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

The Golden, Enchanted bell rang loud and clear throughout the City of London. All who heard it, baronial and commoner alike, knew what those Bells ringing meant. Henry James Potter, The Magical King, Protector of the Magical United kingdom, High Scion of England, Scotland and Ireland, was dead.

Lily Evans did not seem to manage as the 32 year old enchantress sipped her coffee berry and observed the upshot from the small coffeehouse she sat exterior of.

The common born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobles and their families rushed off to their Mansions and Regal Estates and castle to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in common soldier, away from the oculus of the unwashed phratry, whilst others floo called on their friends to ploughshare a lunch or dinner and hash out the Ramifications of the event.

The Potters had long been Billie Jean Moffitt King of Magical U.K., shielder of the Isles from the rest of the Magical Danaus plexippus of EU and beyond. Rich, herculean and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the line of King Chester Alan Arthur himself, thus why farseeing, long ago, the great Wizard merlin had aided the heir of their family, Trevor ceramicist, in battle against France 's forces and crowned him the new tycoon of the United kingdoms afterwards, through right of Magic and Might.

None of the magic Lord at the time had argued about the date. Nobody, after all, wanted to indicate with the powerful Sorcerer who had personally trained the Powerhouses that were the founding father of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to have learned at the human knee of the great necromancer, almost every turn the powerful Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their skills and wizardly slyness, 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 Witch or whizz dare argue with such a man.

But now thrower was utter and to take his plaza was none but his daughter and that had its own set of machination and job. For one, no ace Princess of the Potter kinsperson had ever taken the sovereignty if leading. They were unique and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to fill up plain stitch menage friends and `` light '' supporting noble folk, of course ) or given diminished fiefs, castles and lands of their own if some of them decided to rest single. ( Only 5 in the history of the Potter royal line had done so. )

James Potter had married capital of Maine castanets who had perished in childbearing, leaving him with his daughter and fillet of sole Heir, Princess Susan bone. ( Holding on to her female parent 's folk name at her insistence ) Afterwards, King James IV had married Augusta '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 congeneric waiting in the flank after queen mole rat Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the ivory family had only brought their wealthiness as a noble syndicate to the crown ( something unneeded as the thrower royal family line was plenteous than most of those in the European continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and zero more. Having not been in at war, there was no need to wee-wee a royal marriage connecter with some princess from Perhaps Republic of India, Nihon, Nationalist China or Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It had been a tenner of peace since the cobbler's last war with France and 50 years since the finish noble rebellion brought about the Flint family line ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate person and somewhat embarrassing thing that had been the lecture of the realm was the light posture of their Billie Jean Moffitt King. By the laws set down by merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a Rex or Queen could own one official Mistress or single choir for the design of pleasure or securing an successor. Augusta and Amelia, Beauties and sinewy hag in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the identification number of the royal stag kin, something of an urgent issue seeing as king King James had been an only minor. Thus even Amelia could not protest if James took on an official Mistress. However St. James the Apostle had n't taken a mistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a ill-famed habit for the King and his two most entrust friends ( Lord Dog Star Shirley Temple and Remus Lupin, both who had been his farsighted known friends since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and common populace and have numerous trysts with both the undivided and married women of the realm, leaving many a vernal single female parent or leaving the married woman of youngster Jehovah, merchants and high-up heavy with their by-blow children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a monarch butterfly and it was never said that these dame ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in gold, Expensive jewellery or belittled number of land for their royal bastard children to inherit. That and a make out paid Education Department at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even tidal bore for return sojourn from the king and his two trusted Lord. If married, most of their husbands were appeased with titles or amber. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a quick death. Either from an Assassin 's sceptre or from the power unleashed upon them by someone in the mogul 's personal safeguard, 10 witch and thaumaturge hand picked for their power and prowess in fight to protect the king and his honour.

That and the horror stories of the ira that came for the rest of the sept of those who took grudge 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 topic that those of his house were werewolves and provided the royal armies wizard puppet sectionalization with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a attested fact that the source of a werewolf was not optimal for a pattern noble Witch or common dame. lycanthrope seed was extremely fertile and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few exceptions. As such, unless carried by a female person werewolf, these nestling took a toll on their mother in the womb. Only an magically gifted Wiccan could survive such parturition but many ladies, commoners or whores who had to willingly grant themselves to Lupin ( else face the Rex 's displeasure ) would find their womb growing heavy and themselves unaccented from nurturing his Lycan progeny within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forebear cared. The fry were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their legal age to dish the realm.

So, to the plethora of the soon-to-be crowned young nance and her fagot mother, 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 removed nephew.

Lily drank down the concluding of her java, left some amber Galleons on the mesa and began her paseo home, ignoring the watchword, the voicelessness and the fuss over a perfectly king, thinking all the clock time she walked.

The Sir Arthur John Evans family had n't started out as Wizards and Witches. But their pedigree was no less important for it. Those of the Evans kinsfolk had actually been the stewards, bodyguards and servant of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a mighty thaumaturgist Godhead under her standard to subscribe to one of the Evans families daughter to married woman for their allegiance and serve and it was then that their sorcerous communication channel began and flourished. The merging of a powerful Sorcerer 's bloodline with new profligate caused it only to grow secure and the careful continued merging of wedlock and origin had seen the Evans family grow in mightiness and influence as Lady Morgana 's most hope and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans household as talented, powerful and Dark Witches and virtuoso due to their connectedness with the most potent Sorceress since Merlin, the Evans were what would holler `` Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousands of spells, ritual, fascination and sorceries, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` malefic '' as to the highest degree so called `` Dark Lord and Ladies '' were. The knowledge of the magic trick was secure to have, that was all.

But through the centuries, many had fallen in Service and vindication of their dame Morgana. Others persecuted over the days by those of the `` get off '' for siding with her. Though a powerful Noble family, they were no longer considered heights nobleness. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Chang class as those who brought war to Non Magicals for magnate and joy when it was only through subjugation that the Modern status quo of Magical Nobility and vernacular non Magical peasantry had taken place. If they had not taken up arms as the lady Morgana had declared, Magicals the domain over would have been persecuted for their endowment. Now it was they who made the decisiveness and brought progress through deception to the multitude, kept the common man from turning on each other for unintelligent understanding such as race or status. But of class Merlin and the `` light '' had to have the in conclusion say. Not that he had tried to override the way of things.

But since those days, there were few Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister rose wine. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her poor sis whom the king had lusted after and left with child. Harry had been born as his mother left this life, her liveliness and somebody now with the balance in The Ever distant Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble look of The tardily Billie Jean Moffitt King but none of his imbecility and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more talented than many who had come before him in her family, had mastered near all the family line spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his baronage at Hogwarts. Powerful to boot. A reference to the Evans name. Their Lady would be pleased she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and seventh yr. No question the term would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the late King clashing with their Final Magical examination and challenges. But she was patient. She could wait, albeit eagerly, to see how much her Nephew had grown even more from his formal education. She licked her full red lips at her depraved and lustful opinion, a smiling upon her seductive features.

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The intelligence had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The king was dead. Long live the Queen. A diminished lament of sorrow had come from the Hufflepuff table in the great Hall as the `` Wisconsinite '' closed membership, Princess Susan off-white 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 teacher of Gryffindor and Head of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The residue of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and mourning as soon as they left. rent fell easily and quickly from many of the younger student, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing headlong letters on torn parchment to send out off, asking for substantiation and the situation in the whole of the Kingdom. group of Lord small fry broke off into deep and quiet down discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

'' Not much interested in your father 's departure, Evans ?. '' A sly voice at his side of meat asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old friend, valuable ally and episodic devotee in his bed. They had given their purity to each early in their 4th year at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very deep adhesion. Seeing that her senior blood brother would remove the spot as heir, it had been agreed by noble Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an official mistress of the Herbert McLean Evans family, which would suffer Harry furnish for her and any children they had as undecomposed as if she was his wife, a reliever to both Harry and her. Daphne had no use for the old Lord who sent gifts and letters trying to get an enhancement to her. Her longsighted flowing blonde tomentum, dazzling emerald eyes and her fleshly number had many a God Almighty son seeking a connection but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her full, emerald painted back talk curved into a smirk as his eyes wandered down to her generous fizzle, the Hogwarts uniform doing cipher to hide it from his eye. 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 part with time for those I never knew, no matter their importance to the world-wide public or unwanted familial association. '' He said. His other hand moved to fondle her warm thigh gently and her smirk turned to a smile. Everyone was n't discover, seeing as they were all busy with their own thoughts on flow events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our resident physician Princess has something up her arm, France may believe this a complete time to attack and realise reason here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to cease Harry 's front, feeling happy at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't consider I 'm saying this but I would have been happier knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess ready for natural action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's patriotic to her commonwealth, friends and throne but that will only take you so far. '' He said. daphne let out a slight giggle as his helping hand began to actuate further up her second joint but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My Creator passion. A letter from male parent arrived just a few instant before the news program. A kin meeting is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to attend to. No doubt the king 's death will be discussed in detail. I 'd like to know what actually killed the man than just auditory sense of his passing. Promise I 'll tell you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a mystifying 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 rest of his life.

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

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The Slytherin Common way was large enough to accommodate everyone with their own personal fourth part and rooms. United as a house though they were, privacy and discretion for the foxiness was the social club of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to reach more educational activity from merlin, playing both slope as a true ophidian. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had better thing to do than think on history. He had sent his message and he was beaming it had been received and education followed. His pick of Crimson was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of gentlewoman in waiting from the schooling planetary house ( except Slytherin of line ) and for Harry, finding the good information to make some of them his was quite easy. Too easy in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` twinkle '' magical and loyal phratry, there posture had n't exactly gotten them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a limb of the long absolutely Prewetts, a powerful home that had prospicient since died out. Generations of bad investments and large spending had n't helped. As a family line the Weasley were pathetic and though they were n't in danger of number impoverishment and made a living in the Rex court in various minuscule positions, they were n't exactly wearing the in vogue fashions or mingling with near of High society.

Their promise had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a shine to her fellow fire haired Lady, cultivating her as a personal ally and Lady in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the time to come queen mole rat, perhaps as close-fitting as a baby, the Weasley public figure would rise and be better for it.

That thought had been dashed when the Whitney Moore Young Jr. Wiccan had come home in her 6th year, heavy with a prick fry in her womb. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff heart, was indeed loyal to her friends however and had even personally come for the birth but the Weasleys had to wonder if their chance had been crushed. While they took care of their girl bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to complete her breeding and uphold on as Princess Susan 's peeress. If perhaps she kept her scent plum, their ambitions would draw in through.

That their daughter was dressed in a tenuous nightie that did nothing to cover her curvaceous figure and big breast before him and had come at his mastery, Harry confirmed that her home 's status in the realm was n't any of her business concern. Or at least not as important as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in impoverishment for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a perceptiveness for the finer affair in aliveness with no Galleons to back it up. Expensive dresses for various Lord balls, enchanted jewelry, the adept perfume and robes not to mention all the equipment a true up witch studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly cheap. None of this her family could put up. It 's no marvel she got so wet at the visual sense of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle hooker from Knockturn alley and bore his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left satisfied with a womb full-of-the-moon of cum and large bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the excited yet nervous and slightly steamed look on her pretty look. The flames of the open fireplace in his room lent a shine to her red whorl and full, ruby 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, shadow lady supporter us ! Now, what 's the news show ? Did she bring up what the king died of ? fondness approach ? Duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her veneration. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' Poison. A veridical deadly one too. It struck right field at his core in arcminute after he drank some wine. Otherwise he would n't be dead. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` execution ? well that 's something to write habitation about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute. Putting cerebration of his fathers murder out of his mind, He sat down eagerly on his way indulgent couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a near nine time of day more for you to earn your keep ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightdress fall off to the soft carpeting. He enjoyed how stacked her figure was and how her breasts had grown. Motherhood suited her fountainhead. He moved one of his hired man to her flabby, blench belly. `` I 'm also trusted you wo n't be leaving before I put another noble babe in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the live on one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the chill of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a behemoth. You know what my family will think ?, what it will do to the kinfolk name 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 natural language met in an bore saltation. He ended, their kiss and fuss into her mouth, watching as she swallowed it without a thought. `` Yes, I 'm a monster. A `` wickedness lord '' in the fashioning. An `` evil '' genius as sooo many like to say of those in our theatre. And you 're a poor Gryffindor cocotte of a Wiccan and my personal slut and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my Au and having my bastard kid, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingers moving to part open her knock off folds and dip deep 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 glimpse this wholly year, begging for me to fuck and breed you. You do n't worry if you 're phratry remains ungraded pathetic as long as you remain my harlot, have my minor and get all the fancy thing I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and mewl at his intelligence, her thigh parting to take into account more access to his pumping fingers. She finally snapped, her moans and mewls turning to outcry of pleasure and completion as she came, soaking his fingers and the rug below in her hot, midst succus. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpet floor in a heap, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my whore. My honey, 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 wearing apparel and letting his 7 inch cock harden at the sight of her raw word form 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 cunt, its internal frame eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a good harlot and say me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to bring together her on top of the sheets, his cock playing with the ingress to her cunt, making his cockhead glossy on her juices but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. Make me yours, Lord Harry. spawn this treasonable witch with your seed. '' 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 cunt clung to every inch of his stopcock and Ginny could n't help the squeal of delectation that moved past her brim as he moved profoundly and deeper into her, reminding her snatch who owned her dead body and soul. inch after edge went into her gormandize bitch until finally she could his huge grapefruit sized balls on her ass. Her Lord was balls deep in her pussy.

Her hands lock up hard cycle him, as did her stage, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly push in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his duration and their association once more. Her pussy judge and failed to cling to him with each slowly thrust and retreat and the shocks and feelings of pleasure smashed through her torso with each trench stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the redheads announcement but did n't respond, too busy enjoying her tight snatch, feeling it eagerly suck on his cock 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 whore kitty-cat and reminding her why she always came when called. Her moan and cries of pleasure mixed with the strait of anatomy on flesh and all she could do was groan like a fornicatress as he pounded into her, his cock smashing onto her uterus entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her second orgasm of the night washed over her.

'' IT suffering ! MERLIN AND MORGANA ! IT HURTS SO FUCKING GOOD. ass ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! MAKE ME YOUR WOMAN ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A just bawd to take the load off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his onset upon her kitty. 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 neck swallowing the head of his cock as he cried out in orgasm.

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in pleasure, feeling Harry 's dick 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 seed, making her tactile property giddy and her uterus hot at the thought of the sister he was planting within her, reveling in the thought of bearing his child in her womb once more, giving him a salubrious baby in nine calendar month, disgrace to her family unit uncared for.

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

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

At finale, after what seemed like 60 minutes, Harry could n't give anymore, his bombastic cock giving a terminal shudder, his balls a final exam twitching, before shooting its concluding gusher of his thick, sperm laden cream into the redheads overflowing pussy. Her, smooth blench legs unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her slope, parted to show his softening putz leaving her slit and pouring out his thick load of seed.

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

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

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my slovenly woman ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redheader nodded, her gaze full of adoration for him. His handwriting moved over her smooth belly. `` And do n't worry about the babe I 'm going to be intimate into you tonight. My auntie Lily will be calling on your family soon. Our kid 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 trivial whore Mistress. '' He said, capturing her lips once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her backtalk down onto his, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. She explored every bit of his mouth til she felt his own spit Begin to meet hers, forcing her lingua back into her own only to have him search her hot, wet mouth. The kiss was brutal and wanton, her full phase of the moon, red, soft sass were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

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

Ginny did n't even bother to fight back Susan or Harry 's derogatory comments. She simply got down to the labor of sucking on Harry 's joy giving rooster, cleaning him up like a estimable Whore, greedily sucking on his tool as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot shipment he would feast her.

Harry smiled and lay back to relish the pleasure as his mind turned to what the coming twenty-four hours would bring