Remembering Daphne's words, both the girl he loved once and the girl he loved now, Harry smiled. 

.OvO.

Ginny had been curiously listening to Harry's dialogue with both Tracey and Gabrielle, not really paying any attention to professor Flitwick. Not even Cedric, for whom she had a crush on her younger years, could catch her attention anymore. Harry was way more vibrant and interesting, especially knowing what she knew. 

Different from Cedric, Harry turned to the younger members of the gathering, and the ones he could see had very little or no experience, and gave a smile. 

That smile that Ginny knew could break the world. A smile that at the same time said you can trust me and I am adventure. The girl noticed Tracey and Gabrielle looking at her with knowing eyes.

With a soft movement, Harry's wand appeared on his hand. He was holding it like someone ready to cast a spell, he was showing it to the students.

"This…" To Ginny, his voice had a tone of leadership that reminded her of Rose on her better days. Now she was the one noticing that both Tracey and Gabrielle were transficiated by him. "This piece of wood and magical fibers are the wizards and witches greatest weakness." Some people gasped, some whole their heads,. others listened attentively. A wand was something almost sacred to the wizards, and here he was, spitting on tradition yet again. Ginny loved the effect he had. "Wizards and witches are so dependent on magic that some of us are unable to do anything without it. And their magic is so dependent on the wand, that this thing that should help us focus, can become a real weakness in a real fight." Ginny loved how he purposely emphasized the word real with a very quick and subtle glance at Cedric.   "Take a wizard's wand, or his habilit to use one , and you can win a fight before needing to hurt or to get hurt." He finished and Ginny heard Gabrielle saying with a hungry, low voice.

"And if they insist on hurting you, you can take care of them." The veela finished, looking from Harry, to Ginny.

For some reason, Ginny felt Tom pushing something to her memory, the way her mother and father talked about the brutality of the ministry attack during the summer, and how some death eaters would survive, but would never be able to raise a wand again .

Ginny understood and shivered. Damn, both her and Tom really liked this guy.

.OvO.

The dark lady lazily took a drink from her wine; she had to admit that, with time, the powerful monster had become somewhat addicted to some of the flesh's pleasures. A good liquor, delicious food, and, more than everything, sex. She had yet to test this new body with the real thing, the part of her mind that still was Delphi had an obsession with Crouch, much like Iris and Mérope herself had with the Potter boy, but the explorations the dark lady did on her own demonstrated how sensitive and pleasurable this young body was. 

But it was not the time for that. Now, it was time for another kind of pleasure, one Mérope could exercise on her own. Power.

The knock on the big double doors was soft, and with a flicker of her wand, the dark lady opened the big wooden passageway whiteout making a sound. The powerful woman grinned at the strange little entourage that entered the spacious living room at the old Malfoy manor, their new headquarters since Iris had escaped.

The first to enter was Aleppo, dressed with a dark but feminine witch's robe, with her dirty blond wave hair showering over her shoulders, the shining on her silvery hand showing every time she moved her arms. There were also two tall, broad shoulder black men, one was young, perhaps the same age as Delphi, with a piercing on his brough nose, the other seemed older, with the first signs of white appearing on his black hair, a square chin and glasses. In between the two men, there was a woman that, even though curved by old age, towered above Aleppo. Her skin was very dark, both from her heritage and by the years under the Italian sun, her hair was a mixture of black and white strains that gave it an almost silver hue, done carefully on a high hair bun. Her gray eyes, the same colors as the other two men, exuded wisdom and cunning. Mérope knew the color of their eyes were a mix of their genes and the potions they took from infancy, to become resistant to poison. The dark lady also knew the woman should be just as old as herself, and rejoiced on the fact that she had a young, stronger and beautiful body, while the matron was certainly being bent by her age. But Mérope was smart enough not to underestimate neither the woman, or her clan, especially if she wanted to win this "war".

"Welcome, Lady Zabinnis." The dark lady said with an amused tone, waving at one of the comfortable couches in the living room, and with another movement of her wand, the wine poured itself in front of the old visitor.

"Please milady." The older Zabinni woman said. "We already know each other for so long, call me Francesca." The woman took a place on the couch, with very elegant movements, and specially for someone at her age. "My I say, you are still as beautiful as the day we first met."

"How long was that…" the dark lady thought. "More than fifth years ago? She must be at least one hundred now."

"You look very sharp as well, Francesca, perhaps even more than the first time."

Francesca raised her glass and took a sip from it. 

"So, why do I own this invite?" The woman asked blatantly. 

"The time is coming Francesca, the time to pick a side is upon us."

"Milady, you know my family don't take sides. Our blades can't be committed to just one person, what happens if we choose to become your allies, and you decide to fight against someone that had already paid us."

"I see, but, what about your desire to have influence on the British power game, as you have in Italy. As I remember, it was something you really wanted."

"Well, we already have plans about that."

"Oh yes, I know." The dark lady grinned. "I am well aware of the relationship of your great great son with lady Malfoy. She is one of mine after all."

Francesca just nodded her head with a smile.

"I can make it even better Francesca. I can guarantee a seat on the mot for the Zabinnis after I take control."

"Of course milady. If you win."

Mérope raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, the news came quickly to me as well, milady. About the Potters, and how they are capable of gathering a lot of strength behind them. I know how even the old battle axe lowered her head to Lady Black, how strong the young girl is becoming." She took another sip. " I even know about the young Potter man, how he changed the balance of things. How many soldiers did you lose to him?"

"So, are you afraid to face them?" Mérope decided that two could play that game, and it was clear that she knew way more about the Potter young man than the old Zabinni. 

"Afraid? No. My family doesn't fear no one. We have made, and unmade, more kings than you can imagine. But, if the stories that come to me are true, things are changing."

"On that you are right, Francesca, they truly are." Mérope raised her glass, thinking. "What if I have a job for you?"

"That will depend on the payment, milady." Francesca had a predatory smile on her face. "Are you aware of our prices?"

"Oh dear Francesca, I have something way better than money, or kids for you to adopt." The dark lady grinned, and Francesca looked at her confused. "I can give you your revenge…" the old Zabinni was taken aback. "I can give you the opportunity of finishing your blood contract." Looking at the astonished expression on the older woman's face, Mérope knew she had her. How she loved the power game.

.OvO.

Ginny was really liking the dueling club activities. As she was one year behind Rose and her group, sometimes it was hard for her to get with them, especially the ones in other Houses, so, the club was the perfect excuse to hang out not only with Harry, but with Tracey and Gabrielle. The red haired girl was really liking the other two, they were sharp, loud and somewhat chaotic. The marauders part two, it was how they called themselves. Of course Ginny knew who the original marauders were, the twins made sure of that, and it was really fun to see the girls carrying out the tradition. And there was Harry. Damn, he was a good teacher. With his help, Ginny's spell slinging had improved more in a week than in five years of defense. 

Also, the way Tracey and Gabrielle kept provoking him was hilarious. 

"So." Harry asked her one day, when they were walking out from the club at the end of the day.  "Have you tried your new broom?"

"Not yet." Ginny sighed. "The training for the team is not back yet I have been busy with school work. Also, I'm pretty sure mom asked Ron to keep a look at me."

"Good thing he is more worried with fucking Lavender then." Gabrielle said in a matter of factly way that Ginny loved. 

"He is?" Tracey asked.

"Oui, their auras are always combined when they come to the common room. And Ronald always has that silly smile."

"Yey, go Ronald!" Tracey chanted and Harry rolled his eyes.

"So, what do you say we go for a fly?" Harry asked Ginny, who stopped on her tracks.

"Really?" The red haired witch asked, very aware of the knowing looks Tracey and Gabrielle were giving her. 

"I can help you with the firebolt, I have… some experience with it." The wizard smiled. "Unless you don't want to.

"No! I mean, yes! I want to!"

"Ok, it's a date!" Ginny was not sure he had used that word propously, but something in his smile showed he knew what he was doing . "I will just change clothes and meet you at the field." He finished, turning into the direction of the Hufflepuff dorms.

"Hum, it seems Ronald is not the only Weasley getting lucky…" Gabrielle said, licking her lips.

Ginny was sure they were all crazy, and she loved it.

Less than forty minutes later, Ginny was waiting for Harry besides the quidditch field. It was still very cold, but she had put on a skirt, (Tom had insisted on it) with long socks up to her tights, the quidditch team jacket and a Gryphindor scarf around her neck for the wind. The girl grabbed her new broom and waited. The girl was so anxious that she didn't even notice Katie entering the changing room.

A couple minutes later, Harry appeared behind her, to her surprise, he did not have a broom.  

"Hi there." The wizard waved. 

"Hi Harry." Ginny waved back. "No broom?"

" I'm here to help you, remember." He pointed at her. "Now, I remember when we flew together… and one thing you must know is that the acceleration of the bolt is almost the same as the ones we used. The thing is the top speed…" Ginny was mesmerized as he spoke, how good he was at teaching. "At top speeds, let me tell you, this beast is hard to control. Especially for people like us."

"What do you mean like us?"

"Neither of us are big. So our gravity center and our counter weight are a little harder to work with, but it gives us great maneuverability when we fly." Ginny nodded. "Hop on, let me see."

Ginny hopped into the broom, much like she always did with the old school's brooms, just to almost fall to the wobbling tool.

"Wow!" The witch exclaimed.

"Told you. This is a speedster broom. Here let me help you." 

Harry approached her, and Ginny felt the jolt of warm electricity running through her when  one of his hands touched her own hands and his other hand touched her lower back. It was delicious. Again, the  broom swung a little when Ginny stiffed her body.

"Relax." Harry said, so close to her ear that she could feel the warmth of his breath. "Now, try putting your hands here…" The wizard pushed her hands forward, while slightly pressing her lower back, making her assume a more bent position. Ginny felt the hard wood pressed against her panty clad pussy, that was already wet from the simple contact with his hands. The stabilization was almost immediate. But Ginny also knew that in this position her bum was almost completely shown to him. 

"C'mon, you are a great flier, I think that's all you need, and some practice, take a round around the field to feel it." 

Ginny did just that, and , with just a couple seconds she had it under control l. Ginny knew she was great on a broom, and it was just a matter of understanding the details of the new one, the powerful tool she was so incredibly happy to have. She could see Harry smiling at her on the other side of the field, and Ginny was sure he knew she got it. Then, she felt the all so common tug on her mind, that the witch knew Tom was giving her an idea. The witch flew faster and stopped beside Harry with a smile. 

"Amazing broom, right?" He asked.

"Fucking yeah!" Few things made Ginny happier than flying. "Hum Harry, remember that dive you made at Rose's party? Can you show me how you do?"

"Sure, let me just catch a…"

"I think it would be better if you showed me on this one." Ginny interrupted. " With me, I think I would learn better." 

Harry gave her a grin. Ginny was not sure if that was what he waited for, but he seemed to understand very well what she wanted.

With a precise move, Harry got up on the broom, just behind Ginny, his chest touching her back. Ginny shivered, feeling his warmth against her, and his magic flowing between them. Just like in the ritual, the young witch felt ready to be overwhelmed by him. Ginny decided to move forward.

"Can you show me again where to put my hands." The girl asked, even knowing the answer very well. 

"Sure…"Harry answered very close to her ear. The wizard took each of her hands on his own, and, torturously slow, pulled her hands through the broom, bending her body under his. Ginny was well aware of her situation when his hips finally touched his, and he kept going, ever so slowly, her round and well defined bum being pressed against his groin. Ginny could feel Harry getting harder at the contact, and it was like fire, any cold sensation she might have had was gone, as he pressed his ever hardening member against her. "Here…" Harry finished, and the young witch decided she loved to be under him like that. 

Ginny looked at him over her shoulder, and with a soft thug, the broom started moving, which made her ass press even more against Harry. Ginny mentally cursed his pants, as they made circles around the field. Harry was holding her hands, and guiding the flying broom with her as they started gaining some height and speed, and Ginny lifted her hips just a little, so she could sit on his legs, and press her wanting pussy against his groin. 

It was so good. She was flying, the sound of the speeding wind around them, her wet center pressed against the hardness of the man she was crushing on, everything seemed so right. Harry was so warm, and so certain of what he was doing that the young witch could not help but to rock her hips ever so slightly, but deliberately against him, to make sure he knew.

Unknown to her, an astonished Katie watches from the ground as the couple fell from the sky in an incredibly fast dive.

.OvO.

"She did it!" Katie thought to herself with a smile. "The little minx actually did it! There is a way in!"

Katie was feeling a mixture of happiness and jealousy as she walked the hallways. There were very few boys in magical Britain, some even said it was a curse done by the dark lady that did it. It also didn't help that half of those were blood purists that Katie wouldn't touch with a ten feet pole, some simply didn't like women, and others were Weasleys. Harry was the first one to really catch her attention that summer at the pool party. He was fit, incredibly powerful, sweet with his girl friends, and a total badass when needed. And the fact that he was Rose's cousin was just a plus. Katie always loved the girl, almost like the younger sister she never had. Rose had many friends, it was true, but at first she was alone in the lion's den. 

Katie tried to approach Harry many times after they played Quidditch at the party. Then, she was kinda shocked at the scene on the express, and reality downed on her. Harry already had many eyes on him. 

After that, he was always surrounded by some of his girls. It didn't take too much time for the entire school to realize they were his girls, even if he was not romantically associated with them.

Of course it was not unheard of for some men to have multiple girlfriends and wife's, especially lately, Parvati was very open about her family, and many families would make arrangements to ensure the bloodline continuation.

But, the circle of girls seemed impenetrable. How could anyone compete with a veela that looked like a supermodel, the Slytherin ice queen, and the girl who lived! 

But Ginny had done it. And Katie knew the girls were the key. 

The young woman entered the great hall, and found who she was looking for in one of the corners of the Gryphindor's table. Katie could see Rose chatting with the Delacour girl and Parvati's sister. 

Katie approached them and sat besides Padma, while the girls looked at her. Gabrielle had a grin, and Rose looked confused.

"Is everything ok Katie?" The green eyed girl asked. You seem a little flushed."

"I'm fine." Katie answered, looking at the three teens. "I want in."

"What?" Rose asked.

"Whatever you guys have going on, I want in."

Rose raised her eyebrows, and Gabrielle giggled. 

"Katie wants Harry, Ro…" the veela said.

"Really Katie?" 

Katie was not sure if Rose was being serious or not, damn marauders.

"There is a lot of competition for his time, you know?" Gabrielle said. "Although, I can assure you it is totally worth…" She finished with a dreamy voice. 

"I don't know Katie, are you sure about that?"

"Have you seen the guys around here, Rose?" Katie said. "Is really the worst lot ever! Is my last year, and I'm not saying we are going to be married or making babies…"

"Hum, so why are you asking us?" Rose asked.

"Because I know he will not be open if you are not ok… I mean, I know what I saw that day on the express. It was the hottest thing ever!"

.OvO.

Rose giggled. The raven haired witch was sure she had already died and was now in the voyeur's heaven.

Chapter Text

Shadow of Doubt

Bellatrix pinched the bridge of her nose while walking through the hallways of the ministry of magic. The mot reunion had been a disaster. Iris was not there, for the second time in a row, and no one seemed to know her whereabouts. No official notice, none of her assessors could find her. 

And of course, Amelia was fast in taking advantage of her absence. And, if that was not enough, Lestrange and the other so-called dark families were voting with her. Just this last meeting, the budget for recruitment had doubled, and the citizenship for any foreign who joined the DMLE was approved. By two votes. They really needed both the Peverel and Bones votes. 

Bellatrix reached the fireplace, and threw the green powder into it, calling "Hallows Villa", and entered the green flames, walking out at the warm and welcoming sight of her own living room at the villa, and yet, she missed the noise from the girls. The house was too silent now that they were back at school. Bellatrix missed Rose's guitar, and even Gabrielle's constantly talking. And now, she missed Harry, his warm presence and curious questions.

But Bellatrix was in for a surprise as soon as she entered the room. Laid in one of the comfortable couches covered in a fur blanket, Apolline was… sleeping. Her expression was a smile, like a satisfied goddess. Bellatrix raised an eyebrow and looked at the clock, confused. She was not late by any means, and Apolline seemed to… happy?

Bellatrix suspected they were not alone in the house, and just shook her head with a smile. Going up the stairs, closer to the master bedroom she was using as her own, the witch could feel the scent of aromatic candles coming from the bathroom.

The witch removed her jacket and opened the door to the adjunct bathroom. The lights were off, but the room was lit with a profusion of candles, the bathtub was full, steam rolling up from the bubbles on the water's surface, giving the entire place a dreamy atmosphere. And Harry was there. The wizard was standing beside the bathtub, dressed only in sweatpants, with that smile that made clear he was not a boy anymore. 

Bellatrix inhaled deeply, looking at his lean torso, with softly defined muscles and still growing hair, and was again hit by the mixture of guilt and lust that attacked her everytime she looked at the weird boy from another world. The witch felt like this cougar, ready to pounce, at her prey and devour it, and yet, he looked so young and… delicious that she had to suppress a moan. 

Like he could sense this, it was Harry that walked towards her, with no hesitation, and quickly came for the buttons on her formal witch robes, undoing one by one, looking deeper into her eyes.

"Hum… shouldn't you be at school… young boy?" Bellatrix asked while he worked the last button.

"I already did this year, remember?" Harry said, moving into her back, undoing the lasso on the back of her robes. "Don't you worry, you will be very proud of my grades… mom…" The wizard placed his hands on her shoulders, and Bellatrix moaned this time, she felt dirty, incestuous and incredibly horny. This boy was playing her like a master. Harry removes the robes from her shoulders, and let the heavy fabric fall to the ground. Bellatrix was now only on a white blouse and her already dumped black lace panties.

Still on her back, Harry had now started working the buttons on her white blouse, softly caressing the witch's breast as he did it.

"Did you have a hard day at work, mom…" Harry asked , taking a deep sniff on her luxurious wave hair. Bellatrix moaned again, she was almost cuming just from his words.

"Yes babe… really hard… mommy can really use some… relaxing…" By Merlin, she felt so dirty, but also so good. Harry was removing her blouse now, with great care. 

"Good thing I am here then…" Harry said, and Bellatrix could sense he was now kneeling behind her, his face aligned with her ass, and she had to restrain herself not to bend and bury his face between her ass cheeks. Bellatrix could feel his hot breathing on her skin, it was So good. The wizard grabbed the rem of her dumped panties, and slowly pulled them down her strong legs, then through her feet. The witch was completely naked, her arousal running down her legs. Harry came back In front of her, and took her hands, guiding her into the bathtub and helping her in. 

The water was nicely warm, and the witch could feel her tension starting to dissipate in it. Bellatrix closed her eyes, and left out a softh sight when Harry's hands started moving over her shoulders, spraying soap over them, and around her neck. The witch felt like she was in heaven.

"You did a number on the Veela down there…" Bellatrix said after a couple minutes. 

"Well, I wanted to give you my undivided attention, but she seemed a little too eager…" Harry answered, as if it was the most common thing in the world to satisfy a veela. The wizard was now caressing Bellatrix's hair, letting the water flow over it. The witch was surprised by how good it felt to be taken care of. And that was what the wizard did, actually bathing her for the next few minutes, helping her clean herself, almost in adoration. 

After she was clean, Harry helped her out of the tub, and actually dried her with a towel. Bellatrix maoned and giggled as he worked the soft fabric over her hair, and her body, Like he was working on the most precious thing in the world. 

"Are you feeling better Mom? Ready for the rest of your thread?" Harry asked, guiding her by her hand out of the bathroom. He took her to the big bed at the center of the room, and asked.

"Why don't you lay down on your belly, and let your boy help you?" Bellatrix felt her pussy getting wet again at his words, and thought of how much of a pervert she was while she did what he asked, laying in bed, her legs just slightly apart, and presenting her round bum at him. "You can close your eyes and just enjoy yourself mother…" Harry said in her ear, and Bellatrix once more moaned.

The witch felt a warm fluid being poured over her legs, and Harry started working her tired muscles with his dexterous hands. Bellatrix was surprised by how good he was at massaging her legs.

"Wow… aaaaaaah… where did you… learn that?" Bellatrix asked as his hands got up her knees.

"I have six girlfriends… and one of them is an incredibly beautiful indian girl…" Harry giggled.

"Hum… my boy is so… manly… ravishing so many girls… aaaaaaah…" Harry was so close to her pussy, massaging the inner side of her tights, that the witch started rocking her hips in anticipation, but, before he reached her wanting center, Harry moved into her other leg, starting for her feet. Bellatrix let out a deep breath. 

Her boy started moving his way up again, massaging her muscles, again, getting closer and closer, before moving his hands to her shoulders. 

Harry positioned himself in a way that his hips were just in front of Bellatrix's face, as he poured some of the oil over her back. The witch could see how hard he was under his pants, his member pulsating with desire and power, and yet, he was controlling himself, as he worked the muscles on her back. 

Bellatrix felt like melting into his hands, she was sure the boy was pushing just a little of magic into his fingertips, or maybe it was the oil he was using, but she hadn't felt that relaxed in a long time. Harry worked her shoulders, then moved slowly down into her lower back. The wizard stayed there for a while, sensing she needed a little more attention at that part.

Bellatrix didn't even notice she was moving her hips again, so entangled she was by his hands, and by the hard cock begging for attention in front of her, when Harry finally poured the oil all over her strong and round ass cheeks. 

Then, just as Bellatrix wanted, Harry started working her ass, moving his oiled hands over it, squeezing with just a little force. The witch moved her hips up, and parted her legs a little more, begging her boy. The wizard's hands were very slippery, and he finally moved his hands over her swollen mount, spreading the oils over her outer lips, moving up and spreading it over her pulsating anus, them back down into her pussy, parting it's lips, and running through her wet slip until her clit.

Bellatrix moaned when, with one slippery hand, Harry worked her slit, running from her clit to her entrance, and back again, and with his other hand, he started working her asshole, first caressing around the pulsating muscle, then pressing one of his fingers inside it. The witch moved her hips more forcefully, almost fucking herself with his fingers.

Bellatrix couldn't take it anymore, and reached for Harry's sweatpants.

"Aaah… c'mon babe … give it… to your mommy…" The witch moaned, freeing Harry's pulsing dick from his pants. With one hand, Bellatrix grabbed it by the base, before engulfing the purplish head with her hungry mouth. Harry moaned, as the witch used her movement to one side suck on Harry's dick, and on the movement back, impale herself with his fingers.

"Oh yes mommy…" Harry moaned. "You treat me so well…" Bellatrix couldn't believe how good she was feeling with that game, how much of a dirty of a shameless slut  she was, fucking her own "son". She was getting so close, but what she really wanted was to taste him.

"Give me your cum babe… you mom wants to taste it!" Bellatrix half asked, half moaned into his dick, and that was enough for Harry. With a grunt, the wizard shot the first rope of his thick cum on the back of Bellatrix's mouth, then another on her tongue. The witch was making her best to swallow it all, but I was too much, and the rack her own orgasm hit her made the woman gargle with his sperm, while she rocked her hips like a madwoman.Harry stood there, with his dick inside her mouth until the witch had calmed down, and then, remover his still hard member (thanks to the coven magic) from inside her, watching a trail of saliva and cum still connecting his dick and the beautiful woman lips.

"Mom… I'm not done yet…" Harry said, moving himself to the bed.

"Oh babe… don't worry, your mother is here for all your needs…" Bellatrix said, panting, and Harry got on top of her. The witch bit her lip in bliss, as she felt his hard, pulsating dick parting her outer lips, and entering her wanting pussy, so eager to have him inside her.

Bellatrix loved being a mother.

.OvO.

Tracey was waiting inside the coven tower, waiting for the others, placing some of Daphne's draws in the walls. Harry was right, turning this place more welcoming, more "theirs" could go a long way. As she did, the girl kept daydreaming about all the things she wanted to do with Harry  there, or better yet, all the things Harry could do to her. Tracey imagined Harry coming back from classes, wanting to vent out, with a simple look he would make her bent over that very table and fuck her pussy with no care in the world while Daphne and Padma studied, just using her as a fuckhole to let his frustrations good. He would order her to clean his hot, thick and delicious sperm from Gabrielle's gaping asshole or Susan's breast so it would not get into the floor. Maybe Harry would use her own ass to…

Her line of thought was interrupted by Susan's sudden appearance. That magic entrance to the tower was really something.

"Are you ok Tracey?" The red haired witch asked. "You seem a little flushed…"

"Yeah yeah… just thinking about our boyfriend…" Tracey answered with a smirk. Susan made a "oh" with her mouth as she understood what was happening.

"Hey, I like what you are doing, with Daphne's draws of us on the walls!" Susan commented, looking at the beautiful pictures, many of them made from live drawing sessions.

"Ah, you haven't seen the best part!" Tracey said, producing her wand and flicking it around.

Susan blushed as each and every drawing on the walls changed into another, very explicit drawing or sketches of the witches and Harry, or between themselves. Susan could see scenes of Harry with his dick buried deep inside Daphne's ass, or him coming all over her very own face on another. Tracey laughed at her and with another wand movement, the more restraint draws were back at the walls.

"Just to set the mood, you know." Tracey said with a wink.

"I… I didn't even know Daphne had made so many of those." Susan wondered.

"Hum, that girl is the greatest pervert of us all! Ice queen my  ass!" Tracey said, laughing.

The soft pop sound from moving air announced the arrival of another person into the coven's tower. Both Tracey and Susan turned around to find Gabrielle looking at them with a grin, holding some magazines. The giggly Veela approached the two girls and laid the tomes on the table. Tracey looked curious at the magazines In Front of them, they seemed to be those ones you buy things and her owl delivery.

"Hum… What's this?" Susan asked.

"Something we can use to get back to Harry." Gabrielle giggled. "Open it."

Tracey curiously opened one of the magazines and quickly realized what the Veela was talking about with a smile. The covers were actually glamoured to look like normal buy in magazines, but inside, a collection of the more provocative and skimpy lingerie, nightgowns, costumes and toys were displayed in front of them. Susan blushed.

"Niiiice!" Tracey said.

"I was thinking about what you told me after christmas." Gabrielle grabbed one of the magazines. " And I agree, Harry is so good to us, we can be good to him."

"But… why those?" Susan asked.

Gabrielle looked at her with a little pity . 

"There is something that is easy to realize about Harry and what he likes, Susan…" The horny Veela said. "And is actually something.you can improve a lot!

Susan was taken back by the girl's words, and thought for a couple seconds, she was never very good at this kind of thing, just now she was learning what she really liked, and even those were surprising to her. Tracey  sighed.

"Harry likes watching us in lingerie, Susan… I think it has to do with his connection with Rose"

"He likes watching and fucking us in panties Susan…" Gabrielle said with a husky voice. "Pushing them aside, or down to our knees. Or to remove them with his mouth…" the Veela shivered. "This is not ideal, I would much rather take him to a nom magical shop and show him some, to give him a nice show…"

"Maybe… maybe we can do that in the summer?" Susan tried, blushing. 

"Yeah Susan, I like that!" Gabrielle clapped her hands.

They started looking at the collections in front of them.

"Hum… where do you get those, Gabby?" Susan finally asked.

"I… borrowed them from the Gossip queen and Padma's sister."

"Did they got along with this?" Susan was doubtful.

"Well, they don't know they borrowed me those." Gabrielle had an evil smile and Susan was astonished. Tracey was laughing when she suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, you two are good at charms, right?"

Both Gabrielle and Susan nodded, looking curiously at the blonde.

.OvO.

Gabrielle was getting satisfied by the progress she was making, both with Tracey's plan but especially at her battle training, both during the dueling club and outside it. Yes, she was not the powerhouse her sister Fleur was, but she was beginning to understand something Harry had been telling her for months. When she embraced who she was, the Veela part of herself, Gabrielle was better than any of the trying nhad wizards. And she was showing that at the dueling club, being undefeated in her own class. Even Tracey was showing the results of all the training they had over the summer, making people vomit slugs, or barf like a dog every time they talked down to her, people around them were astonished by how much the Potter girls, as they were called, seemed to be a different league from the other students. Daphne's plan seemed to be working as she expected. It was funny how the Weasley grill looked at them, and especially Harry with some sort of adoration.

But they were also learning that their opposition was way more dangerous than expected. The Carrow twins were vicious, and it was clear that some of the other death eater's children received more than a little training. 

The Ravenclaw purebloods, though, led by Cho Chang had little more than professor Diggory's protection. 

But, for Gabrielle, the best part was watching Harry teach. Her mate was so caring, devoted and humble that people gravitated towards him without him even noticing. That was something he had in common with Rose, he was a natural people (and danger) magnet.

Professor Diggory hated him, Gabrielle could see in his eyes. And, when said professor tried to throw his charms at the veela, just to be shut down by her, before the girl glued herself into Harry's arm only increased that hate. Gabrielle loved it. The punny professor could be pretty in a very classical way, but he was not half the man her mate was.

And it was while watching this dynamic that Gabrielle saw Cho Chang facing another one of Harry's pupils, the frail little girl with crazy earrings and hair. Luna Lovegood.

Chang was the image of self esteem as she walked up the ring, beautiful, flawless school uniform, people cheering. Gabrielle didn't even tried to hide her scoff. 

Luna was the opposite, the girl looked small, frail and aluf, and yet, Harry took both her hands and talked to her, and only to her, before the little blonde got up to the ring.

At that moment, there was only Luna and Harry, Gabrielle found it beautiful how he gave all the attention Luna needed. At that moment, Harry was talking to her, and only to her. Gabrielle could see the smile on the small witch's face as she squeezed Harry's hand, and when he finished, it was almost like a different witch that got up the ring.

Cho Chang laughed at the girl, and Gabrielle felt like hexing the older witch to oblivion. The veela knew about the bullying Chang and her entourage inflicted on Luna, something that had only diminished when Padma had made clear Luna was under her protection, and from Rose and Harry by consequence.

Professor Diggory himself made the honors of judge.

"I swear I will go easy on you Lovegood, just like old times." Cho Chang said in a low voice, but Gabrielle was still able to hear it. 

"Are the contestants ready?" Diggory asked, giving Chang a wink. Both girls nodded, and bowed at each other. 

Gabrielle watched as Cho Chang swung her wand a fraction of a second before professor Diggory announced the beginning of the duel, and the ropes from her incarcerous spell flew quickly in Luna's direction. But the small witch seemed to be waiting for it, and with a somewhat clumsy step to the right she was out of the way. Gabrielle could see Harry shaking his head with a grin. He knew that would happen. 

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Luna called with a surprising strong voice and to everyone astonishment, Cho Chang's wand flew from the older witch's hand and landed perfectly into the blonde girl's hand. 

Cho was paralized with a mixture of anger, surprise and chame, her eyes glued to the small girl pointing her own wand at her. Even Luna seemed surprised at herself.

"Oh…" Luna said in her dreamily voice. "Seems Harry was right, wizards are really dependent on their wands. Ridiculous!"

A pair of roller skaters materialized into Cho Chang's feet, and the prideful witch tumbled to the front , waving her hands, trying to regain her balance, before swinging to the back and finally falling to her but.

Silence. 

The entire hall exploded in laughter.

.OVO.

Harry had reassured Luna before she got up to the ring, he knew all she needed was a little push. In his own world, Luna had always been brilliant, and a valuable ally, and , although Luna was a little more shy and subdued in this dimension, the wizard was sure all the potential was still there. And he was right. Luna came back down from the ring after offering the wand back to Cho Chang, and, to everyone's surprise, jumped into Harry's arm and kissed him. And it was not a chast, friendly kiss, Luna's tongue invaded his mouth and searched for his. 

Harry was not even surprised anymore, women in this world were all crazy.

"Thank you so much for giving me the courage I needed, Harry!" Luna said when she finally let his mouth go. "I will properly thank you later."

Harry just rolled his eyes and looked at his girlfriends. Tracey was laughing and Gabrielle had a hungry gaze directly at him.  

Diggory and Cho Chang's expressions on the other hand were far from friendly. But, at this point, Harry didn't care, he had bigger troubles in his mind with all the other death eater's spawn. 

After the end of the period, Harry walked with Tracey, Gabrielle and Ginny back into the great hall for dinner, where they met with Rose, Daphne and Susan. The wizard had barely sat on his place to eat when he heard Lavender's voice behind.

"Hey Harry!" The girl said in her high pitched voice, and Harry turned around with a sigh. "Is it true that you humiliate both Cho boring Chang and Professor Diggory at the dueling club?" The Gryffindor gossip queen had sparkles in her eyes, and Parvati beside her had a grin. Rose raised her eyebrows, interested.

"Damn, really Harry?" Rose asked.

"No, not true!" Harry raised his hands. "I just helped Luna to get the confidence she needed. If Chang and Diggory felt bad in any way, it is their problem, not mine!"

"Wait, what happened?" Susan asked.

"Miss better than everyone Chang few into her own but so hard that I doubt professor Diggory will be getting anything for a while!" Tracey jumped in.

"Oh Merlin, that's so good!" Lavender giggled, clapping her hands.

"Not helping Tracey!" Harry called while Rose laughed. 

Lavender got close to the wizard, and Harry noticed she was bouncing her breasts a little more than necessary. 

"Say Haaaarry…" The witch started, and Harry didn't liked the way she said his name. "There's a hogsmeade weekend coming, and, you know, if you fake fiance don't mind…" Susan was turning red with anger. "Why don't we go together, you, Parvati and myself? I am sure we can have a lot of fun."

Harry placed a hand on Susan's tight before the girl jumped on Lavender, and just smiled at the Gryffindor.

"Sorry, bit this time I already have someone to take. I will go with these girls here…" Harry waved his arms to all the girls around him, including Rose.

"Wait, all of them?" Lavender seemed incredulous, and his own girls were confused.

"Yes…" Harry simply said. "I will be taking my girlfriends."

.OVO.

Rose was astonished. Harry had really taken that step. First Hermione, now this, it seemed Harry didn't want to hide himself anymore, and Rose liked that.

"Why did you said that?" Daphne asked as Lavender and Parvati walked away, whispering at each other. "Those two will have the whole school knowing."

"Yes, I'm counting on that." Harry simply said, raising his shoulders.

"Isn't it too risky?" Susan asked.

"No, I think I get it." Rose said. "The coven is bound to go out at some point right? The two of them will gossip about it to the entire school, of course not everyone will believe it, and will think they are just lying, and the others will start to get used to the fact that we are together."

"And that Harry is not available!" Gabrielle said, jealousy.

"Yes, let them know about us, that we are together and that no one here is out for grabs, or to be hurt!" Rose finished. 

"Hum, I can see your logic, but I'm not sure…" Daphne said.

"Daphne, remember, the school will be attacked this year, and we need to be prepared." Harry said.

"It is hard for us to keep tiptoeing around each other." Rose continued his line of thought. "I think it is better if we start getting out in the open."

"And I am done." Harry said, sounding tired. "You are my girlfriends, and… I… I love you all, I am tired of not showing it. Let them speak. Let them know that our alliance is way more than just political." 

Rose smiled at him, and then looked to an astonished Ginny Weasley, seated there with them. 

.OVO.

Fleur Delacour was worried. 

And the veela was not worried about what other people would expect. Harry had been precise in his description of the invasion of the castle on his own world. The wizard had told about the warning he had given to Malfoy, that he knew they were coming, in the hopes of dissuading them. But it seemed the girl was still working on her mission.

And there was someone else helping her, someone they didn't know.

Of course, it was almost impossible for them to know how the attack would play out here, who would come, and who would be their targets, but both Harry and Fleur would be waiting for them. The Veela could almost say she was looking forward to it, the message they would send to the dark lady would be unequivocal.

Fleur could not deny she was also looking forward to fighting besides Harry again, they worked so well together, both in bed, and on the battlefield.  

No, she was worried about Iris. 

It was true that Fleur had regained her family, even her relationship with Apolline seemed to be getting better, and that the veela had found her beloved mate, who she wished to pass the rest of her life with, but that didn't meant she had forgotten about Iris, and all they had been through together. When the Order of the Phoenix revealed itself to be just a bunch of old people afraid of fighting for real change in the magical world, Iris appeared to Fleur like a beacon. A powerful woman, ready to speak her mind and get her hands dirty (even though, with time, it were Fleur's hands who got dirtier). Fleur even campaigned fiercely for Iris to become a member of the coven, trying to get her own two lives together.

And now, the older woman was not answering to her. The floo to Iris's house was blocked, the owls were not answered, the minister was not showing up to work. Damn, she was not even picking up the fucking phone.

Fleur could understand the woman was hurt, but that was not like her. Both the Veela and Harry had tried again and again to contact her, to show her she was still part of the coven, magic or not. That they would protect and love her. But Iris chose to close herself, and was that which worried Fleur. 

Iris was also hiding something. Fleur knew the woman all too well not to notice, and whatever it was, Andromeda Tonks also knew. We're the damages deeper than they let the coven know? Was it something else?

Fleur was lost in these thoughts when suddenly a big owl entered flying through her window. The witch looked at it, it was a big mocho, untraceable, with yellow eyes and a golden crest over his chest. An official gringotts owl.

The bird quickly made a loop inside her office, and dropped the parchment it was carrying into her desk, before flying out the window one more time, without making any sound or stopping. Official owl on official business.

Fleur quickly opened the missive and started reading it, her eyes going wild as she did it.

Fleur could not believe, Iris had closed all her accounts, and left all her magical assets to the Veela.

Fleur clenched her fist, Iris was running away.

Chapter Text

The Good Left Undone

"No, Harry, this is a terrible idea!" Rose said before the wizard could even open his mouth and speak. The girl knew that expression; she had seen it in the mirror too many times. It was the same Rose would have any time she was about to do something very brave and very stupid. "Iris has connections and money. She could be on the other side of the world right now. As much as it pains me to say, I don't think we can keep looking for her."

And indeed, they had looked everywhere they could. Using all the means they had, all their contacts, and both legal and illegal means. And not only them, but Bellatrix and Apolline had also tried everything; the fact that Iris had lost her magic even meant there was no more register of her magical activities. The woman had vanished.

The coven was reunited at their tower, after the curfew, each of them arriving by the portkey on their beds, trying to figure out what to do about this new development.

"Rose is right, Harry," Daphne said. "Is better for us to concentrate on what to do next."

Rose looked around at each of their faces, but was especially worried about Harry and Fleur's expressions; one was of worry, and the other was something else.

"Maybe we can seize this opportunity," Daphne said. "Iris was connected to the Peverel and Gaunt families, and maybe we can do something about that. Isn't the Potters also connected to the Peverel line somehow?"

"Yes, the Potters started as a brand of the Peverel family," Susan said. "But, if I remember correctly, it was a strictly patriarchal line, so it was discontinued after some only women generations."

"Maybe Harry can try and claim it," Daphne said. "I'd be a long shot, but it may give us one more seat at the mot." 

"As long as I don't have to play politician…" Harry said. "It didn't work out well for me last time."

"You can appoint a proxy, just like Susan," Daphne said. "But I think that later after the war is over, both you and Rose can play an instrumental part in changing things."

Rose heard them talking, but at that moment, she was more worried about the veela in front of her. Fleur had her hand clenched at her wand, and seemed not to be paying any attention to the conversation.

"Fleur…" Rose said, placing her hand over the older witch's own hands. "I know you are sad… if there's…"

"Sad?" Fleur answered in a loud voice, getting everyone's attention. "I am not sad, Rose; I'm FURIOUS!" The veela said, taking everyone back with her anger, her eyes were glowing with a yellow hue, and her allure flared menacingly.

"Fleur…" Rose tried to say. Harry instinctively approached Fleur, with no fear.

"No, Rose!" The veela continued. "We opened our hearts to her; we accepted her in our most intimate spaces! We made love to her and exposed our secrets!" Fleur's magic flared around her, almost like a flame. "Does she really think some galleons will make up for it, deceiving those who had trusted her?"

Rose and Harry looked at each other and silently realized that Fleur was not only angry, but she was also feeling guilty.

"Iris got hurt…" Rose tried to say.

"And our magic saved her!" Fleur retorted. "Did she really think so little of us that we wouldn't want her around with or without magic? Of course not! She was a coward! How could she… how could she learn all that Harry has been through, all that we are trying to prevent and just… leave?"

Harry finally hugged the veela from behind, embracing her intimidating magic with his own, projecting how much he loved her. Rose could see Fleur's own magic calming down, little by little, accepting her Lover's reassurance.

"I know you two had a story…" Rose said, reaching for Fleur's hands. "But we accept you no matter what, Fleur."

"I did things for her that I'm ashamed of…" Fleur looked at the ground, not meeting Rose's eyes.  "things that I thought would help change the world…" Fleur continued, almost like she was talking only to Harry and Rose. "And then, she left… I am so sorry, Rose…"

"Fleur, you have no reason to be sorry." The raven-haired witch tried to say.

"Of course I have! I am the one who brought her to our circle, and I am the one who campaigned for her to be part of the coven… it should have been Harry's Hermione all along… I… I dragged us back!"

"No, Fleur," Harry said, hugging her even more tightly; the veela rested her head on his shoulder. "We did all this together."

"Yes, Fleur." This time it was Daphne who talked. "She came to us by herself, and We did what we thought would be best for all of us… and we are not perfect."

"Yes…" Padma shipped in. "And it was not a mistake, and things are bound to happen one way or another."

"Oui, Fleur," Gabrielle said in french, and there was so much love in her voice. "Please, don't blame yourself for things that are beyond your control… please, don't make the same mistake maman does…" That seemed to have an effect on Fleur; the older veela looked around, to all the loving faces around her, and then, deep into Rose's eyes, before turning around and kissing Harry softly on the lips.

"We love you, Fleur," Rose said. "And I can understand why you are angry. But please, don't let this take you away from us… again."

Fleur smiled at her.

"No, Rose, never again…"

.OvO.

Amélia Bones poured another glass of firewhisky, and downed it with a loud gasp. Usually, she would drink after a long day of work or when things got incredibly wrong, but not today.

Today, the chief of the DMLE was celebrating.

Iris Ofidious, minister of magic, was no more. 

The witch laughed. After a series of absences and the fact no one could reach her, an investigation about her whereabouts was determined by the wizengamot, which gave Amelia some precious access to the other woman's business and machinations. It didn't take long for the department to discover that Iris had closed or transferred all of her assets in the magical society, and that even her magical activity was no longer being registered. After some investigation with her contacts in the non-magical police, Amelia had discovered that the other woman had done the same with her business and real estate in the muggle society, and had emptied her bank accounts, probably into some fiscal paradise country.

Some of the members of the mot were worried about what would have happened to her, so the search would still continue for a while, but for Amelia, an investigator with years of experience, the signs were clear. The hideous woman had fled England. And would not be found. 

Amelia laughed, alone in the enormous and ancient Bones manor; she didn't know how, or why, but, with a swing from destiny, one of her biggest problems was gone. And better yet, the death eater girl, Delphi, was keeping her part of the deal; many of the families the dark lady had under her thumb were voting with her now.

The time was coming, the time Amelia Bones would bring the entire magical Britain back to order. Augusta Longbottom would regret her betrayal.

Bellatrix Black would learn to respect her.

And Susan would be back to where she truly belonged, by her side. With or without the Potter brat.

All she needed was one more vote, one more session, and then, she could become chancellor of the magical Britain. 

Life was good again, Amelia thought as she poured another glass.

.OvO.

Rose could not believe it was possible, but, ever since the professor took Hermione under her wings, Snape had become even more bitter and petty against the emerald-eyed girl during classes. Luckily, with Harry and Bellatrix's tutoring, there was nothing that Snape could teach that Rose wasn't already good at, and the same was true for Gabrielle, to a lesser extent. The professor's attitude towards the veela was one of simply pretending the girl did not exist.

And it was really problematic how much her former friend was becoming just like the teacher was something that scared Rose. The only thing the raven-haired girl could think was that rejecting the part of her soul that was Hermione from Harry's old world had done something to this Hermione; along with all the problems going on in her family, it had to be. Her friend couldn't just be this jealous and evil, could she?

It hurt Rose how much she missed her friend. And she was worried about her, especially now. With Iris gone, it hit the girl that the coven was not unbreakable as she wanted to believe. 

"Rose, I want you to remember," Harry told her after they finally calmed Fleur down. "We can be fighters, politicians, researchers, and all of that, but it is you, Rose, that keeps us together. You are the glue that holds us. You can be the leader, the guide I never was; look at how much those people love you. And I am very proud of you for that."

Rose smiled to herself; that was something she needed to hear. Harry believed in her, and their friends and family believed in her, so it was time she started believing in herself. 

Fuck Eileen Snape; as far as Rose was concerned, she was just a two-faced traitor that only thought about herself. 

"Rose!" Padma's voice interrupted her thoughts; Rose turned around and could see the worry on her friend's face as the girl ran towards her. 

"Everything ok, Pad?" Rose asked.

"Rose, is Luna," Padma said, grabbing her hand. "Cho Chang and some other girls have cornered her inside the bathroom, and I couldn't find Harry!" Padma was leading her by the hand as she spoke. "I'm really afraid of what they're going to do to her! Chang is outraged after the defeat in that duel. She said Luna humiliated her!"

Rose growled. She had looked up to the older girl once, she was fun, pretty, intelligent, and good at Quidditch, but somewhere along the years, she got infected by pure blood propaganda, and let her own popularity get the best of her. And now, with Cedric as a professor, things were getting out of hand quickly. 

"Here!" Padma said, pointing at the door, and grabbing her own wand. There was one of Cho's goons from last year guarding the entrance, Jackson or something, Rose didn't remember, and it was not important, as the seventh-year boy was on the ground due to a silent cast stupefy before he could even react.

"Padma, go get a professor; I will handle this," Rose said, putting a hand on her shoulder and dropping her bag on the ground. 

"But, there are four of them!" Padma tried to protest.

"I have faced death eaters," Rose said with an evil grin. "I can take some students, don't worry. Go."

Padma nodded. Rose quickly brought her wand to her hand and opened the door with a loud bang, getting the attention of everyone inside the bathroom. The witch noticed that Cho had stopped talking mid-sentence,  as she turned around to look at the intruder with a sneer. Rose could see Luna behind her, crying, being held by the hands of two other girls. The petite blonde's lips were swollen, and she had a big bruise on her left cheek. A third girl was holding her by the hair, and Rose could see locks of blond hair on the ground, realizing what Cho was doing. Rose's blood boiled with anger.

"Potter!" Cho hissed. "Bugger off, and you will not get hurt!"

"Sorry, can't do," Was all Rose said before she fired a stunner against the girl holding Luna's hair, pushing a little more magic than needed. The girl was thrown back with the force of the spell and hit her head against the wall behind her, but Rose didn't care; right now, she was angry, and she would show that no one would mess with her friends. Harry was not the only Potter people should fear. 

To their credit, the other Ravenclaws reacted quickly, and Rose found herself dodging the quick succession of spells being shot at her. The girls were competent; she would give them that, but nothing closer to the death eater she had fought twice now.

With a flick of her wand, Rose pushed her Magic; the metallic faucet from one of the sinks stretched and turned from the wall like a snake, rolling around one of the attacking girl's arms, before splashing water on her face. Rose smiled; battle transfiguration was coming easy for her now. Just like her father, Minerva would say.

Cho was roaring in anger, and her cheeks red as she shot a blunting hex against Rose, who had to shield it. The older girl was clearly losing her wits. With another movement from her wand, the ground opened under the last of Cho's accomplices, making the girl trip, before the ground closed again, trapping the older girl; Rose then did the same to the girl's wand hand.

"You half-blood bitch!" Cho screamed, and Rose had to dodge a bone-crushing curse quickly. She looked at Cho with wide eyes, not believing it. The girl must have really hated her.

"Expelliarmus." Rose casted, and Cho's wand flew from her grip, landing perfectly on Rose's open hand. The older girl growled, but stopped, her eyes focusing on Rose's wand pointing at her face.

"Same trick twice," Rose said. "You are pathetic, Chang!" The emerald-eyed witch said, not trying to hide the disgust in her voice. "Luna, come here; stay behind me." The still dazed petite blond nodded, grabbing her own wand and wobbling behind Rose. "Now, Chang, give me one reason not to do the same you did to Luna to yourself! Maybe something even more defi…"

"Stop right there, miss Potter!" A familiar voice interrupted her. Rose grunted and turned around to find Cedric Digory looking at her. "Please, lower your wand, now!" Rose sighed but did what was asked.

"Professor…" Luna tried to speak.

"Assaulting other students, Miss Potter," Cedric said, looking around. The professor walked towards her and snatched Cho's wand from Rose's hand. "And destroying school's property." The man looked at her, and smiled. Rose was fuming. "Maybe some detention is adequate, and also the loss of some privileges?" 

"But Cedric…" Rose tried to protest.

"Hum! I already told you, Miss Potter, is Professor Digory. Now, no more Hogsmeade for you, and two weeks detention…" Padma and professor McGonagall entered the bathroom as he spoke. The old scotch looked around with hard eyes and stopped to stare at Luna's estate. 

"What's the meaning of this?" The old witch asked.

"Don't you worry, professor McGonagall," Cedric said with a grin. "I already handled the situation.

.OvO.

"What was that, mister Digory?" Minerva turned to the other professor as soon as the girls were all dismissed. 

"I'm afraid I don't understand, deputy headmistress," Cedric answered. Minerva wanted to wipe the cynical smile from the boy's face, no matter if he was now a professor.

"You know very well what happened here, Digory! Miss Potter was doing her best to help a student in need!"

"Oh, really? Why didn't you say something then?" Cedric finished fixing the floor.

"You know very well I would not deauthorize another professor in front of the students, but that was not fair!" Minerva faced him.

"Well, all I could see was Miss Potter assaulting not one, but four other students; I only did what the school norms said it should be done." The man shrugged.

Minerva clenched her teeth. 

"I will formally complain about your behavior to the headmaster, Digory."

"I believe in you, professor, just like you did with professor Snape. And  We both know how well that ended up, don't we? Well, I need to go, have a good day, deputy headmistress." Cedric waved, with a grin as he walked by the professor. Minerva groaned. Things needed to change, and fast.

.oOo.

"That, that putain!" Gabrielle almost screamed after Rose told them what had happened. "He was clearly protecting his bitch of a girlfriend!" The veela pouted.

"I don't think it is just that," Daphne said. "He's still obsessed about Rose."

They were sitting at the big Gryffindor's table in the great hall before classes, and only Fleur was not present.

"Well, too bad for him," Rose said. "I don't want anything with him, ever again!" The girl looked at Harry, who had a stern expression, and glowing eyes, clearly struggling to keep his cool. 

"Still," the wizard said. "Is something we need to be aware of. From what you said, Cho may be way more dangerous than we thought, especially if Cedric keeps protecting her. With Malfoy's plan moving forward, we certainly can't be blindsided  by her."

"True," Daphne said. "Digory is well-liked enough, and his father's newspaper still has some power to build public opinion."

"I can deal with her," Gabrielle said with an evil grin. "Put her in her place…"

"No, Gabby," Rose answered. "We are not doing that, unless she attacks us. We are already walking on thin ice, and we don't need any more heat." The veela pouted again. "At least for now." Rose winked at her.

"So, detention?" Tracey asked.

"Yeah… I will have a lot of brooms to sort and clean…" Rose sighed.

.oOo.

Bellatrix Black watched her older sister walk out of the fireplace in a hurry. Andromeda looked at her sister and Apolline waiting for her in the living room at their villa, and both women noticed the worried expression on the healer's face. 

"Andy?" Bellatrix asked.

"Is it true? Iris is gone?" Andromeda said. 

"Yes, unfortunately," Apolline answered.

"Please, tell me you know where she is," Andromeda asked, and both Bellatrix and Apolline shook their heads. "And Harry, does he know where she is?"

"No…"

"Why did he allow her to leave? It was still very dangerous for Iris to travel in her condition!" Andromeda said, but she must have noticed the confused look on the others' faces. "You don't know…" The healer deduced. "And Harry must not know as well." Andromeda let herself fall into the chair, pinching the bridge of her nose. She really didn't want that responsibility. "Bloody hell!"

"Hum, what are you talking about, Andy?" Bellatrix asked, a little worried. 

Andromeda took a deep breath.

 "Iris is pregnant." Andromeda finally said, and the other women looked at her wide-eyed. 

"And Harry is the father…" Apolline concluded. "Damn!" Bellatrix sighed. "Why would she be so careless?" There was a lot of anger in her voice, but also a touch of something else. Maybe it was jealousy?

"I am pretty sure she did it on purpose," Andromeda said. "A woman like her would never take this kind of risk."

"You are probably right," Apolline wondered. "But why?"

"I don't know, line theft, maybe?" Andromeda raised her shoulders. "But I doubt it. It was something else."

Bellatrix growled. "She tricked Harry!" 

"Yes, I believe so," Andromeda looked at her sister. "The thing is, how do we tell him now?"

They stayed silent, all three of them deep in thought.

"We don't…" Apolline finally said.

"What?!" The black sisters asked as one.

"Think about it. Think of what we know about Harry and Rose. He will not be able to think straight if he knows he has a son or daughter lost out there. And we need him, and our daughters need him to be focused, to be completely devoted to them."

"That's, that's…" Bellatrix was not sure what to say. "You are asking us to… deceive him?"

"Only to wait for the right time to tell him. Does Harry really need another weight on his shoulder? Does Rose?"

Bellatrix clenched her fists. She couldn't deny the logic of Apolline's rationale, but every fiber of her body told her this was wrong. 

"I don't know if I agree," Andromeda said. "But, it is not my place to decide. I will go with whatever you think is best for them."

"Bella," Apolline placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "They don't need this burden right now. Also, this gives us time to find Iris and talk some sense into her. Maybe even discover what she was planning."

Bellatrix growled in frustration, tears rolling down her eyes. She felt like her own mother, manipulating her kids' future, and she hated it.

.oOo.

With a grin on his face, Harry felt like he was back in the Fourth year, sneaking around the school after hours to meet with Fleur or to go to the forbidden section and try to learn some spells for the tournament tasks. Today he was going to meet someone else, though. 

Harry had wanted to spend time with Rose for a while now. Not coven time, mind you, Harry and Rose time. Being sorted into a different house created the setback of being away from her, but Harry did not regret making this decision. He was afraid that if he became a lion one more time, he would be unable to let Rose grow on her own. Their pull towards each other was already too strong, but even though they were two halves of the same soul, Rose needed to be her own person. She deserved it. Harry had often thought that it wouldn't be better if their souls had merged, as it happened with Fleur, Padma, and Daphne, but usually, the wizard would conclude that this was not what Rose needed. And this was not what he needed. 

Rose needed someone to share the burden, to guide and understand her. 

And Harry needed to learn how to live again. How to love, and have fun. How to be human and not a monster. 

They were both doing great, if he could say so himself.  

Of course, there was a price to be paid, and just now, Harry was starting to understand it. His memories from his previous life were becoming more and more like a dream, or a nightmare, and this weird world of crazy women was becoming more and more like his home. Sometimes it was really confusing, and sometimes it was painful, but he would muscle through it, for Rose and for himself.

The chilling evening wind hit him when he walked out of the castle and into the grounds, his almost perfect disillusionment charm working well to keep him hidden. Harry strode to the Quidditch field and thought about how he didn't miss playing the game. The wizard had long realized that what he loved was flying, and the game was nothing more than an excuse to do so. Here, in another world, with another life, he could just relax, and fly. 

Harry turned around towards the storehouse where the quidditch equipment and brooms were placed, and silently opened the door. 

Harry had to hold not to laugh. There she was, counting brooms, peeling loose strands from them, and taking notes of those that needed replacement or fixing. Rose's face was the image of boredom, and yet, Harry found her incredibly beautiful. Her outer robes were thrown aside over some boxes, and Harry watched as the witch changed her weight from one leg to the other, making her skirt flow over her tights, following the movement of her round bum. Rose's hair was almost at the shoulders now, deep black and wild, giving her a fierce yet feminine air. Harry could not help but find it incredibly intaincing. All the questions about loving (and fucking) himself from another world flew through the window the second his eyes laid on her. 

The wizard silently closed the distance between them, letting his magic go least than a second before he placed his arms around Rose's shoulders, burying his nose into her wild hair and taking a deep breath. The witch tensed in surprise at first, before completely melting as her magic and body welcomed him around her. 

"Hum…" Rose whispered. "Hello to you too…" She giggled.

"Missed me?" Harry said in her ear.

"If I said it…" Rose pressed her back again him, trying to maximize their contact. "You may get too cocky." She laughed, turning around and kissing him. The kiss quickly got deeper; Rose's tongue all but invaded his mouth as she pulled him. One of her hands clawed Harry's chest over his shirt while the other ran through his hair. Harry's hands weren't idle either, zeroing in on the object of his desires, squeezing her tight bum, and pressing their hips together. Their tongues danced as only they could, almost like they knew each movement the other was about to make. Harry felt his body getting warmer, and his cock getting hard. Rose felt it too, getting on the tip of her toes, trying to press her groin against him. Their swollen lips briefly parted as they gasped for air before locking themselves again in a divine snogging session. 

It was needy, passionate, and messy, like only the two Potters could do, and they both loved it. They had barely started, and Harry's head was already spinning with pleasure. It was almost like a feedback loop, one feeding the other's emotions and need. 

Rose's hands found their way to the ren of his shirt, and she let Harry's lips go and looked at him with a mischievous smile that made the wizard shiver, before pulling the piece of clothing up. Once she had thrown his shirt aside, the witch latched her mouth to his neck, caressing his torso up and down, taking her time kissing, sucking, and biting him. Harry groaned in pleasure, letting her have her way, before working on the buttons of her white school blouse. A thin layer of sweat was already covering her chest and belly when Harry finally freed her from the garment. His hard cock tried to escape, pushing against his trousers at the beautiful sight of his twin's gorgeous body. 

"Damn, you are beautiful, Rose!" Harry said, and the most beautiful smile graced her face. The girl kissed him with renewed enthusiasm, and her hands went down and started working on Harry's belt and zipper. 

"Have I ever told you how much I love you, Harry?" Rose asked between kisses, trying to work her hands and get him out of his pants.

"Even if you have, I like hearing it." The boy answered, and now was his time to suck on her neck, making Rose moan.

A shiver went through Harry's body, and his turgid cock was finally freed from its prison, and the chilling night air touched its sensitive skin. Still, Rose quickly wrapped her hands around it, one around his shaft, the other over the pulsating head, spreading the precum around it. Harry clenched his teeth and hissed in pleasure as she moved the hand slowly through his erection. 

Harry's own hand moved down and under her skirt, caressing the inside of her tight before reaching the dumped fabric of her cotton panties. Rose was already so wet that Harry felt her juices moisten his hand when he pushed her knickers aside and touched her outer lips directly. Rose moaned while his fingers found their way into her folds, teasing her entrance before dexterously going up to encircle her sensitive nub. Harry loved how the girl trembled when he touched her clit, making Rose gasp, but at the same time, move her hips, trying to maximize the contact. 

"You are already so wet, Rose… you really are a pervert." Harry teased.

"Aaaah… it is … your fault… " Rose answered in between moans. ", I want… you so… aaaaaaah… bad… FUCK!" Harry had pushed just a little of his magic through his finger and felt her grip on his dick getting tighter. The boy had to fight not to trust his hips and fuck her hands. Harry kept moving his hand, synchronizing it with Rose's own hips movement, and soon, he felt her knees faulting, and helped the witch support her weight against him.

",Fuck fuck fuck fuck… " Rose called, her pussy juices flowing down her legs, wet and messy, just like they lived it. She moaned loudly as she came with his fingers, rocking her hips against his hands. Harry held her with his other hand, waiting with a Sense of pride as she came down from her climax. "That's unfair…" Rose finally said. "You can read me so easily…" she giggled. The sound of her happiness seemed to go directly into Harry's member, who jumped in her hands. ", Huuuuum… that's nice and hot and hard…" Rose poured, almost like Fleur or Gabrielle used to. "There is something I've been wanting to show you." 

Harry let out a frustrated moan when her hands left his cock, but the feeling quickly vanished as Rose smiled at him and turned around, showing her back to him.

Rose may not have the elegance of Fleur or Daphne, and yet, Harry found her movements to be just as hypnotic and sensual. Rose was Rose, and Harry loved her for being so. 

Rose bent over slightly, placing her hands on her shapely tights. Harry's hand instinctively wrapped around his shaft, even under the skirt; the shape of her body was incredible. Rose slid her hands up, grabbing the folds of her school uniform's skirt as they went, slowly revealing more and more of her tights to him. Harry couldn't help but groan when the curve of her bum started showing and at the way the white fabric of her knickers disappeared in between those two perfect cheeks, hugging her ass perfectly. They were not sexy panties per se, but to Harry, her ass was so perfect that anything she wore would be perfect. The visage of her panties-clad ass was enough to make the wizard moan, slowly stroking his prick. Once her skirt was above her waist, Rose placed her hand on the waistband of her knickers, and looked at Harry over her shoulder, smiling, with a delightful glint of mischief in her eyes. 

Slowly, oh, ever so slowly, the girl pushed her wet panties down, revealing more and more of her skin, inch by inch, of her ass; then, Harry caught a glimpse of her moist puffy pussy lips while she bent over. The wizard would have noticed her panties sliding down her toned legs, if his eyes weren't glued on a minor detail. Harry's mind had momentarily stopped. He was ready to take the sight of her swollen pussy lips, dripping with her fluids, but he was not prepared for the small red jewel poking out from her rear entrance. It was just a detail, a piece of shine sticking out, but Harry's mind took its time to process the implications. 

Rose's laugh brought him back. "Really? Did you break already?" Her smile was so sincere, so seductive, that Harry groaned.

"Rose…" Harry half said, half moaned.

"I have prepared myself," Rose said, giving a little shake off her hips, her ass cheeks bouncing against each other. "For you, Harry, do you like it?"

If he liked it? What kind of question was that? Harry had fantasized about it for a while (even a man with that many girlfriends could fantasize), and now, there she was , in front of him, so inviting and beautiful. Harry responded the only way he could, his hands latching themselves into those gorgeous ass cheeks, kneeling behind the beautiful girl. 

AAAAAAAH! Rose let out a loud moan when her wizard spread her bum, gaining access to her wet slit. His well-trained tongue moved through her wet folds, teasing her entrance, before moving around her clit, just like Harry knew she liked. "Fuck! Aaaah!" Rose moaned, pushing herself against his face. But, after some teasing, Harry finally let her quin go, kissing her bum, his eyes glued to the red plug in her anus. 

Rose gasped when she felt him touching the toy, pressing it slightly. "You, Rose Potter…" Harry said, grabbing the end of the plug. "Are such…" the wizard started pulling it out of her; Rose clenched her teeth and whimpered at the sensation, while Harry was mesmerized by how her muscles seemed to hold on to the red toy. "A pervert!" He pulled a little more, and Rose growled. "And I love you for that!" The plug went out of her with a wet popping sound, and Harry was happy to notice its lubricating charm. Her asshole blinked, the soft pink hole seemed to look for something to hold on to, and Harry would be happy to help. 

"Aaaah… look who's talking…" Rose panted. " The guy who came from another world to fuck me!"

"Well, we are really kindred souls, don't we?" Harry said. Rose bent her torso even more, offering herself to her lover, and moaned when she felt the hot iron of his dick touching her pulsating anus. Harry tried to control his own lust for a moment before asking. "Are you sure, Rose?"

"Yeeeeees… I want it!"

"What do you want?" Harry teased, his cock trembling in his hand with each pulse from his heart.

"I want you to fuck my pervert ass, Harry! Fuck meeeeeeaaaaah!" Rose couldn't finish; Harry had started pushing his cock against her anus, slowly but firmly. Her sphincter tried to resist the initial invasion, making both teens groan. Harry held Rose's hips with one of his hands, while the other held the base of his own member. Rose had both hands sustaining her body against the wall as he pushed in. Rose started pushing back against him, and Harry watched in bliss as the head of his cock disappeared inside the impossibly tight role. The boy gritted his teeth and held his breath until suddenly, the entire head of his dick was inside Rose.  His breath came out as a moan, and he looked to see the slight discomfort on Rose's face disappear. 

He waited for a little, as Rose caught her breath, before pushing his cock forward. He had to use a little more force than he usually did with Daphne or the veela sisters, but it was something he had expected. Inch by inch, his cock pressed in, being enveloped in the incredible velvet-like walls of her insides. Rose moaned and whimpered as he pushed, getting used to the sensation of having Harry there. 

"Are you ok?" Harry asked.

"Yes… keep going slow, please…" Rose moaned, and Harry obliged. He pushed, resisting the temptation of slamming the last inches of his cock in one go. It was torture, but torture of the best kind. 

Finally, their hips met, and Harry was entirely inside her. His cock pulsated, and Rose moaned at the feeling. Harry gave her time to adjust to the new sensation while he caressed the perfect orbs of her ass.

"Oh fuck!" Rose said. "This is so different from the plug; it is so much bigger… and warmer…" Rose tentatively wiggled her hips, and Harry hissed at the sensation. "Fuck, this is… good… aaaah… I think you can move now, luve…"

Harry started slowly pulling out, and felt the delicious pressure of Rose's muscles trying to keep him in, and he watched as the soft pink ring of her anus stretched to accompany his movements. When just the head of his cock was inside of her, Harry stopped. Then, he pushed forward again.

"Merlin, you are so tight!" Harry said. This feels so good!"

"Fuck!... Aaaah… damn… that's good! Rose cried as Harry started increasing his speed. Rose moaned and cried and screamed with each thrust of his cock, and Harry kept looking between her pleasure-filled expression and the way her lovely bum splashed against his hips.  It was almost too perfect. 

Harry released his right hand from the girl's hips and moved her down, looking for her sensitive, swollen clit. Rose gave a loud scream when his finger brushed against the nervous nub, and the wizard tried to synchronize the movement of his hand with the speed of his hips, but Rose had other things in mind, or rather, nothing but pleasure in her mind. The girl started moving her hips back, bending, even more, trying to maximize the contact and the force of Harry's thrusts. Harry could feel her orgasm fast approaching, and their connection allied to the immense pleasure he felt from being inside her ass would make sure where would climax with her. 

"Aaaaaaah , I'm cuming, I'm cuming, Harry, fuck me, fuck my ass, Haaaaaarryyy aaaaaaah!" Rose screamed, and Harry could feel her walks grabbing into him, her delightful asshole trying to hold him inside. Rose came with a trembling moan, her juices flowing down her leg and Harry's fingers. Harry increased his speed, letting go of her clit and grabbing onto her hips again, fucking like a madman. He felt the familiar tingle on the base of his cock, and, with a spasm of the rigid member, Harry exploded inside Rose. Rope after rope of his thick, potent sperm painted her insides, and the wizard moaned loudly. He came so much, it felt like forever before he was expent, and when he finally finished and pulled his dick out of rose's asshole, a trail of cum still connected the two for a couple of seconds.

"I love you, Rose Potter…" Harry said, turning the girl around and holding her in his arms.

"Love you too, Harry Potter…" Rose answered, resting her head against his sweaty chest. 

Yes, they were getting good at this living happily thing, Harry thought.

Chapter Text

Somebody Someone

If there was one thing that Harry didn't miss about being alive was the chilling scotch winds, he thought as he lifted the flaps of his jacket. The girls had stolen all his scarves, one by one. The wizard usually used one for around one week, then one of the girls would complain about the cold, and he would offer it to her. He was pretty sure they were doing it on purpose, thought it was funny to watch Padma or Tracey walking around the grounds with scarfs on the Hufflepuff colors. Maybe when his scent wore off, they would give them back to him. Only to steal them again.

 Harry watched as the students went down the grounds, some walking into the carriages, where he was waiting, others choosing to walk to Hogsmeade instead. 

Harry looked at the blue sky and took a deep breath. He had dreamed about his old world last night, about Fleur and Daphne, their time in France, and was surprised. For the very first time, it was not a nightmare. But that threw his feelings into turmoil nonetheless. 

Was he being selfish? Was he throwing their memories away by moving forward? Was he really moving forward? 

More than once, he was afraid the feelings he had for the ones in this plane were just ghosts from the ones he had from the past. But they were incredibly intense at the same time. There was also the fact that he felt that their magic was so familiar. Death had said they all had the same soul as the ones he lost. 

But they were not precisely the same people. 

Fuck, dimensional traveling was confusing.

In the end, Harry had reached the only conclusion he could at the moment. That he loved them, he truly loved them. And Rose.

That was another entire world of problems. What should he do after the dark lady was gone? Should he leave? Should he try to merge their souls? Would she want it? His soul was a broken mess, and Harry didn't want to submit Rose Potter to it. 

Harry smiled as he looked back down and noticed Susan, Padma, Daphne, and Tracey approaching the carriage. He was mesmerized; how could they look so beautiful? Well, to him, they always look beautiful, even when they are just waking up. 

The four girls smiled at him just as Parvati and Lavender walked towards the carriage just in front of theirs. As if on cue, Daphne smiled and kissed him on the lips, followed by the other girls, even Padma. The two gossips glared at them before jumping into the carriage. 

"You know," Susan said. "For someone so flirty, Lavender is often without a date…"

"Maybe it's just an act," Tracey shrugged. "Maybe she is actually dating Parvati?"

"It would make sense," Susan said.

"I don't think so," Padma said. "Parv is not much into girls, and I know for a fact that they shared some guys." 

The girls looked at Harry, as if he could elucidate them.

"Well, I can't speak for every bloke out there, but as hot as they are, I find it really hard to be attracted to someone you can't have a conversation with. We just don't have the same interests." He shrugged.

"Hum, but you do think they're hot…" Daphne said with a pointing look.

Harry rolled his eyes. 

"I'm in love, not blind, miss Greengrass." He said with an exasperated voice.

"Nice save, Potter," Daphne said with a finger in his chest, before she giggled and hopped up the carriage. Harry got up, and sat on the soft bench, and let out a soft humph when he felt the weight of someone else sitting in his lap. 

"Damn, Rose," He said as the invisible girl shook her perfect hips over his lap, slowly waking his member. 

"Guess we just discovered that the cloak also hides magic," The green-eyed teen said as her head appeared out of thin air. She was still rocking her hips against Harry. 

"Really impressive, especially as it is not a hallow here…" Harry said before clenching his teeth, trying to control himself. Rose was still invisible from her neck down, and the effects her movements were having on his body were becoming more and more visible. Harry found it particularly hard not to react, especially after the fantastic anal section two days before. Harry could also notice Rose's flushed cheeks as the carriage started moving. 

"Are you going to torture Harry all the way to the village?" Daphne asked with a smirk. Rose shrugged.

"Her deserves it, after his comment on Parvati and Lavender." Rose giggled.

Harry raised an eyebrow. 

"Are you girls really jealous?" The wizard asked in disbelief. Rose blushed, but Padma just giggled.

"Jealous is not the right word, Harry," Daphne said. "We are just a little… possessive." She finished with a grin. 

Harry grabbed Rose's invisible form and pulled her into a hug.

"You know that, other than Tracey's, I am all yours…"

"Other than me?!" Tracey asked with a hint of fear in her voice.

"Yes, because, Tracey, you are MINE!" Harry said, with a commanding tone and holding her chin. Tracey almost came on the spot.

.OvO.

Mandragora Malfoy had marched down to the great hall for breakfast, followed by her goons and looking for Blaise Zabini. The damn wizard had vanished on her this morning. The witch clenched her fist when not only she hadn't found the dark-skinned wizard but watched the Potter brat going out with his group of blood traitor whores. 

Malfoy trembled. The memories of his magic intermingling with hers back in her mind, the image of his glowing green eyes and angry lips. Angry, kissable lips. 

"Aaaargh!" Malfoy vented as she pushed the half-eaten plate away from her, startling the people around her.

"Are you ok, Mandragora?" Pansy Parkinson asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

"Yes!" Malfoy hissed, not looking at her. "I lost my appetite." She said, suddenly getting up. Crabbe and Goyle moved to follow her, but were quickly shut down by her piercing gaze. 

The young witch stormed down the hallways, thinking furiously. Her magic had been in turmoil ever since the Potter boy had crossed her. She could deal with the anger, the feeling of weakness as he pinned her against the wall, the fear. What Malfoy was having a hard time dealing with was the desire. Why?

She hated Rose Potter, and she wanted to see the girl who lived humiliated, dragged in the mood, dead even. But why couldn't she feel the same about her brat of a cousin? He had stolen her mother!

And worse, the only one who was able to calm her feelings was nowhere to be found!

The witch opened the door to the dungeons common room, only to finally find Blaise Zabini there, throwing a paper into the lit fireplace. 

"Where the hell have you gone?" Malfoy asked in an angry voice.

"Oh, why, milady, did you miss me?" Blaise said with an infuriating grin. Malfoy firmly stepped to him and poked his chest forcefully.

"Where!" Poke. "The!" Poke. "Fuck!" Poke. "Were!" Poke. "You!" Poke. Blaise raised an eyebrow.

Malfoy moved to poke him in the chest again, but Blaise quickly and firmly held her pulse, stopping her. Malfoy glared at him, only for the tall young man to look back at her with his unnatural light gray eyes, even to magical standards. The witch looked back, trying to read those scary, almost empty eyes. The legends said that the Zabinni eyes became that color because of all the poison and curses they had to endure as they grew up, to thought quickly ran through her head as she looked up at him. He was tall, at least one head taller than her, making her feel vulnerable. And she couldn't read his eyes. 

Malfoy noticed Blaise's full lips turn slightly upwards, before the wizard leaned down and pressed his mouth into hers. 

Blaise was still firmly holding her arm as he deepened the kiss; his commanding tongue invaded her mouth and easily overpowered Mandragora's own tongue. The witch didn't even try to resist, whimpering as he used his other hand to pull her closer to him. The kiss was frantic, wet, and hungry. She felt her own lips swollen with the continuous movement. Blaise let go of her pulse, only for his hand to dive into her bum, massaging and pressing over the fabric of her skirt. The wizard released her mouth, only to kiss over Mandragora's jawline and down her neck. The girl let out a moan when she felt the harsh sucking in her collar, both his hands working over her posterior now. 

Mandragora barely registered when Blaise lifted her, the witch's legs wrapping around the wizard's hips as he attacked her neck, marking her with deep red bruises. Blaise moved his lips up, kissing her mouth again as he carried the girl. Mandragora moaned into his mouth as she felt his big erection pressed against her thigh. So close! The girl felt the muscles on her core pulsating, wanting to grande into something that was not there. Yet.

Mandragora thought she heard a door opening and closing, his lips still ravishing her mouth, until she was carefully placed into the softness of Blaise's bed. 

Finally, he let her go and looked directly at her. Mandragora looked at his swollen, moist lips, his broad nose as he breathed heavily, then at his almost empty eyes. There was a fire there, lust, anger. Mandragora bit her bottom lip, those eyes felt like they would burn her, but in the end, all they did was elevate her own desires. 

Blaise gently placed his hands on her shoulders, holding her, before giving her an evil grin, one that made the girl gulp. Suddenly, his grip was no longer gentle but firm, forcefully. The wizard held her shoulders in an iron grip, making sure to mark her pale skin one more time. 

"Blaise? Whataaaaa…" She tried to say, only to be forcefully turned around, her body shifting with the strength of his movement. He let her right shoulder only to be placed against her back, pressing her chest against his silk sheets, pinning her on the bed. To her, It was delicious. His other hand left her shoulder, and Mandragora felt the hen of her skirt being lifted over her exposing her panty-clad arse. 

Mandragora tried to move, only to moan as Blaise's strong hand kept holding her back, her bum shaking from side to side.

"Aaaah! Zabini, youaAAAAARGH!" Her sentence was interrupted by the wizard's hand descending on her left ass cheek with a loud slap. 

"You." SLAP! "Don't" SLAP! "Own." SLAP! "Me!" SLAP! He said, his hand striking her, making her moan with each hard contact. Mandragora's eyes were shut, her pussy was pulsating, her juices flowing more and more with each SLAP, making even herself surprised.

Her eyes went wide open when she felt Blaise grabbing her panties in a less than gentle manner and pulling it, but not down her legs, but up, away from her hips, stretching the thin fabric against her vulva, forcefully.

"Gwaaak…" Mandragora let out, surprised by the strength behind the sudden move that pressed the panty against her swollen clit as he pulled it, and he kept pulling, until the fabric tore apart , finally releasing the pressure against her pussy as her hips were now completely exposed.

Breathing heavily, the girl instinctively drew her legs apart, waving her hips, offering herself to her powerful, dark-skinned lover. She was so close to her peak that every second was like an eternity of emptiness. 

The witch wouldn't have to wait long, though. She felt Blaise's weight over her as he moved to cover her, his hand spreading her bum.

Mandragora screamed in bliss, finally cuming the very moment Blaise buried himself to the holt inside her in one decisive movement. She was so ready and wet that her walls barely offered any resistance, and his big black cock invaded her. 

He relentlessly fucked her through her climax, pistoning in and out of her furiously, his own pleasure-fueled moans echoing hers. For Mandragora, it was bliss. 

No Potter, no dark lady. Just the fantastic cock going in and out, touching every right spot inside her, the sound of slapping going around every time his hips hit her red spanked arse. SLAP,! SPLAT! The sounds her own pussy was making were obscene. 

She had barely came down from her first peek when she felt the second one building, the weight of his body deliciously pressed against her. 

"Yes yes yes yes!" Mandragora screamed. "Fuck me! Give it to meeeeeeaaaaah!"

It took only a few more minutes from his unforgiven pounding for her cum again, and this time, he was cuming with her. With a loud groan, Blaise tensed his muscles, his hips bucked forward, and he let go of his potent seed inside her. Mandragora moaned in pleasure as the magical warmth of his sperm washed over her with each rope shot inside of her. 

It was amazing.

***

"You still haven't told me where you have gone," Mandragora asked. They were still on Blaise's bed, lying beside one another, cuddling in their post-coital bliss. 

Blaise turned his head to look at her, appearing to be deep in thought, before speaking.

"You know, I can't trust to receive mail from my family in regards to more… delicate subjects." Mandragora looked curious at him. "Well, I received notice that my Mother wanted to talk to me. So, I went into the village early in the morning to get her message." He smiled at her. "It was a fascinating message."

"How so."

"My mother and a certain lady had come into an agreement. The time for neutrality is over, it seems." The wizard said while an evil grin spread on the girl's face. "That was not even the most interesting part, tho."

"Oh, really?"

"Mother asked me to assist you… it seems you have some important part to play."

Mandragora looked into his cold eyes, searching.

Nothing.

"What you need to know," Mandragora said, her index finger running over his delicious lips. "Is that I'm not the only one working here. There is one more…"

"Interesting d my hat is your role, milady?" Blaise asked.

"I am the decoy," Mandragora said.

.OvO.

Hermione, the one from this reality, the only one that should exist, she was sure of it,  watched with loathing as the Potters jumped out from the carriage, with their infuriating and yet, incredibly beautiful green eyes, followed by their entourage of pureblooded whores (Tracey was a half-blood, but she acted like them anyway).

They were talking and laughing at each other, having fun. A fun moment they should not be allowed to have. A fun moment the bushy-haired girl herself used to have with them before the handsome boy literally fell from nowhere between herself and her friends.

Wait? Handsome? No! What were those intrusive thoughts? Hermione clenched her teeth as she watched the "boy who lived" caressing the air in front of the carriage. Of course, he could see the thresdals. She could not.

The girl quickly hid behind a wall when Daphne turned in her direction. She didn't need the ice queen to see her in this enraged state. "C'mon Hermione…" the young witch mentally kicked herself. "As professor Snape said, you are better than this. You don't need them. Only Rose is important." Hermione thought, looking around the corner again. The group started walking up the main street, and, disillusioning herself, Hermione decided to follow them from a distance.

.oOo.

Hogwarts Hogsmeade weekends were always the busiest ones in the magical village, even in their little bookstore. Maybe it was because of the lack of television or other more modern entertainment options, but Hermione always admired the love and respect the magical world had for books. It was like that in her old world, and this new one was no different. At least in this regard. That was one thing that didn't need to change in the long run.

There were other flagrant differences between the two worlds, of course, the witch from another dimension, though, as she looked around at the groups of students doing their shopping, hanging out with friends, or on dates. That was one of the differences. There were way fewer couples here; the ratio between wizards and witches was really noticeable,  and, as she heard, it was getting worse. It was clearly a Great Britain problem, as Hermione hadn't noticed any similar occurrence anywhere. The leading theory was that the dark lady, or someone else, had cursed the British bloodlines somewhere in the past. 

Another difference was how much stronger and more forward the witches were. Hermione thought this would be a good thing, but unfortunately, the witches had fallen into the same traps of pureblooded tradition and greed their male counterparts had in her home world. 

Money, power, and greed. Always the same reasons. 

Hermione took a deep breath. The witch had to admit she was a little scared about how easily she was adapting to her new role in this world, especially now that Harry was here. The memories from before her "death" were more and more feeling like a dream or the memories of a book she had read long ago. Her friends were here, and Harry was here, and he loved her. It was almost too good.

Other than the scars. 

And the nightmares. 

In a twisted way, Hermione was almost thankful for those; she didn't want to forget her friends, and the reasons why they were fighting here. And she knew Harry was having the same problem the more they planted new roots in this weird but familiar place. 

Hermione was brought up from her musings by the sound of the bell over the door announcing the arrival of more people into the store. A bright smile graced her pretty face when the witch saw the group that entered her store. Hermione had to hold herself from running and hugging Harry as he gave her one of those crooked smiles. Rose had the same mischievous green on her face as she noticed Hermione's internal struggle. 

"Hello, Mione!" Harry said with a smile. Hermione noticed Susan possessively holding his hand and waving at her. Rose was a little more bold and walked to hug the older witch. Behind them, Padma and Daphne waved at her. Just like in their old world, Harry had his small entourage of girls, just this time, he was not oblivious to it. Good, Hermione thought, he deserved it.

"Good to see you all," Hermione said. 

"Of course, we would come, Mione," Rose said, using the nickname Harry had given her. Somehow, it didn't sound strange coming from the raven-haired girl. Weird. 

They talked for a while, Rose telling her about Digory and the detention. 

"It is sad how much the pureblood agenda is ingrained in all the houses…" Hermione said.

"What do you mean? Do you think Cho is a purist? But Luna is also pureblood…" Tracey said, more than a little confused.

"What Hermione is saying," Harry shipped in. "Is that this kind of thought goes beyond blood status. This kind of rhetoric creates an us vs them mentality, where one side is better than the other. Although muggle-borns are at the bottom place, they are not the only ones perceived as inferiors, and this kind of atmosphere empowers people to act like jerks." 

Tracey made a silent"oh" with her mouth and nodded. Hermione noticed Rose, Padma, and Daphne looking at Harry with dreamy eyes as he spoke and giggled. She could remember when she herself used to look at him with those same eyes. 

"I'm sure the process Apolline and Mom are moving against the prophet is not helping either," Rose said. 

"As fun as it is to catch up," Daphne said with her usual neutral tone. "We also have other more important reasons to be here." The witch looked around as the group formed a circle hiding the balcony from other people. "Show her." Daphne finished. 

Padma nodded and took something from her bottomless bag. The object was wrapped in cloth, and the girl placed it over the counter. Hermione unwrapped the piece of fabric, and her eyes went wide.

"Harry! Is that?" Hermione gasped as the other girls looked at her.

"I'm not sure, Mione," Harry answered. "It certainly looks like it, but it is different at the same time. I wanted you to see it before I drew any conclusions."

"Yes, it is different…" Hermione said, now that she looked at it more carefully.

"You can touch it; it is not a Horcrux," Harry said. "But, I doubt it is a coincidence."

"C'mon!" Rose said, annoyed. "Don't let us hanging!"

Hermione took the piece of jewelry to look closer as Harry spoke.

"We think this is Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem."

"What!"

"Wow…"

"Blimey…" The witches said in unison. 

"But it looks slightly different from the one we found in our world," Harry said.

"Different how?" Rose asked.

"In our timeline, the diadem was one of the seven Horcruxes snake face had created to live forever, and we had to destroy it with fiendfire. But here it is not."

"It makes sense, as the only Horcrux the dark lady created is…" Rose pointed at her forehead. 

"How did you get this?" Hermione asked.

"The headmaster sent it to me, and he said it would be useful against Mérope," Rose said. "But he didn't say how."

"Well, his mind is no longer working properly…" Padma said with a sad voice. They all looked at the metal piece, encrusted with precious stones, reflecting the sunlight as if it was new, even being more than a thousand years old. It was beautiful, though in an old-fashioned way. 

"Could it be, I don't know… nothing?" Susan asked. 

"Can we really bet on it being just a coincidence?" Rose said. "I would not."

"I also don't think so," Daphne said.

"Harry, take a look," Hermione said, pointing to a cluster of runes she found carved inside the diadem. Runes were one of the few subjects Harry was better than her. Runes and fighting. Harry looked curiously.

"Hum, I don't recognize some of those, weird. They seem very ancient." Harry took the jewel. "the ones I can recognize have to do with shield, mind, magic, and circles…" He looked closely. "Where did I see those …" The wizard whispered to himself.

Hermione took a piece of parchment and a ballpoint pen and started copying the clusters. 

"I will try to find something, and show it to you." She said, looking at Harry. 

"Maybe there is something over in the Black library," Rose said. "We have some very ancient books there." Hermione felt her heart beating faster at these words. "You can have a look once we are back home," Rose said, giving her a knowing look. 

The bell rang again, and they turned around, only to see Narcisa Black and Monica Granger entering the bookstore.

.OvO.

Rose looked surprised as the two women walked into the store, and sighed as Narcisa directed a glare toward Hermione. 

"Oh, I…" Monica said. "I didn't expect to find you here, Harry, Rose." The woman sounded anxious. 

"We can come back another time, Mona," Narcisa said. Rose could clearly see that the regal woman didn't want to be there.

"No, it's all right," Monica said. "I want to talk with them as well." Monica smiled at her lover. 

"Hum, we will check some books over there," Susan said, grabbing a very interested Tracey's arm. "Find them when you're done." The red-haired finished, pushing the blond with her, and being accompanied by Padma and Daphne. Rose and Harry nodded at them.

An uncomfortable silence downed between them, and Rose was sad to see the rift that had formed between her aunt, Monica, and the visitors from the other world. As much as Harry cared for the older women, Rose had no doubt he would always choose Hermione first. 

"Hi Mona, aunt Cissi…" Rose said, trying to ease things up. "I missed you." The young witch finished, only to step up and give her aunt a tight hug. She felt the tense woman relaxing a little as she returned the hug and felt a little relieved before doing the same with Monica. Harry restrained himself from doing the same, and it seemed to hurt the two women he had been so intimate with,  but Rose could feel he felt the same as them. 

Monica took a deep breath.

"Hermione," Monica said. "I… I want to apologize; wait, let me finish," She raised her hand before anyone could protest. "I truly regret some of the things I said to you, not all, but some. More than that, I regret how I said it and was not prepared to hear the truth laid to me the way you did…" The woman looked at Hermione and then at Harry. "I was in a bad situation, and in a very defensive place and acted inappropriately. I was hurt, true, but this is not an excuse to act the way I did. Or Cissy, for that matter." Monica said, looking at her lover. 

Hermione looked into the woman's gaze, and Rose could see her gaze softening. 

"I understand, Monica," Hermione said. "I am also sorry. Harry and I came from a very… harsh place, and when I saw you… using us, like so many tried to do, I snapped."

"I don't think she was trying to use you…" Rose said.

"I was, dear," Monica said. "Even if in an unconscious way." She looked at Harry and back at Hermione. "But, it was not so I could live a fairy tale, a fantasy. I was trying to use you to try and escape, to feel powerful so that I could overcome my fear, and my mistakes." Monica then looked at Narcisa with loving eyes. "But, I had already done it; I just haven't realized yet…" Narcisa smiled at her.

"Monica," Hermione said, holding the woman's hand. "I am really glad you realized that Harry is not your prince charming, and that I am not the daughter you wanted to have; I know how hard it is to have your dreams and expectations shattered. But, now you can finally view us from who we really are, and maybe, even like us." The young woman smiled. "It may not be today or tomorrow, but in time, we can all heal together, each giving the other strength."

"Thank you, Hermione," Monica said. "It means a lot to hear you say that."

Rose smiled as Monica pulled Hermione into a tight embrace, but her heart clenched when she thought about the girl who was one of her best friends, alone, just as broke as her mother.

.OvO.

The disillusioned Hermione, the one from this world, watched with clenched teeth through the window as her mother hugged the impostor. She could not hear what they were talking about, and right now, she didn't care. Not anymore.

The last thread of hope inside her finally snapped, and the girl felt herself falling down, even with her feet firmly on the ground. That was it. Rose, Bella, and her mother, they all tossed her out in favor of the monster from the other world.

She trembled.

Fear. Hate. Sorrow. Love.

Madness.

No one could see, not even herself, when her lips turned into a twisted grin and her pupils dilated. She turned around and started laughing. 

If Harry or his Hermione had seen her now, they would say she looked just like Bellatrix Lestrange.

.OvO.

As she walked down the corridors in the DMLE section of the ministry, Tonks could feel something was wrong. The young auror looked around at the new recruits. There were so many, with so little training. Moody had complained about that with Amelia, but the chief had shut his worries down, saying these were war times, and they didn't have the luxury to train the forces beyond the basics. 

Tonks thought that was like sending sheep to the slaughter, but Moody said it was even worse. 

"Without the complete training," the old auror had said. "Those kids are trained to fight but not to care or protect." Only then had Tonks realize the danger of letting them out on the streets. Fuck, some of those weren't even British; she was sure of that. 

She nodded as she passed Shacklebolt, fully aware that the senior auror shared her worries.

Over the last week or so, Tonks had also noticed the increase in movement of the troops; they were getting ready for something, even if the number of arrests and patrols hadn't increased. Amelia blamed Iris, and then, the mot after the minister had vanished. 

But, by far, the scariest trend the young auror noticed was the fact that the troops were fiercely loyal to Amelia Bones and not the country or the population. That was never good.

Tonks decided she needed to talk with her aunt Bellatrix as soon as possible.

Chapter Text

Last Chance to Dance (Bad Friend)

As she strode towards the atrium, Nymphadora Tonks was running a list of names through her head, trying to gather whom she could trust inside the DMLE at the moment, and to her demise, the list seemed to be very short. She could probably trust Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt, as their true loyalty still lay on the old order of the Phoenix, and Bellatrix had been part of it. Dawlish hated Amelia's guts, if nothing else, and a couple of cadets like her that looked up to Bellatrix, James, and Frank as heroes. 

*Fuck, so few!" She thought.

Luckily, or maybe sadly, very few aurors could handle a candle close to Harry and Rose Potter or Fleur Delacour nowadays, with how much of the training had been taken down. Even being directly trained by Moody, Tonks was thinking of asking Bellatrix for more help in that department; even after years of retirement, her aunt was still a force to be reckoned with. But the problem was that the dark lady, and, if she was right, now Amelia, had the numbers. 

The young woman was thinking those things when she heard the loud explosion sound of the ministry wards going down, not even a second before the big front doors exploded. 

Then, there was only chaos. 

Tonks could barely discern the noises around her, the ringing from the explosion mixed with the scream of the ministry workers and visitors. Spellfire. Tonks tried to center herself, drawing her wand as the first dark-robed figures entered through the destroyed door. Floo crackling, more death eaters were coming through the fireplaces. People tried to apparate but couldn't. Fear spread like wildfire.

"Stand aside!" A magically amplified voice echoed through the hall. "Stand aside, and no blood will be spilled!" Carrow, Tonks recognized the voice.

 It was no use, the aurors started returning fire, and in seconds, the fight had taken over the atrium. If she would be honest with herself, right now, Tonks didn't care about this fight. If it wasn't for the innocent people around them, she could care less about the death eaters and Amelia's new army killing themselves. As it was, she joined the fight, first to help the workers and then, so she could leave the place.

"We need to secure a fireplace!" The now purple-haired witch called to one of the auror cadets beside her. Good lad, fresh out of Hogwarts. "So people can floo away!" The young wizard nodded at her, and together, they moved towards the closer fireplace, trying to shield people around them and not to get too much attention towards them. 

The young wizard shot a body bind hex against one of the death eaters, who flew to the ground with a grunt, but was quickly freed by one of his companions. Images of Harry severing limbs and piercing chests came to Tonks's mind, together with Moody's booming voice: "You can't fight a war with schoolyard hexes!" And a powerful blasting curse shot from her wand. The death eater that was helping the other get freed from the ropes was thrown ten feet away, the left side of his robes becoming a mess of flesh, bone, fabric, and blood. The young auror looked at her with wide eyes.

"They will not show you mercy, Davison!" Tonks screamed. The man just nodded, still scared. "You!" She pointed at one of the ministry's senior workers. "Get everyone around! Make a line and agent out of here through the fireplace! We will cover for you! NOW NOW NOW!" The man nodded, and frantically started gathering people around him and pointing them at the floo. That was it; Tonks was doing her part, saving everyone she could. 

Suddenly, all the lights in the atrium dimmed, and Tonks felt like the warmth of the place was being sucked out. "Dementors?" She thought.

No, it was something much worse. 

It was like darkness itself had come to the ministry. The dark lady entered through the door, floating (she must be floating, Tonks couldn't see her legs, and she didn't seem like she was walking); the corset over her torso went down her body and became a cloud of pure darkness as her robes covered her legs. The hood over her head cast shadows over her face, and only the glowing red eyes were visible under it. The darkness spread like tendrils around her, and, with a lazy flick of her wand, the head of an auror got severed and flew into her waiting hand. The powerful witch caught the flying head and snorted before discarding it dismissively.

Power, Tonks realized, so much raw power. 

The dark lady moved forward, ignoring the fight all around, unless someone stupid enough tried to fire a spell against her. Tonks couldn't understand how, but it was like the dark lady's magic feed itself with any spell shot at her. Entire torsos exploded with a simple wand flick, bodies flew, and walls crumbled as the most powerful dark witch in millennia tore apart the elevator pit and moved deep inside the ministry building.

Tonks watched in awe, before regaining her bearings and moving inside the fireplace to escape this nightmare.

.OvO.

Barty Crouch Jr was quietly re-reading one of his favorite fiction books, The Neuromancer, inside his own head, courtesy of having eidetic memory and very advanced occlumency training, when he heard the muffled sound of an explosion, and he felt the building shaking. The wizard opened his eyes and licked his lips, a reflexive reaction he had every time he got anxious ever since he was a kid, and he got up.

The cell he was staying in was silenced, but he could see the aurors on guard duty getting very nervous about something, before starting to argue between themselves. How interesting, he thought. 

Then, he felt the walls trembling again; just this time, whatever it was causing it was much closer. The wizard watched with interest as the guards pointed their wands at the door at the end of the corridor. They were shaking. 

The door disappeared in a burst of dark flames just before a mantle of palpable darkness flooded into the detention corridor. The guards started shooting spells at something they couldn't see, but Barty was pretty sure he knew what it was. 

The wizard sighed.

He was already dead, just like the aurors outside his cell; they just didn't know it yet. Suddenly, one of them was thrown against the wall with so much force that Barty could see he left an outline with a mixture of blood and broken stone as he fell dead to the ground. The other tried to scream, but his head exploded like a rotten fruit, leaving his body still standing, resting against the opposite wall. 

It was an incredible display of power, Barty had to admit, as he watched the bars from his cell fold into themselves, like they were made of paper. The silencing charm was gone with them being destroyed, allowing the sounds of the battle above to reach him finally. Well, if he were going to die, it would be in the hands of the most powerful woman he had ever seen, at least. 

And there she was, coming like she was made from the darkness in front of him, the red eyes glowing as she gazed down at the wizard. 

Barty raised an eyebrow. He noticed something was different. It was almost like she was a different person. And yet, her magic was the same; he could feel it.

"Milady," The wizard said, with a slight bow from his head. If he were going to die, it would be with his head up. "I'm ready."

"Oh, are you now?" The witch hissed. 

Barty smiled at her.

"Yes. I know what I did, and, to be honest, milady, I don't regret it." The wizard shrugged. He had to be honest; he was surprised not to sense the usual menacing aura coming from the dark lady. She looked amused at him, actually. "Love can lead us to do the most reckless things, don't you agree?"

"I agree, Bartolomeu; sometimes we betray our superiors, and other times, we invade the ministry." The dark lady said, taking her hood out, and Barty watched, wide-eyed, as her face twisted and morphed, her features becoming younger.

"Delphi?" Barty whispered in awe. "How?"

The dark lady laughed, extending her hand to him.

.OvO.

Bartolomeu Crouch and Delphi were not what the dark lady wanted, but they would be enough for now.

At least until she could have the real prize: Rose and Harry Potter.

.OvO.

Curfew was drawing near, but Mandragora didn't care as she walked down the third-floor corridor being flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, as usual. The witch had just left the room of requirement, and things were moving forward at an excellent pace. It would happen very soon now.

Mandragora stopped when she heard someone behind them. For a treacherous moment, her magic wished it was Harry Potter again, but, if it were him, Crabbe and Goyle would already be on the ground. No, this was someone else, someone nowhere near as powerful, but brave nonetheless. 

"Malfoy!" The last voice Mandragora thought she would hear called. 

"Granger," Mandragora answered with a bored voice tone. She watched as the brunette witch approached with her wand up, the tip glowing with a spell ready to be cast. "Is past curfew, shouldn't you be crying in your bed over Potter or something?" Mandragora felt the rush of pleasure as she saw the girl clenching her teeth in anger. 

But, she noticed there was something different. Something Mandragora had only seemed a hint of when she gave the other witch the untraceable wand. But now, it was more than just a hint, and it had taken over the other witch's eyes.

Madness. 

And, if she would be honest with herself, Mandragora had to admit it was scary. Hermione's lips twitched and trembled, and her hair was even wider than usual. But her magic was flaring. More powerful than ever before. 

"I want in!" Hermione called.

Mandragora raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about, Granger." The blond girl smirked.

"Sod off, Malfoy! You know it very well! I want in!" Granger was almost screaming.

Mandragora grinned. This was almost too good to be true.

"Why?" The Slytherin asked. 

Hermione's eyes glowed with power and madness for just a second.

"I want to break the Potters!" Granger hissed.

.OvO.

Bellatrix watched in disbelief as the wands went up with their tips glowing with a blue hue. Some of those people were alive in the thirties; didn't they remember what happened then?

Or worse, maybe they just agreed.

"Thank you!" Amelia's amplified voice echoed through the wizengamot chamber. "I want to say how honored, and also humbled I feel by the trust you are depositing in me. I have no illusions, the times are dark, and the enemy at our gates will not stop until it destroys everything we hold true about ourselves. Sometimes, harsh measures are needed, and I solemnly accept the burden of being the one taking those measures. Rest assured that I will do my best to fight not only the enemies threatening us from the outside, but also those from the inside! As your chancellor, I promise to bring back order, and deliver you back a new magical Britain!"

People applauded, but Bellatrix had seen this rhetoric before, in the mouths of more than one dictator, and, if the disturbing news Nymphadora Tonks had brought them were even partially true, Amelia was assembling an army loyal to her. In the end, the attack on the ministry had been the push Amelia needed to take the power finally.

There would be no giving Britain back; the witch knew it. Bellatrix looked around and saw the concern on Melody and Augusta's faces.

Their time was running out.

Bellatrix approached the official's podium while other lords and ladies left the chamber after a tiresome meeting. Amelia was gathering her paperwork, waving her wand as the papers folded themselves and floated into her leather suitcase. Bellatrix waited patiently; she knew Amelia would make her stay until the chamber was almost empty before speaking to her. 

"Ah, lady Potter-Black, what can I do for you?" Amelia finally said with a smile.

"Well, I believe congratulations are in order, chancellor Bones," Bellatrix answered, not liking the grim on the other woman's face.

"Well, thank you. It is not a position I wished for, but unfortunately, it is the one I am needed." Amelia answered, and Bellatrix could see clearly through the lie. 

"Of course." The raven-haired witch nodded.

Amelia looked into her eyes through the silence that followed, before smiling.

"Bella," The chancellor said, and Bellatrix cringed at the use of the nickname. "We can make this work!"

"I'm Sorry, what?" Bellatrix was surprised.

"I know things are a little astray between us at the moment, but think about it, Bella," Amelia smiled at her, a very predatory smile. "At first, I thought it was a trick for emaciation, but now I can see that Susan and Harry really love each other, and we will become family! Bella, with your influence and my new position, we can bring real change to the country; we can finally make it a better place for our kids!" The woman sounded passionate, and Bellatrix was taken aback. 

Bellatrix took a deep breath, now was not the time for this confrontation; she needed to think.

"I don't know, Amelia," she said. "I still need to see what kind of change you want to bring. Let me think about it."

"Of course, Bella. Just remember, I'm doing this for Susan, and, as a mother, I know you can understand."

.OvO.

"You know you can't trust her, right?" Apolline Delacour asked Bellatrix late that night after the witch got home. 

"Of course not!" Bellatrix answered. "Amelia says she wants what's best for our kids, as long as she is the one deciding it. I have heard this kind of talking before." She finished, downing the glass of whiskey in her hand.

"I say, let them kill each other, Amelia and the dark lady." Nymphadora Tonks chimed in. 

"I don't think this would work," Narcissa said. "I still think they have some kind of agreement."

"I believe so, too," Apolline said. 

"Neither seems the kind that shares power, though," Bellatrix said. 

"No, they will probably turn against each other sooner or later," Narcissa wondered. "But, what do both of them want that could make them work together like that?"

The women looked at each other, realization dawning on them.

"Rose…"

Apolline took a deep breath. The veela could only hope their plans worked, that the coven, and especially Harry, would give Rose strength enough to face and defeat the dark lady. If they succeed, Amelia Bones wouldn't have enough political power to stand against the saviors of wizarding Britain. 

Maybe then, their kids could have a peaceful future. 

And Apolline would do anything for that to happen.

OvO.

Hermione Granger, the girl from another world, watched in awe as Rose Potter, the girl who lived, worked her mouth around Harry Potter's rigid, pulsating member. There, laid against the enormous campfire, that burnt with a supernatural potency, with colorful flames that danced with more colors than a rainbow, the Potters were the personification of how magic flew in between every living thing. 

Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Apolline, or rather, their bodies, as at this point, Hermione was pretty sure the magical entities had taken over them. 

Hermione was on her knees, dressed in a robe with fabric so thin that it was almost entirely see-through, and yet, she didn't feel the warmth from the campfire or the cold from the January wind. Only magic, as Rose's mouth, worked on Harry's hard cock. The raven-haired girl bobbed her head up and down, engulfing more than half of Harry's dick every time she bottomed, before coming up with a sucking sound. Harry's cock was glowing as the saliva that covered it reflected the colorful flames of the campfire behind them. Hermione resisted the urge to touch herself at the scene. Tonight, she was theirs. 

The bushy-haired witch unconsciously licked her lips when Harry's muscles tensed, the shin layer of sweat that covered his abs and arms glowing as he fought not to buck his hips into Rose's mouth and he clenched his teeth as he came, and to Hermione, at that moment, he was the most beautiful man in the world, and she loved him. She noticed Rose swallowing the first ropes of sperm, as it was too much, before she got up, with an expression of pure delight on her pretty face. Hermione watched, almost hypnotized, as Harry's other half walked the couple of steps that separated them. Rose gently placed her hand on Hermione's chin and lifted her head, looking deeply into her chocolate eyes with a smile. Dutifully, Hermione opened her mouth and moved her tongue slightly forward, ready for what was to come. Rose closed her eyes and opened her own mouth, letting Harry's thick seed, mixed with her saliva, flow into the other witch's tongue. Hermione felt their magic as soon as the still-hot sperm touched her, sending shockwaves of pleasure and power through her body. As Rose fed her Harry's seed, Hermione thought of how intimate and yet how erotic the act was. 

"Are you ready to surrender yourself completely to the coven?" Rose asked after the last drop of Harry's cum left her mouth. Hermione swallowed with gusto, letting the warmth of their magic float her own core. 

"Yes, I am ready to surrender my body, soul, and magic…" She answered. 

Rose stepped aside, and Harry stood there, his hand extended to Hermione. The wizard had a roguish grin, and his member was rock-hard, pulsating with power and magic. At that moment, he looked like a god, and Hermione couldn't believe he was there for her. His hand was extended for her. His cock was hard for her. Hermione felt wanted, desired, and beautiful. For a moment, she could be his goddess. 

And that smile.

Hermione took the offered hand, letting her magic flow and be engulfed by Harry's own power. It surrounded her, but not in a suppressing way. Instead, their magic mingled and combined; even if his was stronger, it never tried to overcome hers. 

The magically charged wizard took her calmly to the summoned altar, helping Hermione to lay on it. The witch was barely aware that the stone actually felt a little soft, so focused that her senses were on the young man with her, the man she had loved for so long. Hermione closed her eyes when Harry bent down and kissed her, slowly and passionately, his hands running down her exposed arms, then her belly before moving into her hips and her thighs. Goddess, how she loved his kiss. Harry had been her first kiss, and at this moment, she wouldn't care if he was the only one from now on. 

The wizard raised the soft fabric from her ceremonial robes from her legs and hips. Hermione shivered as his lips came closer to her ears, and he spoke to her.

"I want to see you, all of you…" Harry whispered.

Hermione bit her lip, and noticed how this simple action seemed to fuel the fire in Harry's eyes, but she also knew what he wanted, and she would give it to him. The witch started spreading her thighs, and lifting her knees high up her body, until she held them with her hands, almost until they touched her shoulders, exposing herself completely to Harry. And she knew he could see her entirely. She felt the mixture of shame and arousal, knowing that Harry could see her swollen outer lips, punctuated by a few of her curly pubes, then her pink fleshy inner labia glistening with her abundant juices, just under her pulsating clitoris, begin for attention. Hermione knew he could see her pink, pulsating anus, ready for his taking. The witch was suddenly hyper-aware that she was surrounded by other girls, all of them waiting to watch as Harry took what was his. A blush took over her body, but the sensation didn't even come close to the desire she was feeling. 

"Fuck, you are beautiful, Hermione…" Harry finally said, taking his raging erection in hand. Hermione was about to answer, but stopped when Harry touched her vulva with his hard cock. In that position, the wizard had a free hand to run the underside of his dick all across her damp pussy lips, firstly going all the way back, and a little more, until the tip of his gland touched her pucket hole, then back up, caressing her clit as he moved. And even just that was divine to her.

"So fucking beautiful…" He whispered while rocking his erection back and forth over her.

"Aaaah…" Hermione whimpered back. "you too, Harry, you are so… aaaah…" Hermione couldn't finish; Harry captured her lips into a very passionate kiss at the same time. He raised his hips, guiding the tip of his member to her entrance. 

Without releasing her mouth, Harry penetrated her slowly, and Hermione savored each second as his cock spread her inner walls, adjusting herself to his size and his form. Goddess, he was perfect to her; the size was just right not to hurt, but able to stimulate every part of her. But what made things even better was the adoration and pleasure Hermione could see on his face.

When their hips finally met, and Harry was entirely inside of her, Hermione felt whole, complete, almost like they melted perfectly together. Somewhere in the Back of her mind, she knew all the other girls should feel the same, but right now, it didn't matter. All it mattered was the wizard kissing her, his magic around her, and his hot, pulsating flesh inside of her inner walls. She had literally died, and this was heaven.

When their lips finally parted, Harry lightly pressed his forehead against hers, and started moving back, slowly, one more time stimulating every sensitive spot inside of her. Hermione grunted at the feeling, her muscles clenching to him as he slid back until it was almost unbearable, only for him to push back inside of her. Hermione moaned; it was so good. Harry positioned himself over her, pinning her legs with his shoulders and keeping her hips up, giving him the perfect angle for his pushes. The wizard grunted and steadily started increasing the speed of his plowing, his pelvis hitting her clit every time he bottomed into her. 

Hermione's moans got louder, and the witch felt their magic mingling, her own magic getting stronger as it became one with Harry's, and then, to her surprise, it began to expand. Hermione's eyes went wide; first, she could sense Rose's magic, so familiar and yet so different; then, one by one, she felt each of the coven's members, each one so unique, and so passionate at the same time. There was so much love, so much passion, and desire. They welcomed her as their own, embracing her magic into them. 

And that, together with the immense pleasure Harry was giving her as he kept driving his hard and hot dick inside her pussy, was too much. 

Hermione came, and it was different from every time before. The witch came in an explosion of pleasure, love, and magic, like an explosion. Her eyes went wide, but she couldn't see; there was only light. Light and…

"HARRY!" Hermione screamed in bliss.