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 common man alike, knew what those toll ringing meant. James thrower, The Magical King, Protector of the Magical United land, High Scion of England, Scotland and Hibernia, was dead.

Lily Evans did not appear to worry as the 32 twelvemonth old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the events from the pocket-size coffee bar she sat outdoor of.

The common born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobles and their folk rushed off to their Mansions and Regal Estates and rook to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in secret, away from the optic of the green phratry, whilst others floo called on their friends to share a lunch or dinner party and discuss the branch of the event.

The Potters had long been kings of Magical Britain, defender of the islet from the residuum of the Magical monarch of Europe and beyond. fertile, powerful and influential, some had retentive rumoured that they shared the Blood of King Arthur himself, thus why long, long ago, the cracking Wizard merlin had aided the heir of their house, Trevor Potter, in battle against France 's forces and crowned him the new King of the United kingdoms afterwards, through right of Magic and Might.

None of the magical Lord at the fourth dimension had argued about the appointment. nonentity, after all, wanted to contend with the potent magician who had personally trained the Powerhouses that were the founders of Hogwarts schoolhouse of Witchcraft and wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to have learned at the genu of the great wiz, almost every spell the powerful Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their acquirement and magical craft, all of them together had been unable to land a scratch on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

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

But now ceramicist was dead and to take his place was none but his daughter and that had its own set of intrigue and problems. For one, no single Princess of the Potter family had ever taken the reigns if leadership. They were unique and powerful in their own right and were either married off ( to close down knit folk friends and `` light '' supporting noble families, of line ) or given small fief, castling and earth of their own if some of them decided to stay single. ( Only 5 in the history of the Potter royalty had done so. )

James ceramist had married capital of Maine Bones who had perished in childbirth, leaving him with his daughter and exclusive Heir, Princess Susan Bones. ( Holding on to her mother 's family figure at her insistency ) Afterwards, King Saint James the Apostle had married Augusta 's sister, Amelia but that man and wife had proven useless as it brought no kid forth either and angered many Lord, who had their own female congener waiting in the wings after poof Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the osseous tissue household had only brought their wealth as a noble family to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter Royal family was richer than virtually of those in the European Continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nothing more. Having not been in at war, there was no motive to make a purple marriage ceremony connection with some princess from Perhaps India, japan, China or Russia. It had been a decennary of public security since the last war with France and 50 twelvemonth since the close Lord rebellion brought about the Flint Family ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate person and somewhat blockade thing that had been the talk of the kingdom was the promiscuous attitude of their king. By the laws set down by Merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a king or fag could have one functionary Mistress or unmarried consort for the purpose of pleasure or securing an heir. Augusta and Amelia, stunner and mighty witches in their own rightfulness, had not been up to ask of raising the turn of the royal family, something of an urgent matter seeing as king Epistle of James had been an only minor. Thus even Amelia could not resist if Henry James took on an official Mistress. However Saint James the Apostle had n't taken a mistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious habit for the King and his two to the highest degree believe booster ( Lord Canicula total darkness and Remus lupin, both who had been his long known friends since their twenty-four hour period studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and vulgar world and have numerous trysts with both the 1 and marry woman of the land, leaving many a young unmarried mother or leaving the wife of minor Almighty, merchants and dignitaries 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 wife of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in atomic number 79, Expensive jewelry or diminished fleck of land for their royal bastard children to inherit. That and a complete paid teaching at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even aegir for take visit from the king and his two trusted Lords. If married, most of their husbands were appeased with titles or gold. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a quick death. Either from an assassin 's wand or from the power unleash upon them by person in the king 's personal guard, 10 Witches and wizard hand picked for their world power and artistry in battle to protect the queen and his honour.

That and the revulsion tale of the wrath that came for the rest of the families of those who took grievance with the king kept about of these cuckolded men silent.

This was still a problem when it came to the thing of Remus Lupin. It was an openly known matter that those of his star sign were werewolves and provided the Royal ground forces wizardly creature division with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a documented fact that the seed of a wolfman was not optimal for a formula noble Wiccan or rough-cut lady. Werewolf seed was extremely fat and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few exclusion. As such, unless carried by a female person werewolf, these children took a toll on their mother in the uterus. Only an magically gifted Witch could survive such births but many ladies, commoners or lady of pleasure who had to willingly give themselves to lupine ( else face the male monarch 's displeasure ) would find their uterus growing sonorous and themselves imperfect from nurturing his Lycan offspring within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forebear cared. The tiddler were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their legal age to serve the realm.

So, to the plethora of the soon-to-be laureled young Queen and her Queen mother, many a royal bastard walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her kin. One of these by-blow was Harry Evans, her very upstage nephew.

Lily drank down the conclusion of her java, left some Gold Galleons on the table and began her paseo home, ignoring the crying, the voicelessness and the pother over a dead king, thinking all the time she walked.

The Evans family line had n't started out as Wizards and beldame. But their pedigree was no less important for it. Those of the Evans family had actually been the stewards, bodyguards and servant of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a muscular sorcerer Creator under her standard to take one of the Evans families daughters to wife for their allegiance and Robert William Service and it was then that their Magical line of descent began and flourished. The merging of a mightily necromancer 's pipeline with new blood caused it only to spring up stronger and the careful continued confluence of matrimony and parentage had seen the Sir Arthur John Evans family unit grow in power and influence as Lady Morgana 's most sure and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans family as gifted, powerful and Dark Wiccan and thaumaturgist due to their connection with the most right Sorceress since Falco columbarius, the Evans were what would shout out `` Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered 1000 of spell, rituals, enchantments and necromancy, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as nearly so called `` Dark Lords and Ladies '' were. The knowledge of the legerdemain was commodity to have, that was all.

But through the centuries, many had fallen in inspection and repair and defence of their Lady Morgana. Others persecuted over the age by those of the `` promiscuous '' for siding with her. Though a hefty Noble crime 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 Chang families as those who brought war to Non Magicals for power and pleasance when it was only through conquest that the modern position quo of Magical Nobility and common non Magical peasantry had taken plaza. If they had not taken up arms as the dame Morgana had declared, Magicals the world over would throw been persecuted for their talent. Now it was they who made the determination and brought progress through magic to the multitude, kept the common man from turning on each other for pudden-head reasonableness such as race or position. But of course Merlin and the `` perch '' had to have the finale say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those twenty-four hours, there were few Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister Rose. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her piteous baby whom the king had lusted after and left with child. Harry had been born as his mother left this life, her spirit and soulfulness now with the balance in The Ever distant 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 family unit, had mastered near all the mob spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his peerage at Hogwarts. Powerful to iron boot. A acknowledgment to the Evans public figure. Their dame would be pleased she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and 7th year. No dubiousness the term would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the deep king 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 conventional breeding. She licked her full phase of the moon red lips at her misdirect and lustful thoughts, a smile upon her seductive features.

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The news had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The king was short. Long live the nance. A small lament of grief had come from the Hufflepuff mesa in the great vestibule as the `` Badgers '' closed ranks, Princess Susan finger cymbals distaff friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her Fiance, Cedric Diggory, leading her gently away followed by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and fountainhead of Gryffindor and Head of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The balance of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and bereavement as soon as they left. rip fell easily and quickly from many of the new students, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing precipitant letters on shoot parchment to post off, asking for check and the site in the whole of the realm. chemical group of Noble youngster broke off into deep and hush treatment, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

'' Not much concerned in your father 's passing, Arthur Evans ?. '' A sly vocalization at his side asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old friend, worthful ally and episodic lover in his bed. They had given their innocence to each other in their 4th year at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very deep James Bond. Seeing that her elder sidekick would take the spot as heritor, it had been agreed by overlord Greengrass and Harry 's aunty Lily that Daphne would be an Official Mistress of the Arthur Evans menage, which would let Harry render for her and any child 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 gifts and missive trying to get an enhancement to her. Her long flowing blond whisker, dazzling emerald eyes and her animal figure had many a noble son seeking a connexion but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her wax, emerald painted lip curved into a smirk as his eyes wandered down to her generous bout, the Hogwarts uniform doing cypher 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 redundant time for those I never knew, no affair their importance to the general populace or undesirable familial connexion. '' He said. His other hand moved to caress her warm second joint gently and her smirk turned to a smile. Everyone was n't point out, seeing as they were all interfering with their own thoughts on current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our resident Princess has something up her sleeve, French Republic may think this a perfect time to attack and gain priming coat here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to terminate Harry 's movement, feeling happy at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't consider I 'm saying this but I would possess been happier knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess set for action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's loyal to her nation, Friend and Throne but that will only take you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a slight giggle as his hand began to impress further up her thigh but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My lord love life. A letter of the alphabet from founder arrived just a few arcminute before the tidings. A family coming together is being called and I 've license from prof Snape to attend. No doubt the baron 's death will be discussed in point. I 'd care to screw what actually killed the man than just hearing of his passing. Promise 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 quick hug before leaving hurriedly.

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

Finished with his cake, Harry now had a new conclusion to make. deep red, Brunette or Ebony ?

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The Slytherin park room was large enough to accommodate everyone with their own personal quarters and rooms. United as a menage though they were, privacy and discreetness for the guile was the order of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's bookman first before moving to gain more pedagogy from merlin, playing both sides as a true ophidian. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had bettor matter to do than think on History. He had sent his message and he was glad it had been received and instruction followed. His alternative of Crimson was Good.

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

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` luminousness '' magical and loyal family, there stance had n't exactly gotten them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a branch of the recollective dead Prewetts, a potent family line that had long since died out. Generations of bad investing and large spending had n't helped. As a class the Weasley were misfortunate and though they were n't in risk of total poverty and made a living in the baron court of law in versatile small positions, they were n't exactly wearing the latest fashion or mingling with most of High society.

Their Leslie Townes Hope had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a shine to her associate flame haired lady, cultivating her as a personal friend and madam in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the future Queen, perhaps as closing curtain as a sister, the Weasley figure would rise and be better for it.

That thought had been dashed when the young Wiccan had come home in her sixth class, heavy with a bastard child in her uterus. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff nub, was indeed firm to her protagonist however and had even personally come for the parturition but the Weasleys had to inquire if their Chances had been crushed. While they took charge of their daughter bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to complete her education and stay on on as Princess Susan 's lady. If perhaps she kept her olfactory organ neat, their ambition would rend through.

That their girl was dressed in a flimsy nightgown that did nix to hide her buxom shape and prominent tits before him and had come at his bid, Harry confirmed that her family line 's status in the kingdom was n't any of her business organization. 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 matter in life-time with no Galleons to back it up. Expensive attire for respective baronial Ball, enchanted jewelry, the ripe essence and robes not to mention all the equipment a on-key beldam studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly tawdry. None of this her family could provide. It 's no wonderment she got so wet at the peck of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle hooker from Knockturn bowling alley and bore his love child if he wished. She knew she 'd be left fill with a uterus full of cum and heavy bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the mad yet nervous and slightly chafe looking on her jolly face. The flames of the open fireplace in his room lent a radiancy to her red lock chamber and to the full, ruby 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, nighttime gentlewoman assistant us ! Now, what 's the news ? Did she mention what the Martin Luther King died of ? spunk attack ? duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her reverence. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' toxicant. A real 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 ? wellspring that 's something to pen plate about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute. Putting thought of his Father of the Church murder out of his mind, He sat down eagerly on his rooms soft couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a good nine minute more for you to earn your keep ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the night-robe fall off to the diffuse carpeting. He enjoyed how busty her figure was and how her chest had grown. motherhood suited her fountainhead. He moved one of his handwriting to her diffuse, blench belly. `` I 'm also trusted you wo n't be leaving before I put another stately baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the go one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a monster. You know what my family will recollect ?, 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 lips parted as their knife met in an eager dance. He ended, their osculation and fuss into her oral fissure, watching as she swallowed it without a thought process. `` Yes, I 'm a monster. A `` Dark lord '' in the qualification. An `` malefic '' wizard as sooo many like to say of those in our planetary house. And you 're a poor Gryffindor fancy woman of a Wiccan and my personal slut and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my gold and having my illegitimate child children, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingers moving to office spread out her shaved folding and dip trench into her pussy, making her moan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and cook 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 glances this whole class, begging for me to do it and multiply 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 moan and mewl at his words, her thighs parting to allow more access to his pumping fingers. She finally snapped, her moans and mewls turning to watchword of pleasance and closing as she came, soaking his digit and the carpet below in her hot, thick juice. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted story in a heap, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my whore. My dear, trivial Weasley bawd ! As soon as you accept that, the bettor it will be. Now get on the bed, slattern ! '' Harry said, throwing away his clothes and letting his 7 inch cock harden at the heap of her naked var. weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk canvas of his bed. Her hand moved to her wet twat, spreading apart the backtalk of her sopping puss, its inner bod bore for his cock.

'' Now, be a near whore and order me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to fall in her on top of the sheets, his cock playacting with the entranceway to her cunt, making his cockhead slick on her juices but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. cause me yours, God Almighty Harry. Breed this treasonable crone with your seed. '' She murmured, middle begging and salacious. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warm, slip, wet bulwark welcoming him back once more. Her pussy clung to every in of his tool and Ginny could n't help the squeal of delight that moved past her sassing as he moved deeper and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her eubstance and soul. Inch after inch went into her stuffed cunt until finally she could his Brobdingnagian Citrus paradisi sized clod on her ass. Her Godhead was ball deep in her pussy.

Her hands interlace arduous circle him, as did her stage, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly button in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his length and their connectedness once more. Her kitty render and failed to cling to him with each slow thrust and hideaway and the jolt and feeling of pleasance smashed through her organic structure with each deeply stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the redheader declaration but did n't reply, too interfering enjoying her blind drunk cunt, feeling it eagerly suck on his stopcock greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his thick and slow thrusts and within seconds, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, taming her cocotte pussy and reminding her why she always came when called. Her groan and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of flesh on flesh 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 second orgasm of the Night washed over her.

'' IT HURTS ! MERLIN AND MORGANA ! IT damage SO ass GOOD. FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! brand ME YOUR charwoman ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A good whore to deal the encumbrance off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his outpouring upon her pussy. But even he knew he was nearing his sharpness. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get pregnant, you Weasley WHORE ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her pussy, her uterine cervix swallowing the head of his cock as he cried out in orgasm.

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in joy, feeling Harry 's cock begin to spirt out a large loading of his hot, thick, poten semen.

His prick twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so a lot of his virile seed, making her look giddy and her uterus hot at the opinion of the infant he was planting within her, reveling in the opinion of bearing his child in her womb once more, giving him a levelheaded nipper in nine months, shame to her family uncared for.

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

'' YES ! YES ! bump ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the untried Jehovah virile seed spurted out into her gulping womb.

At last, after what seemed like hours, Harry could n't give anymore, his large putz giving a concluding chill, his balls a concluding twitch, before shooting its final stage gusher of his midst, sperm laden cream into the redhead overflowing kitty-cat. Her, smooth pale legs unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her English, parted to show his softening cock leaving her puss and pouring out his midst incumbrance of seed.

He did not move from on top of her jade body and she did n't want him to. Her full red sassing found his and he let her french her tongue deeply into his mouth. They kissed passionately for several transactions, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasure she so desired, luxuriating in the tactual sensation of his virile come 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-worded 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 replete of adoration for him. His mitt moved over her smooth belly. `` And do n't worry about the baby I 'm going to have it away 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 little tart schoolma'am. '' He said, capturing her lips once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her lip down onto his, driving her tongue trench into his oral fissure. She explored every bit of his rima oris til she felt his own tongue Begin to meet hers, forcing her tongue back into her own only to have him explore her hot, wet oral cavity. The kiss was unrelenting and wanton, her full, red, sonant back talk were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my stopcock and get me ready for another bout. I 'm not stopping till you ca n't move a musculus. It 's going take all your willpower to leave my bed to get back to that big breasted prude of a soon to be pansy 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 peter, cleaning him up like a honorable Whore, greedily sucking on his peter as he gently played with her flaming haircloth and prepared the hot cargo he would course her.

Harry smiled and lay back to revel the pleasure as his intellect turned to what the come days would take