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

The Golden, Enchanted Alexander Graham Bell rang loud and clean-cut throughout the City of Jack London. All who heard it, Noble and commoner alike, knew what those gong ringing meant. James Potter, The Magical male monarch, shielder of the Magical United kingdom, senior high Scion of England, Scotland and Hibernia, was dead.

Lily Evans did not seem to wish as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the events from the small cafe she sat outdoors of.

The common Max Born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobleman and their house rushed off to their house and Regal the three estates and castles to do their mourning ( or celebrating and plotting ) in private, away from the oculus of the rough-cut phratry, whilst others floo called on their friends to share a lunch or dinner party and hash out the Ramifications of the event.

The thrower had long been kings of Magical Britain, guardian of the isle from the rest of the Magical monarch butterfly of EU and beyond. Rich, right and influential, some had long rumoured that they shared the Blood of business leader Arthur himself, thus why yearn, long ago, the groovy Wizard Merlin had aided the heir of their family, Trevor Potter, in battle against France 's forces and crowned him the new King of the United kingdom afterwards, through rightfulness of illusion and Might.

None of the magic nobleman at the time had argued about the date. Nobody, after all, wanted to argue with the powerful wizard who had personally trained the fireball that were the founders of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff were said to have learned at the knees of the gravid Wizard, almost every turn the powerful thaumaturge knew he had passed on to them and yet still, when tested after 30 year of honing their accomplishment and magical craft, 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 hotshot dare argue with such a man.

But now potter was bushed and to take on his place was none but his daughter and that had its own set of intrigue and problems. For one, no single Princess of the ceramicist family had ever taken the reign if leadership. They were unequaled and right in their own right and were either married off ( to close up knit home Quaker and `` light '' supporting noble menage, of course ) or given small feoff, castles and lands of their own if some of them decided to remain individual. ( Only 5 in the story of the ceramist royal line had done so. )

James Potter had married Augusta Bones who had perished in vaginal birth, leaving him with his daughter and sole heritor, Princess Susan Bones. ( Holding on to her female parent 's family figure at her press ) Afterwards, King James River had married Augusta 's Sister, Amelia but that marriage had proven useless as it brought no children forth either and angered many nobleman, who had their own female congener waiting in the wings after Queen capital of Maine 's death.

Truthfully, the os family had only brought their wealth as a Lord folk to the crown ( something unneeded as the ceramist Royal house was richer than almost of those in the European Continent but appreciated nonetheless ) and nothing more. Having not been in at war, there was no need to constitute a royal married couple connection with some princess from Perhaps India, Nippon, china or Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It had been a decade of heartsease since the stopping point war with Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and 50 old age since the last stately 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 embarrassing affair that had been the talking of the realm was the promiscuous position of their B. B. King. By the laws set down by Merlin ( followed, amusingly enough, by any and all Magical monarch butterfly regardless of Nationality ), a king or Queen could have one official Mistress or unmarried consort for the purpose of pleasure or securing an heritor. Augusta and Amelia, dish and powerful witches in their own right, had not been up to ask of raising the turn of the regal family, something of an urgent matter seeing as king James had been an only child. Thus even Amelia could not dissent if James took on an prescribed Mistress. However James had n't taken a kept woman, functionary or otherwise. No.

He had taken several.

It had become a notorious substance abuse for the King and his two well-nigh trusted friend ( Lord Sirius black and Remus Lupin, both who had been his long known champion since their days studying at Hogwarts beside the prince ) to go around both the noble and vulgar world and have numerous trysts with both the single and married woman of the realm, leaving many a offspring bingle mother or leaving the married woman of pocket-sized Almighty, merchant and dignitaries heavy with their illegitimate 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 amber, Expensive jewelry or pocket-size turn of land for their royal bastard children to inherit. That and a complete paid didactics at Hogwarts kept these women docile and even eager for return visits from the king and his two trusted Jehovah. If married, nearly of their husbands were appeased with titles or atomic number 79. Those that demanded satisfaction however, faced a agile Death. Either from an Assassin 's wand or from the great power unleashed upon them by someone in the king 's personal guard, 10 beldame and Wizards mitt picked for their power and prowess in fight to protect the king and his honour.

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

This was still a problem when it came to the matter of Remus lupine. It was an openly known matter that those of his house were lycanthrope and provided the royal stag US Army magical tool sectionalization with the brunt of their forces.

However, it was a documented fact that the seed of a werewolf was not optimal for a rule Lord Witch or common gentlewoman. Werewolf seed was extremely fecund and resulted in multiple children, All of whom carried the Lycanthropy gene with few exceptions. As such, unless carried by a female loup-garou, these children took a price on their mother in the womb. Only an magically gifted witch could last such parturition but many ladies, commoner or whores who had to willingly give themselves to Lupin ( else face the king 's displeasure ) would receive their womb growing hard and themselves weak from nurturing his Lycan progeny within them, only to die in childbearing. Not that their forebear cared. The children were shipped off to an orphanage and straight to RAMCD upon their majority to serve the realm.

So, to the embarrassment of the soon-to-be crowned young Queen and her queer mother, many a imperial illegitimate walked the realm here and there. And one of these was of her household. One of these bastards was Harry Evans, her very aloof nephew.

Lily drank down the last of her burnt umber, left some gold Galleons on the tabular array and began her walk plate, ignoring the crying, the susurration and the flurry over a bushed top executive, 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 Arthur Evans family had actually been the keeper, bodyguard and servants of Morgana Le Fay herself. It was she who had arranged for a brawny Sorcerer lord under her banner to require one of the Evans kinsfolk girl to wife for their loyalty and table service and it was then that their witching line began and flourished. The merging of a knock-down Sorcerer 's strain with new blood caused it only to raise unassailable and the thrifty continued merging of marriage and bloodlines had seen the Evans family unit grow in big businessman and influence as Lady Morgana 's most trusted and powerful.

As much as many painted the Evans family as talented, powerful and nighttime enchantress and Wizards due to their connection with the most brawny Sorceress since Merlin, the Evans were what would shout `` Grey ''. They collected, hoarded, practiced and mastered grand of go, rite, enchantments and sorceries, some taught from Morgana Le Fay herself, but they never went out if their way to be `` evil '' as virtually so called `` Dark Lords and Ladies '' were. The knowledge of the illusion was honorable to give birth, that was all.

But through the century, many had fallen in serving and refutation of their lady Morgana. Others persecuted over the twelvemonth by those of the `` fall '' for siding with her. Though a powerful baronial family, they were no longer considered senior high nobleness. 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 office and pleasure when it was only through subjugation that the Modern condition quo of Magical Nobility and usual non Magical peasantry had taken place. If they had not taken up branch as the lady Morgana had declared, Magicals the earth over would get been persecuted for their endowment. Now it was they who made the decisions and brought progress through trick to the hoi polloi, kept the common person from turning on each other for stupid grounds such as race or status. But of course Merlin and the `` clear '' had to have the finish 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 pink wine. Now it was just Lily and Harry. Her miserable babe whom the Billie Jean Moffitt King had lusted after and left with child. Harry had been born as his mother left this life, her look and soul now with the rest in The Ever removed Utopia of Avalon.

Harry had the handsome and noble look of The late king but none of his folly and Lily loved him fiercely. He was more talented than many who had come before him in her home, had mastered near all the family spells she had taught him and was continually proving the top of his peerage at Hogwarts. Powerful to boot. A course credit to the Arthur Evans epithet. Their Lady would be pleased she had brought him up right. He was due back from Hogwarts after his final and seventh yr. No doubt the condition would be extended a bit due to the funeral of the former King clashing with their final examination 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 teaching. She licked her to the full red brim at her deprave and lustful thoughts, a smile upon her seductive features.

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

The residual of the Great Hall exploded into conversation and lamentation as soon as they left. Tears fell easily and quickly from many of the younger students, many rushed off to the Owlery to get writing hasty varsity letter on charge parchment to beam off, asking for confirmation and the billet in the whole of the realm. Groups of Noble children broke off into deep and hushed discussions, looking wearily around for Eavesdroppers now and again.

Harry Arthur Evans simply sipped at his chill succus and bit into another piece of chocolate cake covered in ice emollient, enjoying it 's taste.

'' Not much interested in your father 's pass, Sir Arthur John Evans ?. '' A sly voice at his side asked as Harry turned to look.

Daphne Greengrass was an old protagonist, valuable ally and periodic lover in his bed. They had given their naturalness to each other in their 4th twelvemonth at Hogwarts and it was known by many in Slytherin that they had a very deep bond paper. Seeing that her elder Brother would get hold of the topographic point as inheritor, it had been agreed by lord Greengrass and Harry 's aunt Lily that Daphne would be an Official Mistress of the Evans kinsfolk, which would birth Harry provide 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 Almighty who sent gifts and missive trying to get an enhancement to her. Her long flowing blonde pilus, dazzling emerald eyes and her sensual figure had many a overlord son seeking a connection but Daphne had spurned them all for Harry.

Her replete, emerald painted sass curved into a smirk as his eyes wandered down to her generous bust, the Hogwarts uniform doing naught to cover it from his oculus. 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 spare meter for those I never knew, no topic their importance to the general populace or unwanted familial connections. '' He said. His former hand moved to fondle her tender thighs gently and her smirk turned to a grin. Everyone was n't remark, seeing as they were all busy with their own thinking on stream 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 tense time to lash out and gain basis here. '' daphne said though she did n't even try to cease Harry 's social movement, feeling happy at his caress.

'' Hmph ! I ca n't conceive I 'm saying this but I would have been happier knowing we had a Gryffindor hearted Princess cook for action rather than a Hufflepuff. Oh she 's patriotic to her country, friends and stool but that will only choose you so far. '' He said. Daphne let out a slight giggle as his bridge player began to be active further up her thigh but stopped him with her own hand.

'' I 'm afraid we ca n't be together tonight, My Lord passion. A letter of the alphabet from father arrived just a few minutes before the news. A family meeting is being called and I 've permission from Professor Snape to hang. No doubt the business leader 's death will be discussed in detail. I 'd like to experience what actually killed the man than just hearing of his passing. hope I 'll order you everything tomorrow ... and pay you back for your disappointment. '' She said, giving him a cryptic kiss at his look of letdown and a fast hug before leaving hurriedly.

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

Finished with his bar, Harry now had a new determination to make. ruby, brunet or pitch black ?

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The Slytherin Common elbow room was large enough to suit everyone with their own personal quarters and room. United as a house though they were, privateness and free will for the wiliness was the social club of the day. After all, it was rumoured that Salazar Slytherin had been Morgana Le Fay 's student first before moving to gain more teaching from pigeon hawk, 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 matter to do than intend on story. He had sent his message and he was gladiolus it had been received and education followed. His choice of crimson was Good.

Princess Susan had a mix of noblewoman in waiting from the shoal household ( except Slytherin of course of instruction ) and for Harry, finding the right info to create some of them his was quite easy. Too easily in fact.

This was why Ginny Weasley stood before him now. Though staunchly a `` unhorse '' magical and patriotic kinfolk, there stance had n't exactly bring forth them anywhere politically or socially. The Weasleys were a branch of the recollective dead Prewetts, a powerful kinfolk that had tenacious since died out. Generations of bad investment and vauntingly spending had n't helped. As a family the Weasley were poor and though they were n't in danger of come poverty and made a living in the queen court in various small placement, they were n't exactly wearing the previous mode or mingling with to the highest degree of highschool society.

Their Hopes had been rekindled however when Princess Susan had taken a shine to her associate flame haired lady, cultivating her as a personal friend and noblewoman in waiting. If Ginny could get closer to the future pouf, perhaps as close as a babe, the Weasley name would rise and be skilful for it.

That thought had been dashed when the young witch had come domicile in her sixth year, grave with a bastard child in her uterus. Harry had enjoyed making it with her. Princess Susan, bless her Hufflepuff meat, was indeed loyal to her friends however and had even personally come for the birth but the Weasleys had to wonder if their Chances had been crushed. While they took precaution of their daughter bastard, she had returned to Hogwarts to dispatch her education and preserve on as Princess Susan 's lady. If perhaps she kept her nose light, their ambitiousness would pull through.

That their daughter was dressed in a flimsy nightgown that did nothing to cover her curvy physical body and declamatory tits before him and had come at his instruction, Harry confirmed that her kinfolk 's status in the realm was n't any of her concern. Or at least not as of import as getting fucked by Harry. They could die in poverty for all she cared, it seemed.

Ginny had a predilection for the finer affair in life with no Galleons to bet on it up. Expensive clothes for various baronial ballock, enchanted jewelry, the dear perfumes and robes not to bring up all the equipment a true witch studying at Hogwarts needed. None of this was exactly cheap. None of this her family could provide. It 's no wonder she got so wet at the sight of him, dressed up like a 2 sickle hooker from Knockturn back street and bore his bastard if he wished. She knew she 'd be left satisfied with a womb wax of cum and large bag of Galleons in her hands.

He could see the excited yet nervous and slightly nettle look on her pretty look. The flames of the fireplace in his room lent a shine to her red locks and 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 queer now I guess, nighttime madam help us ! Now, what 's the news ? Did she mention what the king died of ? Heart attack ? duel ? ... '' Harry asked as he ignored her veneration. Ginny huffed slightly.

'' poison. A very deadly one too. It struck redress at his core in minute after he drank some wine-colored. Otherwise he would n't be dead. '' Ginny finally said and Harry froze at that. `` Murder ? fountainhead that 's something to write home about, I guess. guesswork he never saw it coming. '' He said after a bit. Putting thought process of his fathers 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 hours more for you to realise your keep ... '' He said, watching as she approached him, letting the nightgown crepuscle off to the soft rug. He enjoyed how curvy her name was and how her breasts had grown. Motherhood suited her well. He moved one of his hands to her soft, pallid belly. `` I 'm also for certain you wo n't be leaving before I put another imposing baby in your belly, seeing as you enjoyed making the last one with me. '' He smirked, seeing the shake of lust run up her body.

'' You 're a goliath. You know what my family will consider ?, 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 brim parted as their clapper met in an aegir dance. He ended, their kiss and spat into her lip, watching as she swallowed it without a opinion. `` Yes, I 'm a fiend. A `` shadow lord '' in the devising. An `` evil '' thaumaturge as sooo many like to say of those in our mansion. And you 're a pathetic Gryffindor Whore of a witch and my personal slut and you know what ? You like it. You like fucking me for my gold and having my bastard nestling, because it makes you wet. '' He said harshly, two of his fingers moving to percentage spread her plane flexure and dip deep into her kitty, 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 poverty-stricken glances this totally year, begging for me to fuck and breed you. You do n't manage if you 're menage remains dirt inadequate as long as you remain my harlot, have my children and get all the fancy things I buy you. '' He sneered.

Ginny could only groan and whimper at his words, her second joint parting to allow more access to his pumping fingerbreadth. She finally snapped, her moan and mewls turning to outcry of pleasure and completion as she came, soaking his fingerbreadth and the carpet below in her hot, loggerheaded juices. Harry grinned and pulled his fingers out of her, watching as she fell to the carpeted level in a heap, convulsing slightly as she came down from her pleasure.

'' You 're my whore. My dear, little Weasley whore ! As soon as you accept that, the better it will be. Now get on the bed, Slut ! '' Harry said, throwing away his apparel and letting his 7 column inch turncock harden at the sight of her naked form weakly getting up, moving to lay with her back on the silk sheets of his bed. Her hired hand moved to her wet pussy, spreading apart the lips of her sopping cunt, its intimate physique eager for his cock.

'' Now, be a good sporting lady and tell me what you want. '' Harry said, moving to get together her on top of the sheets, his shaft acting with the entrance to her cunt, making his cockhead slick on her juices but not pushing further.

'' F-fuck me, please. micturate me yours, Creator Harry. breed this treasonous Wiccan with your seed. '' She murmured, centre begging and lustful. Harry smirked. `` Very well. ``

He slid in slowly, enjoying the virtuoso of her warm, slick, wet walls welcoming him back once more. Her pussy clung to every column inch of his cock and Ginny could n't help the squeal of delectation that moved past her rim as he moved deeper and deeper into her, reminding her cunt who owned her consistency and soul. Inch after inch went into her englut snatch until finally she could his huge grapefruit sized nut on her ass. Her Almighty was formal deep in her pussy.

Her hands mesh concentrated round of golf him, as did her legs, 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 impact and feelings of joy smashed through her consistency with each deep stroke.

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

Harry smirked at the redheads resolve but did n't respond, too busy enjoying her rigorous 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 tiresome thrusts and within seconds, 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 moans and vociferation 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 putz smashing onto her wombs entrance. All she could do was cry and mewl as her indorse coming of the Nox washed over her.

'' IT detriment ! pigeon hawk AND MORGANA ! IT hurt SO roll in the hay GOOD. FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT HARRY ! brand ME YOUR WOMAN ! '' 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 pussy. But even he knew he was nearing his edge. He prepared for his finish.

'' Get fraught, you Weasley sporting lady ! ! '' Harry roared as he pushed deep into her pussy, her neck swallowing the header of his prick as he cried out in orgasm.

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

His cock twitched and jumped within her, filling her with so much of his virile seed, making her feel giddy and her womb hot at the idea of the infant he was planting within her, reveling in the thought of bearing his shaver in her womb once more, giving him a respectable tike in nine calendar month, disgrace to her crime syndicate uncared for.

'' Do n't ever barricade Cumming Harry. fill me up with cum. occupy me up til its running out of my pussy. Til it leaves a huge steaming heap on the bed. I do n't manage if you make me meaning, just do n't lay off ! ! '' Ginny moaned and Harry did as she asked.

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

At in conclusion, after what seemed ilk hours, Harry could n't hand anymore, his big cock giving a final chill, his balls a final twitch, before shooting its last gusher of his thick, spermatozoon laden cream into the redheads overflowing puss. Her, smooth blanch stage unwrapped hesitantly from his backbone and tiredly sank to her face, parted to show his softening cock leaving her snatch and pouring out his duncish load of seed.

He did not make a motion from on top of her tired body and she did n't require him to. Her full red lips found his and he let her Daniel Chester French her tongue 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 tone 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 sharp slap, making her moan even more.

'' I think you wo n't be arguing with me anymore, will you my strumpet ? '' He asked, satisfied as the pretty redhead nodded, her gaze fully of latria for him. His hand moved over her smooth belly. `` And do n't vex about the baby I 'm going to fuck into you tonight. My aunt Lily will be calling on your kinfolk 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 fancy woman schoolmarm. '' He said, capturing her lips once more.

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

'' Now clean up my turncock and get me ready for another round of drinks. I 'm not stopping till you ca n't move a muscle. It 's going deal all your willpower to bequeath my bed to get back to that big breasted prude of a soon to be poove you love so much. ``

Ginny did n't even bother to defend Susan or Harry 's derogatory scuttlebutt. She simply got down to the task of sucking on Harry 's joy giving dick, cleaning him up like a good fancy woman, greedily sucking on his turncock as he gently played with her flaming hair and prepared the hot burden he would course her.

Harry smiled and lay back to enjoy the pleasure as his nous turned to what the coming days would contribute