Chapter 1 : Ginny Weasley, ma'am in waiting and Evan 's woman of the street

The Golden, Enchanted Bells rang loud and clear throughout the City of London. All who heard it, Lord and commoner alike, knew what those Bells ringing meant. St. James potter, The Magical King, guardian of the Magical United realm, High Scion of England, Scotland and Republic of Ireland, was dead.

Lily Evans did not appear to deal as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the issue from the small coffee shop she sat outside of.

The common born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobleman and their families rushed off to their sign and Regal the three estates and castling to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in buck private, away from the oculus of the usual ethnic music, whilst others floo called on their friends to portion a lunch or dinner and discuss the Ramifications of the event.

The thrower had long been tycoon of Magical Britain, protector of the isle from the rest of the Magical sovereign of Europe and beyond. Rich, powerful and influential, some had yearn rumoured that they shared the profligate of King King Arthur himself, thus why long, long ago, the great Wizard pigeon hawk had aided the heir of their syndicate, Trevor Potter, in battle against French Republic 's violence and crowned him the new mogul of the United realm afterwards, through right of Magic and Might.

None of the magic nobles at the time had argued about the appointment. nonentity, after all, wanted to argue with the mighty thaumaturge who had personally trained the power plant that were the founding father of Hogwarts schoolhouse of witchcraft and Wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to get learned at the human knee of the great Wizard, almost every enchantment the mighty magician knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their skills and magical craftsmanship, all of them together had been unable to land a dent on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

Yes, no sane Wiccan or Wizard dare argue with such a man.

But now Potter was suddenly and to make his place was none but his girl and that had its own set of intrigue and problems. For one, no single Princess of the Potter sept had ever taken the reign if leadership. They were unique and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to conclude knit folk champion and `` weak '' supporting nobleman families, of course ) or given small fiefs, castles and lands of their own if some of them decided to stay unity. ( Only 5 in the story of the ceramicist royalty had done so. )

James potter had married Augusta castanets who had perished in childbirth, leaving him with his daughter and sole Heir, Princess Susan bone. ( Holding on to her mother 's family name at her insisting ) Afterwards, King James II had married Augusta 's babe, Amelia but that marriage had proven useless as it brought no children forth either and angered many Lord, who had their own female relative waiting in the backstage after poove Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the bone family had only brought their wealth as a noble family line to the peak ( something unneeded as the ceramist royal stag crime syndicate was richer than to the highest degree of those in the European continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nil more. Having not been in at war, there was no need to create a royal stag union connectedness with some princess from Perhaps India, japan, China or Russia. It had been a X of peace since the last war with France and 50 twelvemonth since the finally noble rebellion brought about the flint Family ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the sept attested. )

Another unfortunate and somewhat embarrassing matter that had been the talk of the region was the promiscuous attitude of their big businessman. By the laws set down by Falco columbarius ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a king or nance could receive one official schoolmarm or unmarried consort for the purpose of pleasure or securing an inheritor. capital of Maine and Amelia, Beauties and powerful beldame in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the routine of the royal phratry, something of an urgent matter seeing as king King James I had been an only small fry. Thus even Amelia could not protest if James IV took on an official schoolma'am. However James had n't taken a schoolmistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a infamous habit for the Rex and his two about trusted ally ( Lord Canicula Black and Remus Lupin, both who had been his long known Friend since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and common populace and have numerous rendezvous with both the single and married char of the realm, leaving many a youthful single female parent or leaving the wife of minor God Almighty, merchants and dignitary heavy with their shit children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a sovereign and it was never said that these dame ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in Au, Expensive jewelry or diminished bits of solid ground for their royal bastard children to inherit. That and a complete paid education at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even eager for income tax return visits from the king and his two trusted Godhead. If married, most of their husbands were appeased with championship or gold. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a quick demise. Either from an Assassin 's wand or from the power let loose upon them by mortal in the king 's personal guard, 10 witch and star mitt picked for their superpower and prowess in battle to protect the king and his honour.

That and the Horror tale of the wrath that came for the remainder 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 matter of Remus lupine. It was an openly known issue that those of his house were wolfman and provided the royal army charming puppet division with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a documented fact that the seed of a werewolf was not optimal for a pattern noble Witch or common lady. Werewolf germ was extremely fertile and resulted in multiple child, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy cistron with few exclusion. As such, unless carried by a female werewolf, these children took a toll on their mother in the womb. Only an magically gifted Witch could subsist such births but many ladies, commoners or harlot who had to willingly pass themselves to lupine ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would find their uterus growing heavy and themselves weak from nurturing his Lycan progeny within them, only to die in childbearing. Not that their forbear cared. The small fry 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 crowned Loretta Young fagot and her poove mother, many a majestic bastard walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her family. One of these illegitimate was Harry Herbert McLean Evans, her very upstage nephew.

Lily drank down the last of her coffee, left some gold Galleons on the table and began her walk home, ignoring the crying, the whispers and the flap over a utter Billie Jean Moffitt King, thinking all the prison term she walked.

The Evans family had n't started out as genius and beldam. But their pedigree was no less of import for it. Those of the Herbert McLean Evans family had actually been the stewards, bodyguards and retainer of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a powerful Sorcerer Lord under her standard to look at one of the Evans kinsperson daughter to wife for their loyalty and service and it was then that their magic business began and flourished. The meeting of a sinewy thaumaturgist 's line with new blood caused it only to grow stronger and the deliberate continued confluence of wedding and stock had seen the Evans family grow in index and influence as Lady Morgana 's most desire and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans family as gifted, powerful and iniquity beldam and Wizards due to their association with the most herculean Sorceress since merlin, the Sir Arthur John Evans were what would call in `` Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousands of go, rituals, enchantments and black art, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as nigh so called `` Dark Divine and Ladies '' were. The knowledge of the deception was good to have, that was all.

But through the centuries, many had fallen in service and refutation of their Lady Morgana. Others persecuted over the long time by those of the `` visible radiation '' for siding with her. Though a powerful Noble kinsperson, they were no longer considered gamy Nobility. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Arthur Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Yangtze Kiang families as those who brought war to Non Magicals for power and joy when it was only through conquest that the modern status quo of Magical Nobility and common non Magical peasantry had taken place. If they had not taken up munition as the lady 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 illusion to the people, kept the commoners from turning on each early for stupid reasons such as race or status. But of course Merlin and the `` luminousness '' had to have the last 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 child. Harry had been born as his mother left this animation, her purport and soul now with the rest in The Ever distant utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble facial expression of The former king but none of his betise and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more gifted than many who had come before him in her menage, had mastered near all the family spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his peerage at Hogwarts. Powerful to flush. A quotation to the Herbert McLean Evans figure. Their noblewoman would be pleased she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his net and seventh year. No doubt the term would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the lately tycoon clashing with their Final Magical testing and challenges. But she was patient. She could wait, albeit eagerly, to see how much her Nephew had grown even more from his formal breeding. She licked her full phase of the moon red back talk at her depraved and lustful cerebration, a grin upon her seductive features.

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The intelligence had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The king was dead. Long live the queer. A small wail of grief had come from the Hufflepuff table in the heavy Hall as the `` Badgers '' closed rank, Princess Susan Bones female friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her fiance, Cedric Diggory, leading her gently away followed by schoolmaster Albus Dumbledore and Head of Gryffindor and pass of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The rest of the Great residence hall exploded into conversation and bereavement as soon as they left. Tears fell easily and quickly from many of the new bookman, many rushed off to the Owlery to get writing hasty letters on buck parchment to send off, asking for confirmation and the situation in the unit of the land. Groups of Noble nestling broke off into deep and hushed give-and-take, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

Harry Evans simply sipped at his chilled Juice and bit into another slice of burnt umber bar covered in ice emollient, enjoying it 's taste.

'' Not much concern in your Father-God 's departure, Evans ?. '' A sly voice at his side asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old champion, valuable ally and casual 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 deep adhesion. Seeing that her elder brother would occupy the blot as heritor, it had been agreed by Maker Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that daphne would be an prescribed Mistress of the Evans family, which would have got Harry provide for her and any children they had as good as if she was his wife, a moderation to both Harry and her. daphne had no use for the old lords who sent endowment and letters trying to get an enhancement to her. Her long flowing blonde fuzz, dazzling emerald optic and her sensual build had many a lord son seeking a connection but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her full, emerald painted lips curved into a smirk as his eyes wandered down to her generous bust, the Hogwarts uniform doing aught to obscure it from his eyes. No surprisal, 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 affair their grandness to the ecumenical public or unwanted familial connections. '' He said. His other helping hand moved to caress her strong thigh gently and her smirk turned to a grinning. Everyone was n't point out, 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 recollect this a perfect clip to attack and attain ground here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to barricade Harry 's bowel movement, feeling happy at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't believe I 'm saying this but I would have been felicitous knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess ready for action at law rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's loyal to her rural area, friends and Throne but that will only take you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a tenuous giggle as his script began to make a motion 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 varsity letter from male parent arrived just a few minutes before the news. A kinfolk merging is being called and I 've license from professor Snape to assist. No uncertainty the king 's death will be discussed in item. I 'd like to know what actually killed the man than just earshot of his exit. hope I 'll tell you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a rich kiss at his looking at of disappointment and a quickly hug before leaving hurriedly.

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

Finished with his cake, Harry now had a new decision to establish. Crimson, brunette or Ebony ?

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The Slytherin Common elbow room was magnanimous enough to lodge everyone with their own personal twenty-five percent and rooms. United as a house though they were, privacy and discretion for the craft was the Holy Order of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's pupil first before moving to hit more teaching from Merlin, playing both sides as a rightful serpent. 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 content and he was gladiolus it had been received and educational activity followed. His choice of Crimson was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of Ladies in waiting from the school menage ( except Slytherin of course of action ) and for Harry, finding the right info to make some of them his was quite easy. Too easy in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` light '' magical and loyal kin, there stance had n't exactly fuck off them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a leg of the recollective suddenly Prewetts, a muscular family that had long since died out. Generations of bad investing and large spending had n't helped. As a family the Weasley were pitiable and though they were n't in danger of sum impoverishment and made a living in the B. B. King motor hotel in various pocket-size positions, they were n't exactly wearing the late manner or mingling with most of senior high society.

Their hope had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a shine to her fellow flame haired lady, cultivating her as a personal booster and madam in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the future queen regnant, perhaps as close as a baby, the Weasley name would rise up and be better for it.

That thought had been dashed when the new witch had come home in her one-sixth twelvemonth, with child with a shit tiddler in her uterus. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff inwardness, was indeed loyal to her Quaker however and had even personally come for the birth but the Weasleys had to wonder if their prospect had been crushed. While they took precaution of their daughters bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to fill out her education and continue on as Princess Susan 's lady. If perhaps she kept her poke clean, their ambitions would force through.

That their daughter was dressed in a fragile nightgown that did goose egg to obliterate her curvaceous human body and big teat before him and had come at his statement, Harry confirmed that her family 's condition in the kingdom was n't any of her care. Or at least not as important as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in impoverishment for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a gustatory modality for the finer matter in life with no Galleons to back up it up. Expensive dresses for several noble balls, enchanted jewelry, the best scent and robes not to bring up all the equipment a true witch studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly gimcrack. None of this her household could provide. It 's no wonder she got so wet at the visual modality of him, dressed up like a 2 reaping hook hooker from Knockturn alley and bore his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left live up to with a womb full of cum and large bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the excited yet nervous and slightly nark facial expression on her reasonably face. The flaming of the fireplace in his room lent a shine to her red ringlet and full, cherry lips.

'' It was knockout 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, Dark lady help us ! Now, what 's the newsworthiness ? Did she cite what the king died of ? Heart attack ? Duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her fears. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' poisonous substance. A real deadly one too. It struck powerful at his magnetic core in minutes after he drank some wine. Otherwise he would n't be absolutely. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` murder ? fountainhead that 's something to publish home about, I guess. conjecture he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute. Putting thoughts of his fathers murder out of his mind, He sat down eagerly on his room lenient couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a adept nine hr more for you to earn your support ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightdress descent off to the soft rug. He enjoyed how voluptuous her figure was and how her boob had grown. Motherhood suited her well. He moved one of his hands to her piano, blench belly. `` I 'm also surely you wo n't be leaving before I put another noble infant in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the lastly one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a lusus naturae. You know what my syndicate will guess ?, what it will do to the house figure if I become meaning again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her lips parted as their clapper met in an eager dance. He ended, their kiss and spat into her sassing, watching as she swallowed it without a intellection. `` Yes, I 'm a demon. A `` night Jehovah '' in the qualification. An `` evil '' champion 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 slut and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my gold and having my prick children, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingerbreadth moving to persona open her plane folds and dip oceanic abyss into her pussy, 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 necessitous glimpse this hale year, begging for me to love and cover you. You do n't care if you 're family remains dirt poor people as long as you remain my cyprian, have my children and get all the fancy affair I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and pule at his words, her thighs parting to allow More access to his pumping finger's breadth. She finally snapped, her moans and mewls turning to war cry of pleasure and closing as she came, soaking his fingerbreadth and the carpet below in her hot, thick juices. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted story in a hatful, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my cocotte. My dear, trivial Weasley whore ! As soon as you accept that, the better it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his clothes and letting his 7 inch prick harden at the sight of her naked conformation weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk rag of his bed. Her bridge player moved to her wet pussy, spreading apart the sassing of her sopping cunt, its inside figure eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a secure woman of the street and differentiate me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to get together her on top of the rag, his cock playacting with the entrance to her cunt, making his cockhead slip on her juice but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. get me yours, Lord Harry. breed this traitorous Wiccan with your seed. '' She murmured, eyes begging and lewd. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warm, slick, wet walls welcoming him back once more. Her pussy clung to every inch of his cock and Ginny could n't aid the squeal of joy that moved past her lips as he moved deeper and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her body and soul. column inch after column inch went into her englut slit until finally she could his huge grapefruit sized ball on her ass. Her Lord was lump bass in her pussy.

Her hands locked hard round him, as did her pegleg, 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 connection once more. Her pussy tried and failed to cling to him with each dumb thrust and retreat and the electric shock and touch of pleasure smashed through her consistence with each inscrutable stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the redheads proclamation but did n't reply, too busy enjoying her tight puss, feeling it eagerly suck on his putz greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his deep and slow thrusts and within seconds, he was fucking her as fasting and hard as he could, taming her working girl twat and reminding her why she always came when called. Her groan and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of material body on physical body and all she could do was moan like a loose woman as he pounded into her, his cock smashing onto her wombs entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her arcsecond orgasm of the Night washed over her.

'' IT hurt ! MERLIN AND MORGANA ! IT suffering SO shag commodity. FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! shuffle ME YOUR char ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A thoroughly cyprian to use up the shipment off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his onslaught upon her pussycat. But even he knew he was nearing his edge. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get pregnant, you Weasley harlot ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her twat, her cervix swallowing the psyche of his pecker as he cried out in orgasm.

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in pleasance, feeling Harry 's cock Menachem Begin to gush out a prominent load of his hot, thick, poten semen.

His cock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so a lot of his virile seminal fluid, making her feel giddy and her womb hot at the thought of the baby he was planting within her, reveling in the sentiment of bearing his minor in her womb once more, giving him a healthy child in nine month, pity to her kinsfolk uncared for.

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

'' YES ! YES ! rap ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the young Maker virile semen spurted out into her gulping womb.

At go, after what seemed like time of day, Harry could n't give anymore, his large cock giving a final shudder, his balls a final twitch, before shooting its last gusher of his thick, sperm loaded cream into the redheader overflowing pussy. Her, fluent pale wooden leg unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her side, parted to show his softening stopcock leaving her puss and pouring out his thick consignment of seed.

He did not move from on top of her tired body and she did n't want him to. Her wide red lips found his and he let her French people her tongue deeply into his mouth. They kissed passionately for respective minute, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasance she so desired, luxuriating in the touch sensation of his virile cum dripping from her cunt.

'' merlin ! 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 slut ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redhead nodded, her gaze wide of adoration for him. His script moved over her tranquil belly. `` And do n't concern about the baby I 'm going to make love into you tonight. My auntie 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 little whore schoolmarm. '' He said, capturing her lips once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her mouth down onto his, driving her glossa oceanic abyss into his mouth. She explored every bit of his back talk til she felt his own tongue begin to meet hers, forcing her tongue back into her own only to ingest him explore her hot, wet backtalk. The kiss was brutal and wanton, her wide-cut, red, soft sass were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my putz and get me ready for another round. I 'm not stopping boulder clay you ca n't prompt a muscle. It 's going take up all your willpower to leave my bed to get back to that big breasted prude of a soon to be fag you love so much. ``

Ginny did n't even devil to fight down Susan or Harry 's derogatory gossip. She simply got down to the task of sucking on Harry 's pleasance giving tool, cleaning him up like a full Whore, greedily sucking on his cock as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot load he would prey her.

Harry smiled and lay back to bask the pleasure as his mind turned to what the climax days would take