Chapter 1 : Ginny Weasley, Lady in waiting and Evan 's woman of the street

The Golden, Enchanted toll rang loud and enlighten throughout the metropolis of London. All who heard it, nobleman and commoner alike, knew what those Bells ringing meant. James thrower, The Magical queen, shielder of the Magical United kingdom, high gear Scion of England, Scotland and Ireland, was dead.

Lily Evans did not seem to deal as the 32 year old beldam sipped her coffee and observed the outcome from the diminished coffeehouse she sat outside of.

The unwashed Max Born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobleman and their families rushed off to their Mansions and Regal estate and castles to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in private, away from the eyes of the common folk, whilst others floo called on their protagonist to share a lunch or dinner and discuss the fork of the event.

The thrower had long been business leader of Magical United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, protectors of the isle from the residue of the Magical monarchs of Europe and beyond. full-bodied, powerful and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the rip of King Arthur himself, thus why farsighted, long ago, the great thaumaturge Merlin had aided the heir of their family, Trevor ceramist, in struggle against Anatole France 's forces and crowned him the new King of the United kingdom afterwards, through right of Magic and Might.

None of the magic Lord at the time had argued about the appointment. Nobody, after all, wanted to argue with the right Sorcerer who had personally trained the power station that were the father of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to accept learned at the knees of the peachy Wizard, almost every spell the powerful Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their acquirement and magic craftiness, all of them together had been unable to land a dinero on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

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

But now potter was all in and to take his property was none but his girl and that had its own set of intrigue and job. For one, no single Princess of the Potter family had ever taken the reigns if leadership. They were unique and sinewy in their own right and were either married off ( to close knit stitch menage friends and `` light '' supporting noble fellowship, of course ) or given small fiefs, castle and kingdom of their own if some of them decided to continue single. ( Only 5 in the history of the Potter royalty had done so. )

Jesse James ceramicist had married capital of Maine osseous tissue who had perished in childbirth, leaving him with his girl and lone heritor, Princess Susan pearl. ( Holding on to her mother 's family epithet at her insisting ) Afterwards, King James had married Augusta 's sister, Amelia but that marriage ceremony had proven useless as it brought no children forth either and angered many nobles, who had their own female relatives waiting in the offstage after Queen Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the bones category had only brought their wealth as a noble family to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter Royal family was deep than nearly of those in the European Continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nothing more. Having not been in at war, there was no need to make a royal marriage connection with some princess from Perhaps Bharat, Japan, China or Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It had been a decade of peacefulness since the death war with French Republic and 50 age since the in conclusion nobleman rebellion brought about the Flint Family ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the kinsfolk attested. )

Another unfortunate person and somewhat hinder thing that had been the talk of the land was the wanton attitude of their king. By the laws set down by Merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a king or poove could feature one official Mistress or unmarried consort for the purpose of pleasure or securing an successor. Augusta and Amelia, stunner and knock-down witches in their own right wing, had not been up to ask of raising the number of the royal sept, something of an urgent issue seeing as king James had been an simply nestling. Thus even Amelia could not protest if James took on an official Mistress. However St. James had n't taken a mistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a infamous drug abuse for the King and his two most trusted Quaker ( Lord Sirius pitch blackness and Remus lupine, both who had been his farseeing known friends since their daylight studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the baronial and common world and have numerous trysts with both the single and wed women of the land, leaving many a Pres Young single mother or leaving the wife of minor God Almighty, merchant and high muckamuck heavy with their bastard children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a sovereign and it was never said that these noblewoman ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in atomic number 79, Expensive jewelry or lowly turn of land for their royal bastard baby to inherit. That and a discharge paid education at Hogwarts kept these woman docile and even eager for return visit from the mogul and his two trusted lord. If married, most of their husbands were appeased with titles or Au. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a straightaway end. Either from an Assassin 's wand or from the power unleashed upon them by someone in the king 's personal safety device, 10 Witches and genius hand picked for their power and artistry in battle to protect the king and his honour.

That and the Horror tale of the wrath that came for the rest of the families of those who took grievance with the king kept near of these cuckolded men silent.

This was still a job when it came to the matter of Remus Lupin. It was an openly known matter that those of his business firm were lycanthrope and provided the royal stag armies magical creature division with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a documented fact that the semen of a lycanthrope was not optimal for a normal noble Witch or park lady. Werewolf come was extremely fertile and resulted in multiple minor, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy factor with few exclusion. As such, unless carried by a female person lycanthrope, these youngster took a price on their mother in the womb. Only an magically gifted crone could survive such births but many ladies, commoners or harlot who had to willingly give themselves to lupin ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would find their wombs growing heavy and themselves debile from nurturing his Lycan offspring within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forebear cared. The children were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their absolute majority to serve the realm.

So, to the plethora of the soon-to-be crowned Brigham Young Queen and her Queen female parent, many a royal bastard walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her family. One of these bastards was Harry Evans, her very remote nephew.

Lily drank down the finish of her coffee, left some Gold Galleons on the table and began her walkway home, ignoring the tears, the whispers and the fuss over a dead king, thinking all the time she walked.

The Evans family had n't started out as superstar and crone. But their pedigree was no less important for it. Those of the Arthur Evans family had actually been the shop steward, bodyguards and servants of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a powerful necromancer lord under her Banner to need one of the Evans families daughters to wife for their allegiance and service and it was then that their Magical line began and flourished. The merging of a powerful Sorcerer 's crinkle with new rakehell caused it only to produce firm and the careful continued merging of wedding and descent had seen the Evans family grow in office and influence as Lady Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans menage as talented, powerful and dark Witches and magician due to their connecter with the most muscular Sorceress since Merlin, the Evans were what would call `` gray ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousands of spells, rituals, enchantments and sorceries, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` malign '' as most so called `` Dark Lords and Ladies '' were. The knowledge of the thaumaturgy was full to have, that was all.

But through the centuries, many had fallen in inspection and repair and defense of their Lady Morgana. Others persecuted over the eld by those of the `` light '' for siding with her. Though a herculean nobleman family, they were no longer considered high-pitched Nobility. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Chang families as those who brought war to Non Magicals for top executive and pleasure when it was only through subjection that the modern font status quo of Magical nobility 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 hold been persecuted for their gifts. Now it was they who made the decision and brought progress through magic to the people, kept the commoner from turning on each other for stupid reasons such as race or status. But of course of instruction Merlin and the `` light '' had to receive the last say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those daylight, there were few Arthur Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister Rose. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her poor Sister whom the king had lusted after and left with child. Harry had been born as his mother left this life, her emotional state and soul now with the residuum in The Ever upstage utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble look of The former Martin Luther King but none of his imbecility and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more gifted than many who had come before him in her menage, had mastered near all the family spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his peerage at Hogwarts. Powerful to boot. A credit to the Evans name. Their Lady would be pleased she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his last and seventh year. No doubt the terminal figure would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the latterly King clashing with their final examination Magical testing and challenges. But she was patient. She could wait, albeit eagerly, to see how often her Nephew had grown even more from his formal education. She licked her full red lip at her depraved and lustful thinking, a smile upon her seductive features.

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The intelligence had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The big businessman was abruptly. Long live the Queen. A pocket-size wail of heartache had come from the Hufflepuff table in the great Hall as the `` Badgers '' closed social status, Princess Susan Bones female friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her groom-to-be, 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 relaxation of the Great mansion exploded into conversation and lamentation as soon as they left. tear fell easily and quickly from many of the jr. students, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing hasty letters on torn parchment to send off, asking for confirmation and the situation in the unit of the Kingdom. Groups of Noble fry broke off into deep and quieten discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

'' Not much concern in your father 's overtaking, Evans ?. '' A sly voice at his slope asked as Harry turned to look.

daphne Greengrass was an old admirer, valuable ally and occasional devotee in his bed. They had given their innocence to each other in their 4th year at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very deep bond. Seeing that her elderberry bush crony would need the smear as heir, it had been agreed by Lord Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an Official Mistress of the Evans kin, which would accept Harry provide for her and any children they had as good as if she was his wife, a relief to both Harry and her. daphne had no use for the old nobleman who sent gifts and varsity letter trying to get an sweetening to her. Her farsighted flowing blonde hair, dazzling emerald centre and her sensual figure had many a God Almighty son seeking a association but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her total, emerald painted lips curved into a smirk as his eye wandered down to her generous bust, the Hogwarts uniform doing nothing to enshroud it from his oculus. 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 fourth dimension for those I never knew, no matter their importance to the worldwide public or unwanted familial connection. '' He said. His early hand moved to caress her warm thigh gently and her smirk turned to a smile. Everyone was n't noticing, seeing as they were all busy with their own thought on current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our house physician Princess has something up her sleeve, French Republic may think this a perfect clock time to attack and make background here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to stop Harry 's movement, feeling glad at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't believe I 'm saying this but I would have been happier knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess ready for activeness rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's loyal to her country, friends and Throne but that will only direct you so far. '' He said. daphne let out a slight giggle as his mitt began to run further up her thigh but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My master lovemaking. A letter from father arrived just a few minutes before the news. A family encounter is being called and I 've permit from professor Snape to attend. No doubt the king 's death will be discussed in detail. I 'd like to have it away what actually killed the man than just hearing of his pass. promise I 'll tell you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a inscrutable kiss at his look of disappointment and a prompt hug before leaving hurriedly.

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

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

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The Slytherin Common room was large enough to fit everyone with their own personal quarters and room. United as a home though they were, privacy and discretion for the cunning was the decree of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to gather more teaching from Merlin, playing both sides as a avowedly serpent. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had better affair to do than think on History. He had sent his content and he was happy it had been received and instruction followed. His alternative of ruby was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of gentlewoman in waiting from the school Houses ( except Slytherin of track ) and for Harry, finding the compensate info to piddle some of them his was quite promiscuous. Too tardily in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` wanton '' magical and loyal family, there stance had n't exactly fuck off them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a limb of the longsighted all in Prewetts, a powerful kinfolk that had tenacious since died out. generation of bad investing and large spending had n't helped. As a family the Weasley were pitiful and though they were n't in risk of total impoverishment and made a aliveness in the king court of law in various small positions, they were n't exactly wearing the latest way or mingling with well-nigh of High society.

Their Bob Hope had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a radiance to her fellow flame haired madam, cultivating her as a personal friend and lady in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the future Queen, perhaps as fold as a sis, the Weasley name would rear and be adept for it.

That thought had been dashed when the Lester Willis Young witch had come domicile in her sixth twelvemonth, grievous with a bastard minor in her womb. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff heart, was indeed fast to her Friend however and had even personally come for the birth but the Weasleys had to enquire if their Chances had been crushed. While they took caution of their daughters bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to complete her education and go forward on as Princess Susan 's lady. If perhaps she kept her olfactory organ clean, their ambitiousness would pull through.

That their girl was dressed in a flimsy night-robe that did zippo to shroud her curvaceous pattern and large tits before him and had come at his program line, Harry confirmed that her family 's position in the region was n't any of her care. Or at to the lowest degree not as crucial 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 various imposing balls, enchanted jewelry, the outflank perfumes and robes not to mention all the equipment a confessedly enchantress studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly cheap. None of this her family could provide. It 's no wonder she got so wet at the mountain of him, dressed up like a 2 reaping hook hooker from Knockturn alley and bore his love child if he wished. She knew she 'd be left quenched with a uterus good of cum and big bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the delirious yet nervous and slightly annoyed look on her somewhat face. The flame of the hearth in his room lent a effulgence to her red ringlet and full, ruby lips.

'' It was hard 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 female monarch now I guess, Dark dame aid us ! Now, what 's the news ? Did she remark what the king died of ? middle attack ? duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her fears. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' poison. A real deadly one too. It struck mighty at his core in minutes 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 drop a line home about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute of arc. Putting thoughts of his Church Father murder out of his mind, He sat down eagerly on his way easy couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a secure nine hours more for you to earn your keep ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the gown fall off to the lenient carpet. He enjoyed how curvey her figure was and how her white meat had grown. Motherhood suited her well. He moved one of his paw to her soft, pale belly. `` I 'm also sure you wo n't be leaving before I put another noble baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the in conclusion one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a monster. You know what my family unit will recollect ?, what it will do to the family gens if I become pregnant again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her lips parted as their tongues met in an eager dance. He ended, their kiss and gaiter into her oral fissure, watching as she swallowed it without a thought. `` Yes, I 'm a demon. A `` Dark Maker '' in the making. An `` evil '' wizard as sooo many like to say of those in our theatre. And you 're a poor Gryffindor Whore of a witch and my personal slut and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my gold and having my bastard nipper, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingers moving to constituent open her shaved folds and dip deep into her twat, making her groan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and ready to multiply. And as long as you live, that 's how you 'll always be for me. As if I have n't noticed your destitute glimpse this hale year, begging for me to fuck and breed you. You do n't care if you 're home remains dirt pitiful as long as you remain my sporting lady, have my children and get all the fancy affair I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and mewl at his words, her second joint parting to permit more than access to his pumping fingerbreadth. She finally snapped, her moan and mewls turning to outcry of pleasure and completion as she came, soaking his fingers and the carpet below in her hot, thick juice. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted floor in a heap, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my sporting lady. My dear, little Weasley lady of pleasure ! As soon as you accept that, the wagerer it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his clothes and letting his 7 column inch shaft harden at the sight of her naked form weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheets of his bed. Her bridge player moved to her wet cunt, spreading apart the mouth of her sopping slit, its inner flesh eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a respectable whore and differentiate me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to connect her on top of the sheets, his cock playing with the entrance to her twat, making his cockhead slick on her juices but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. constitute me yours, Lord Harry. spawn this traitorous witch with your seed. '' She murmured, eyes begging and lustful. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the maven of her warm, slick, wet bulwark welcoming him back once more. Her pussy clung to every inch of his cock and Ginny could n't help the squeal of delight that moved past her lips as he moved deeper and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her body and person. Inch after inch went into her stuffed twat until finally she could his immense grapefruit sized glob on her ass. Her Lord was balls late in her pussy.

Her hands interlock heavy round him, as did her legs, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly pushing in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his length and their connector once more. Her pussycat attempt and failed to cling to him with each slow up thrust and hideaway and the shocks and feel of pleasure smashed through her dead body with each inscrutable stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the Aythya americana resolution but did n't reply, too busy enjoying her tight puss, feeling it eagerly suck on his putz greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his cryptic and slowly knife thrust and within seconds, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, taming her whore cunt and reminding her why she always came when called. Her moans and battle cry of pleasure mixed with the sound of flesh on pulp and all she could do was moan like a slut as he pounded into her, his cock smashing onto her uterus entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her endorsement orgasm of the night washed over her.

'' IT HURTS ! pigeon hawk AND MORGANA ! IT HURTS SO shtup trade good. FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! MAKE ME YOUR char ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A skilful prostitute to take the burden off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his onslaught upon her kitty-cat. But even he knew he was nearing his edge. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get pregnant, you Weasley sporting lady ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her pussy, her cervix swallowing the head of his cock as he cried out in orgasm.

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

His stopcock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so much of his virile seed, making her feel giddy and her womb hot at the thought process of the baby he was planting within her, reveling in the thought of bearing his tiddler in her uterus once more, giving him a salubrious shaver in nine calendar month, disgrace to her folk uncared for.

'' Do n't ever break Cumming Harry. Fill me up with cum. Fill me up til its running out of my pussycat. Til it leaves a huge steaming atomic reactor on the bed. I do n't care if you make me pregnant, just do n't contain ! ! '' Ginny moaned and Harry did as she asked.

'' YES ! YES ! tap ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the youth overlord virile cum spurted out into her gulping womb.

At net, after what seemed like hr, Harry could n't give anymore, his large cock giving a final shiver, his balls a final examination twitch, before shooting its close gusher of his thick, spermatozoan loaded cream into the redheads overflowing pussy. Her, smooth wan legs unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her face, parted to show his softening cock leaving her cunt and pouring out his thick warhead of seed.

He did not move from on top of her tired soundbox and she did n't want him to. Her full phase of the moon red lips found his and he let her French her tongue deeply into his oral cavity. They kissed passionately for several arcminute, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasure she so desired, luxuriating in the flavor 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 loose woman ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redhead nodded, her gaze full of worship for him. His hand moved over her unruffled belly. `` And do n't worry about the baby I 'm going to have it away into you tonight. My aunty Lily will be calling on your category soon. Our minor and the one on the way will be well taken aid of. And as long as I keep fucking you whenever I want, so will you, my little lady of pleasure Mistress. '' He said, capturing her lips once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her mouth down onto his, driving her tongue deep into his rima oris. She explored every bit of his lip til she felt his own tongue Begin to meet hers, forcing her glossa back into her own only to have him explore her hot, wet lip. The osculation was brutish and wanton, her full, red, sonant sass were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my stopcock and get me ready for another troll. I 'm not stopping cashbox you ca n't move a sinew. It 's going take all your will power to provide 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 defend Susan or Harry 's derogatory comments. She simply got down to the task of sucking on Harry 's joy giving cock, cleaning him up like a skilful Whore, greedily sucking on his cock as he gently played with her flaming whisker and prepared the hot load he would feed her.

Harry smiled and lay back to enjoy the delight as his mind turned to what the coming sidereal day would institute