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

The Golden, Enchanted Alexander Bell rang loud and light up throughout the City of Greater London. All who heard it, Noble and common man alike, knew what those campana ringing meant. James Potter, The Magical King, Protector of the Magical United kingdom, high gear Scion of England, Scotland and Republic of Ireland, was dead.

Lily Evans did not seem to care as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee tree and observed the upshot from the diminished cafe she sat outside of.

The park Max Born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobles and their families rushed off to their manse and Regal Estates and rook to do their lamentation ( or celebrating and plotting ) in buck private, away from the eyes of the common folk, whilst others floo called on their ally to parcel a lunch or dinner and discuss the ramification of the event.

The Potters had long been male monarch of Magical Britain, protectors of the Isles from the rest of the Magical monarchs of EEC and beyond. Rich, powerful and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the parentage of King Arthur himself, thus why tenacious, long ago, the keen whiz Merlin had aided the heir of their kin, Trevor thrower, in battle against France 's forcefulness and crowned him the new tycoon of the United land afterwards, through right of deception and Might.

None of the magic nobleman at the metre had argued about the appointee. nobody, after all, wanted to indicate with the powerful wizard who had personally trained the Powerhouses that were the founders of Hogwarts school of witchery and Wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to have learned at the knees of the great Wizard, almost every spell the powerful wizard knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their acquirement and sorcerous cunning, all of them together had been unable to land a scratch 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 ceramist was dead and to train his place was none but his girl and that had its own set of intrigue and trouble. For one, no I Princess of the thrower sept had ever taken the reigns if leading. They were alone and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to fill up knit sept friends and `` light '' supporting imposing families, of course ) or given small fief, castles and nation of their own if some of them decided to remain single. ( Only 5 in the story of the Potter royal house had done so. )

James ceramicist had married Augusta Bones who had perished in childbirth, leaving him with his daughter and sole Heir, Princess Susan Bones. ( Holding on to her mother 's family name at her insistence ) Afterwards, mogul St. James the Apostle had married Augusta 's sister, Amelia but that marriage ceremony had proven useless as it brought no children forth either and angered many Lord, who had their own female person relatives waiting in the wings after Queen Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the bones family had only brought their wealthiness as a noble family to the crown ( something unneeded as the thrower royal family unit was ample than most of those in the European continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and zilch more. Having not been in at war, there was no motivation to defecate a royal marriage connection with some princess from Perhaps India, japan, China or Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic. It had been a decade of peace since the utmost war with France and 50 twelvemonth since the last baronial 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 thing that had been the talk of the realm was the sluttish attitude of their king. By the natural law set down by Merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical Danaus plexippus regardless of Nationality ), a king or pansy could have one functionary Mistress or unmarried consort for the use of pleasure or securing an heir. capital of Maine and Amelia, Beauties and powerful beldame in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the number of the royal kinsfolk, something of an urgent matter seeing as king James had been an only tike. Thus even Amelia could not dissent if James II took on an official Mistress. However Henry James had n't taken a mistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious habit for the power and his two most trusted friends ( Maker Dog Star pitch blackness and Remus Lupin, both who had been his long known friends since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and park populace and have numerous rendezvous with both the single and marry adult female of the region, leaving many a young single mother or leaving the married woman of minor lords, merchants and high muckamuck heavy with their SOB children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a monarch butterfly and it was never said that these noblewoman ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in gold, Expensive jewellery or small mo of land for their royal stag bastard youngster to inherit. That and a complete paid training at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even eager for return visit from the king and his two trusted Lords. If married, almost of their married man were appeased with titles or amber. Those that demanded expiation however, faced a quick death. Either from an assassin 's wand or from the exponent loose upon them by someone in the king 's personal safeguard, 10 witch and genius handwriting picked for their business leader and artistry in battle to protect the king and his honour.

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

This was still a problem when it came to the thing of Remus lupine. It was an openly known matter that those of his house were werewolves and provided the royal army charming beast sectionalisation with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a documented fact that the cum of a werewolf was not optimal for a rule Lord Witch or vulgar lady. Werewolf seed was extremely fat and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few exceptions. As such, unless carried by a distaff loup-garou, these children took a price on their female parent in the womb. Only an magically gifted Witch could survive such giving birth but many ladies, common man or whores who had to willingly collapse themselves to lupine ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would recover their wombs growing heavy and themselves debile from nurturing his Lycan issue within them, only to die in childbearing. Not that their forebear cared. The children 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 crown young Queen and her queen mole rat 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 Herbert McLean Evans, her very remote nephew.

Lily drank down the last of her chocolate, left some Gold Galleons on the table and began her walking home, ignoring the crying, the whispers and the fuss over a utter king, thinking all the meter she walked.

The Evans home had n't started out as ace and Witches. But their lineage was no less important for it. Those of the Herbert McLean Evans family had actually been the keeper, escort and servants of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a herculean Sorcerer lord under her banner to take aim one of the Evans families daughters to wife for their loyalty and service and it was then that their Magical stock began and flourished. The conflux of a powerful wizard 's line with new blood caused it only to grow substantial and the thrifty continued coming together of wedlock and bloodlines had seen the Evans family grow in powerfulness and influence as Lady Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Sir Arthur John Evans household as gifted, powerful and Dark Witches and adept due to their connection with the most knock-down Sorceress since Falco columbarius, the Herbert McLean Evans were what would call `` grayness ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered 1000 of spells, ritual, enthrallment and necromancy, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as near so called `` Dark Lords and Ladies '' were. The cognition of the magic was good to have, that was all.

But through the centuries, many had fallen in service and defence reaction of their Lady Morgana. Others persecuted over the years by those of the `` light '' for siding with her. Though a potent Noble family, they were no longer considered high school nobility. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Chang kinsfolk as those who brought war to Non Magicals for baron and pleasure when it was only through conquering that the Modern status quo of Magical nobleness and park non Magical peasantry had taken seat. If they had not taken up arms as the madam Morgana had declared, Magicals the world over would have been persecuted for their gifts. Now it was they who made the decisions and brought progress through thaumaturgy to the citizenry, kept the common man from turning on each early for stupid rationality such as raceway or condition. But of course of action Merlin and the `` light '' had to take in the last say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those days, there were few Arthur Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister pink wine. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her inadequate sister whom the Rex had lusted after and left with nestling. Harry had been born as his female parent left this life story, her intent and soul now with the repose in The Ever aloof Sion of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble look of The former world-beater but none of his imbecility and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more talented than many who had come before him in her family unit, 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 Arthur Evans name. Their Lady would be delight she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and seventh class. No doubt the terminal figure would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the recently King clashing with their Final Magical testing and challenges. But she was patient. She could await, albeit eagerly, to see how very much her Nephew had grown even more from his formal education. She licked her wide red back talk at her demoralize and lustful thoughts, a smile upon her seductive features.

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The intelligence had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The king was dead. Long live the tabby. A belittled wail of grief had come from the Hufflepuff table in the great dormitory as the `` Badgers '' closed ranks, Princess Susan bone 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. Tears fell easily and quickly from many of the unseasoned students, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing hasty letters on torn parchment to direct off, asking for confirmation and the situation in the whole of the land. radical of Lord fry broke off into deep and hushed discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

'' Not much interested in your sire 's going, Evans ?. '' A sly vocalization at his side asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old Quaker, worthful ally and occasional fan 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 rich James Bond. Seeing that her elder pal would take the patch as heir, it had been agreed by Almighty Greengrass and Harry 's aunty Lily that daphne would be an Official Mistress of the Herbert McLean Evans mob, which would have Harry offer for her and any children they had as dependable as if she was his wife, a relief to both Harry and her. Daphne had no use for the old Maker who sent gift and varsity letter trying to get an enhancement to her. Her long flowing blonde tomentum, dazzling emerald heart and her sensual figure had many a lord son seeking a connection but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her replete, emerald painted back talk curved into a smirk as his eyes wandered down to her generous tear, the Hogwarts uniform doing nothing to shroud 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 meter for those I never knew, no matter their importance to the general public or unwanted familial connectedness. '' He said. His early manus moved to fondle her warmly thighs gently and her smirk turned to a grinning. Everyone was n't remark, seeing as they were all busy with their own view on current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our occupant Princess has something up her sleeve, France may recall this a perfect clock time to round and reach land 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 think I 'm saying this but I would have got been happier knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess ready for action at law rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's loyal to her country, champion and Throne but that will only take you so far. '' He said. daphne let out a fragile giggle as his mitt 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 noble dearest. A letter from sire arrived just a few mo before the news show. A family encounter is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to pay heed. No question the mogul 's end will be discussed in detail. I 'd care to have a go at it what actually killed the man than just audience of his passing. Promise I 'll tell you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your dashing hopes. '' She said, giving him a rich osculation at his flavor of disappointment and a spry 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 bar, Harry now had a new determination to make. Crimson, brunette or Ebony ?

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The Slytherin Common Room was expectant enough to conciliate everyone with their own personal quarters and rooms. United as a firm though they were, privacy and discreetness for the guile was the Holy Order of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to gain more educational activity from Falco columbarius, playing both side as a true ophidian. 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 account. He had sent his message and he was beaming it had been received and education followed. His choice of ruby was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of Ladies in waiting from the school home ( except Slytherin of course of instruction ) and for Harry, finding the right wing information to make some of them his was quite soft. Too light in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` spark '' charming and fast family, there stance had n't exactly dumbfound them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a branch of the prospicient utter Prewetts, a powerful kinsperson that had long since died out. contemporaries of bad investing and enceinte spending had n't helped. As a family the Weasley were pathetic and though they were n't in danger of aggregate poverty and made a livelihood in the top executive court in various small stance, they were n't exactly wearing the latest manner or mingling with almost of High society.

Their Hopes had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a effulgence to her fellow flame haired madam, cultivating her as a personal protagonist and gentlewoman in waiting. If Ginny could get airless to the future poof, perhaps as close as a sister, the Weasley epithet would rise and be punter for it.

That thought had been dashed when the young witch had come home in her sixth year, hard with a prick child in her womb. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff sum, was indeed loyal to her acquaintance however and had even personally come for the birth but the Weasleys had to wonder if their Chances had been crushed. While they took care of their girl bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to fill out her educational activity and go on on as Princess Susan 's dame. If perhaps she kept her horn in uninfected, their ambitiousness would rip through.

That their daughter was dressed in a flimsy nightdress that did nothing to hide out her curvaceous figure and large tits before him and had come at his program line, Harry confirmed that her family '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 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 versatile stately balls, enchanted jewellery, the salutary perfumes and robes not to cite all the equipment a true witch studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly cheap. None of this her family could render. It 's no wonder she got so wet at the sight of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle floozy from Knockturn alley and digest his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left satisfied with a womb good of cum and large bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the delirious yet skittish and slightly get to facial expression on her pretty cheek. The flame of the fireplace in his elbow room lent a shine to her red locks and full, red lips.

'' It was grueling 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 fag now I guess, Dark lady help us ! Now, what 's the news ? Did she mention what the king died of ? Heart attack ? Duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her fears. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' Poison. A real deadly one too. It struck right at his pith in instant after he drank some wine. Otherwise he would n't be idle. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` Murder ? fountainhead that 's something to spell home about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a min. Putting intellection of his fathers murder out of his mind, He sat down eagerly on his rooms subdued couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a secure nine hours more for you to earn your hold ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the gown fall off to the soft carpet. He enjoyed how curvy her flesh was and how her breast had grown. Motherhood suited her well. He moved one of his hands to her soft, pale belly. `` I 'm also sure you wo n't be leaving before I put another Lord baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the hold out one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the quiver of lecherousness run up her body.

'' You 're a teras. You know what my family will intend ?, what it will do to the phratry name if I become pregnant again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her back talk parted as their tongues met in an eager saltation. He ended, their buss and tiff into her backtalk, watching as she swallowed it without a opinion. `` Yes, I 'm a demon. A `` Dark Divine '' in the making. An `` wickedness '' wizard as sooo many like to say of those in our firm. And you 're a poor Gryffindor fancy woman of a witch and my personal slattern and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my gold and having my bastard children, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingers moving to part open her shaved flexure and dip oceanic abyss into her pussycat, 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 destitute glances this unscathed year, begging for me to love and breed you. You do n't care if you 're family line remains dirt poor people as long as you remain my cocotte, have my youngster and get all the visualize matter I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and mewl at his words, her thigh parting to allow more accession to his pumping fingers. She finally snapped, her moans and mewls turning to cries of joy and completion as she came, soaking his fingerbreadth and the carpet below in her hot, thick succus. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted floor in a quite a little, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my whore. My love, piddling Weasley whore ! As soon as you accept that, the ripe it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his apparel and letting his 7 inch cock harden at the spate of her nude manikin weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheets of his bed. Her hand moved to her wet pussy, spreading apart the lips of her sopping cunt, its intimate frame aegir for his cock.

'' Now, be a good whore and say me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to conjoin her on top of the bed sheet, his cock playing with the entryway to her cunt, making his cockhead slick on her juices but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. attain me yours, Lord Harry. Breed this traitorous Wiccan with your source. '' She murmured, oculus begging and concupiscent. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warm, glossy, wet bulwark welcoming him back once more. Her purulent clung to every inch of his cock and Ginny could n't help the squeal of joy that moved past her back talk as he moved deep and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her consistency and soul. Inch after column inch went into her satiate cunt until finally she could his huge Citrus paradisi sized bollock on her ass. Her Lord was balls inscrutable in her pussy.

Her hands locked difficult one shot him, as did her branch, 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 joining once more. Her kitty render and failed to cling to him with each wearisome driving force and hideaway and the seismic disturbance and feelings of pleasure smashed through her body with each oceanic abyss stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the redheader resolution but did n't reply, too busy enjoying her crocked cunt, feeling it eagerly suck on his prick greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his deep and dumb thrusts and within second gear, he was fucking her as fasting and hard as he could, taming her whore pussy and reminding her why she always came when called. Her moans and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of chassis on flesh and all she could do was moan like a loose woman as he pounded into her, his pecker smashing onto her wombs entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her arcsecond climax of the night washed over her.

'' IT harm ! MERLIN AND MORGANA ! IT HURTS SO FUCKING GOOD. roll in the hay ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! shuffling ME YOUR WOMAN ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A honorable whore to take the load off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his barrage upon her pussy. But even he knew he was nearing his sharpness. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get meaning, you Weasley WHORE ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her snatch, her uterine cervix swallowing the read/write head of his putz as he cried out in orgasm.

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in pleasure, feeling Harry 's rooster Begin to spurt out a large shipment of his hot, thickheaded, poten semen.

His cock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so often of his virile ejaculate, making her feel giddy and her womb hot at the thought of the child he was planting within her, reveling in the idea of bearing his baby in her womb once more, giving him a healthy child in nine calendar month, shame to her kinsperson uncared for.

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

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

At last, after what seemed like hours, Harry could n't gift anymore, his expectant turncock giving a final shudder, his balls a concluding twitch, before shooting its last gusher of his thick, sperm ladle cream into the redheader overflowing puss. Her, quiet pale legs unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her slope, parted to show his softening cock leaving her puss and pouring out his thickly cargo of seed.

He did not affect from on top of her timeworn consistence 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 various minute of arc, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasance she so desired, luxuriating in the flavour of his virile ejaculate dripping from her cunt.

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

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my trollop ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty Aythya americana nodded, her regard full of idolization for him. His script moved over her smooth belly. `` And do n't care about the child 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 minuscule prostitute Mistress. '' He said, capturing her brim once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her mouth down onto his, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. She explored every bit of his mouth til she felt his own tongue Menachem Begin to match hers, forcing her spit back into her own only to have him research her hot, wet mouth. The kiss was unrelenting and wanton, her good, red, sonant mouth were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my shaft and get me ready for another troll. I 'm not stopping public treasury you ca n't move a muscle. It 's going take all your self-will to impart my bed to get back to that big breasted puritan of a soon to be poof you love so much. ``

Ginny did n't even trouble to defend Susan or Harry 's derogatory comments. She simply got down to the task of sucking on Harry 's delight giving cock, cleaning him up like a practiced Whore, greedily sucking on his cock as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot lading he would course her.

Harry smiled and lay back to enjoy the joy as his psyche turned to what the coming days would bring