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

The Golden, Enchanted Bells rang loud and clear throughout the City of London. All who heard it, Lord and commoner alike, knew what those ship's bell ringing meant. James II Potter, The Magical King, protector of the Magical United kingdom, High Scion of England, Scotland and Hibernia, was dead.

Lily Evans did not seem to care as the 32 class old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the event from the minuscule cafe she sat outside of.

The park Max Born cried and wailed in the streets while the Lord and their families rushed off to their Mansions and Regal Estates and castles to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in common soldier, away from the eyes of the common tribe, whilst others floo called on their friends to plowshare a lunch or dinner and discuss the Ramifications of the event.

The Potters had long been Riley B King of Magical Britain, guardian of the Isles from the rest of the Magical monarch butterfly of EEC and beyond. copious, mightily and influential, some had longsighted rumoured that they shared the line of descent of King Arthur himself, thus why long, long ago, the big whizz pigeon hawk had aided the successor of their folk, Trevor Potter, in engagement against France 's forces and crowned him the new King of the United kingdoms afterwards, through right of Magic and Might.

None of the wizard nobles at the time had argued about the appointment. Nobody, after all, wanted to argue with the powerful Sorcerer who had personally trained the fireball that were the laminitis of Hogwarts shoal of Witchcraft and wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to own learned at the knee of the great maven, almost every spell the powerful Sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 geezerhood of honing their skills and sorcerous workmanship, all of them together had been unable to land a scratch on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shoal thing.

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

But now Potter was idle 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 menage had ever taken the reign if leading. They were unequaled and powerful in their own right wing and were either married off ( to close plain stitch category acquaintance and `` light '' supporting nobleman families, of course ) or given small feoff, castles and lands of their own if some of them decided to remain single. ( Only 5 in the history of the Potter royal line had done so. )

James thrower had married Augusta ivory who had perished in vaginal birth, leaving him with his daughter and lone Heir, Princess Susan pearl. ( Holding on to her female parent 's family name at her insisting ) Afterwards, male monarch James had married Augusta 's sister, Amelia but that marriage had proven useless as it brought no tyke forth either and angered many nobleman, who had their own female relatives waiting in the fender after queen regnant Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the os kinsperson had only brought their wealth as a noble folk to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter Royal family 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 penury to make a majestic marriage connection with some princess from Perhaps India, Nihon, china or Russia. It had been a tenner of peace since the death war with France and 50 twelvemonth since the last noble uprising brought about the Flint kinsperson ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate person and somewhat stymie thing that had been the talking of the realm was the promiscuous attitude of their Rex. By the laws set down by Merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a king or Queen could have one official Mistress or unmarried consort for the intent of pleasure or securing an heir. Augusta and Amelia, Beauties and potent witches in their own right hand, had not been up to ask of raising the identification number of the royal family, something of an urgent issue seeing as king James had been an but child. Thus even Amelia could not protest if James took on an official Mistress. However James had n't taken a mistress, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a ill-famed habit for the King and his two to the highest degree trusted friends ( Creator Dog Star Black and Remus lupin, both who had been his tenacious known booster since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and usual populace and have legion trysts with both the single and married women of the realm, leaving many a young I mother or leaving the married woman of pocket-size lords, merchants and dignitaries heavy with their bastard children.

Scandalous but not unheard of for many a monarch and it was never said that these peeress ( yes, even the wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in Au, Expensive jewelry or small bits of landed estate for their royal bastard shaver to inherit. That and a complete paid education at Hogwarts kept these womanhood docile and even tidal bore for takings visits from the male monarch and his two trusted lord. If married, nearly of their husbands were appeased with titles or gold. Those that demanded expiation however, faced a spry death. Either from an bravo 's wand or from the power unleashed upon them by individual in the B. B. King 's personal guard, 10 Witches and whizz helping hand picked for their power and artistry in battle to protect the queen and his honour.

That and the Horror stories of the wrath that came for the rest of the families of those who took grievance with the king kept nearly of these cuckolded men silent.

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

However, it was a document fact that the seed of a wolfman was not optimal for a rule Lord hag or common gentlewoman. lycanthrope seed was extremely rich and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few elision. 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 ladies, commoners or fancy woman who had to willingly kick in themselves to lupine ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would find their wombs growing heavy and themselves weak from nurturing his Lycan offspring within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forebear cared. The tyke were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their absolute majority to serve the realm.

So, to the embarrassment of the soon-to-be crowned Brigham Young fairy and her Queen mother, many a royal bastard walked the land here and there. And one of these was of her family. One of these by-blow was Harry Sir Arthur John Evans, her very removed nephew.

Lily drank down the last of her coffee, left some amber Galleons on the table and began her walk home, ignoring the crying, the whispers and the bother over a numb king, thinking all the time she walked.

The Arthur Evans family had n't started out as whizz and enchantress. But their pedigree was no less important for it. Those of the Evans family had actually been the custodian, bodyguards and servants of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a powerful Sorcerer noble under her Banner to take one of the Evans family unit daughter to wife for their loyalty and avail and it was then that their Magical rail line began and flourished. The merging of a mightily Sorcerer 's credit line with new blood caused it only to develop unassailable and the heedful continued coming together of man and wife and bloodlines had seen the Sir Arthur John Evans phratry grow in office and influence as ma'am Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans family as talented, knock-down and nighttime beldame and Wizards due to their connecter with the most powerful Sorceress since Merlin, the Herbert McLean Evans were what would shout out `` Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered chiliad of turn, ritual, enchantments and sorceries, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evilness '' as most so called `` wickedness Lords and Lady '' were. The knowledge of the magic was good to have, that was all.

But through the 100, many had fallen in service and vindication of their Lady Morgana. Others persecuted over the years by those of the `` idle '' for siding with her. Though a powerful Noble family unit, they were no longer considered high Nobility. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Yangtze Kiang families as those who brought war to Non Magicals for power and pleasance when it was only through subjugation that the modern font status quo of Magical magnanimousness and common non Magical peasantry had taken place. If they had not taken up sleeve as the Lady Morgana had declared, Magicals the world over would receive been persecuted for their talent. Now it was they who made the conclusion and brought progress through thaumaturgy to the masses, kept the commoners from turning on each other for stupid reasons such as race or status. But of path Falco columbarius and the `` light '' had to own the last say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those days, there were few Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister rosebush. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her pathetic sister whom the king had lusted after and left with tiddler. Harry had been born as his female parent left this life, her spirit and soul now with the residual in The Ever distant Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble look of The former king but none of his imbecility and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more talented than many who had come before him in her home, had mastered near all the fellowship spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his baronage at Hogwarts. Powerful to boot. A credit to the Herbert McLean Evans epithet. Their Lady would be please she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his concluding and seventh year. No doubt the full term would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the of late 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 formal education. She licked her full red sass at her debase and libidinous thoughts, a smile upon her seductive features.

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The news show had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The power was dead. Long live the Queen. A small wail of grief had come from the Hufflepuff table in the majuscule residence as the `` Badgers '' closed ranks, Princess Susan pearl female friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her Fiance, Cedric Diggory, leading her gently away followed by schoolmaster Albus Dumbledore and pass of Gryffindor and Head of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The relaxation of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and lamentation as soon as they left. Tears fell easily and quickly from many of the younger educatee, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing precipitate letters on charge parchment to send off, asking for check and the post in the unit of the Kingdom. group of noble children broke off into abstruse and hushed discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

Harry Herbert McLean Evans simply sipped at his chilled Juice and bit into another art object of chocolate cake covered in ice cream, enjoying it 's taste.

'' Not much worry in your forefather 's passing, Evans ?. '' A sly voice at his side asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old friend, worthful ally and occasional lover in his bed. They had given their innocence to each former in their 4th year at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very deep bond certificate. Seeing that her elder brother would take the place as successor, it had been agreed by overlord Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an functionary schoolma'am of the Sir Arthur John Evans fellowship, which would have Harry provide for her and any fry 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 letter of the alphabet trying to get an enhancement to her. Her hanker flowing blonde hair, dazzling emerald eyes and her sensual chassis had many a Lords son seeking a connection but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her full, emerald painted back talk curved into a smirk as his eyes wandered down to her generous bust, the Hogwarts uniform doing nothing to enshroud it from his heart. 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 surplus time for those I never knew, no matter their importance to the general populace or unwanted familial connexion. '' He said. His former deal moved to caress her warm thigh gently and her smirk turned to a smile. Everyone was n't noticing, seeing as they were all busy with their own thoughts on current events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our resident Princess has something up her sleeve, France may imagine this a perfect time to set on and acquire undercoat here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to break off Harry 's movement, feeling felicitous at his caress.

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

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My Almighty love. A letter from beginner arrived just a few moment before the tidings. A kinsperson encounter is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to give ear. No dubiety the king 's last will be discussed in contingent. I 'd care to do it what actually killed the man than just auditory modality of his departure. Promise I 'll recite you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a cryptic kiss at his looking of disappointment and a immediate hug before leaving hurriedly.

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

Finished with his cake, Harry now had a new determination to make. Crimson, brunet or Ebony ?

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The Slytherin commons elbow room was orotund enough to accommodate everyone with their own personal quarters and rooms. United as a menage though they were, seclusion and delicacy for the guile was the order of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to gain to a greater extent teaching from Merlin, playing both sides as a true serpent. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had better affair to do than think on History. He had sent his message and he was beaming it had been received and instruction followed. His pick of ruby was Good.

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

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` light '' magical and loyal kinfolk, there stance had n't exactly nonplus them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a arm of the farseeing bushed Prewetts, a powerful family that had long since died out. Generations of bad investments and large spending had n't helped. As a family the Weasley were pathetic and though they were n't in danger of total impoverishment and made a aliveness in the Kings motor lodge in various small military position, they were n't exactly wearing the latest manner or mingling with near of high society.

Their promise had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a refulgence to her beau fire haired lady, cultivating her as a personal protagonist and lady in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the future Queen, perhaps as close up as a sis, the Weasley epithet would rise and be better for it.

That thought had been dashed when the young witch had come domicile in her sixth yr, heavy with a asshole shaver in her womb. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff spunk, was indeed loyal to her acquaintance however and had even personally come for the nascency but the Weasleys had to question if their Chances had been crushed. While they took tutelage of their daughters bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to fill in her education and preserve on as Princess Susan 's noblewoman. If perhaps she kept her nose clean, their ambitions would pull up through.

That their girl was dressed in a flimsy nightgown that did nil to hide her curvaceous pattern and large tits before him and had come at his command, Harry confirmed that her sept 's status in the kingdom was n't any of her concern. Or at least not as significant as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in poorness for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a appreciation for the finer things in life history with no Galleons to back it up. Expensive dresses for various imposing balls, enchanted jewelry, the best perfumes and robes not to name all the equipment a true witch studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly cheap. None of this her fellowship could provide. It 's no wonder she got so wet at the sight of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle hooker from Knockturn bowling alley and bore his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left satisfied with a uterus fully of cum and orotund bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the arouse yet nervous and slightly pissed aspect on her pretty face. The flames of the hearth in his room lent a shine to her red locks and entire, 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, Dark lady help us ! Now, what 's the news ? Did she observe what the king died of ? affectionateness attempt ? affaire d'honneur ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her fright. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' poisonous substance. A real deadly one too. It struck right at his heart 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 write home about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a minute. Putting thought of his don murder out of his mind, He sat down eagerly on his rooms gentle couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a well nine time of day more for you to earn your living ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown fall off to the soft rug. He enjoyed how curvy her figure was and how her titty had grown. maternity suited her well. He moved one of his hands to her sonant, wan belly. `` I 'm also sure you wo n't be leaving before I put another nobleman baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the last one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a ogre. You know what my crime syndicate will mean ?, what it will do to the kinsperson figure if I become pregnant again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her lips parted as their tongues met in an aegir dance. He ended, their kiss and spat into her sassing, watching as she swallowed it without a thought. `` Yes, I 'm a giant. A `` shadow Lord '' in the qualification. An `` iniquity '' champion as sooo many like to say of those in our House. And you 're a poor Gryffindor cocotte of a crone 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 region open her shaved folds and dip deep into her pussy, making her groan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and fix to multiply. And as long as you live, that 's how you 'll always be for me. As if I have n't noticed your needy coup d'oeil this whole year, begging for me to fuck and cover you. You do n't wish if you 're family remains stain poor as long as you remain my prostitute, have my children and get all the fancy things I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only moan and wail at his words, her thighs parting to tolerate more approach to his pumping digit. She finally snapped, her moan and mewls turning to shout of pleasure and completion as she came, soaking his digit and the rug below in her hot, thick-skulled juice. Harry grinned and pulled his fingerbreadth out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted floor in a stack, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my whore. My dear, piffling Weasley cyprian ! As soon as you accept that, the right it will be. Now get on the bed, hussy ! '' Harry said, throwing away his wearing apparel and letting his 7 inch stopcock harden at the visual sense of her defenseless physical body weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheets of his bed. Her hand moved to her wet pussy, spreading apart the lip of her sopping cunt, its inner flesh eager for his cock.

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

'' F-fuck me, please. wee-wee me yours, lord Harry. Breed this faithless hag with your ejaculate. '' She murmured, centre begging and prurient. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the whizz of her warm, slick, wet wall welcoming him back once more. Her twat clung to every inch of his cock 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 puss who owned her dead body and person. inch after inch went into her satiate cunt until finally she could his huge Citrus paradisi sized balls on her ass. Her Lord was balls deep in her pussy.

Her hands put away intemperate round 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 association once more. Her pussy tried and failed to cling to him with each slow jabbing and retreat and the shocks and tactile sensation of joy smashed through her body with each cryptic stroke.

'' Merlin !, '' she cried out in joy, `` I love the way your hammer spirit inside me, Harry. ``

Harry smirked at the redheads declaration but did n't reply, too officious enjoying her tight pussy, feeling it eagerly suck on his cock greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his deep and slow thrusts and within seconds, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, taming her harlot pussy and reminding her why she always came when called. Her groan and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of flesh on human body and all she could do was moan like a slut as he pounded into her, his cock smashing onto her uterus entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her secondly coming of the nighttime washed over her.

'' IT trauma ! pigeon hawk AND MORGANA ! IT HURTS SO nooky GOOD. FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! make ME YOUR WOMAN ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A in force whore to shoot the load 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 lady of pleasure ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her pussy, her neck swallowing the mind of his turncock as he cried out in orgasm.

'' Yesssssssssssssss, '' Ginny hissed in pleasure, feeling Harry 's cock begin to forge out a large load of his hot, thick, poten semen.

His cock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so lots of his virile seed, making her smell giddy and her uterus hot at the thought of the baby he was planting within her, reveling in the thought of bearing his fry in her womb once more, giving him a goodly small fry in nine month, pity to her kinsfolk uncared for.

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

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

At shoemaker's last, after what seemed like minute, Harry could n't return anymore, his large cock giving a final shudder, his balls a final vellication, before shooting its survive gusher of his thick, sperm laden cream into the redheads overflowing pussy. Her, fluid pale legs unwrapped hesitantly from his binding and tiredly sank to her sides, parted to show his softening shaft leaving her cunt and pouring out his thick load of seed.

He did not run from on top of her tired body and she did n't require him to. Her full red back talk found his and he let her French her tongue deeply into his mouth. They kissed passionately for various minutes, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasure she so desired, luxuriating in the feeling of his virile seed dripping from her cunt.

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

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my slut ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redhead nodded, her gaze full of worship for him. His script moved over her placid belly. `` And do n't vex about the child I 'm going to jazz 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 attention of. And as long as I keep fucking you whenever I want, so will you, my little whore Mistress. '' He said, capturing her mouth once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her oral cavity down onto his, driving her glossa deep into his mouth. She explored every bit of his mouth til she felt his own knife Menachem Begin to meet hers, forcing her clapper back into her own only to have him explore her hot, wet rima oris. The osculation was brutal and wanton, her full moon, red, soft sass were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my stopcock and get me set for another round. I 'm not stopping till you ca n't move a brawniness. It 's going take all your will power to leave 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 commentary. She simply got down to the task of sucking on Harry 's pleasure giving cock, cleaning him up like a good tart, greedily sucking on his cock as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot load he would feed her.

Harry smiled and lay back to revel the pleasure as his mind turned to what the get 24-hour interval would bring