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“Freed us?”
Bella - Death - gaped at her sister. She was still touching her flesh, feeling her soft, supple skin with wonder. It was so different from when she'd inhabited a body before. All those other times, she had felt like a parasite burrowing into a host, controlling a body that was not truly her own. It had felt jarring, awkward, even the act of speaking through human lips had been like grinding through a rough stone.
This, though… this felt amazing. This felt incredible! This body was her own, and contained within it was everything that she was, everything that made her Death.
She looked to her sister, who bore a smug smile on her face - such a beautiful face! - and Death smiled back.
“I have, sister. I have freed us from our celestial prison, and now, we shall do as we wi-”
Fate was cut off. Literally. Five guillotine blades had materialized over her head and swiftly come down, slicing her body into chunks as blood sprayed like a fountain.
Harry J. was glaring hatefully at Fate's remains as he held his phone out, panting and hunched over from having impacted the wall.
On the opposite side of the room, Lucky Harry and the girls gaped in shock at the gory scene.
Harry opened his mouth. “Was that really-”
“Don't you for one fucking second try and defend that bitch!” Harry J. spat, “Killing her is less than what she deserves, much less.”
Fate's giggle sent a cold chill running down all of their spines. Her mouth, which had been diced off into a neat rectangle, lay perpendicular to her eyes, which narrowed sinisterly as she continued to laugh.
“And what made you think you could kill me, mortal, when death is here before us?”
Harry J. seethed. “Fucking bitch! I want to see you laugh when I have all your chunks floating in jars!”
“How would you accomplish that, mortal, when I am whole? After all, your attack failed.”
Reality itself warped at her words, and in an instant, Fate was standing in the same spot she had been, completely whole. There was not a single drop of blood on the floor, and the blades that Harry J. had conjured lay uselessly on the floor.
“Do you realize now how outmatched you are? No, you are far too arrogant for that aren't y-”
Harry J. had thrust his phone out again, this time completely muting Fate, who rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.
“Did you really think I needed to speak to use my powers, mortal?” She tutted, shaking her head as her auburn hair bounced from side to side. “I grow tired of these parlor tricks. Mercifully, you never did quite get around to inventing any of this, did you? Not with such a simple mind.”
The entire space around them shifted, and when the girls stopped stumbling around to regain their footing, they saw that the very ground below them had changed.
Gone was the sleek marble floor of Harry J.’s vault. They were now standing atop the rough cobblestone of old Diagon Alley, in fact, they were now in the middle of Diagon Alley, and around them, wizards and witches, wearing robes and wielding wands, were shooting them odd looks, especially directed at the two naked seven year old girls.
Harry J. had changed as well. He was wearing robes and glasses now, and his face that had once been filled with rage was now simply one of complete an utter confusion.
“W-What's going on? Where am I?”
Death stepped up next to her sister, a confident smirk now forming on her own face. “Where you are matters not, Potter. After all, you are dead.”
The light in Harry J.’s eyes faded away in an instant, his body crumpling to the floor with a resounding thump.
Fate giggled as Harry and the girls looked on in shock. All around them, people gasped and some screamed as Harry J.’s lifeless eyes stared off into space.
“That's the spirit, sister.” Fate said, holding her hand out to Death, who grasped it firmly.
Fate waved her hand, and a tear opened up in space in front of them, cleaving two unfortunate onlookers in half in the process.
“Come, sister, we have much to do.” Death nodded, throwing her long, ink-black hair back as she allowed her sister to lead her towards the breach.
Just before stepping through the tear, Fate glanced over her shoulder, shooting Harry and the girls a smug smirk.
“Never say I am not a merciful goddess. You may enjoy what little time you have left in this world before it crumbles to dust.”
Her smirk turned feral, an evil grin contorting young Lily Evan's angelic features. “Soon enough, you'll even be reunited with your precious daddy.”
And with that, the sisters disappeared into the breach, which instantly stitched itself and vanished into thin air.
“Well fuck.” Harry said, his face pale as he stared at Harry J.’s corpse.
The girls were equally horrified, but Delphi's eyes widened as her hand jumped to her pocket. She dug inside, letting out a gasp as she felt cold glass against her palm.
“Girls! The snow globe, I still have it!” She pulled it out of her pocket and held it up for all to see.
“It survived, even though she changed the past.” Harriet said.
“I mean, if she changed the past, why are we even here? Hell, how do we even remember any of this?” Lyra rubbed her temples, grumbling lightly, “This is all so confusing.”
“Are you really worried about all that?” Fleur snapped. “They said they're going to destroy everything! Fucking Bella! I changed her diaper so many fucking times!”
“Everything.” Harry croaked, cold sweat beginning to pour down his forehead. “W-What do you mean by everything?”
The girls scoffed at him. “Whaddya think, genius?” Delphi asked.
“We need to get daddy out of here.” Harriet said as she took the snowglobe from Delphi.
“Maybe if we just break it?” Fleur said hesitantly, though it was clear in the other's expressions that none of them thought it would be that simple.
Before anything else could be said, the ground began to rumble violently. The already panicked crowd around them truly began to lose their mind, with gunshot pops of apparition echoing through the alley as Harry and the girls fell to their knees.
The ground began to crack, the air around them began to heat up as the sky took on a blood red tint.
The end was near.
…
It looked like outer space. A pure black void with a seemingly endless backdrop of twinkling lights scattered all about.
Yet it was so much more. Each and every one of those lights was a universe unto itself, and the black vacuum of space was the very fabric of reality itself, the thread that stitched all of existence together.
Outlined by their red and purple auras, Fate and Death walked amongst the vast emptiness, feet somehow finding purchase on the empty void.
“It all looks so different, when viewed from behind a pair of eyes.” Death said in wonder as she glanced all over.
“Indeed.” Fate mused. “It's all so much smaller, narrower. And yet… its never been so clear.”
“You realize what you plan to do, sister?”
Fate smiled serenely. “I do. When this is done, we will no longer be known as Death or Fate.” She snorted. “Perhaps I should call you Bella, from now on.”
“And you Lily?” Bella said with a lilt of humor in her voice.
“Lilith was the name of the first woman, was it not? Or at least that's how the human myth goes… I like it very much.” Lily held her hand out, laying her palms out flat before looking at her sister.
“Come now, sister, let us tear down this façade.”
Bella's hand joined hers, and as the aura surrounding both girls intensified, they clenched their fists. They grasped at the vast, infinite emptiness before them, and their fingers wrapped around something.
It was like cloth in their hands, as if they'd latched onto a pitch-black curtain. Lily and Bella tugged, and the cloth resisted, the fabric straining and stretching but refusing to tear.
Emerald and violet eyes narrowed in concentration as they exerted more power. They grit their teeth, the non-existent muscles of their thin, seven-year-old arms straining as they pulled.
When the fabric finally tore, the sound was deafening. It reverberated throughout all of creation, shaking the heavens themselves as in the distance, the bridges connecting the nexus began to crumble.
Reality itself screamed in agony as its flesh was rendered from its bones. As their hands finally pulled as far back as they could manage, they'd torn a gash big enough to fit a galaxy through.
Black ink began to bleed from the wound as the firmament shook. Lily and Bella walked forward with confidence, even as they became enveloped by the blood of reality.
They swam through the thick sap, resisting the tidal wave that formed as it continued to rush through the wound that they had opened. Lily squeezed Bella's hand as, with a burst of power, they jetted through the sea of ink.
They burst out from the gunk and onto solid ground.
Bella raised her head as the ink dripped from her body in thick globs, nary a splotch being left behind as the substance seemed to be repelled by her body.
They were standing inside of a throne room, a small circular chamber surrounded by a moat of black that was currently swirling downward as if the plug had been pulled from a drain.
Everything was encased in a prism of glass which shone in every colour imaginable. At the center of it was a throne, an edifice that towered far above them, its gargantuan size somehow being contained by the tiny chamber.
“Father.” Bella said as she looked at the figure that sat upon the throne.
To say it was alive or dead would be a pointless description. Seated on the throne was a massive skeleton, each of its toe-bones the size of an elephant. The bones were grey and dusty, and the skeleton wore a faded black robe that reached down to its knees.
Its mouth hung open, a pair of horns protruding out from its forehead and curling to the sides like a ram. Its face was more-monstrous than human-like, resembling the skull of a dragon, with an angular maw filled with mis-matched rows of razor sharp teeth.
Its empty eye sockets were angled to the side and sunken in. On the throne's headrest, there was a massive golden arch with four gems glinting. Yellow, blue, orange and white. There were three empty sockets, where three other gems should have been embedded.
“What a wretched existence.” Lily said. “To think he would subject us all to this torture.”
“What will happen to the others?” Bella asked, her eyes glossing over the third missing gem.
“They will be better off. That is for certain.” Lily said. “From the corpse of this reality, we shall create our own, sister.”
Bella raised her palm, her hand crackling with power as a purple-black orb formed, light flickering as dark lightning arced across her fingers.
Bella gasped as Lily came up behind her, pressing her body against her own. She hissed as she felt her sister's flat chest on her back. Her nipples were hard, and Lily ground her pussy up against her bum, its heat making Bella shudder.
“Do it, sister. End it all. Erase this farce known as existence.” Lily brushed her hair aside, her breath ghosting over Bella's skin. Bella leaned back, turning her head until she was angled just right to force her lips against her sister's.
An eternity's worth of pent up emotion erupted as the sisters moaned into the kiss. Their tongues - real, soft flesh - clashed against each other, their passion was intense as their hair, blood and void, merged into a single curtain.
Bella panted. This all felt so wonderful, so amazingly exquisite. Lily reached around her and tweaked one of her nipples, making her little clit flutter in anticipation.
As Lily continued to knead at her flat chest, Bella felt a light push on her elbow and she smiled into the kiss. She relaxed her control, and a blast of death erupted from her hand.
She fully turned around, wrapping her arms around her sister's neck as they deepened their kiss. Their chests rubbed together, and their hips began to gyrate in unison as they ground their pussies up against one another.
Meanwhile, the surge of black energy that had left Bella's hand had struck the skeleton of their father. In the grand scheme, it was like the smallest of insects settling on the side of a mountain.
But the darkness doubled in size, and then it doubled again, and it grew exponentially until the entire body was engulfed.
As the sisters became more and more embroiled in their passion, their father's body began to rapidly decay, the lights above the throne began to flicker off, dying away one by one.
The body began to topple over, bones exploding into clouds of dust as the moat drained much more quickly now.
On the floor, Lily was on top of Bella, the two indulging in the incestuous lust as everything around them crumpled into nothingness.
…
Reality burst at the seams. What had once been a vast horizon was exposed as the stage play that it truly was.
Everything was fraying, the curtains were falling, and everywhere and anywhere, the black ooze was leaking out onto the streets of Diagon Alley, and everything it touched was instantly erased.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do?!” Lyra yelled as she tried to summon a gale of wind to blow the ink away. The moment the wind reached the encroaching ink, it was completely snuffed out.
Harry and the girls had formed a tight circle as everything around them crumbled. It was like they were trying to hold up a leaky tent in a torrential downpour.
Harry grit his teeth, panic growing in his eyes as their world continued to shrink.
“Protego!” He incanted desperately.
An opaque dome flickered into existence around them. As the apocalypse came, their final line of defense was a wafer-thin layer of basic magic.
And it held.
“H-How?!” Delphi exclaimed as Harry's shield held true.
The blackness quickly engulfed everything else, leaving them trapped in their tiny little strip of existence, several worn cobblestones and a sliver of blue sky.
“I-I'm just lucky, I guess.” Harry laughed weakly.
Their miraculous survival did not lessen their despair. The walls had closed in entirely, and every avenue seemed to lead to instant death.
The strained grunt that Harry let out let them all know that they were on a timer, and it was quickly running out.
“M-Maybe we should just use the sword on the globe? Or maybe Fleur has some veela magic that she can use… or…” Delphi's lips trembled as she fell to her knees. She let out a loud wail, a wail that her sisters felt in their soul.
Lyra and Harriet shared a look. They tried finding some sort of strength, some sort of determination, but there was none to be found.
Harriet hoisted the sword of Gryffindor up over her shoulder. “I'll cut through the globe with the sword. It'll work out, I just know it will.”
Her voice felt feeble and weak. She'd tried to project some sort of confidence, to speak the miracle they needed into existence. They all knew she'd failed.
But there was nothing to it. They were going to die, but they still had to try.
“Wait.” Harry called out just as Harriet was about to swing the sword. “Don't”
“Do you have any better ideas?!” Fleur asked, pure manic desperation filling her voice.
Harry looked down at the blade, his expression hardening, and then he bowed his head. “Stab me first.”
“What?!”
“That's the sword of Gryffindor, isn't it? It becomes imbued with anything it pierces. Well, stab me, imbue the sword with whatever's in me that helps me survive what I shouldn't!”
The girls shared wild looks. It was an insane idea, but with existence itself being ripped apart around them, it gave them hope.
“A-Alright. Harriet will stab you in the stomach. It'll be a grazing wound, you'll be in a lot of pain but we can heal you right back up.” Lyra said.
But both Harriet and Harry bore grim looks on their faces. It seemed that they both understood what had to happen. “That won't be enough.” Harriet sait.
“What are you talking about?!”
Harry lifted his chin up, a serene smile coming across his face. “The type of luck you need, to survive something like this… aim straight for my heart, will you dear?”
Harriet nodded. “Thank you… thank you for doing this.”
Harry shook his head, bitter tears streaming down his face. “Your father, he can do incredible things, can't he? He's much more talented than I ever was. If he can unstick this mess… could you… could he look over my baby girl?”
Harriet smiled right back, her own lips trembling. “Daddy will.”
Harry closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath before he opened them back up, his face now a river of tears. “Well, come on then, before my luck runs out.”
Harriet thrust forward, and as her sisters looked on in abject shock, the sword of Gryffindor pierced through Harry Potter's chest.
“GAAAAH!” Harry choked on the blood that gushed out of his mouth, trickling doen to join the river of blood that was streaming down from his chest and onto the grooves of the blade.
“I-I'm s-so sorry.” Harriet said as she struggled to keep a firm grip on the sword. Harry smiled weakly, his body growing limp already as his strength left him. “Just give my baby girl a kiss for me, will you?”
More blood rushed out from the wound, which had pierced right through Harry's heart. As the sword became bathed in his life blood, Harry's shield flickered for the last time, and the sea of darkness came rolling down on them like a thick wall of molasses ready to smother them, to snuff out the last of the dying light.
Just as the girls opened their mouths up to scream, Harriet yanked the sword out from Harry's chest and in one motion, she swung it down on the orb.
There was a loud sound of glass shattering before everything was obscured by the oppressive darkness.
Fleur didn't dare open her eyes, for fear that when she did, it would be even darker than when they had been closed.
Was she already dead? Then again, if she were dead, how could these thoughts be running through her mind? If she were dead, her heart wouldn't be beating out of her chest.
If she were dead, she wouldn't have felt the firm hand that rested on her shoulder.
Hesitantly, she opened her eyes and dared to look up.
She gasped as a handsome face smirked confidently back at her. The emerald green eyes, the familiar, intoxicating musk, it all told her exactly who was standing over her, even if his usual stubble had darkened into a well-groomed beard.
“Daddy!?” She squealed. Her voice trembled as Harry ran a hand through her hair.
“I believe they missed us, dear.” Emily said with a lazy smile.
Harry and Emily were there, standing tall and proud and relaxed, as if the world wasn't disintegrating around them. They were both wearing long, flowing black robes with long capes fluttering in an invisible wind.
“D-Daddy… mummy… h-how…” Delphi trailed off as she took in their surroundings.
They were standing under a beautiful structure made out of sparkling glass. It had a domed ceiling and a circle of pillars, and there were many beautiful, elegant flourishes and curves that branched out from it.
They were standing in the middle of a gorgeous, translucent pavilion, a glass prism, a work of art.
To Lyra, it looked more like they were standing under a fountain, as the terrifying blackness that had consumed all in its path was now flowing freely around them as a silky black liquid, pooling at the steps of their platform, but never rising above it.
“The how does not matter. At least, not at the moment.” Emily said. She thrust her hand out to the side, gripping her cape, and in the movement, the blackness that surrounded them was repelled for miles in each direction, leaving them alone in a white plane.
The girls were on them, they were all over them, they cried and wailed, let out every single emotion they'd kept bottled up as Harry and Emily hugged them and held them close.
Harry glanced over at his counterpart's body. He walked over and knelt down over it.
“He saved us, daddy. If it wasn't for him…”
Harry nodded. “We owe him a great debt.” He reached down and grabbed the elder wand from his fingers, he glanced at Emily, and after a nod from her, he placed the wand in lucky Harry's coat pocket.
“Daddy, won't you need that?” Lyra said.
Harry smirked. “We've grown beyond it, my dear.”
“But daddy, you don't understand. A-All of this, it was-”
“Fate.” Emily said calmly.
The girl's eyes widened. “How did you know?”
“We had plenty of time to talk.” Harry said before his eyes narrowed. “Did you leave Bella behind?”
They shook their heads vehemently. “She was Death all along! Fate and her went and… and they did all this!” Delphi said.
Harry and Emily looked quite triumphant at this. “So Fate and Death erased all of creation, then?”
The girls nodded, confused at the pleased looks on their parents faces.
“T-That's a good thing?” Lyra asked.
“Oh, it is a very good thing, my dear.” Harry grabbed his daughter by the waist and pulled her to him, doing the same with Fleur on his other side.
“Indeed. The slate is clean. Now, the only thing that will triumph is power.” Emily said. She began to rub circles on Delphi's back as she lifted Harriet's chin up. The wolf-girl's emerald eyes went big as Emily licked her lips.
“Auntie Em… s-shouldn't we be thinking about fighting them?”
Emily chuckled, her voice melodic and confident as she brushed her lips against Harriet's, the soft kiss concealing a burning intensity that made Harriet shudder.
She broke the kiss, her lips still hovering right over her lips. “What makes you think we aren't, my dear?”
“Preparations for battle have already begun.” Harry said as his hand drifted inside of Lyra's shirt. He began to rub his teenage daughter's nipple while his other hand roamed all over Fleur's nine-year old veela body.
Harry kissed Lyra, his tongue slipping into his daughter's mouth while her hands went to his face, the coarse hairs of his beard sending a tingle directly down to her core.
Their surroundings shifted. Harry and Emily's magic bent to their slightest whim. They were inside of a grandiose room, with a massive bed in the center covered in sheets made of the finest silk.
The girls, who had been starved of the love that they so regularly received, easily surrendered to the flames that their parents had stoked.
Heated kisses were exchanged with throaty moans, and clothes were torn asunder as the reunited Gaunts became suffocated by their passion.
“Don't they look so beautiful, darling?” Emily cooed. She was kneeling behind her husband, milky breasts draped over his shoulders as Harry sat on the edge of the bed.
On the floor, his daughters were in a feeding frenzy. All four were kneeling, naked bodies rubbing and brushing up against each other as they worked in unison to worship their daddy's magnificent cock.
Ever so brave, Delphi had managed to swallow his head whole. The nine-year-old was now bobbing her head, refusing to relinquish the hold she had on his cockhead as her other sisters licked all around the shaft. Lyra, Harriet and Fleur's tongues all swirled around him, drifting from his shaft to his nutsack as they pleased their daddy.
Harriet, his little puppy, brought her muzzle down and swallowed one of his balls into her mouth. Meanwhile Fleur reached around her sister's bodies, groping their asses and pussies until she located her twin's. Before Delphi had time to react, Fleur pushed her index finger deep into her rosebud.
Delphi gasped and moaned, and Fleur did not waste the chance, bumping her sister's head off and wrapping her lips around daddy's cock.
But Lyra had been paying attention too, and her own lips wrapped around the other side of Daddy's wonderful head.
Emily sighed in satisfaction, massaging Harry's shoulders as Lyra and Fleur's tug-of-war over his cock ended with their lips meeting, tongues undulating over his cum-slit as they lapped away at his pre-cum.
More than a bit miffed, Delphi tried to bump her way in, and then Harriet joined, and all four girls were holding on to a small bit of Harry's head, four tongues joining together to pleasure their father.
“Look at them, daddy. They're so needy. They've been starved for far too long.” Emily leaned further into her husband. “Give them what they crave.”
Harry grunted, and with all their tongues stoppering it, his cum shot out in thick, jagged spurts, coating their hungry tongues and sending the girls into an even bigger frenzy as they fought to swallow it all.
Fleur's left eye got sprayed and Harriet jumped to lick away at it while Lyra was able to wrap her lips around the entire head and get two good, deep gulps in, his thick life-giving seed running down her throat, before Delphi managed to push her off and swallow some for herself.
Harry came like a fire-hose, and in the end it was too much even for his four baby girls, whose faces ended up absolutely glazed in semen before Emily's hand came down, her thumb over his slit stopping the onslaught.
“They're a bit out of practice, aren't they?” She mused as Lyra and Delphi jumped at the chance to suck Harry's cum off of Harriet's furry tits.
“Now now, love, you know I am not the same as I was.” Harry said with a chuckle.
Emily leaned further over Harry's back until her tits were dangling at either side of his head. She then removed her finger from his slit, and two powerful jets of cum shot out, splashing against her milky breasts before finally petering out.
“Girls.” Emily beckoned with her fingers as she pulled back from her husband, jiggling her cum-glazed tits, “Mommy needs some love too.”
Harriet and Lyra, still well-soaked in cum themselves, were taken in by Emily's siren-call. Emily slithered like a snake on the bed as she backed away. The two girls crawled on their hands and knees as all three women soon became a tangle of limbs, with Lyra sucking on her aunt's cum-soaked tits while Harriet latched her mouth onto her pussy.
Leaving Harry with his two not-so-innocent baby girls.
“Daddy! We missed you so much!” Fleur pouted as she and Delphi ground their bodies against each other, knowing that seeing their lithe little figures would drive their daddy mad.
Harry licked his lips as he took in their bodies. His cock had stayed hard, and now it was hot, it was burning, it was ready to fuck their little girl pussies raw.
Harry's cock vibrated, and the girls gasped at it suddenly split in two.
Two cocks, both equally thick and meaty, curving opposite ways.
“Daddy! What's this?” Delphi asked as the two girls drew closer, their eyes big with curiosity and hunger.
“Something I came up with just for you. My little princesses.”
They squealed with glee, jumping onto his lap. Harry chuckled as they jockeyed for position, and soon, he had his two little girls hovering over his cocks.
They grabbed each other's hands, lacing their fingers together before sinking down onto his cocks.
“Oooooh!” They moaned in unison as Harry's cocks broke through their little pussies. They fought through the discomfort of having something so huge and thick spearing through them, wriggling down until they finally managed to sink all the way down.
They screamed in ecstasy as Harry's cock punched through their cunnies and into their wombs, leaving a big, visible bulge in their lower stomachs. The girls leaned back, supporting each other with their hands as they pushed their feet together, their toes mimicking their hands and curling around each other.
The girls rocked back and forth on Harry's lap, grinding his cock deeper and deeper into their wombs, burrowing his head against the lining as his shaft battered their quivering pussies into ecstasy.
Harry pulled their heads towards him and engaged them in a three way kiss as he fucked them, bouncing them up and down on his lap. The girl's feet twitched against each other as they were hammered into, being fucked silly by Harry's powerful cocks.
He felt them orgasm around him, reaching their peak simultaneously. He could have kept going, could have fucked them right on through their first peak, but instead, Harry buried himself as deep as he could go inside his baby girls, unleashing a new torrent of cum deep into their fertile little wombs.
He filled them, making their bellies bulge as their wombs expanded with his seed. He made absolutely certain to impregnate his pre-teen little daughters.
Fleur and Delphi twitched and writhed on his lap, their eyes having rolled over as they were filled to bursting. Harry let them rest their heads on his chest as his cock continued to twitch periodically inside of them, making them jump in pleasure each time.
He looked over to Emily, who was cradling Lyra and Harriet as they nursed on her breasts, her fingers toying with the girl's pussies.
They smiled at each other. The final battle had already begun, even if their girls were none the wiser.