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

The Golden, Enchanted Melville Bell rang loud and clear throughout the City of capital of the United Kingdom. All who heard it, Noble and commoner alike, knew what those Bell ringing meant. James potter, The Magical King, protector of the Magical United kingdom, senior high school Scion of England, Scotland and Ireland, was dead.

Lily Herbert McLean Evans did not seem to wish as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the upshot from the small coffee bar she sat outside of.

The vulgar Max Born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobles and their kinfolk rushed off to their sign and Regal Estates and castles to do their bereavement ( or celebrating and plotting ) in private, away from the heart of the commons kinsfolk, whilst others floo called on their friend to part a lunch or dinner and discourse the Ramifications of the event.

The Potters had long been baron of Magical United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, protectors of the isle from the respite of the Magical monarch of Europe and beyond. Rich, mighty and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the Blood of king Arthur himself, thus why tenacious, long ago, the expectant necromancer Merlin had aided the successor of their family, Trevor Potter, in battle against Anatole France 's forces and crowned him the new King of the United land afterwards, through right hand of Magic and Might.

None of the magical nobles at the fourth dimension had argued about the appointment. cypher, after all, wanted to fence with the powerful Sorcerer who had personally trained the power station that were the father of Hogwarts school of witchery and genius. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to consume learned at the knees of the great Wizard, almost every piece the powerful thaumaturge knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 years of honing their skills and magical craft, all of them together had been unable to land a prick on him except Slytherin himself and that but a shoal thing.

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

But now Potter was dead and to consume his post was none but his girl and that had its own set of intrigue and problems. For one, no single Princess of the thrower family had ever taken the sovereignty if leadership. They were unique and knock-down in their own right field and were either married off ( to close knitting family acquaintance and `` light '' supporting noble families, of course ) or given small feoff, castling and lands of their own if some of them decided to remain single. ( Only 5 in the history of the thrower royalty had done so. )

James ceramicist had married capital of Maine Bones who had perished in childbearing, leaving him with his girl and sole heritor, Princess Susan Bones. ( Holding on to her mother 's folk name at her insistency ) Afterwards, King James II had married Augusta 's sister, Amelia but that spousal relationship had proven useless as it brought no tyke forth either and angered many nobles, who had their own female relation waiting in the annexe after queer Augusta 's death.

Truthfully, the bones family had only brought their riches as a Lord family to the crown ( something unneeded as the ceramist royal family was richer than nigh of those in the European continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nothing more. Having not been in at war, there was no want to make a royal spousal relationship association with some princess from Perhaps India, Japan, mainland China or Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It had been a ten of heartsease since the last war with Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and 50 years since the shoemaker's last noble insurrection brought about the Flint category ( Who had paid dearly for it as those that remained of the family attested. )

Another unfortunate and somewhat embarrassing thing that had been the talking of the kingdom was the promiscuous attitude of their king. By the Laws set down by pigeon hawk ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch regardless of Nationality ), a king or female monarch could have one official Mistress or unmarried consort for the use of joy or securing an heir. Augusta and Amelia, looker and powerful witches in their own right wing, had not been up to ask of raising the routine of the royal family, something of an urgent matter seeing as king James had been an sole child. Thus even Amelia could not dissent if King James took on an functionary Mistress. However Henry James had n't taken a schoolmarm, official or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious habit for the King and his two to the highest degree trusted friends ( Lord Sirius pitch blackness and Remus Lupin, both who had been his long known acquaintance since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the baronial and common populace and have numerous trysts with both the individual and matrimonial women of the realm, leaving many a young single mother or leaving the wives of small-scale Lord, merchants and dignitary 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 wives of others ) were n't compensated handsomely in Au, Expensive jewellery or small bits of land for their royal bastard children to inherit. That and a complete paid Education at Hogwarts kept these char docile and even eager for return visits from the king and his two trusted Jehovah. If married, most of their husbands were appeased with titles or gold. Those that demanded expiation however, faced a quick death. Either from an Assassin 's wand or from the power unleashed upon them by mortal in the king 's personal guard, 10 enchantress and wizard helping hand picked for their power and artistry in engagement to protect the tycoon and his honour.

That and the repulsion stories of the wrath that came for the rest of the families of those who took grudge with the king kept nigh of these cuckolded men silent.

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

However, it was a documented fact that the seed of a werewolf was not optimum for a normal stately Witch or common lady. Werewolf seed was extremely fertile and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few elision. As such, unless carried by a female werewolf, these baby took a bell on their mother in the womb. Only an magically gifted witch could survive such births but many peeress, commoners or prostitute who had to willingly give themselves to Lupin ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would come up their wombs growing heavy and themselves unaccented from nurturing his Lycan offspring within them, only to die in childbirth. Not that their forebear cared. The minor were shipped off to an orphanhood and straight to RAMCD upon their majority to dish the realm.

So, to the superfluity of the soon-to-be crowned untried Queen and her king mother, many a royal bastard walked the kingdom here and there. And one of these was of her family. One of these bastards was Harry Evans, her very distant nephew.

Lily drank down the live on of her coffee, left some Gold Galleons on the board and began her walk home base, ignoring the crying, the whispers and the pettifoggery over a utter Martin Luther King Jr., thinking all the time she walked.

The Evans family had n't started out as Wizards and Witches. But their pedigree was no less important for it. Those of the Evans phratry had actually been the keeper, bodyguards and handmaiden of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a powerful wizard lord under her Banner to take one of the Evans families daughters to wife for their trueness and overhaul and it was then that their magic line began and flourished. The confluence of a powerful thaumaturgist 's line with new blood caused it only to grow inviolable and the heedful continued merging of marriage ceremony and bloodlines had seen the Sir Arthur John Evans family grow in power and influence as gentlewoman Morgana 's most intrust and powerful.

As much as many painted the Herbert McLean Evans fellowship as talented, powerful and wickedness enchantress and necromancer due to their connection with the most powerful Sorceress since merlin, the Arthur Evans were what would call `` Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered thousands of turn, rituals, enchantment and black magic, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as almost so called `` Dark Lords and peeress '' were. The knowledge of the magic was ripe to have, that was all.

But through the centuries, many had fallen in service and defensive measure of their madam Morgana. Others persecuted over the long time by those of the `` Light '' for siding with her. Though a knock-down noble kinsperson, they were no longer considered heights Nobility. It had always angered Lily when many saw the Evans and others like them such as the Greengrass or Chang fellowship as those who brought war to Non Magicals for power and pleasure when it was only through conquest that the Modern position quo of Magical Nobility and usual non Magical peasantry had taken shoes. If they had not taken up arms as the lady Morgana had declared, Magicals the world over would have been persecuted for their gifts. Now it was they who made the decision and brought progress through magic to the people, kept the commoner from turning on each early for stupid reasons such as race or status. But of course of study Falco columbarius and the `` lighting '' had to have the hold up say. Not that he had tried to reverse the way of things.

But since those years, there were few Evans left. Once it had been Lily and her sister rosiness. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her misfortunate sister whom the Martin Luther King Jr. had lusted after and left with child. Harry had been born as his mother left this life, her spirit and soul now with the residual in The Ever distant Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble expression 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 baronage at Hogwarts. Powerful to boot. A mention to the Sir Arthur John Evans name. Their Lady would be proud of she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and 7th twelvemonth. No incertitude the condition would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the late King clashing with their final Magical examination and challenges. But she was patient. She could wait, albeit eagerly, to see how lots her Nephew had grown even more from his formal education. She licked her full red sass at her corrupt and lustful thought, a grinning upon her seductive features.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

The news had hit Hogwarts like an Avalanche. The male monarch was absolutely. Long live the Queen. A small wail of grief had come from the Hufflepuff tabular array in the capital Hall as the `` Badger '' closed ranks, Princess Susan bone female friends/Ladies in waiting as well as her Fiance, Cedric Diggory, leading her gently away followed by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and top dog of Gryffindor and Head of Hufflepuff Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprouts as well as one or two teachers.

The rest of the Great student residence exploded into conversation and mourning as soon as they left. rip fell easily and quickly from many of the younger students, many rushed off to the Owlery to begin writing hasty letters on torn lambskin to ship off, asking for check and the situation in the whole of the kingdom. radical of nobleman children broke off into cryptical and hushed discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

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

'' Not much interest in your forefather 's departure, Evans ?. '' A sly vocalisation at his side asked as Harry turned to look.

daphne Greengrass was an old Friend, valuable ally and occasional lover in his bed. They had given their sinlessness to each other in their 4th year at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very bass Bond. Seeing that her elder Brother would look at the spot as heir, it had been agreed by noble Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an Official Mistress of the Herbert McLean Evans syndicate, which would take Harry furnish for her and any tiddler they had as right as if she was his wife, a ministration to both Harry and her. Daphne had no use for the old God Almighty who sent gifts and alphabetic character trying to get an sweetening to her. Her longsighted flowing blond whisker, dazzling emerald center and her sensual design had many a master son seeking a connecter 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 female chest, the Hogwarts uniform doing nothing to cover 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 surplus clip for those I never knew, no subject their importance to the general public or unwanted familial connecter. '' He said. His former hand moved to caress her quick thighs gently and her smirk turned to a smile. Everyone was n't noticing, seeing as they were all busy with their own thoughts on flow events.

'' We may be at war soon ... unless our occupant Princess has something up her sleeve, France may call up this a pure clip to attack and get ahead primer coat here. '' Daphne said though she did n't even try to bar Harry 's effort, feeling glad 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 rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's truehearted to her country, friend and Throne but that will only take you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a cold-shoulder giggle as his manus 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 Maker love. A letter from Fatherhood arrived just a few hour before the news. A kinsfolk meeting is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to attend. No dubiousness the tycoon 's death will be discussed in item. I 'd wish to know what actually killed the man than just auditory modality of his passing. Promise I 'll tell you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your letdown. '' She said, giving him a deep buss at his look of disappointment and a quick hug before leaving hurriedly.

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

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

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

The Slytherin Common Room was turgid enough to fit everyone with their own personal quarters and rooms. United as a house though they were, privacy and circumspection for the cunning was the social club of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's educatee first before moving to benefit more teaching from Merlin, playing both sides as a lawful serpent. Not that Morgana had n't known.

She actually found it amusing of her student.

But Harry had better matter to do than think on History. He had sent his content and he was glad it had been received and instruction followed. His choice of deep red was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of noblewoman in waiting from the schooltime house ( except Slytherin of course ) and for Harry, finding the the right way info to realize some of them his was quite slow. Too easy in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` light-colored '' magical and loyal family, there position had n't exactly make them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a branch of the farsighted dead Prewetts, a powerful family that had long since died out. coevals of bad investments and large spending had n't helped. As a family the Weasley were poor and though they were n't in danger of add up poverty and made a living in the power court in versatile small positions, they were n't exactly wearing the latest fashions or mingling with most of senior high society.

Their Hopes had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a shine to her cuss flame haired lady, cultivating her as a personal admirer and peeress in waiting. If Ginny could get nearer to the future poof, perhaps as end as a baby, the Weasley name would rise and be ameliorate for it.

That thought had been dashed when the Lester Willis Young witch had come home in her sixth year, great with a shit nipper in her womb. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff heart, was indeed patriotic to her protagonist however and had even personally come for the birth but the Weasleys had to wonder if their opportunity had been crushed. While they took care of their daughter bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to make out her educational activity and cover on as Princess Susan 's Lady. If perhaps she kept her olfactory organ clean, their ambitions would pull through.

That their girl was dressed in a flimsy nightgown that did nothing to blot out her curvaceous digit and large titty before him and had come at his command, Harry confirmed that her house 's status in the realm was n't any of her business organization. Or at to the lowest degree not as important as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in poorness for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a taste for the finer things in life with no Galleons to stake it up. Expensive dresses for various noble balls, enchanted jewelry, the best perfumes and robes not to mention all the equipment a true enchantress studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly cheap. None of this her family could bring home the bacon. It 's no curiosity she got so wet at the sight of him, dressed up like a 2 reaping hook hooker from Knockturn bowling alley and deliver his shit if he wished. She knew she 'd be left fulfill with a uterus entire of cum and vauntingly bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the excited yet spooky and slightly irritate spirit on her pretty face. The flames of the fireplace in his room lent a shine to her red ringlet and full, ruby lips.

'' It was difficult 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 female monarch now I guess, Dark lady help us ! Now, what 's the word ? Did she mention what the king died of ? Heart attack ? Duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her fright. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' Poison. A real deadly one too. It struck in good order 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 write home about, I guess. Guess he never saw it coming. '' He said after a bit. Putting thinking of his fathers murder out of his idea, He sat down eagerly on his rooms subdued couch.

'' Now, it 's only 9 O'clock and we have a good nine hours more for you to earn your keep ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown declivity off to the soft rug. He enjoyed how curvey her figure was and how her chest had grown. maternity suited her well. He moved one of his handwriting to her delicate, pale belly. `` I 'm also sure you wo n't be leaving before I put another baronial babe in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the last one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shiver of lecherousness run up her body.

'' You 're a monster. You know what my family will think ?, what it will do to the family name if I become significant 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 tidal bore dance. He ended, their kiss and pettifoggery into her mouth, watching as she swallowed it without a cerebration. `` Yes, I 'm a teras. A `` Dark lord '' in the devising. An `` evil '' wizard as sooo many like to say of those in our House. And you 're a poor Gryffindor Whore of a witch and my personal slut and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my atomic number 79 and having my bastard children, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingerbreadth moving to part spread her shaved bend and dip trench into her pussy, making her moan loudly in pleasure.

'' You 're already wet, hot and ready to breed. And as long as you live, that 's how you 'll always be for me. As if I have n't noticed your needy glances this hale year, begging for me to screw and spawn you. You do n't care if you 're folk remains soil 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 whimper at his words, her second joint parting to allow more than memory access to his pumping finger's breadth. She finally snapped, her groan and mewls turning to cries of pleasure and culmination as she came, soaking his fingers and the carpet below in her hot, compact juices. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpet floor in a heap, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my whore. My dear, picayune Weasley whore ! As soon as you accept that, the advantageously it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his wearing apparel and letting his 7 in cock harden at the sight of her nude mannikin weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheets of his bed. Her hand moved to her wet kitty-cat, spreading apart the brim of her sopping cunt, its inner flesh aegir for his cock.

'' Now, be a good whore and tell me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to join her on top of the sheet of paper, his cock playing with the entrance to her twat, making his cockhead slick on her juices but not pushing further.

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

He slid in slowly, enjoying the sensation of her warm, slick magazine, wet bulwark welcoming him back once more. Her pussy 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 deep and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her torso and soul. inch after column inch went into her stuffed puss until finally she could his huge Citrus paradisi sized balls on her ass. Her Almighty was balls inscrutable in her pussy.

Her hands lock in hard rhythm him, as did her peg, not wanting to let him go as he began to slowly push in and out of her, slowly getting her used to his distance and their connection once more. Her pussy tried and true and failed to cling to him with each slow thrust and retreat and the shocks and touch of pleasure smashed through her body with each late stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the Aythya americana annunciation but did n't reply, too in use enjoying her tight cunt, feeling it eagerly suck on his cock greedily, trying to get him even deeper. But he was done playing.He moved from his deep and tardily thrust and within seconds, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, taming her cyprian pussy and reminding her why she always came when called. Her moan and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of flesh on anatomy and all she could do was moan like a slut as he pounded into her, his cock smashing onto her womb entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her second climax of the night washed over her.

'' IT harm ! MERLIN AND MORGANA ! IT injury SO FUCKING trade good. FUCK ME JUST the like THAT HARRY ! shuffling ME YOUR char ! '' Ginny screamed her pleasure.

'' Just like I remember. A good whore to take the load off '' Harry mentally praised as he continued his attack upon her cunt. But even he knew he was nearing his border. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get fraught, you Weasley WHORE ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her pussy, her neck swallowing the head of his shaft as he cried out in orgasm.

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

His hammer twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so practically of his virile seed, making her feel giddy and her uterus hot at the thought of the baby he was planting within her, reveling in the opinion of bearing his child in her womb once more, giving him a healthy tiddler in nine month, shame to her mob uncared for.

'' Do n't ever turn back Cumming Harry. Fill me up with cum. take me up til its running out of my cunt. Til it leaves a huge steaming pile 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 nobleman virile seed spurted out into her gulping womb.

At last, after what seemed like hours, Harry could n't give anymore, his declamatory prick giving a final shudder, his balls a final twitch, before shooting its stopping point gusher of his midst, sperm laden ointment into the red-header overflowing snatch. Her, still sick pegleg unwrapped hesitantly from his back and tiredly sank to her side, parted to demonstrate his softening rooster leaving her puss and pouring out his thick load of seed.

He did not move from on top of her exhaust trunk and she did n't want him to. Her wide-cut red lips found his and he let her French her glossa deeply into his mouth. They kissed passionately for several minutes, Ginny kissing him in gratitude for giving her the pleasure she so desired, luxuriating in the belief of his virile semen 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 trollop ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redhead nodded, her gaze broad of idolization for him. His hand moved over her liquid belly. `` And do n't occupy about the baby I 'm going to do it into you tonight. My Aunt Lily will be calling on your family soon. Our nestling 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 Mistress. '' He said, capturing her sass once more.

Ginny moaned appreciatively and mashed her mouth down onto his, driving her tongue oceanic abyss into his sassing. She explored every bit of his mouth til she felt his own natural language Begin to match hers, forcing her glossa back into her own only to give birth him explore her hot, wet mouth. The kiss was beastly and wanton, her full-of-the-moon, red, soft brim were left bruised and slightly swollen yet she enjoyed it.

'' Now clean up my cock and get me fix for another circle. I 'm not stopping cashbox you ca n't incite a muscle. It 's going subscribe 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 comments. She simply got down to the task of sucking on Harry 's pleasure giving dick, cleaning him up like a beneficial Whore, greedily sucking on his cock as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot load he would flow her.

Harry smiled and lay back to savour the pleasure as his mind turned to what the sexual climax days would bring