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

The Golden, Enchanted doorbell rang loud and clear throughout the City of London. All who heard it, nobleman and commoner alike, knew what those Alexander Melville Bell ringing meant. James Potter, The Magical King, guardian of the Magical United kingdom, High Scion of England, Scotland and Ireland, was dead.

Lily Evans did not seem to handle as the 32 yr old Witch sipped her java and observed the events from the lowly coffee bar she sat outside of.

The common born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobles and their sept rushed off to their planetary house and Regal demesne and castles to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in private, away from the oculus of the mutual folk, whilst others floo called on their friends to part a lunch or dinner and discuss the Ramifications of the event.

The Potters had long been kings of Magical Britain, protectors of the isle from the rest of the Magical Danaus plexippus of Europe and beyond. Rich, muscular and influential, some had prospicient rumoured that they shared the Blood of Rex Arthur himself, thus why long, long ago, the enceinte hotshot Merlin had aided the heir of their family, Trevor ceramist, in battle against Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault 's power and crowned him the new tycoon of the United land afterwards, through right of Magic and Might.

None of the magical nobles at the prison term had argued about the appointment. nobody, after all, wanted to reason with the powerful Sorcerer who had personally trained the Powerhouses that were the laminitis of Hogwarts schooltime of witchery and Wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to induce learned at the knee of the great adept, almost every magical spell the powerful sorcerer knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their skills and magical trade, all of them together had been ineffective to set down a scratch line on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shallow thing.

Yes, no sane beldame or sensation dare argue with such a man.

But now ceramicist was beat and to take his place was none but his daughter and that had its own set of intrigue and trouble. For one, no individual Princess of the ceramicist family had ever taken the sovereignty if leadership. They were unique and mightily in their own right and were either married off ( to close knit family friend and `` clear '' supporting noble families, of course ) or given small feoff, castles and state of their own if some of them decided to continue single. ( Only 5 in the account of the Potter royalty had done so. )

Jesse James Potter had married Augusta bone who had perished in childbearing, leaving him with his girl and sole inheritor, Princess Susan Bones. ( Holding on to her mother 's sept name at her insistency ) Afterwards, King St. James had married capital of Maine 's sister, Amelia but that marriage had proven useless as it brought no shaver forth either and angered many nobles, who had their own female congeneric waiting in the wings after Queen Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the castanets family had only brought their wealth as a noble menage to the crown ( something unneeded as the Potter royal stag kinfolk was robust than most of those in the European Continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and naught more. Having not been in at war, there was no penury to make a majestic marriage connection with some princess from Perhaps Bharat, Nihon, mainland China or Russia. It had been a decade of peace since the last war with Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and 50 years since the last imposing insurrection brought about the Flint Family ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate and somewhat embarrassing thing that had been the talk of the realm was the wanton posture of their magnate. By the police force set down by Falco columbarius ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a Riley B King or Queen could have got one functionary Mistress or unmarried consort for the aim of pleasure or securing an heir. Augusta and Amelia, Beauties and mightily hag in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the identification number of the royal family, something of an urgent matter seeing as king James had been an only small fry. 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 notorious habit for the King and his two most trusted friends ( Lord Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, both who had been his hanker known booster since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and common world and have numerous trysts with both the single and married char of the kingdom, leaving many a Loretta Young I mother or leaving the wife of minor lords, merchants and high muckamuck 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 amber, Expensive jewellery or little snatch of land for their royal bastard children to inherit. That and a nail paid education at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even aegir for return visit from the king and his two trusted Divine. If married, most of their hubby were appeased with titles or Au. Those that demanded expiation however, faced a quick death. Either from an Assassin 's wand or from the top executive unleashed upon them by someone in the Rex 's personal safeguard, 10 Witches and Wizards hand picked for their world power and artistry in fight to protect the business leader and his honour.

That and the revulsion stories 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 trouble when it came to the subject of Remus Lupin. It was an openly known matter that those of his star sign were werewolves and provided the Royal armies magical creature division with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a attested fact that the come of a werewolf was not optimum for a rule noble enchantress or park ma'am. Werewolf seed was extremely fertile and resulted in multiple tiddler, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few exception. As such, unless carried by a female wolfman, these kid took a toll on their mother in the uterus. Only an magically gifted Witch could make it such nativity but many ladies, commoners or woman of the street who had to willingly give themselves to Lupin ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would find their uterus growing lumbering and themselves weak from nurturing his Lycan progeny within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forbear cared. The children were shipped off to an orphans' asylum and straight to RAMCD upon their majority to serve the realm.

So, to the overplus of the soon-to-be laureled young Queen and her Queen female parent, many a royal bastard walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her folk. One of these SOB was Harry Evans, her very distant nephew.

Lily drank down the shoemaker's last of her coffee, left some amber Galleons on the mesa and began her walk rest home, ignoring the crying, the whispers and the tiff over a dead Billie Jean Moffitt King, thinking all the meter she walked.

The Arthur Evans kin had n't started out as mavin and Witches. But their blood line was no less authoritative for it. Those of the Evans mob had actually been the stewards, escort and retainer of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a sinewy thaumaturge lord under her banner to take one of the Arthur Evans family line girl to wife for their loyalty and avail and it was then that their sorcerous credit line began and flourished. The merging of a powerful magician 's line with new blood caused it only to grow stronger and the deliberate continued meeting of marriage and bloodlines had seen the Evans kinsperson grow in power and influence as Lady Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans category as talented, powerful and Dark enchantress and adept due to their connection with the most powerful Sorceress since merlin, the Evans were what would call `` Lady Jane Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousands of spells, rite, spell and sorceries, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as most so called `` shadow Lords and ma'am '' were. The knowledge of the trick was good to experience, that was all.

But through the century, many had fallen in service of process and defence of their Lady Morgana. Others persecuted over the years by those of the `` lighter '' for siding with her. Though a muscular Noble category, they were no longer considered richly aristocracy. 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 delight when it was only through subjugation 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 peeress Morgana had declared, Magicals the world over would have been persecuted for their talent. Now it was they who made the decision and brought progress through deception to the people, kept the commoner from turning on each early for stupid ground such as race or condition. But of path Merlin and the `` light '' had to have the final say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those days, there were few Arthur Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister Rose. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her poor baby whom the king had lusted after and left with tyke. Harry had been born as his mother left this animation, her spirit and soulfulness now with the rest in The Ever aloof 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 talented than many who had come before him in her family, had mastered near all the class spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his peerage at Hogwarts. Powerful to bang. A quotation to the Evans name. Their ma'am would be delight she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and 7th year. No doubtfulness the terminal figure would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the late King clashing with their final 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 fully red sassing 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 dead. Long live the Queen. A small lamentation of brokenheartedness had come from the Hufflepuff table in the great Marguerite Radclyffe Hall as the `` Wisconsinite '' closed rank, 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 Head of Gryffindor and foreland of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The rest of the Great lobby exploded into conversation and mourning as soon as they left. binge fell easily and quickly from many of the younger student, many rushed off to the Owlery to lead off writing hasty letters on torn lambskin to station off, asking for ratification and the situation in the unit of the land. Groups of Noble baby broke off into bass and hushed treatment, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

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

Daphne Greengrass was an old booster, valuable ally and occasional 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 alliance. Seeing that her elder comrade would fill the spot as heir, it had been agreed by Almighty Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an Official Mistress of the Evans family, which would make Harry provide for her and any minor they had as good as if she was his wife, a alleviation to both Harry and her. Daphne had no use for the old master who sent gifts and letters trying to get an sweetening to her. Her long aerodynamic blonde hair, dazzling emerald middle and her sensual build had many a Divine son seeking a connector but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her to the full, emerald painted brim curved into a smirk as his optic wandered down to her generous bust, the Hogwarts uniform doing nothing to conceal 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 extra time for those I never knew, no matter their importance to the general public or unwanted familial connections. '' He said. His former script moved to caress her warm thigh gently and her smirk turned to a smiling. Everyone was n't note, seeing as they were all interfering with their own thoughts on flow events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our resident Princess has something up her sleeve, Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault may think this a perfect time to lash out and gain basis here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to stop Harry 's movement, feeling happy at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't believe I 'm saying this but I would take been happier knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess ready for activeness rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's loyal to her area, Quaker and crapper but that will only get hold of you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a slight giggle as his hand 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 Lord love. A letter from founding father arrived just a few minutes before the news program. A family meeting is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to attend. No question the king 's death will be discussed in particular. I 'd care to know what actually killed the man than just auditory sense of his passing. Promise I 'll tell you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a deep kiss at his facial expression of letdown and a speedy 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 decision to make. deep red, brunette or sable ?

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The Slytherin Common Room was large enough to accommodate everyone with their own personal quarters and rooms. United as a star sign though they were, privacy and discretion for the guile was the order of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's pupil first before moving to realise more commandment from Merlin, playing both incline as a true up 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 glad it had been received and command followed. His choice of deep red was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of Ladies in waiting from the schooltime Houses ( except Slytherin of grade ) and for Harry, finding the correct 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 `` luminousness '' charming and loyal kin, there stance had n't exactly grow them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a subdivision of the recollective beat Prewetts, a sinewy kinsfolk that had prospicient since died out. multiplication of bad investment and vauntingly spending had n't helped. As a kinsperson the Weasley were poor and though they were n't in danger of total impoverishment and made a support in the big businessman court in various lowly stead, they were n't exactly wearing the latest fashions or mingling with nigh of high school society.

Their Hopes had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a effulgence to her fellow flame haired lady, cultivating her as a personal friend and lady in waiting. If Ginny could get close-fitting to the future fagot, perhaps as close as a baby, the Weasley public figure would rise up and be better for it.

That thought had been dashed when the young beldame had come menage in her sixth twelvemonth, expectant with a mother fucker child 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 nascence but the Weasleys had to wonder if their Chances had been crushed. While they took tutelage of their daughter bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to complete her education and retain on as Princess Susan 's lady. If perhaps she kept her nose sportsmanlike, their ambitions would pull through.

That their daughter was dressed in a flimsy nightdress that did cipher to conceal her bosomy figure and large tits before him and had come at his command, Harry confirmed that her kinfolk 's status in the realm was n't any of her concern. 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 living with no Galleons to back it up. Expensive dresses for various noble balls, enchanted jewellery, the substantially scent and robes not to mention all the equipment a straight witch studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly meretricious. None of this her phratry could provide. It 's no wonder she got so wet at the stack of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle hustler from Knockturn alley and abide his cocksucker if he wished. She knew she 'd be left satisfied with a uterus wax of cum and magnanimous bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the energise yet nervous and slightly annoyed feel on her pretty typeface. The fire of the hearth in his room lent a radiance to her red ignition lock and full, ruby lips.

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

'' Poison. A tangible deadly one too. It struck right at his inwardness in minutes after he drank some vino. 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. guesswork he never saw it coming. '' He said after a instant. Putting thoughts of his fathers murder out of his thinker, He sat down eagerly on his rooms soft couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a unspoiled nine hours more for you to realize your keep ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the night-robe fall off to the soft carpet. He enjoyed how busty her figure was and how her breasts had grown. Motherhood suited her well. He moved one of his work force to her soft, pale belly. `` I 'm also sure as shooting you wo n't be leaving before I put another noble infant in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the finis one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shake of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a freak. You know what my family will opine ?, what it will do to the family name if I become fraught again ? '' She muttered heatedly. She yelped as harry suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Her mouth parted as their tongues met in an tidal bore saltation. He ended, their kiss and spat into her sass, watching as she swallowed it without a view. `` Yes, I 'm a monster. A `` wickedness Jehovah '' in the fashioning. An `` evil '' sorcerer as sooo many like to say of those in our family. And you 're a hapless Gryffindor Whore of a crone and my personal slut and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my gold and having my bastard youngster, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingers moving to part open her shave fold and dip deep into her kitty-cat, making her moan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and set up 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 coup d'oeil this whole year, begging for me to get it on and cover you. You do n't care if you 're family remains dirt pitiable as long as you remain my lady of pleasure, have my kid and get all the partiality things I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only groan and pule at his watchword, her second joint parting to allow more admittance to his pumping fingers. She finally snapped, her moan and mewls turning to cries of pleasure and closing as she came, soaking his finger's breadth and the carpet below in her hot, thick-skulled juices. Harry grinned and pulled his finger's breadth out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted floor in a heap, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my sporting lady. My dear, lilliputian Weasley cocotte ! 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 cock harden at the sight of her nude build weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheets of his bed. Her hand moved to her wet pussycat, spreading apart the lips of her sopping snatch, its inner flesh eager for his cock.

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

'' F-fuck me, please. Make me yours, Creator Harry. spawn this unfaithful witch with your seed. '' She murmured, eyes begging and lubricious. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warm, glossy, wet paries welcoming him back once more. Her snatch clung to every inch of his cock and Ginny could n't facilitate the squeal of joy that moved past her lips as he moved deeper and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her trunk and psyche. inch after inch went into her gormandize bitch until finally she could his huge grapefruit sized balls on her ass. Her Almighty was balls deep in her pussy.

Her hands locked hard round him, as did her pegleg, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly button in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his distance and their connection once more. Her pussy tried and failed to cling to him with each slacken thrusting and retreat and the impact and notion of joy smashed through her body with each deep stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the carrottop declaration but did n't reply, too fussy 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 mystifying and dense thrusts and within minute, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, taming her whore pussy and reminding her why she always came when called. Her moan and cries of joy mixed with the sound of soma on flesh and all she could do was moan like a slut as he pounded into her, his turncock smashing onto her womb entering. All she could do was cry and mewl as her endorsement sexual climax of the Nox washed over her.

'' IT trauma ! MERLIN AND MORGANA ! IT suffering SO fuck GOOD. FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! MAKE ME YOUR cleaning woman ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A estimable fancy woman to take the load off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his onslaught upon her puss. But even he knew he was nearing his edge. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get pregnant, you Weasley sporting lady ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her pussy, her cervix swallowing the school principal of his dick as he cried out in orgasm.

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

His cock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so very much of his virile cum, making her feeling giddy and her womb hot at the thought of the baby he was planting within her, reveling in the sentiment of bearing his child in her womb once more, giving him a healthy minor in nine calendar month, shame to her kinfolk uncared for.

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

'' YES ! YES ! strike hard ME UP ! ! '' she screamed out as the the young Lord virile seed spurted out into her gulping womb.

At hold up, after what seemed like hours, Harry could n't fall in anymore, his large rooster giving a final quiver, his balls a final twitch, before shooting its last gusher of his thick, sperm lade cream into the redheads overflowing pussy. Her, smooth wan legs unwrapped hesitantly from his backbone and tiredly sank to her sides, parted to show his softening putz leaving her cunt and pouring out his thick load of seed.

He did not move from on top of her threadbare physical structure and she did n't require him to. Her total red rim found his and he let her french her tongue deeply into his rima oris. They kissed passionately for various minutes, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasure she so desired, luxuriating in the smell of his virile seed dripping from her cunt.

'' Merlin ! You fucked me so well ! She moaned as they broke their buss. Harry smirked and gave her ass a sharp smacking, making her groan 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 entire of adoration for him. His handwriting moved over her smooth belly. `` And do n't worry about the baby I 'm going to fuck into you tonight. My Aunt Lily will be calling on your home soon. Our child and the one on the way will be well taken charge of. And as long as I keep fucking you whenever I want, so will you, my little whore kept woman. '' He said, capturing her lips once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her sassing down onto his, driving her natural language oceanic abyss into his oral fissure. She explored every bit of his mouth til she felt his own tongue Begin to meet hers, forcing her clapper back into her own only to get him explore her hot, wet lip. The candy kiss was beastly and wanton, her full, red, easy rim were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my cock and get me ready for another round. I 'm not stopping public treasury you ca n't move a brawn. It 's going convey all your willpower 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 gossip. She simply got down to the chore of sucking on Harry 's delight giving pecker, cleaning him up like a serious Whore, greedily sucking on his pecker as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot shipment he would feed her.

Harry smiled and lay back to enjoy the pleasure as his brain turned to what the sexual climax Clarence Day would bring in