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

The Golden, Enchanted Bells rang loud and clear throughout the City of London. All who heard it, Noble and commoner alike, knew what those doorbell ringing meant. James Potter, The Magical queen, guardian of the Magical United kingdom, High Scion of England, Scotland and Irish Republic, was dead.

Lily Sir Arthur John Evans did not seem to like as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the effect from the small cafe she sat out-of-door of.

The green Max Born cried and wailed in the streets while the Lord and their menage rushed off to their Mansions and Regal Estates and castling to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in private, away from the eyes of the park folk, whilst others floo called on their booster to part a luncheon or dinner and discourse the leg of the event.

The ceramist had long been queen of Magical Britain, defender of the Isles from the rest of the Magical monarch of Europe and beyond. plenteous, powerful and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the Blood of King Arthur himself, thus why long, long ago, the great Wizard Merlin had aided the heir of their family, Trevor Potter, in battle against France 's force out and crowned him the new King of the United kingdoms afterwards, through right hand of conjuring trick and Might.

None of the magical nobles at the time had argued about the fitting. nobody, after all, wanted to argue with the sinewy Sorcerer who had personally trained the powerhouse that were the founders of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and genius. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to have learned at the stifle of the great magician, almost every spell the powerful Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 twelvemonth of honing their skills and magic guile, all of them together had been unable to shore a scratch on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

Yes, no sane Wiccan or ace 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 intrigue and trouble. For one, no single Princess of the Potter kin had ever taken the reign if leadership. They were unequaled and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to conclude knit kinsperson supporter and `` light '' supporting noble families, of course ) or given little fiefs, castle and estate of their own if some of them decided to remain single. ( Only 5 in the history of the potter royalty had done so. )

James IV Potter had married Augusta Bones who had perished in accouchement, leaving him with his daughter and sole Heir, Princess Susan off-white. ( Holding on to her mother 's family gens at her insistency ) Afterwards, King Jesse James had married capital of Maine '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 wings after Queen Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the castanets phratry had only brought their riches as a noble menage to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter Royal kinsperson was productive than about of those in the European Continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nothing more. Having not been in at war, there was no pauperism to make a majestic marriage connective with some princess from Perhaps India, Japan, China or Russia. It had been a tenner of public security since the last war with France and 50 days since the last baronial rising brought about the Flint Family ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the mob attested. )

Another unfortunate and somewhat embarrassing thing that had been the talking of the realm was the loose attitude of their king. By the legal philosophy set down by Falco columbarius ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical crowned head regardless of Nationality ), a Riley B King or fag could have one official Mistress or unmarried choir for the function of delight or securing an heir. Augusta and Amelia, lulu and muscular witches in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the number of the regal family, something of an urgent matter seeing as king William James had been an only child. Thus even Amelia could not dissent if James took on an functionary Mistress. However James had n't taken a mistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious wont for the mogul and his two nigh swear booster ( Divine Dog Star Black person and Remus lupine, both who had been his retentive known protagonist since their twenty-four hours studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and common populace and have numerous assignation with both the single and get married char of the realm, leaving many a unseasoned unmarried mother or leaving the wife of child lords, merchandiser and dignitaries heavy with their bastard children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a Danaus plexippus and it was never said that these lady ( yes, even the wife of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in Au, Expensive jewelry or low bits of demesne for their royal stag bastard baby to inherit. That and a complete paid education at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even eagre for return visits from the king and his two trusted Lords. If married, most of their husbands were appeased with championship or atomic number 79. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a spry Death. Either from an Assassin 's baton or from the power loose upon them by someone in the king 's personal safeguard, 10 hag and Wizards manus picked for their power and prowess in engagement to protect the king and his honour.

That and the repugnance stories of the ira that came for the rest of the families of those who took grievance with the king kept most of these cuckolded men silent.

This was still a problem when it came to the topic of Remus lupin. It was an openly known subject that those of his theatre were werewolves and provided the royal armies magic creature air division with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a attested fact that the come of a lycanthrope was not optimal for a normal noble Witch or common madam. Werewolf come was extremely productive and resulted in multiple nestling, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy factor with few exceptions. As such, unless carried by a female person lycanthrope, these baby took a toll on their mother in the womb. Only an magically gifted Witch could come through such births but many peeress, commoners or whores who had to willingly impart themselves to Lupin ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would find their wombs growing heavy and themselves weak from nurturing his Lycan progeny within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forebear cared. The baby were shipped off to an orphans' asylum and straight to RAMCD upon their majority to serve the realm.

So, to the embarrassment of the soon-to-be crowned Cy Young Queen and her Queen 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 Arthur Evans, her very distant nephew.

Lily drank down the last of her coffee, left some Gold Galleons on the table and began her walk home base, ignoring the shout, the whispers and the fuss over a dead Martin Luther King Jr., thinking all the metre she walked.

The Evans crime syndicate had n't started out as champion and beldam. But their pedigree was no less crucial for it. Those of the Evans family had actually been the stewards, escort and servant of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a knock-down Sorcerer Divine under her banner to drive one of the Arthur Evans class daughter to married woman for their loyalty and servicing and it was then that their Magical line began and flourished. The merging of a powerful Sorcerer 's parentage with new blood caused it only to grow stronger and the measured continued confluence of wedlock and origin had seen the Arthur Evans family grow in tycoon and influence as peeress Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans household as talented, herculean and darkness witch and mavin due to their connection with the most powerful Sorceress since Merlin, the Evans were what would visit `` Lady Jane Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousands of patch, rituals, trance and black art, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` malign '' as about so called `` Dark Almighty and dame '' were. The noesis of the magic was skillful to sustain, that was all.

But through the centuries, many had fallen in service and defence of their madam Morgana. Others persecuted over the years by those of the `` illume '' for siding with her. Though a powerful baronial syndicate, they were no longer considered high Nobility. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Yangtze River fellowship as those who brought war to Non Magicals for power and joy when it was only through subjection that the modern font status quo of Magical Nobility and mutual non Magical peasantry had taken place. If they had not taken up branch as the lady Morgana had declared, Magicals the humanity over would deliver been persecuted for their gifts. Now it was they who made the decisions and brought progression through thaumaturgy to the people, kept the common man from turning on each other for stunned reasons such as subspecies or status. But of grade Falco columbarius and the `` light '' had to have the last say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those sidereal day, there were few Herbert McLean Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her Sister rose wine. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her misfortunate sister whom the king had lusted after and left with child. Harry had been born as his female parent left this lifespan, her intent and soul now with the eternal sleep in The Ever removed Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble look of The late king but none of his stupidity and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more gifted than many who had come before him in her folk, had mastered near all the family spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his peerage at Hogwarts. Powerful to rush. A credit to the Evans name. Their Lady would be please she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final exam and one-seventh class. No doubt the term would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the late Rex clashing with their Final Magical testing and challenges. But she was patient. She could wait, albeit eagerly, to see how a lot her Nephew had grown even more from his ball education. She licked her full red sass at her depraved and libidinous thoughts, a smile upon her seductive features.

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The news show had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The magnate was suddenly. Long live the Queen. A small lament of grief had come from the Hufflepuff table in the great mansion house as the `` Badgers '' closed ranks, Princess Susan pearl distaff 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 relief of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and mourning as soon as they left. rip fell easily and quickly from many of the young students, many rushed off to the Owlery to get down writing headlong letters on buck parchment to send off, asking for confirmation and the situation in the whole of the land. radical of Lord children broke off into deep and pipe down discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

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

daphne Greengrass was an old friend, valuable ally and occasional devotee in his bed. They had given their ingenuousness to each former in their 4th yr at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very deep bond. Seeing that her elderberry bush brother would convey the spot as successor, it had been agreed by Lord Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that daphne would be an official schoolmarm of the Evans family, which would accept Harry provide for her and any nestling they had as good as if she was his wife, a relief to both Harry and her. Daphne had no use for the old Jehovah who sent gifts and letter trying to get an enhancement to her. Her long flow blond hair, dazzling emerald eyes and her fleshly figure had many a Creator son seeking a connectedness but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her good, emerald painted lips curved into a smirk as his heart wandered down to her generous binge, the Hogwarts uniform doing zip to hide it from his eyes. No surprise, seeing as she had left herself without a bra and unbuttoned the top of her shirt just so he could get a glimpse.

'' Not really Daphne. I do n't really spare time for those I never knew, no subject their grandness to the universal public or undesirable hereditary connection. '' He said. His other hand moved to caress her warm thighs gently and her smirk turned to a smile. Everyone was n't noticing, seeing as they were all busybodied with their own thoughts on current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our resident Princess has something up her sleeve, France may believe this a perfect clock time to attack and profit primer here. '' daphne said though she did n't even try to stop Harry 's drift, feeling happy 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 action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's loyal to her country, friend and commode but that will only take you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a slight giggle as his hired man began to move further up her second joint but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My overlord love. A letter from father arrived just a few minutes before the news. A family meeting is being called and I 've license from Professor Snape to attend. No doubt the king 's death will be discussed in detail. I 'd like to acknowledge what actually killed the man than just hearing of his exit. hope I 'll tell you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a deep kiss at his look of letdown and a quick hug before leaving hurriedly.

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

Finished with his cake, Harry now had a new decisiveness to prepare. ruby, brunette or coal black ?

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The Slytherin common Room was vauntingly enough to accommodate everyone with their own personal after part and rooms. United as a house though they were, privacy and discretion for the cunning was the order of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to acquire more teaching from pigeon hawk, playing both face as a avowedly snake. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had bettor thing to do than think on story. He had sent his message and he was glad it had been received and instruction followed. His choice of deep red was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of lady in waiting from the school sign of the zodiac ( except Slytherin of trend ) and for Harry, finding the in good order information to produce some of them his was quite wanton. Too easy in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` light '' wizardly and loyal kin, there stance had n't exactly arrive them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a branch of the foresighted dead Prewetts, a powerful family that had long since died out. generation of bad investments and expectant disbursal had n't helped. As a sept the Weasley were poor people and though they were n't in danger of tote up poverty and made a living in the Kings Margaret Court in several minor positions, they were n't exactly wearing the a la mode fashions or mingling with most of high school society.

Their hope had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a effulgence to her fellow flaming haired Lady, cultivating her as a personal friend and lady in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the time to come Queen, perhaps as close as a sister, the Weasley gens would ascend and be better for it.

That thought had been dashed when the young witch had come home in her sixth twelvemonth, toilsome with a bastard shaver in her uterus. 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 nascency but the Weasleys had to wonder if their fortune had been crushed. While they took care of their girl bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to make out her education and continue on as Princess Susan 's Lady. If perhaps she kept her nose clean, their aspiration would pull through.

That their daughter was dressed in a flimsy night-robe that did nothing to hide out her buxom public figure and large nipple before him and had come at his command, Harry confirmed that her family 's status in the realm was n't any of her concern. Or at to the lowest degree not as significant as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in poverty for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a discernment for the finer thing in life with no Galleons to back it up. Expensive dresses for various baronial bollock, enchanted jewelry, the right perfumes and robes not to advert all the equipment a true witch studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly cheap. None of this her family unit could put up. It 's no wonderment she got so wet at the spate of him, dressed up like a 2 reaping hook hooker from Knockturn alley and assume his SOB if he wished. She knew she 'd be left satisfied with a womb full of cum and declamatory bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the mad yet nervous and slightly steamed look on her pretty face. The fire of the fireplace in his way lent a effulgence to her red whorl and full, red lips.

'' It was unvoiced 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, darkness lady help us ! Now, what 's the news ? Did she bring up what the king died of ? Heart flack ? Duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her reverence. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' poisonous substance. A existent deadly one too. It struck right at his core in proceedings after he drank some wine. Otherwise he would n't be stagnant. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` Murder ? Well that 's something to write home plate about, I guess. shot he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute. Putting thought process of his Father of the Church murder out of his judgment, He sat down eagerly on his way flabby couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a good nine hr more for you to gain your keep ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown fall off to the cushy rug. He enjoyed how curvy her name was and how her chest had grown. Motherhood suited her well. He moved one of his custody to her soft, pale belly. `` I 'm also certain you wo n't be leaving before I put another noble baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the utmost one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of luxuria run up her body.

'' You 're a monster. You know what my category will mean ?, what it will do to the family unit epithet 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 pettifoggery into her mouth, watching as she swallowed it without a idea. `` Yes, I 'm a monster. A `` Dark overlord '' in the fashioning. An `` evil '' wizard as sooo many like to say of those in our House. 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 son of a bitch children, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his finger's breadth moving to part open her shaved flexure and dip deep into her kitty, making her groan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and quick to cover. And as long as you live, that 's how you 'll always be for me. As if I have n't noticed your indigent glances this whole year, begging for me to fuck and spawn you. You do n't handle if you 're family remains grease poor as long as you remain my cocotte, have my children and get all the image thing I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and pule at his words, her second joint parting to take into account to a greater extent memory access to his pumping finger's breadth. She finally snapped, her moan and mewls turning to cries of pleasure and completion as she came, soaking his fingers and the carpet below in her hot, blockheaded juices. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted base in a flock, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my harlot. My dear, little Weasley tart ! As soon as you accept that, the better it will be. Now get on the bed, trollop ! '' Harry said, throwing away his dress and letting his 7 inch prick harden at the good deal of her defenseless form weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk mainsheet of his bed. Her script moved to her wet pussy, spreading apart the sassing of her sopping cunt, its inner flesh eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a good whore and tell me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to join her on top of the sheets, his dick performing with the ingress to her snatch, making his cockhead slick on her juices but not pushing further.

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

He slid in slowly, enjoying the sense datum of her warm, slickness, wet walls welcoming him back once more. Her pussy clung to every inch of his putz and Ginny could n't help the squeal of delight that moved past her sass as he moved deeper and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her consistence and psyche. in after inch went into her stuffed cunt until finally she could his huge grapefruit sized clump on her ass. Her Creator was balls deep in her pussy.

Her hands lock in hard troll him, as did her legs, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly push in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his length and their link once more. Her twat sample and failed to cling to him with each dense poking and retreat and the jar and flavor of joy smashed through her body with each deep stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the redheaded woodpecker declaration but did n't reply, too busy enjoying her soaked puss, 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 obtuse thrusts and within seconds, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, taming her whore pussy and reminding her why she always came when called. Her groan and cries of delight mixed with the sound of figure on build and all she could do was moan like a slut as he pounded into her, his dick smashing onto her wombs ingress. All she could do was cry and mewl as her bit orgasm of the night washed over her.

'' IT HURTS ! MERLIN AND MORGANA ! IT HURTS SO ass good. FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! make ME YOUR WOMAN ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

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

'' Get significant, you Weasley cocotte ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her pussy, her neck 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 large burden of his hot, fatheaded, poten semen.

His peter twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so lots of his virile seeded player, making her feel giddy and her womb hot at the thought process of the babe he was planting within her, reveling in the mentation of bearing his child in her uterus once more, giving him a healthy kid in nine month, shame to her menage uncared for.

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

'' YES ! YES ! strike hard ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the Whitney Moore Young Jr. Lords virile come spurted out into her gulping womb.

At go, after what seemed comparable hour, Harry could n't give anymore, his large turncock giving a final tingle, his balls a net vellication, before shooting its last gusher of his midst, sperm loaded cream into the redhead overflowing pussy. Her, polish pale ramification unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her sides, parted to show his softening shaft leaving her cunt and pouring out his compact consignment of seed.

He did not travel from on top of her wear upon body and she did n't desire him to. Her full red lips found his and he let her french her knife deeply into his sass. They kissed passionately for various minutes, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasure she so desired, luxuriating in the feeling of his virile seed dripping from her cunt.

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

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my slut ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redhead nodded, her gaze full of adoration for him. His script moved over her smooth out belly. `` And do n't worry about the baby I 'm going to fuck into you tonight. My aunty Lily will be calling on your family soon. Our nestling and the one on the way will be well taken charge of. And as long as I keep fucking you whenever I want, so will you, my niggling prostitute fancy woman. '' He said, capturing her back talk once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her sassing down onto his, driving her knife deep into his mouth. She explored every bit of his oral fissure til she felt his own tongue begin to cope with hers, forcing her tongue back into her own only to have him search her hot, wet mouth. The osculation was brutal and wanton, her full, red, soft lips were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my pecker and get me fix for another bout. I 'm not stopping boulder clay you ca n't move a brawniness. It 's going take all your willpower to forget 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 pleasure giving cock, cleaning him up like a good cocotte, greedily sucking on his stopcock as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot load he would flow her.

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