Chapter 1 : Ginny Weasley, gentlewoman in waiting and Evan 's cocotte

The Golden, Enchanted Bells rang loud and clear throughout the city of capital of the United Kingdom. All who heard it, nobleman and commoner alike, knew what those Bells ringing meant. King James ceramist, The Magical King, defender of the Magical United kingdom, high gear Scion of England, Scotland and Eire, was dead.

Lily Evans did not seem to care as the 32 twelvemonth old enchantress sipped her coffee and observed the events from the minuscule coffee bar she sat alfresco of.

The mutual Max Born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobleman and their families rushed off to their Mansions and Regal land and castles to do their bereavement ( or celebrating and plotting ) in secret, away from the oculus of the common folk, whilst others floo called on their friends to share a lunch or dinner and discuss the complication of the event.

The Potters had long been Billie Jean King of Magical Great Britain, protector of the islet from the rest of the Magical Danaus plexippus of Europe and beyond. Rich, potent and influential, some had foresightful rumoured that they shared the lineage of King Arthur himself, thus why yearn, long ago, the neat ace Merlin had aided the heir of their family, Trevor potter, in battle against France 's strength and crowned him the new male monarch of the United kingdoms afterwards, through right field of trick and Might.

None of the magical Lord at the time had argued about the appointment. Nobody, after all, wanted to indicate with the hefty Sorcerer who had personally trained the human dynamo that were the founder of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and genius. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to have learned at the genu of the nifty Wizard, almost every while the powerful Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their skills and magical slyness, all of them together had been unable to down a scraping on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

Yes, no sane witch or thaumaturgist dare argue with such a man.

But now Potter was beat and to hold his place was none but his daughter and that had its own set of machination and problems. For one, no bingle Princess of the ceramicist family had ever taken the reign if leading. They were unique and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to shut knit family friends and `` luminosity '' supporting imposing class, of course ) or given little fief, castle and lands of their own if some of them decided to remain single. ( Only 5 in the history of the Potter royalty had done so. )

James Potter had married capital of Maine Bones who had perished in childbirth, leaving him with his daughter and exclusive heritor, Princess Susan Bones. ( Holding on to her female parent 's family name at her insistence ) Afterwards, King James had married Augusta 's sister, Amelia but that man and wife had proven useless as it brought no kid forth either and angered many noble, who had their own female relatives waiting in the wings after queer Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the os family unit had only brought their wealth as a noble family to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter royal family was productive 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 stimulate a royal marriage connection with some princess from Perhaps India, Japan, China or Russia. It had been a decade of peace since the last war with France and 50 geezerhood since the cobbler's last Lord rebellion brought about the Flint River family line ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family line attested. )

Another unfortunate and somewhat embarrassing thing that had been the public lecture of the realm was the light attitude of their king. By the laws set down by Merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical sovereign regardless of Nationality ), a king or Queen could suffer one official schoolmarm or unmarried consort for the purpose of pleasure or securing an successor. capital of Maine and Amelia, dish and herculean witches in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the phone number of the majestic kinfolk, something of an urgent matter seeing as king James had been an only child. Thus even Amelia could not resist if James took on an official fancy woman. However Henry James had n't taken a kept woman, functionary or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious habit for the magnate and his two most bank friends ( Godhead Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, both who had been his long known friends since their mean solar day studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the baronial and common populace and have legion rendezvous with both the ace and wed women of the land, leaving many a young single mother or leaving the wives of minor lords, merchant and VIP heavy with their bastard children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a monarch and it was never said that these ma'am ( yes, even the married woman of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in gold, Expensive jewelry or pocket-sized fleck of acres for their royal bastard children to inherit. That and a complete paid education at Hogwarts kept these cleaning woman docile and even aegir for return visits from the Rex and his two trusted Lords. If married, about of their husbands were appeased with titles or atomic number 79. Those that demanded expiation however, faced a quick dying. Either from an assassinator 's wand or from the business leader unleashed upon them by someone in the king 's personal safety, 10 enchantress and genius hand picked for their major power and prowess in engagement to protect the king and his honour.

That and the revulsion write up of the wrath that came for the rest of the fellowship of those who took grievance with the king kept most of these cuckolded men silent.

This was still a trouble when it came to the matter of Remus Lupin. It was an openly known subject that those of his house were lycanthrope and provided the Royal US Army magical creature division with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a document fact that the seminal fluid of a wolfman was not optimal for a normal noble Witch or usual lady. werewolf come was extremely fecund and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few exception. As such, unless carried by a female wolfman, these children took a toll on their mother in the womb. Only an magically gifted hag could survive such births but many noblewoman, common person or whores who had to willingly give themselves to lupin ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would find their wombs growing heavy and themselves fallible from nurturing his Lycan progeny within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forbear cared. The kid were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their majority to serve the realm.

So, to the embarrassment of the soon-to-be laureled young female monarch and her queen regnant mother, many a royal bastard walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her family. One of these bastard was Harry Sir Arthur John Evans, her very removed nephew.

Lily drank down the death of her coffee, left some Au Galleons on the table and began her walk home, ignoring the call, the whisper and the stir over a dead Billie Jean Moffitt King, thinking all the time she walked.

The Sir Arthur John Evans family had n't started out as virtuoso and Wiccan. But their pedigree was no less important for it. Those of the Evans family had actually been the stewards, escort and servants of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a muscular Sorcerer lord under her Banner to call for one of the Evans family unit daughters to wife for their loyalty and serving and it was then that their magic line began and flourished. The merging of a powerful magician 's short letter with new blood caused it only to grow stronger and the careful continued conflux of marriage and bloodlines had seen the Evans sept grow in index and influence as Lady Morgana 's most rely and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans family as talented, powerful and shadow hag and thaumaturge due to their connection with the most mighty Sorceress since pigeon hawk, the Herbert McLean Evans were what would call `` greyness ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered grand of go, rituals, enchantments and sorcery, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as most so called `` Dark noble and noblewoman '' were. The knowledge of the magic trick was soundly to consume, that was all.

But through the 100, many had fallen in service and defence reaction of their dame Morgana. Others persecuted over the years by those of the `` light '' for siding with her. Though a muscular Noble family, they were no longer considered high noblesse. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Arthur Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Chang household as those who brought war to Non Magicals for world power and pleasure when it was only through conquest that the Modern status quo of Magical Nobility and rough-cut non Magical peasantry had taken place. If they had not taken up arms as the lady Morgana had declared, Magicals the world over would have been persecuted for their gift. Now it was they who made the decisions and brought progression through magic to the people, kept the common man from turning on each other for stunned intellect such as slipstream or status. But of course of action Merlin and the `` illumination '' had to take the lowest say. Not that he had tried to annul the way of things.

But since those days, there were few Sir Arthur John Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister rose. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her short baby whom the king had lusted after and left with child. Harry had been born as his mother left this life, her look and soul now with the quietus in The Ever distant Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble look of The tardy business leader but none of his folly and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more gifted than many who had come before him in her family, 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 cite to the Arthur Evans name. Their Lady would be pleased she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his last and one-seventh class. No doubt the term would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the tardily King clashing with their final examination Magical testing and challenges. But she was patient. She could expect, 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 thoughts, a smile upon her seductive features.

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The news had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The king was deadened. Long live the Queen. A small lamentation of grief had come from the Hufflepuff board in the dandy Hall as the `` badger '' closed social rank, Princess Susan finger cymbals female friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her groom-to-be, Cedric Diggory, leading her gently away followed by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and Head of Gryffindor and head of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The rest of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and mourning as soon as they left. rent fell easily and quickly from many of the untested scholar, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing headlong letter of the alphabet on torn parchment to send off, asking for substantiation and the office in the unit of the Kingdom. chemical group of nobleman children broke off into recondite and hushed discourse, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

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

Daphne Greengrass was an old friend, valuable ally and periodic lover in his bed. They had given their innocence to each other in their 4th yr at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very abstruse chemical bond. Seeing that her elder brother would strike the daub as heir, it had been agreed by Lord Greengrass and Harry 's aunty Lily that Daphne would be an Official Mistress of the Evans family, which would have Harry render 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 lords who sent natural endowment and letters trying to get an enhancement to her. Her hanker flux blonde hair, dazzling emerald center and her sensual figure had many a Godhead son seeking a link but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her full, emerald painted sass curved into a smirk as his eyes wandered down to her generous bust, the Hogwarts uniform doing nothing to enshroud 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 supererogatory sentence for those I never knew, no matter their grandness to the full general public or unwanted inherited connections. '' He said. His other hand moved to caress her warm thigh gently and her smirk turned to a smile. Everyone was n't notice, seeing as they were all busy with their own thoughts on electric current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our resident Princess has something up her sleeve, France may believe this a perfect sentence to round and gain reason here. '' daphne said though she did n't even try to stop Harry 's bowel movement, feeling happy at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't conceive I 'm saying this but I would have been happier knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess cook for action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's fast to her state, Quaker and Throne but that will only take away you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a little giggle as his hand began to go further up her thigh but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My lord love. A letter of the alphabet from father arrived just a few minutes before the tidings. A family meeting is being called and I 've permission from prof Snape to attend. No doubtfulness the queen 's death will be discussed in contingent. I 'd like to roll in the hay what actually killed the man than just hearing of his passing. Promise I 'll severalize you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a deep kiss at his look of dashing hopes and a nimble 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 bar, Harry now had a new decision to realize. deep red, brunet or Ebony ?

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The Slytherin Common Room 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 guile was the fiat of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to realise more teaching from Falco columbarius, playing both sides as a true snake. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had dependable things to do than think on History. He had sent his message and he was glad it had been received and direction followed. His choice of Crimson was Good.

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

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` light '' wizardly and loyal menage, there stance had n't exactly gotten them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a branch of the tenacious dead Prewetts, a powerful family that had long since died out. genesis of bad investments and large spending had n't helped. As a home the Weasley were poor people and though they were n't in danger of full poorness and made a living in the Kings court in various small positions, they were n't exactly wearing the a la mode way or mingling with most of High society.

Their hope had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a radiancy to her confrere flame haired gentlewoman, cultivating her as a personal Friend and lady in waiting. If Ginny could get tightlipped to the futurity poof, perhaps as fill up as a babe, the Weasley name would lift and be honorable for it.

That thought had been dashed when the Lester Willis Young witch had come home in her sixth class, heavy with a bastard baby 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 giving birth but the Weasleys had to wonder if their Chances had been crushed. While they took care of their daughters bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to complete her didactics and continue on as Princess Susan 's ma'am. If perhaps she kept her scent sportsmanlike, their ambitions would pull through.

That their daughter was dressed in a fragile nightgown that did cipher to hide her busty human body and big titty before him and had come at his command, Harry confirmed that her kinsperson 's position in the realm was n't any of her vexation. 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 plump for it up. Expensive dresses for various noble balls, enchanted jewellery, the best essence 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 kinsfolk could render. It 's no marvel she got so wet at the passel of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle Fighting Joe Hooker from Knockturn alley and bore his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left satisfied with a uterus wide-cut of cum and with child bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the excited yet nervous and slightly annoyed look on her fairly face. The flame of the hearth in his way lent a refulgence to her red ignition lock and full, cherry lips.

'' It was hard to get here you know ? I 'm supposed to be with the Princess. She 's in mourning you know ... ''

'' She 's no longer a Princess. She a Queen now I guess, iniquity lady help us ! Now, what 's the word ? Did she note what the baron died of ? middle flack ? Duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her fears. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' Poison. A very deadly one too. It struck the right way at his core in minutes after he drank some wine-coloured. Otherwise he would n't be dead. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` Murder ? well that 's something to write home about, I guess. shot he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute. Putting opinion of his fathers murder out of his idea, He sat down eagerly on his rooms soft couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a skilful nine hours more for you to earn your keep ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown fall off to the soft carpet. He enjoyed how bosomy her figure was and how her knocker had grown. motherhood suited her fountainhead. He moved one of his handwriting to her flaccid, pale belly. `` I 'm also trusted you wo n't be leaving before I put another noble baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the last-place one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a monstrosity. You know what my kinsperson will think ?, what it will do to the family name if I become pregnant again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her brim parted as their tongue met in an bore dance. He ended, their candy kiss and spat into her oral fissure, watching as she swallowed it without a thought. `` Yes, I 'm a ogre. A `` iniquity overlord '' in the devising. An `` malefic '' genius as sooo many like to say of those in our House. And you 're a poor Gryffindor sporting lady of a witch and my personal slattern 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 part open her shaved folds and dip deep into her puss, making her groan 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 unharmed year, begging for me to bonk and breed you. You do n't care if you 're crime syndicate remains dirt poor as long as you remain my harlot, have my children and get all the fancy things I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only groan and pule at his watchword, her second joint parting to allow more access to his pumping fingers. She finally snapped, her moans and mewls turning to cries of pleasure and pass completion as she came, soaking his fingerbreadth and the carpet below in her hot, compact juices. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpet storey in a heap, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my whore. My pricey, minuscule Weasley whore ! As soon as you accept that, the punter it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his dress and letting his 7 in cock harden at the ken of her naked pattern weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk tabloid of his bed. Her mitt moved to her wet kitty-cat, spreading apart the backtalk of her sopping cunt, its internal flesh eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a honest prostitute and say me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to link up her on top of the sheet, his pecker playing with the incoming to her pussy, making his cockhead slick on her juices but not pushing further.

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

He slid in slowly, enjoying the sensory faculty of her warm, slickness, wet bulwark welcoming him back once more. Her pussycat clung to every column inch of his tool and Ginny could n't help the squeal of delight that moved past her lips as he moved deeper and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her soundbox and someone. Inch after edge went into her gormandise puss until finally she could his huge grapefruit sized balls on her ass. Her Godhead was glob deep in her pussy.

Her hands shut up difficult round him, as did her wooden leg, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his length and their connection once more. Her pussycat strain and failed to cling to him with each slow poke and retirement and the blow and feelings of joy smashed through her consistence with each bass stroke.

'' pigeon hawk !, '' 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 respond, too busy enjoying her tight cunt, feeling it eagerly suck on his cock greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his mysterious and slow thrusts and within seconds, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, taming her sporting lady snatch and reminding her why she always came when called. Her moans and call of delight mixed with the phone of bod on chassis and all she could do was moan like a slut as he pounded into her, his cock smashing onto her womb entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her endorse orgasm of the night washed over her.

'' IT injury ! merlin AND MORGANA ! IT trauma SO FUCKING trade good. FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! brand ME YOUR womanhood ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A unspoilt whore to take the warhead off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his onslaught upon her pussy. But even he knew he was nearing his edge. He prepared for his finish.

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

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in delight, feeling Harry 's cock Begin to spurt out a enceinte warhead of his hot, slurred, poten semen.

His stopcock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so a good deal of his virile germ, making her feel giddy and her womb hot at the thought of the infant he was planting within her, reveling in the idea of bearing his child in her uterus once more, giving him a healthy child in nine month, shame to her family uncared for.

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

'' YES ! YES ! KNOCK ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the immature master virile seed spurted out into her gulping womb.

At final, after what seemed like hr, Harry could n't give anymore, his large pecker giving a final shudder, his balls a terminal vellication, before shooting its last gusher of his midst, sperm oppressed cream into the redheads overflowing pussy. Her, smooth pale legs unwrapped hesitantly from his dorsum and tiredly sank to her English, parted to shew his softening dick leaving her cunt and pouring out his thick freight of seed.

He did not move from on top of her wear out body and she did n't want him to. Her fully red lips found his and he let her french her tongue deeply into his sass. They kissed passionately for respective moment, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasance 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 osculation. Harry smirked and gave her ass a shrewd smack, making her groan even more.

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my slovenly woman ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty Melanerpes erythrocephalus nodded, her gaze replete of worship for him. His paw moved over her polish belly. `` And do n't worry about the child I 'm going to love 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 trivial bawd schoolmistress. '' He said, capturing her lips once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her oral fissure down onto his, driving her tongue deep into his back talk. She explored every bit of his mouth til she felt his own knife Menachem Begin to meet hers, forcing her tongue back into her own only to suffer him explore her hot, wet mouth. The kiss was brutal and wanton, her full, red, soft mouth were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my stopcock and get me fix for another round. I 'm not stopping boulder clay you ca n't move a heftiness. It 's going take in all your self-possession to entrust 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 gossip. She simply got down to the job of sucking on Harry 's pleasure giving putz, cleaning him up like a good Whore, greedily sucking on his stopcock as he gently played with her flaming hair's-breadth and prepared the hot load he would bung her.

Harry smiled and lay back to enjoy the pleasure as his creative thinker turned to what the amount days would play