Chapter 1 : Ginny Weasley, Lady in waiting and Evan 's Whore

The Golden, Enchanted buzzer rang loud and make throughout the City of London. All who heard it, Noble and commoner alike, knew what those bell shape ringing meant. St. James the Apostle Potter, The Magical King, Protector of the Magical United kingdom, high school Scion of England, Scotland and Emerald Isle, was dead.

Lily Evans did not appear to care as the 32 yr old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the events from the small coffee shop she sat outside of.

The common Born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobleman and their kinsperson rushed off to their Mansions and Regal Estates and palace to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in individual, away from the eyes of the common folk, whilst others floo called on their champion to share a lunch or dinner and discuss the Ramifications of the event.

The ceramicist had long been king of Magical Britain, guardian of the Isles from the rest of the Magical monarchs of Europe and beyond. racy, powerful and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the Blood of King Arthur himself, thus why long, long ago, the great star Merlin had aided the heir of their kinsfolk, Trevor potter, in battle against Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault 's forces and crowned him the new King of the United kingdoms afterwards, through rightfulness of Magic and Might.

None of the magical nobles at the metre had argued about the appointment. nonentity, after all, wanted to argue with the powerful thaumaturge who had personally trained the powerhouse that were the founders of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to have learned at the knees of the majuscule whizz, almost every turn the powerful Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 age of honing their skills and witching foxiness, all of them together had been ineffectual to land a loot on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shoal thing.

Yes, no sane Witch or Wizard dare argue with such a man.

But now thrower was dead and to train his plaza was none but his daughter and that had its own set of intrigue and problems. For one, no single Princess of the Potter family had ever taken the reigns if leadership. They were unique and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to conclude knitwork family Quaker and `` light '' supporting noble families, of class ) or given little fiefs, rook and Din Land of their own if some of them decided to remain single. ( Only 5 in the story of the ceramicist royal family had done so. )

James II potter had married capital of Maine finger cymbals who had perished in vaginal birth, leaving him with his daughter and solitary heritor, Princess Susan off-white. ( Holding on to her mother 's family figure at her insistency ) Afterwards, business leader James had married capital of Maine 's babe, Amelia but that marriage had proven useless as it brought no children forth either and angered many nobles, who had their own female person relatives waiting in the wings after fairy capital of Maine 's death.

Truthfully, the bones family had only brought their wealth as a imposing family to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter Royal phratry was richer than almost of those in the European Continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nothing more. Having not been in at war, there was no need to pee-pee a majestic married couple connective with some princess from Perhaps India, Japan, Red China or Russia. It had been a decade of peace since the last war with France and 50 years since the last imposing rebellion brought about the Flint Family ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate and somewhat embarrassing affair that had been the talk of the realm was the wanton posture of their king. By the laws set down by Merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a world-beater or Queen could have one official Mistress or unmarried choir for the purpose of pleasure or securing an inheritor. Augusta and Amelia, Beauties and brawny hag in their own rightfulness, had not been up to ask of raising the act of the royal category, something of an pressing thing seeing as king James had been an merely child. Thus even Amelia could not protest if James took on an official schoolmistress. However James had n't taken a mistress, functionary or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious use for the King and his two most trusted supporter ( Lord Sothis Black and Remus Lupin, both who had been his long known supporter since their years studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and common populace and have numerous trysts with both the one and married charwoman of the realm, leaving many a young single mother or leaving the wives of youngster noble, merchants and VIP heavy with their shit children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a crowned head and it was never said that these ladies ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in Au, Expensive jewelry or lowly bits of land for their royal bastard children to inherit. That and a complete paid Education Department at Hogwarts kept these adult female docile and even tidal bore for return visits from the Martin Luther King and his two trusted Godhead. If married, most of their husbands were appeased with titles or atomic number 79. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a warm death. Either from an bravo 's wand or from the ability loose upon them by individual in the business leader 's personal guard, 10 hag and wizard hired hand picked for their baron and art in struggle to protect the Billie Jean Moffitt King and his honour.

That and the repulsion stories of the wrath that came for the residue of the crime syndicate of those who took grievance with the king kept most of these cuckolded men silent.

This was still a problem when it came to the matter of Remus Lupin. It was an openly known matter that those of his menage were loup-garou and provided the Royal United States Army magical puppet class with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a document fact that the seminal fluid of a wolfman was not optimum for a normal nobleman beldame or common lady. Werewolf germ was extremely fertile and resulted in multiple kid, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy factor with few elision. As such, unless carried by a female person werewolf, these children took a toll on their female parent in the uterus. Only an magically gifted crone could make it such births but many ladies, commoners or whores who had to willingly return themselves to lupin ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would find their wombs growing heavy and themselves decrepit from nurturing his Lycan progeny within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forbear cared. The kid were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their legal age to serve the realm.

So, to the embarrassment of the soon-to-be laureled Whitney Moore Young Jr. poof and her queen mother, many a royal bastard walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her house. One of these bastards was Harry Evans, her very distant nephew.

Lily drank down the close of her deep brown, left some Gold Galleons on the mesa and began her walk plate, ignoring the tears, the rustling and the fuss over a dead king, thinking all the metre she walked.

The Sir Arthur John Evans family had n't started out as sensation and Witches. But their bloodline was no less authoritative for it. Those of the Herbert McLean Evans family had actually been the keeper, bodyguards and retainer of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a powerful Sorcerer Divine under her streamer to fill one of the Evans folk daughters to wife for their loyalty and military service and it was then that their Magical line began and flourished. The meeting of a powerful Sorcerer 's line with new ancestry caused it only to grow potent and the thrifty continued merging of union and bloodlines had seen the Arthur Evans family grow in office and influence as Lady Morgana 's most bank and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans family as talented, powerful and Dark Wiccan and Wizards due to their connector with the most mightily Sorceress since pigeon hawk, the Evans were what would call `` gray ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousand of spells, ritual, trance and black magic, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as nigh so called `` Dark Lords and dame '' were. The knowledge of the conjuring trick was in effect to ingest, that was all.

But through the one C, many had fallen in service and defence of their ma'am Morgana. Others persecuted over the years by those of the `` light '' for siding with her. Though a hefty imposing family, they were no longer considered high-pitched nobleness. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Sir Arthur John Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Yangtze Kiang category as those who brought war to Non Magicals for index and pleasure when it was only through subjugation that the Modern status quo of Magical magnanimousness and common non Magical peasantry had taken place. If they had not taken up arms as the lady Morgana had declared, Magicals the world over would receive been persecuted for their gifts. Now it was they who made the decisions and brought advance through magic to the people, kept the commoners from turning on each other for stupid reasons such as race or status. But of course of action Merlin and the `` illumine '' had to have the go say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those days, there were few Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister Rose. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her poor people Sister whom the King had lusted after and left with child. Harry had been born as his mother left this life, her spirit and soul now with the remainder in The Ever distant Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and baronial spirit of The late king but none of his stupidity and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more gifted than many who had come before him in her family, had mastered near all the house spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his peerage at Hogwarts. Powerful to boot. A recognition to the Evans name. Their Lady would be proud of she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and one-seventh twelvemonth. No dubiety the term would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the late queen clashing with their final Magical examination and challenges. But she was patient. She could await, albeit eagerly, to see how much her Nephew had grown even more from his stately educational activity. She licked her total red lips at her depraved and lustful thoughts, a grinning upon her seductive features.

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The newsworthiness had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The world-beater was suddenly. Long live the Queen. A low wail of grief had come from the Hufflepuff table in the swell Hall as the `` Badgers '' closed ranks, Princess Susan Bones female friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her Fiance, Cedric Diggory, leading her gently away followed by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and Head of Gryffindor and Head of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The rest of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and mourning as soon as they left. snag fell easily and quickly from many of the untested students, many rushed off to the Owlery to lead off writing overhasty letter of the alphabet on displume parchment to send off, asking for ratification and the situation in the whole of the realm. Groups of noble children broke off into thick and hushed discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

Harry Evans simply sipped at his chilled juice and bit into another piece of chocolate cake covered in ice cream, enjoying it 's taste.

'' Not much interested in your sire 's passing, Sir Arthur John Evans ?. '' A sly articulation at his side asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old booster, valuable friend and casual lover in his bed. They had given their innocence to each other in their 4th class at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very inscrutable bond. Seeing that her elder brother would read the spot as inheritor, it had been agreed by Divine Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an Official kept woman of the Evans kinsperson, which would get Harry provide for her and any children they had as good as if she was his married woman, a relief to both Harry and her. Daphne had no use for the old lords who sent endowment and alphabetic character trying to get an enhancement to her. Her long flowing blonde hairsbreadth, dazzling emerald eyes and her fleshly public figure had many a Maker son seeking a connection but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her full phase of the moon, emerald painted mouth curved into a smirk as his oculus wandered down to her generous bout, the Hogwarts uniform doing cypher to hide it from his eyes. No surprise, seeing as she had left herself without a bra and unbuttoned the top of her shirt just so he could get a glimpse.

'' Not really Daphne. I do n't really free clip for those I never knew, no issue their importance to the world-wide public or unwanted familial association. '' He said. His early hand moved to caress her warm thighs gently and her smirk turned to a grin. Everyone was n't comment, seeing as they were all busy with their own thinking on current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our resident physician Princess has something up her sleeve, French Republic may think this a perfective tense fourth dimension to attack and gain ground here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to stop Harry 's movement, feeling happy at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't believe I 'm saying this but I would have been glad knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess ready for action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's fast to her state, Friend and Throne but that will only have you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a flimsy giggle as his hand began to incite further up her second joint but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My Jehovah making love. A letter from father arrived just a few minutes before the tidings. A family get together is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to attend. No doubt the world-beater 's destruction will be discussed in detail. I 'd like to know what actually killed the man than just hearing of his passing. promise I 'll state you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a bass kiss at his look of disappointment and a speedy hug before leaving hurriedly.

Harry sighed happily. What a woman ! It would be a joy to tap that ass for the rest of his life.

Finished with his patty, Harry now had a new decisiveness to nominate. crimson, Brunette or Ebony ?

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The Slytherin common Room was large enough to oblige everyone with their own personal fourth and suite. United as a house though they were, privacy and discretion for the guile was the order of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to make headway more commandment from Merlin, playing both sides as a true serpent. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had better things to do than think on History. He had sent his message and he was beaming it had been received and statement followed. His choice of Crimson was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of noblewoman in waiting from the shoal sign ( except Slytherin of course ) and for Harry, finding the right on info to seduce some of them his was quite promiscuous. Too easy in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` illuminate '' charming and loyal family, there stance had n't exactly receive them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a offset of the yearn dead Prewetts, a powerful syndicate that had long since died out. coevals of bad investments and orotund spending had n't helped. As a family the Weasley were poor and though they were n't in risk of come poverty and made a life in the Martin Luther King Jr. court in assorted small positions, they were n't exactly wearing the latest fashion or mingling with most of High society.

Their Bob Hope had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a shine to her feller fire haired ma'am, cultivating her as a personal booster and lady in waiting. If Ginny could get nigher to the time to come Queen, perhaps as unaired as a sister, the Weasley public figure would rise and be better for it.

That thought had been dashed when the Danton True Young witch had come home in her 6th year, heavy with a bastard kid in her uterus. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff fondness, was indeed truehearted to her friends however and had even personally come for the birth but the Weasleys had to marvel if their probability had been crushed. While they took caution of their daughter bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to make out her education and go on on as Princess Susan 's lady. If perhaps she kept her olfactory organ plumb, their ambition would extract through.

That their daughter was dressed in a fragile nightgown that did nothing to hide her sonsie number and great tits before him and had come at his control, Harry confirmed that her folk 's status in the region was n't any of her concern. Or at to the lowest degree not as of import as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in poverty for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a taste for the finer things in life with no Galleons to back it up. Expensive dresses for respective stately balls, enchanted jewelry, the respectable perfumes and robes not to mention all the equipment a true witch studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly gaudy. None of this her family could render. It 's no wonderment she got so wet at the mountain of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle street girl from Knockturn alley and have a bun in the oven his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left satisfied with a womb full of cum and large bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the excited yet spooky and slightly vex expression on her pretty face. The flames of the fireplace in his room lent a refulgence to her red ringlet and full, ruby-red lips.

'' It was punishing to get here you know ? I 'm supposed to be with the Princess. She 's in mourning you know ... ''

'' She 's no longer a Princess. She a Queen now I guess, wickedness madam help us ! Now, what 's the intelligence ? Did she mention what the king died of ? Heart flack ? affaire d'honneur ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her reverence. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' poison. A real deadly one too. It struck right at his marrow in minutes after he drank some wine. Otherwise he would n't be idle. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` Murder ? well that 's something to write home about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a mo. Putting thoughts of his sire murder out of his judgement, He sat down eagerly on his rooms easygoing couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a good nine hours more for you to make your livelihood ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown dip off to the soft carpet. He enjoyed how curvey her figure was and how her breasts had grown. Motherhood suited her well. He moved one of his hands to her flaccid, blench belly. `` I 'm also sure you wo n't be leaving before I put another stately sister in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the last one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the frisson of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a monster. You know what my family will think ?, what it will do to the kinfolk epithet if I become significant again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her lips parted as their spit met in an aegir dance. He ended, their kiss and spat into her sass, watching as she swallowed it without a intellection. `` Yes, I 'm a lusus naturae. A `` night lord '' in the making. An `` wickedness '' whiz as sooo many like to say of those in our home. And you 're a poor Gryffindor tart of a crone and my personal slut and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my atomic number 79 and having my whoreson children, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his digit moving to part open her shaved folds and dip deep into her pussycat, making her moan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and make to breed. And as long as you live, that 's how you 'll always be for me. As if I have n't noticed your needy coup d'oeil this totally yr, begging for me to fuck and spawn you. You do n't care if you 're kinsperson remains dirt pitiable as long as you remain my tart, have my children and get all the illusion things I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and mewl at his words, her thigh parting to reserve more approach to his pumping finger's breadth. She finally snapped, her groan and mewls turning to cry of joy and closing as she came, soaking his fingers and the carpet below in her hot, midst juices. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted floor in a mountain, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my cyprian. My dear, little Weasley whore ! As soon as you accept that, the better it will be. Now get on the bed, slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his clothes and letting his 7 inch stopcock harden at the mess of her au naturel form weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk canvass of his bed. Her helping hand moved to her wet pussycat, spreading apart the back talk of her sopping bitch, its inner flesh eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a good whore and order me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to connect her on top of the sheets, his cock playing with the incoming to her bitch, making his cockhead slick magazine on her juice but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. construct me yours, Lord Harry. spawn this faithless witch with your seeded player. '' She murmured, eyes begging and lustful. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warm, slick, wet walls welcoming him back once more. Her pussycat clung to every in of his shaft and Ginny could n't help oneself the squeal of joy that moved past her backtalk as he moved recondite and deeper into her, reminding her snatch who owned her physical structure and soul. Inch after in went into her stuffed bitch until finally she could his huge grapefruit sized musket ball on her ass. Her Lord was balls rich in her pussy.

Her hands lock tough round him, as did her legs, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly push in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his length and their connection once more. Her pussy well-tried and failed to cling to him with each irksome thrust and retirement and the shocks and look of joy smashed through her trunk with each recondite stroke.

'' Merlin !, '' she cried out in pleasure, `` I love the way your tool feels inside me, Harry. ``

Harry smirked at the redheader annunciation but did n't reply, too busy enjoying her taut cunt, feeling it eagerly suck on his turncock greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his deep and slow thrusts and within seconds, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, taming her whore kitty and reminding her why she always came when called. Her moan and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of flesh on chassis and all she could do was moan like a strumpet as he pounded into her, his pecker smashing onto her uterus entree. All she could do was cry and mewl as her second orgasm of the nighttime washed over her.

'' IT scathe ! Falco columbarius AND MORGANA ! IT harm SO FUCKING GOOD. nookie ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! brand ME YOUR WOMAN ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A right sporting lady to make the load off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his outpouring upon her pussycat. But even he knew he was nearing his edge. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get pregnant, you Weasley WHORE ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her pussy, her uterine cervix swallowing the capitulum of his dick as he cried out in orgasm.

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in pleasure, feeling Harry 's cock Begin to spurt out a large load of his hot, thick, poten semen.

His cock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so much of his virile come, making her feeling giddy and her womb hot at the cerebration of the baby he was planting within her, reveling in the sentiment of bearing his baby in her womb once more, giving him a healthy child in nine calendar month, pity to her family uncared for.

'' Do n't ever stop Cumming Harry. Fill me up with cum. Fill me up til its running out of my pussy. Til it leaves a vast steaming pile on the bed. I do n't wish if you make me fraught, just do n't kibosh ! ! '' Ginny moaned and Harry did as she asked.

'' YES ! YES ! strike hard ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the young Divine virile cum spurted out into her gulping womb.

At last, after what seemed like hours, Harry could n't give anymore, his large cock giving a final examination shudder, his balls a terminal twitching, before shooting its last gusher of his midst, sperm laden emollient into the redheader overflowing pussy. Her, bland pale leg unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her English, parted to show his softening putz leaving her cunt and pouring out his thick payload of seed.

He did not locomote from on top of her tired body and she did n't want him to. Her full moon red lips found his and he let her Daniel Chester French her tongue deeply into his backtalk. They kissed passionately for several minutes, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasure she so desired, luxuriating in the feeling of his virile seed dripping from her cunt.

'' merlin ! You fucked me so well ! She moaned as they broke their kiss. Harry smirked and gave her ass a sharp slap, making her moan even more.

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my slut ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty carrottop nodded, her gaze full moon of latria for him. His hand moved over her smooth belly. `` And do n't worry about the infant I 'm going to fuck into you tonight. My auntie Lily will be calling on your household soon. Our child and the one on the way will be well taken care of. And as long as I keep fucking you whenever I want, so will you, my little whore Mistress. '' He said, capturing her sassing once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her mouth down onto his, driving her tongue oceanic abyss into his mouth. She explored every bit of his mouth til she felt his own tongue begin to meet hers, forcing her tongue back into her own only to have him search her hot, wet rima oris. The kiss was brute and wanton, her full, red, voiced lips were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my cock and get me ready for another troll. I 'm not stopping cashbox you ca n't move a muscle. It 's going consider all your willpower to leave my bed to get back to that big breasted prude of a soon to be world-beater you love so much. ``

Ginny did n't even bother to fight back Susan or Harry 's derogatory comment. She simply got down to the task of sucking on Harry 's pleasure giving cock, cleaning him up like a goodness cyprian, greedily sucking on his cock as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot load he would tip her.

Harry smiled and lay back to relish the pleasance as his mind turned to what the come up sidereal day would add