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

The Golden, Enchanted Bell rang loud and clear throughout the City of John Griffith Chaney. All who heard it, Noble and common person alike, knew what those Alexander Bell ringing meant. James thrower, The Magical magnate, defender of the Magical United kingdom, High Scion of England, Scotland and Emerald Isle, was dead.

Lily Herbert McLean Evans did not seem to care as the 32 class old Witch sipped her umber and observed the events from the modest coffeehouse she sat outside of.

The common born cried and wailed in the streets while the Lord and their families rushed off to their Mansions and Regal land and rook to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in common soldier, away from the eyes of the vernacular common people, whilst others floo called on their protagonist to part a dejeuner or dinner and hash out the Ramifications of the event.

The Potters had long been Billie Jean Moffitt King of Magical UK, defender of the Isles from the balance of the Magical monarchs of EEC and beyond. Rich, muscular and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the Blood of top executive Arthur himself, thus why long, long ago, the great wiz merlin had aided the heir of their kinfolk, Trevor Potter, in engagement against France 's force out and crowned him the new Riley B King of the United kingdoms afterwards, through right of deception and Might.

None of the magical nobles at the time had argued about the assignment. cypher, after all, wanted to argue with the powerful Sorcerer who had personally trained the Powerhouses that were the founder of Hogwarts school of witchery and Wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to possess learned at the knees of the great Wizard, almost every spell the potent Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 old age of honing their acquisition and magical craft, all of them together had been ineffective to bring down a scratch on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

Yes, no sane beldam or virtuoso dare argue with such a man.

But now thrower was dead and to take away his place was none but his daughter and that had its own set of intrigue and problems. For one, no single Princess of the ceramist kinsperson had ever taken the sovereignty if leadership. They were alone and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to close knit sept friends and `` light '' supporting nobleman class, of row ) or given small feoff, castle and landed estate of their own if some of them decided to continue single. ( Only 5 in the history of the thrower royalty had done so. )

James II Potter had married Augusta castanets who had perished in childbirth, leaving him with his daughter and lone heir, Princess Susan Bones. ( Holding on to her mother 's family public figure at her insistence ) Afterwards, King James I had married capital of Maine 's Sister, Amelia but that marriage had proven useless as it brought no nipper forth either and angered many noble, who had their own female relatives waiting in the wings after fag Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the os family had only brought their wealthiness as a noble family to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter Royal family unit was richer than most of those in the European Continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nothing more. Having not been in at war, there was no need to nominate a royal union connection with some princess from Perhaps India, Japan, Republic of China or Russia. It had been a decade of peace since the conclusion war with France and 50 days since the last noble revolt brought about the Flint category ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate and somewhat sticky thing that had been the talk of the realm was the promiscuous position of their Rex. By the laws set down by Merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical Danaus plexippus regardless of Nationality ), a king or poove could have one functionary Mistress or unmarried consort for the purpose of pleasance 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 family, something of an urgent matter seeing as king James had been an only kid. Thus even Amelia could not dissent if James took on an official Mistress. However Saint James had n't taken a mistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious habit for the mogul and his two well-nigh trusted protagonist ( Creator Canicula Black and Remus Lupin, both who had been his long known acquaintance since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the Lord and common populace and have numerous trysts with both the single and married charwoman of the realm, leaving many a Pres Young single mother or leaving the married woman of pocket-size Godhead, merchants and dignitary heavy with their bastard children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a monarch and it was never said that these ladies ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in gold, Expensive jewelry or small mo of land for their royal bastard child to inherit. That and a complete paid education at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even eager for getting even visits from the king and his two trusted Lords. If married, about of their husband were appeased with titles or Au. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a quick death. Either from an assassin 's baton or from the power unleashed upon them by someone in the king 's personal guard, 10 witch and Wizards hand picked for their world power and prowess in battle to protect the business leader and his honour.

That and the repugnance tarradiddle of the wrath that came for the eternal sleep of the mob of those who took grievance with the king kept most of these cuckolded men silent.

This was still a job when it came to the topic of Remus lupine. It was an openly known matter that those of his sign were werewolves and provided the royal Army magical creature division with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a documented fact that the seed of a werewolf was not optimal for a formula baronial Witch or unwashed lady. Werewolf seminal fluid was extremely rich and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few exclusion. As such, unless carried by a female lycanthrope, these children took a toll on their mother in the womb. Only an magically gifted beldam could survive such births but many ladies, common person or whores who had to willingly give themselves to lupine ( 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 children were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their bulk to dish the realm.

So, to the superfluity of the soon-to-be top young Queen and her Queen mother, many a royal stag bastard walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her family line. One of these bastards was Harry Evans, her very distant nephew.

Lily drank down the last of her umber, left some gold Galleons on the table and began her walk dwelling, ignoring the crying, the whispers and the fuss over a dead Rex, thinking all the meter she walked.

The Evans family had n't started out as champion and witch. But their stock was no less important for it. Those of the Evans family had actually been the shop steward, bodyguards and servants of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a hefty thaumaturge lord under her banner to exact one of the Evans families daughters to wife for their trueness and service and it was then that their charming line began and flourished. The merging of a powerful Sorcerer 's line with new line caused it only to grow stronger and the heedful continued merging of man and wife and line had seen the Evans family grow in powerfulness and influence as madam Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Arthur Evans family as talented, potent and shadow witch and maven due to their connecter with the most muscular Sorceress since Merlin, the Arthur Evans were what would anticipate `` Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousands of spells, ritual, trance and sorceries, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as almost so called `` night Maker and lady '' were. The knowledge of the magic was undecomposed to have, that was all.

But through the hundred, many had fallen in religious service and demurrer of their gentlewoman Morgana. Others persecuted over the years by those of the `` light '' for siding with her. Though a powerful Noble family, 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 Chang families as those who brought war to Non Magicals for world power and pleasure when it was only through subjugation that the modern font position quo of Magical grandeur and green non Magical peasantry had taken position. If they had not taken up arms as the dame Morgana had declared, Magicals the world over would have been persecuted for their gifts. Now it was they who made the decisiveness and brought forward motion through magic to the people, kept the commoners from turning on each former for stupid cause such as race or position. But of course merlin and the `` luminosity '' had to throw the last-place say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those twenty-four hours, there were few Herbert McLean 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 nestling. Harry had been born as his mother left this aliveness, her spirit and soul now with the remainder in The Ever distant Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and stately feel of The late king but none of his stupidity and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more talented than many who had come before him in her family, had mastered near all the mob spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his baronage at Hogwarts. Powerful to boot. A credit to the Evans name. Their dame would be pleased she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and seventh yr. No dubiousness the term would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the late King clashing with their final exam Magical examination and challenges. But she was patient. She could wait, albeit eagerly, to see how a good deal her Nephew had grown even more from his formal Department of Education. She licked her full-of-the-moon red lips at her perverted and concupiscent intellection, a grin upon her seductive features.

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The intelligence had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The king was suddenly. Long live the faggot. A small lamentation of sorrow had come from the Hufflepuff table in the great Granville Stanley Hall as the `` Badgers '' closed membership, Princess Susan Bones female person 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 respite of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and mourning as soon as they left. binge fell easily and quickly from many of the younger educatee, many rushed off to the Owlery to get down writing precipitant letters on shoot parchment to send off, asking for confirmation and the situation in the whole of the land. Groups of Noble kid broke off into deep and hushed discourse, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

'' Not much interested in your father 's release, Arthur Evans ?. '' A sly representative at his incline asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old Quaker, valuable ally and occasional lover in his bed. They had given their ingenuousness to each former in their 4th year at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very deep bond. Seeing that her elder brother would take the stain as heir, it had been agreed by Lord Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an Official schoolmarm of the Evans class, which would throw Harry cater for her and any baby they had as expert as if she was his wife, a relief to both Harry and her. daphne had no use for the old lords who sent gifts and letters trying to get an enhancement to her. Her long fall blonde hair, dazzling emerald optic and her sensual figure had many a Godhead son seeking a connection but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her full, emerald painted rim curved into a smirk as his center wandered down to her generous bust, the Hogwarts uniform doing nada 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 supernumerary sentence for those I never knew, no subject their importance to the general populace or unwanted inherited connections. '' He said. His other deal moved to fondle her warm thigh gently and her smirk turned to a grinning. Everyone was n't observe, seeing as they were all meddlesome with their own mentation on current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our occupier Princess has something up her sleeve, Anatole France may think this a perfect clock time to attack and gain background here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to block off Harry 's movement, feeling glad at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't believe I 'm saying this but I would hold been well-chosen knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess ready for action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's fast to her nation, friends and Throne but that will only take you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a slight giggle as his mitt 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 Almighty dearest. A missive from father arrived just a few hour before the news. A class meeting is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to attend. No doubtfulness the king 's demise will be discussed in point. I 'd like to make love what actually killed the man than just hearing of his overtaking. Promise I 'll tell apart you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your letdown. '' She said, giving him a deep kiss at his look of disappointment and a prompt hug before leaving hurriedly.

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

Finished with his patty, Harry now had a new decision to make. Crimson, brunet or Diospyros ebenum ?

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The Slytherin Common way was large enough to accommodate everyone with their own personal quarters and rooms. United as a house though they were, privacy and discretion for the cunning was the gild of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to gain more teaching from pigeon hawk, playing both English as a true snake. 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 history. He had sent his substance and he was glad it had been received and instruction followed. His choice 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 right info to make some of them his was quite wanton. Too soft in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` lighter '' magical and loyal kin, there stance had n't exactly arrest them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a branch of the farsighted dead Prewetts, a powerful family that had long since died out. coevals of bad investment funds and large spending had n't helped. As a category the Weasley were poor and though they were n't in danger of tally poverty and made a animation in the Martin Luther King Jr. Margaret Court in respective small positioning, they were n't exactly wearing the latest style or mingling with most of High society.

Their Bob Hope had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a shine to her fellow flame haired madam, cultivating her as a personal booster and lady in waiting. If Ginny could get near to the future Queen, perhaps as close as a sister, the Weasley name would rise and be wagerer for it.

That thought had been dashed when the Lester Willis Young hag had come dwelling house in her one-sixth year, backbreaking with a shit child in her womb. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff mettle, was indeed truehearted to her friends however and had even personally come for the parentage but the Weasleys had to question if their Chances had been crushed. While they took maintenance of their daughter bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to complete her education and bear on on as Princess Susan 's lady. If perhaps she kept her nose clean, their dream would pull through.

That their daughter was dressed in a flimsy nightgown that did nothing to hide her curvaceous figure and large mamilla before him and had come at his bid, Harry confirmed that her folk 's position in the realm was n't any of her business organization. Or at to the lowest degree not as authoritative as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in poverty for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a taste for the finer thing in life with no Galleons to bet on it up. Expensive garb for various imposing clump, enchanted jewelry, the expert fragrance and robes not to note all the equipment a true beldame 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 heap of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle hooker from Knockturn alley and bore his dickhead if he wished. She knew she 'd be left satisfied with a womb full of cum and large bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the wind up yet nervous and slightly harried spirit on her pretty typeface. The fire of the hearth in his room lent a radiance to her red ignition lock and full moon, ruby lips.

'' It was severely 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 poof now I guess, darkness lady help us ! Now, what 's the news show ? Did she mention what the baron died of ? Heart attack ? Duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her awe. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' poison. A actual deadly one too. It struck right 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 indite place about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a second. Putting thoughts of his fathers murder out of his mind, He sat down eagerly on his rooms diffused couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a good nine hours more for you to realize your hold ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown dusk off to the soft rug. He enjoyed how curvy her number was and how her boob had grown. Motherhood suited her well. He moved one of his hands to her subdued, pale belly. `` I 'm also sure enough you wo n't be leaving before I put another stately sister in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the utmost one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a monster. You know what my syndicate will think ?, what it will do to the kinsperson name if I become significant again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her rim parted as their tongues met in an tidal bore dance. He ended, their kiss and tiff into her mouth, watching as she swallowed it without a thought. `` Yes, I 'm a monster. A `` nighttime lord '' in the making. An `` vicious '' wizard as sooo many like to say of those in our sign. 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 Au and having my bastard children, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingers moving to percentage open up her shaved folds and dip oceanic abyss into her kitty-cat, 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 indigent glances this whole year, begging for me to fuck and spawn you. You do n't manage if you 're family remains dirt wretched as long as you remain my bawd, have my children and get all the phantasy affair I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and whimper at his Scripture, her thighs parting to grant more than access to his pumping finger. She finally snapped, her moans and mewls turning to cries of pleasance and mop up as she came, soaking his finger and the carpet below in her hot, thickset juices. Harry grinned and pulled his finger out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted floor in a pot, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my fancy woman. My dear, little Weasley cocotte ! As soon as you accept that, the best it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his clothes and letting his 7 column inch hammer harden at the sight of her naked physique weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheet of paper of his bed. Her mitt moved to her wet kitty, spreading apart the lips of her sopping cunt, its inner flesh bore for his cock.

'' Now, be a unspoiled whore and secern me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to join her on top of the sheets, his cock playing with the entrance to her pussy, making his cockhead slick on her succus but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. Make me yours, Lord Harry. Breed this traitorous witch with your cum. '' She murmured, heart begging and lubricious. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the champion of her warm, slip, wet walls welcoming him back once more. Her pussy clung to every inch of his cock and Ginny could n't help oneself the squeal of delight that moved past her lips as he moved deeper and deeper into her, reminding her twat who owned her body and mortal. column inch after inch went into her scarf out cunt until finally she could his Brobdingnagian Citrus paradisi sized balls on her ass. Her Lord was clump deep in her pussy.

Her hands interlock hard rung him, as did her legs, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly push button in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his duration and their connexion once more. Her pussy tried and failed to cling to him with each slow thrust and retreat and the stupor and feeling of joy smashed through her dead body with each deep stroke.

'' pigeon hawk !, '' she cried out in pleasure, `` I love the way your cock tone inside me, Harry. ``

Harry smirked at the redheads proclamation but did n't reply, too busy enjoying her tight cunt, feeling it eagerly suck on his hammer greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his deeply and slow poking 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 moan and yell of pleasure mixed with the sound of build on human body and all she could do was moan like a slut as he pounded into her, his cock smashing onto her wombs entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her moment coming of the nighttime washed over her.

'' IT HURTS ! MERLIN AND MORGANA ! IT HURTS SO screw GOOD. roll in the hay ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! MAKE ME YOUR fair sex ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

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

'' Get pregnant, you Weasley harlot ! ! '' 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 pleasance, feeling Harry 's putz begin to spurt out a turgid load of his hot, dense, poten semen.

His tool twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so much of his virile seed, making her feel giddy and her womb hot at the idea of the sister he was planting within her, reveling in the thought of bearing his fry in her womb once more, giving him a respectable child in nine calendar month, ignominy to her family uncared for.

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

'' YES ! YES ! pink ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the Cy Young Maker virile seed spurted out into her gulping womb.

At live on, after what seemed like hours, Harry could n't give anymore, his large prick giving a final shudder, his balls a final vellication, before shooting its lastly gusher of his thick, sperm laden ointment into the Aythya americana overflowing pussy. Her, smoothen pale legs unwrapped hesitantly from his cover and tiredly sank to her incline, parted to read his softening cock leaving her bitch and pouring out his heavyset burden of seed.

He did not be active from on top of her tired body and she did n't want him to. Her full red lips found his and he let her french her lingua deeply into his mouth. They kissed passionately for various min, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasance she so desired, luxuriating in the tone of his virile cum dripping from her cunt.

'' pigeon hawk ! 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 fornicatress ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redhead nodded, her gaze full of adoration for him. His deal moved over her smooth belly. `` And do n't worry about the baby I 'm going to hump into you tonight. My auntie Lily will be calling on your family soon. Our tike and the one on the way will be well taken fear of. And as long as I keep fucking you whenever I want, so will you, my petty whore schoolmarm. '' He said, capturing her lips once more.

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

'' Now clean up my cock and get me ready for another rung. I 'm not stopping public treasury you ca n't move a muscle. It 's going take all your will power to go forth 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 stopcock, cleaning him up like a good lady of pleasure, greedily sucking on his prick as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot load he would fertilise her.

Harry smiled and lay back to revel the pleasure as his judgment turned to what the coming solar day would bring