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

The Golden, Enchanted Bells rang loud and clear throughout the metropolis of Greater London. All who heard it, Noble and commoner alike, knew what those Bells ringing meant. James Potter, The Magical male monarch, shielder of the Magical United land, highschool Scion of England, Scotland and Irish Republic, was dead.

Lily Evans did not look to like as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the event from the small cafe she sat outside of.

The common Born cried and wailed in the streets while the Lord and their families rushed off to their Mansions and Regal demesne and castles to do their bereavement ( or celebrating and plotting ) in private, away from the middle of the common folk, whilst others floo called on their champion to share a lunch or dinner party and discuss the Ramifications of the event.

The Potters had long been big businessman of Magical U.K., protector of the Isles from the rest period of the Magical monarchs of Europe and beyond. Rich, potent and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the lineage of King Arthur himself, thus why farseeing, long ago, the corking whizz Merlin had aided the successor of their family, Trevor ceramist, in battle against France 's military force and crowned him the new King of the United kingdom afterwards, through right hand of Magic and Might.

None of the charming noble at the time had argued about the appointment. Nobody, after all, wanted to argue with the powerful thaumaturgist who had personally trained the fireball that were the founding father of Hogwarts shoal of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to have learned at the knees of the enceinte Wizard, almost every turn the knock-down Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their skills and charming wiliness, all of them together had been unable to land a scratch on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

Yes, no sane Wiccan or whiz dare argue with such a man.

But now Potter was dead and to take his place was none but his daughter and that had its own set of machination and problem. For one, no single Princess of the thrower house had ever taken the sovereignty if leadership. They were unequaled and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to close up knit family Quaker and `` calorie-free '' supporting imposing category, of course of action ) or given belittled fiefs, castles and dry land of their own if some of them decided to remain single. ( Only 5 in the history of the potter royal house had done so. )

James IV thrower had married Augusta pearl who had perished in childbirth, leaving him with his girl and lonesome Heir, Princess Susan castanets. ( Holding on to her mother 's family name at her insistency ) Afterwards, baron St. James the Apostle had married Augusta 's sister, Amelia but that marriage had proven useless as it brought no children forth either and angered many nobleman, who had their own female person relative waiting in the wings after pansy Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the bones kinsperson had only brought their wealth as a imposing kin to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter royal stag class was ample than to the highest degree of those in the European continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and cipher more. Having not been in at war, there was no need to make a imperial marriage ceremony connexion with some princess from Perhaps India, Japan, China or Russia. It had been a tenner of peace since the end war with French Republic and 50 old age since the last noble rebellion brought about the flint family unit ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate and somewhat abash thing that had been the talk of the realm was the promiscuous position of their Billie Jean Moffitt King. By the laws set down by pigeon hawk ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical crowned head regardless of Nationality ), a king or Queen could have one official Mistress or unmarried consort for the purpose of pleasure or securing an heritor. Augusta and Amelia, smasher and brawny witches in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the turn of the purple family, something of an pressing matter seeing as king Epistle of James had been an merely child. Thus even Amelia could not protest if St. James the Apostle took on an functionary Mistress. However St. James had n't taken a mistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious substance abuse for the King and his two most trusted friends ( lord Canicula Black and Remus Lupin, both who had been his long known friends since their years studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and coarse populace and have numerous assignation with both the single and hook up with women of the land, leaving many a Whitney Young single female parent or leaving the married woman of minor lords, merchants and dignitaries heavy with their SOB children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a milkweed butterfly and it was never said that these madam ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in gold, Expensive jewellery or lowly scrap of land for their royal stag bastard kid to inherit. That and a over paid education at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even eager for return sojourn from the king and his two trusted master. If married, most of their married man were appeased with titles or gold. Those that demanded gratification however, faced a warm death. Either from an Assassin 's verge or from the business leader loose upon them by someone in the Rex 's personal guard, 10 beldame and Wizards mitt picked for their power and prowess in battle to protect the B. B. King and his honour.

That and the Horror tale of the wrath that came for the rest of the families of those who took score with the king kept virtually 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 house were werewolves and provided the royal stag armies magical creature class with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a attested fact that the seed of a loup-garou was not optimal for a normal noble Wiccan or common lady. Werewolf seed was extremely productive and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy factor with few exceptions. As such, unless carried by a female werewolf, these fry took a toll on their female parent in the womb. Only an magically gifted enchantress could exist such births but many madam, common man or whore who had to willingly give themselves to Lupin ( else face the queen 's displeasure ) would rule their uterus growing heavy and themselves fallible from nurturing his Lycan progeny within them, only to die in accouchement. Not that their forebear cared. The tike were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their majority to serve the realm.

So, to the superfluity of the soon-to-be crowned untried pouf and her queen female parent, many a royal asshole walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her family. One of these bastards was Harry Evans, her very removed nephew.

Lily drank down the last of her coffee, left some Gold Galleons on the table and began her walk of life plate, ignoring the yell, the whispers and the fuss over a dead world-beater, thinking all the meter she walked.

The Herbert McLean Evans menage had n't started out as Wizards and Witches. But their pedigree was no less crucial for it. Those of the Herbert McLean Evans family had actually been the keeper, bodyguard and servants of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a right Sorcerer lord under her Banner to take one of the Evans families daughters to wife for their loyalty and avail and it was then that their charming line began and flourished. The merging of a muscular thaumaturgist 's line with new blood caused it only to grow stronger and the careful continued merging of marriage and line of descent had seen the Sir Arthur John Evans house grow in business leader and influence as lady Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans family as talented, hefty and Dark Witches and Wizards due to their connection with the most powerful Sorceress since Falco columbarius, the Evans were what would call `` grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered yard of spells, rituals, enchantment and sorceries, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as most so called `` Dark Divine and Ladies '' were. The knowledge of the illusion was good to feature, that was all.

But through the 100, many had fallen in service and defence of their peeress Morgana. Others persecuted over the long time by those of the `` light '' for siding with her. Though a powerful Noble family unit, they were no longer considered high school Nobility. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Sir Arthur John Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Chang Jiang sept as those who brought war to Non Magicals for exponent and pleasure when it was only through subjugation that the modern status quo of Magical Nobility and common non Magical peasantry had taken seat. If they had not taken up blazonry as the peeress Morgana had declared, Magicals the earthly concern over would have been persecuted for their gifts. Now it was they who made the decisiveness and brought progress through magic to the masses, kept the commoners from turning on each former for pillock rationality such as race or status. But of course Merlin and the `` light '' had to have the finis say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those days, there were few Herbert McLean Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister blush wine. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her short sister whom the Billie Jean Moffitt King had lusted after and left with youngster. Harry had been born as his mother left this life, her life and soul now with the rest in The Ever remote Zion of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble aspect of The later king but none of his foolishness and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more talented than many who had come before him in her class, had mastered near all the fellowship spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his peerage at Hogwarts. Powerful to boot. A mention to the Evans name. Their gentlewoman would be pleased she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and seventh class. No doubtfulness the terminus would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the late power clashing with their final examination Magical testing and challenges. But she was patient. She could wait, albeit eagerly, to see how much her Nephew had grown even more from his dinner dress education. She licked her full red rim at her profane and lustful intellection, a smile upon her seductive features.

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The news had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The top executive was dead. Long live the Queen. A small wail of heartbreak had come from the Hufflepuff table in the not bad Radclyffe Hall as the `` Badger '' closed social status, Princess Susan finger cymbals female person friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her fiance, Cedric Diggory, leading her gently away followed by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and brain of Gryffindor and headspring of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The rest of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and bereavement as soon as they left. teardrop fell easily and quickly from many of the younger students, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing hasty letter of the alphabet on pull parchment to send off, asking for check and the situation in the whole of the realm. Groups of Noble children broke off into deep and silence word, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

'' Not much matter to in your father 's passing, Evans ?. '' A sly voice at his English asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old friend, valuable ally and casual lover in his bed. They had given their innocence to each early in their 4th year at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very deep adhesiveness. Seeing that her elder brother would take the blot as heir, it had been agreed by Maker Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an functionary kept woman of the Evans family, which would bear Harry provide for her and any tiddler they had as in effect as if she was his married woman, a ministration to both Harry and her. Daphne had no use for the old Divine who sent natural endowment and letters trying to get an enhancement to her. Her recollective flux blonde hair, dazzling emerald center and her fleshly figure had many a Lords son seeking a connection but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her full phase of the moon, emerald painted lips curved into a smirk as his eyes wandered down to her generous tear, the Hogwarts uniform doing goose egg to obscure 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 spare time for those I never knew, no matter their importance to the cosmopolitan public or unwanted familial connective. '' He said. His former hand moved to caress her warm second joint gently and her smirk turned to a smile. Everyone was n't noticing, seeing as they were all busy with their own intellection on current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our resident Princess has something up her sleeve, France may think this a arrant time to attack and gain ground here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to stop Harry 's motility, 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 prepare for action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's loyal to her country, champion and Throne but that will only take on you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a svelte giggle as his hand began to move further up her thigh but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My lord erotic love. A letter from don arrived just a few arcminute before the news. A family meeting is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to take care. No doubt the magnate 's death will be discussed in item. I 'd like to make out what actually killed the man than just earshot of his passing. hope I 'll tell you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a deep kiss at his face of disappointment and a promptly hug before leaving hurriedly.

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

Finished with his cake, Harry now had a new decision to make. Crimson, Brunette or Ebony ?

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The Slytherin Common Room was large enough to adapt everyone with their own personal tail and elbow room. United as a sign though they were, privacy and discretion for the cunning was the parliamentary procedure of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's scholarly person first before moving to make Sir Thomas More commandment from Merlin, playing both face as a reliable ophidian. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had respectable things to do than think on history. He had sent his message and he was gladiola it had been received and instruction followed. His pick of ruby was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of noblewoman in waiting from the schooltime business firm ( except Slytherin of course ) and for Harry, finding the good information to make some of them his was quite comfortable. Too easy in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` lightly '' magic and loyal kin, there posture had n't exactly scram them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a arm of the yearn bushed Prewetts, a potent family that had long since died out. Generations of bad investment and large spending had n't helped. As a phratry the Weasley were poor and though they were n't in danger of tally poverty and made a bread and butter in the Billie Jean Moffitt King court in diverse small emplacement, they were n't exactly wearing the former style or mingling with near of high school society.

Their Hopes had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a shine to her fellow fire haired ma'am, cultivating her as a personal friend and noblewoman in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the future tense Queen, perhaps as finish as a sister, the Weasley name would rise and be beneficial for it.

That thought had been dashed when the vernal witch had come home in her one-sixth year, heavy with a shit child in her womb. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff pump, was indeed loyal to her admirer however and had even personally come for the birth but the Weasleys had to wonder if their Chances had been crushed. While they took concern of their daughters bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to discharge her Education and continue on as Princess Susan 's lady. If perhaps she kept her nose sporty, their ambitions would pull through.

That their daughter was dressed in a unconvincing nightgown that did zippo to hide her busty figure and large tits before him and had come at his command, Harry confirmed that her sept 's condition in the region was n't any of her concern. Or at least not as of import as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in impoverishment for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a appreciation for the finer things in spirit with no Galleons to back it up. Expensive garb for various nobleman orchis, enchanted jewelry, the dear perfumes and robes not to bring up all the equipment a lawful Wiccan studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly cheap. None of this her menage could supply. It 's no wonder she got so wet at the peck of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle hooker from Knockturn alley and tire his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left fill with a uterus full of cum and large bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the excited yet nervous and slightly annoyed flavour on her middling cheek. The flames of the fireplace in his room lent a refulgency to her red whorl and full, cherry-red lips.

'' It was heavily 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, iniquity ma'am help us ! Now, what 's the news ? Did she advert what the king died of ? Heart blast ? Duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her fears. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' toxicant. A real number deadly one too. It struck aright at his CORE in instant after he drank some wine. Otherwise he would n't be dead. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` Murder ? Well that 's something to compose home about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute. Putting thoughts of his fathers murder out of his idea, He sat down eagerly on his suite piano couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a effective nine hours more for you to realize your keep ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown fall off to the soft carpeting. He enjoyed how curvaceous her soma was and how her breasts had grown. maternity suited her wellspring. He moved one of his hands to her soft, blanch belly. `` I 'm also for certain you wo n't be leaving before I put another noble baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the last one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a monster. You know what my family will conceive ?, what it will do to the house gens if I become meaning again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her lips parted as their tongue met in an eager dance. He ended, their kiss and spat into her oral fissure, watching as she swallowed it without a thought. `` Yes, I 'm a monster. A `` Dark lord '' in the devising. An `` evil '' whiz as sooo many like to say of those in our House. And you 're a poor Gryffindor Whore of a hag and my personal slut and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my gold and having my SOB children, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his finger moving to part open her shaved folds and dip oceanic abyss into her pussy, making her moan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and ready 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 whole year, begging for me to have it away and breed you. You do n't like if you 're family remains dirt short as long as you remain my harlot, have my children and get all the fancy things I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and mewl at his Good Book, her second joint parting to allow more admittance to his pumping finger's breadth. She finally snapped, her moans and mewls turning to cry of pleasure and mop up as she came, soaking his fingers and the carpet below in her hot, midst succus. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted trading floor in a cumulation, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my sporting lady. My dear, picayune Weasley harlot ! As soon as you accept that, the better it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his wearing apparel and letting his 7 in peter harden at the sight of her naked mannikin weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheet of paper of his bed. Her hand moved to her wet pussy, spreading apart the lips of her sopping pussy, its intimate flesh eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a honorable woman of the street and narrate me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to unite her on top of the piece of paper, his prick playing with the incoming to her cunt, making his cockhead slick on her juices but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. lay down me yours, God Almighty Harry. multiply this treasonous witch with your seed. '' She murmured, eyes begging and lustful. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the hotshot of her warm, slick, wet paries welcoming him back once more. Her puss clung to every inch of his turncock and Ginny could n't facilitate the squeal of delight that moved past her sassing as he moved deeper and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her body and person. Inch after edge went into her choke up cunt until finally she could his huge grapefruit sized orb on her ass. Her Lord was balls deep in her pussy.

Her hands put away hard 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 distance and their connexion once more. Her pussy essay and failed to cling to him with each slow thrust and retreat and the shocks and feelings of pleasure smashed through her body with each deep stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the redheader declaration but did n't respond, too busy enjoying her blotto 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 arcsecond, he was fucking her as fasting and hard as he could, taming her cocotte kitty and reminding her why she always came when called. Her groan and vociferation of pleasure mixed with the sound of flesh on flesh and all she could do was moan like a slut as he pounded into her, his hammer smashing onto her wombs entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her second base orgasm of the night washed over her.

'' IT hurt ! merlin AND MORGANA ! IT HURTS SO FUCKING trade good. piece of ass ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! shuffle ME YOUR WOMAN ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A good whore to take the load off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his attack upon her pussycat. But even he knew he was nearing his edge. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get meaning, you Weasley fancy woman ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her slit, her cervix swallowing the head of his prick as he cried out in orgasm.

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in pleasure, feeling Harry 's cock Begin to spurt out a big lode of his hot, thickly, poten semen.

His cock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so much of his virile germ, making her tactile property giddy and her womb hot at the intellection of the child he was planting within her, reveling in the thought of bearing his minor in her womb once more, giving him a healthy child in nine month, pity to her kinsfolk uncared for.

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

'' YES ! YES ! pink ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the young Lords virile seed spurted out into her gulping womb.

At go, after what seemed wish time of day, Harry could n't leave anymore, his large cock giving a net shudder, his balls a final twitch, before shooting its last gusher of his thick, sperm load up cream into the Aythya americana overflowing pussy. Her, unruffled pale branch unwrapped hesitantly from his vertebral column and tiredly sank to her English, parted to show his softening cock leaving her cunt and pouring out his thick load of seed.

He did not move from on top of her stock consistence and she did n't want him to. Her full red sass found his and he let her french her knife deeply into his sassing. 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 seeded player dripping from her cunt.

'' Falco columbarius ! You fucked me so well ! She moaned as they broke their osculation. Harry smirked and gave her ass a acuate smacking, making her groan even more.

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my fornicatress ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redhead nodded, her gaze full of adoration for him. His hand moved over her smooth belly. `` And do n't occupy about the baby I 'm going to fuck into you tonight. My Aunt Lily will be calling on your family 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 cocotte Mistress. '' He said, capturing her sassing once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her sassing down onto his, driving her tongue oceanic abyss into his mouth. She explored every bit of his oral fissure til she felt his own tongue begin to meet hers, forcing her tongue back into her own only to have him explore her hot, wet oral fissure. The candy kiss was savage and wanton, her full moon, red, soft back talk were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my peter and get me ready for another round. I 'm not stopping till you ca n't move a muscle. It 's going take in all your willpower to leave my bed to get back to that big breasted prude of a soon to be Queen you love so much. ``

Ginny did n't even bother to champion Susan or Harry 's derogatory gossip. She simply got down to the project of sucking on Harry 's pleasure giving tool, cleaning him up like a dear sporting lady, greedily sucking on his cock as he gently played with her flaming pilus and prepared the hot encumbrance he would feed in her.

Harry smiled and lay back to enjoy the pleasure as his head turned to what the come up days would convey