One Big Happy Weasley Family Ch. 7 (Patreon)

So, this turned out way longer than I thought. I was beginning to work on a final scene when I realized I was just going to rush through it and not flesh it out properly. And so, lets just go with this: This is the final chapter of this fic, but I will also post an epilogue that'll probably be shorter (2-4k words probably).

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After the commotion settled and order was restored, the first task had been allowed to continue. The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang champions acquitted themselves well, but the crowd was still riding high from Harry Potter's heroics. Even when the final scores were tallied and Pretty Ricky brought up the rear with a dismal score of nine, everyone was far too preoccupied to give the champion any grief.

Harry was happy about that part. As someone who had been through all of this, he knew just how bad it felt to be the object of scorn for the entire school, though the Smith boy still seemed rather miserable as the champions were gathered round for a post-task media scrum.

“Lord Potter, how would you describe your heroics on this day?”

“What type of magic did you infuse in that punch? Have you secretly been working on a new branch of combat magic all this time?

”Mr. Potter, would you agree this calls for an unprecedented sixth Order of Merlin?”

“Errm, listen, this isn't about me. This press conference is about the champions. Why don't you interview them?” Harry ducked under all the cameras and made a hasty retreat, wishing he'd brought along his invisibility cloak.

The reporters seemed adamant in following after him, but Headmistress McGonagall stopped them in their tracks.

“Mr. Potter is correct. I would like for you all to focus on the task, unless you wish for me to revoke your press passes for the remainder of the tournament.”

Harry shot his old professor a thankful smile as he drifted off from the now disappointed mass of reporters. Being amongst the awed student populace wasn't much of an upgrade, but it was still one all the same.

“Daddy!” Harry spotted his daughters waving fervently at him and grinned as the sea of students parted for him.

Victoire ran over to him and jumped into his arms. Harry happily caught his baby girl, laughing merrily as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Daddy! I missed you so much.”

“Aww, Tory, aren't you embarrassed being so cuddly with your old man in front of your friends?”

Victoria shook her head and gave him a lingering kiss on the side of the neck that bordered on the inappropriate. “I don't care about any of that, daddy.”

Harry carried her over to where her sisters were pouting, Dora having her arms crosses.

“She always jumps the gun.” Dora glared as Victoire stuck her tongue out at her.

Jamie grabbed onto his arm. “Daddy, can we go find a place to celebrate?”

Harry really needed to talk to his girls about being more subtle in public. His young daughter was giving him the most blatant ‘fuck me’ eyes he's ever come across.

“Can we tag along too?!”

All three sisters shot Laura incredulous looks, but the girl was not alone, the rest of Dora, Victoire and Jamie's friends seemed very eager to join in on this party.

“I thought you wanted to go to Smith's party?” Dora asked her friend.

“Your dad's party is going to be way cooler. Please, Mr. Potter, can we come along?”

“Err, sure.” Harry balked at his daughter's glares as Victoire's nails dug into the back of his neck. “Girls, I'm sure we can spend some quality time together afterwards. There's plenty day left.”

…

“And then the Headmaster's phoenix cried into my wound and healed me.”

Ooohs and aaahs echoed through the room as the group of girls, ranging from second to fifth year, sat in front of Harry, completely gripped by his narrative.

They were in the Room of Requirement. It had been a shock to Harry when he'd gone up to the room only to find that there was a signup sheet and waiting list, with Nearly Headless Nick tasked with running the whole thing.

It made sense, in a way. After the DA meetings and the year where it was used as a safe house during the Death Eater's reign over Hogwarts, the room was far too well known to ever be a secret again. Now, the Room of Requirement was common knowledge and needed to be reserved in advance if one wanted to use it.

Of course, an exception was made for Harry, and now he was in a replica of the Gryffindor common room with a group of seven schoolgirls listening intently as he told them stories from his adventures at Hogwarts.

“And you were only fourteen?” One of Jamie's friends asked.

“Twelve, actually.”

“You were our age?” Her eyes widened even more as she struggled to wrap her mind around the idea.

Leaning against the back wall, Harry's daughters had their arms crossed, all feeling grumpy as their friends stole their personal daddy time.

“This fucking sucks.” Jamie hissed under her breath. “I've been horny all morning and now I gotta wait even more.”

Dora pushed off the wall, “Fuck this. Follow my lead.”

Dora held her hand out and the room provided her with an empty firewhiskey bottle, which she promptly applied a few charms to before stepping in between Harry and the group of girls.

“Lets play a game.” She slammed the bottle on the floor and everyone jumped, expecting it to shatter, but the bottle did not even chip.

Dora rolled her eyes. “Top in my class in charms, remember? Anyways, we're gonna play spin the bottle.”

The other girls gasped as Harry's eyes bugged out. “Err, Dora, I'm not sure that's

Quire appropia-”

Victoire and Jamie jumped onto their father, clinging off of him as they forcefully dragged him into the circle the others were quickly forming. “Chill out, dad, its all in good fun.”

“Besides, it might not even land on you.” Victoire added, sharing devilish looks with her sisters.

The other girls were fidgeting and squirming at this turn of events, taken by surprise but not wanting to opt out of this little game. Surely, nothing would really happen anyways, but if it did, well…

Dora plopped down, closing the circle as she sat down next to Jamie, who had hopped off her father, though she kept her hand at his thigh. “Laura, you go first.”

“M-Me?” Laura stammered while pointing at herself.

“You don't have to play if you don't want to.” Harry tried assuring her, only making things worse as the young girl's face filled with defiant determination.

“No! I-I can handle it!” She firmly grabbed the bottle and spun it as hard as she could.

There were ten girls and one Harry. Odds were, it'd land on another girl and she'd give her a light peck on the lips.

Round and round the bottle went, and Harry began to grow nervous as he saw the smug look on Dora's face.

The bottle slowed down, and it was clear to Harry's critical eye that an unbreakable charm hadn't been the only thing Dora had cast on it.

The head stopped directly in front of Harry, and Laura's face turned crimson.

Victoire clapped her hands gleefully. “The bottle has spoken, get on with it!”

Harry was frozen in place as Laura stumbled up to her feet, the other girls holding their breaths. It was as he looked into the girl's eyes that he realized she must be Cho's daughter. There was quite a resemblance between her and Harry's old flame, though the few of her father’s features she had were strong enough to show to anyone that she was of mixed heritage.

“Get a move on!” Jamie egged the girl on.

Laura yelped, and Harry would have glared at his daughters if not for a young fifteen year old girl falling onto his chest.

Harry grabbed onto Laura's slim waist, and he couldn't deny how good it felt to hold onto her lithe figure, how good it felt to be the center of attention. Every single one of these girls were looking straight at them, and Harry could feel the air as it became supercharged with lust.

He looked down, and Laura was staring back at him, her mouth hanging slightly open, tongue poking out as Harry licked his lips.

He couldn't help but get caught up in the magnetism of the moment. He dipped his head down and claimed her young lips in a searing kiss.

The girls gasped as Harry pushed his tongue into Laura's mouth. This was light years away from the kiss he'd shared with her mother, and Harry wrapped his arms around the girl's body as she moaned into his embrace.

“Ahem.”

They broke apart, Laura's lips bruised and her breathing ragged as Dora smirked at them.

“Alright, lets keep going.”

Laura scampered off Harry's lap and back to her spot as Dora instructed Heather, a blonde muggleborn that was one of Victoire's friends, to spin the bottle.

It landed on Harry once more. Laura had broken the ice, and Heather moved with a bit more confidence as she walked up to Harry and boldly launched herself as their lips crashed together.

Harry snogged the fourteen year old girl hard, and almost instinctively, his hand went to squeeze her pert bum.

Heather squealed as they broke the kiss and she walked back to rejoin the circle. The other girls carried looks of pure hunger now. His daughters were giggling.

Harry knew he was in trouble.

…

Spin the bottle only lasted a few more rounds before they moved on to a different game.

Harry had to give it to Dora, she could be very creative when it came to coming up with games.

Take this one, for example. She'd taken hot potato, a simple, clean game, and turned it into a depraved mess.

The girls were all still sitting in a circle, but Harry was now walking around the circle, stopping exactly ten seconds with each girl, with Dora keeping meticulous time to ensure he didn't stay too long.

He had his cock out and the girl's mouths hung open. Harry shoved his cock into their mouths, they had ten seconds to suck and then Harry had to move on to the next one. Whoever's mouth he came inside of ‘lost’ the round.

Hot potato. Simple.

“TIME!”

Harry pulled his cock out of a brunette's mouth and moved on to a very eager second year, a very small girl with a face full of freckles.

This was his second go through the loop and he had yet to come, but the girls were improving. The second year took his cock eagerly in her mouth, bobbing her head as she tweaked the little buds of her nipples.

“Let's go Martha!” Jamie cheered on her friend as she sucked on her father's cock.

Martha wasn't the only one playing with herself, the other girls were touching themselves, fingering their little pussies and even snogging with their neighbor as they waited for Harry to reach them.

Little Martha took his as far down her throat as she could manage before time ran out, and when Harry pulled his cock out, she gave his head one final little lick, earning herself a glare from Dora.

Harry moved on and was about to shove himself into Nadine Carrow's mouth when Dora stopped him.

“This isn't going anywhere, these girls all suck at sucking.”

“No fair Dora!” Nadine sneered as she grabbed at Harry's cock, trying to pull it towards her mouth, “It's my turn.”

“I didn't say the game was over. I'm saying we're gonna tweak it a little. Get on your knees, Nadine.”

Nadine flushed as she realized what Dora meant, but she eagerly turned around and presented her rump to Harry, her meaty little cunt leaking copious amounts of fluids.

Harry had maybe a half second to consider whether he should do this before he knelt down and pushed himself into the chubby little teenager.

Nadine, likely the result of highly deprave Carrow incest, took to Harry's cock like a fish to water as Harry stroked into her underage pussy. The girl moaned wantonly as Harry's hips slammed against her plump ass, and she mewled in protest when Dora called time and aggressively pulled her father out of her pussy.

Harry hesitantly moved onto the next, though he was reinvigorated when he saw that Laura was laying spread eagled as she played with her tight little snatch.

He bit his lips as the gorgeous girl, who resembled Cho so closely, bit her lips in return.

Harry knelt down in front of her, slapped his cock once against her entrance and then pushed in.

He popped his second cherry in under a minute, and he found that her tight little snatch was as hot as a furnace.

“Fuck!” Harry grumbled as he fucked the little asian pussy into submission. Dora tried getting him to pull out, but Harry grabbed his daughter roughly by the hair as he continued to fuck Laura.

The young girl screeched in orgasm as Harry erupted in her cunt, his thick cock filling her small body up completely before he pulled out and sprayed the rest of his load on her mound and lips.

Harry took deep breaths as he looked to Dora, who was breathing heavily while he kept his grip on her head.

“I think Its time I pick the game.”

…

It was deep into the night now, and the little party had turned into a sleepover.

Harry was in the center of a pile of young girls, all filled to the brim with his seed. Harry's daughters had gotten in on the action too, or course. Currently, Dora was getting the cum sucked out of her cunt by Nadine while Laura was rimming Victoire. Meanwhile, Jamie was riding an older girl's face, being as rough as she wanted to.

Harry had two girls nestled against his side, sound asleep as they finally succumbed to the constant fucking. Meanwhile, the youngest girl at the party, one of Jamie's friends, was sitting on his cock, barely able to move as she tried to manage her bloated stomach. Two other girls were sucking his balls deep into their throats as Harry gently rocked the little second year up and down on his cock.

She mewled when he came, another hot packet of cum joining the many he had already deposited in her belly.

Harry couldn't wait to return for the next task.

…

Lily Potter stomped her feet as Harry and Ginny stood patiently over her.

“But why do I have to go?” The young girl whined petulantly as her mother sighed.

“Well, your older sisters are at school, and you decided not to go with Rose to Hermione's book club-”

“Book clubs are boring.”

“And Gabby took Roxanne to her doctor's appointment.” Harry plowed on. “So I believe that means you're the lucky winner, honey.”

Lily pouted. “But I could stay here with the aunties. I don't wanna go!”

“Your aunts all went out for a spa day.” Harry sighed as he crouched down, placing his arms on his daughter's shoulders. “Come on now, Lily, everyone else has had to do this at some point.”

“Victoire hasn't!”

“Well Victoire will get what's coming to her too!” Ginny snapped irritably. “Now come on, its just a few hours at a muggle apartment.”

“But his place is so boring and depressing!”

“How about this. You come with us, and we'll let you sneak into one of your sister's rooms and steal one item.”

Lily's eyes lit up with joy. “Really?”

“Just one Item young lady. We'll keep an eye on you.” Ginny warned.

Lily's face filled with determination, a look that just appeared comical on her eight year old face. “Alright, let's do this!”

Harry let out a breath as his wife and daughter grabbed onto his arms. He twisted in place, and off they went.

They popped back into existence in front of a grimy looking apartment building. There was a homeless man sleeping on the bottom steps leading up to the main door. Harry conjured the man a comfortable pillow as they stepped around him and went through the landing.

“Ewww. It smells like pee in here.” Lily pinched her nose as Ginny cast a quick air freshening charm.

Life had taken quite a turn for Dudley. Even though his aunt and uncle had returned to number four after Voldemort's defeat, Dudley had chosen to strike out on his own, refusing any of the help his parents tried to offer their precious Dudders. Harry figured Dudley saw it as a form of penance for how he'd treated him, as well as a bid to prove that he could make it without his parent's help.

It hadn't worked out well for him.

Harry knocked on the first door on the third level. He saw that there was a dirt-covered welcome home mat on the floor, which hadn't been there last time.

The footsteps they heard approaching were much lighter than his heavyset cousin's, and when the knob turned and the door creaked open, Harry and his family were greeted by a woman.

She had matted, dirty blonde hair, a tattoo of a star under he cheek and one of a flower on her shoulder. She was tall and skinny, with large breasts that were obviously fake, jutting out like bolted on appliances instead of resting naturally. She had a lit cigarette in her hand, which was nowhere near her first, telling by the strong smell that wafted out from her.

“Ewww. Something reeks.”

“Lily!” Both Harry and Ginny warned.

“You must be Dudley's cousin.” The woman said in a raspy voice before stepping aside. “Well come on, come in.”

The Potters entered the two bedroom flat, which had only gotten worse with a woman's touch. Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere, dishes were piled up in the sink, and there were several fist-shaped holes in the drywall.

“Charming.” Ginny commented as the trio followed the lady into the living room.

“Sorry for the mess, it's usually not like this.” The woman did not sound convincing at all, and things were not helped when she hawked back and spit a large loogie onto the floor.

“How does she walk barefoot?” Lily whispered incredulously to her mother.

“Harry!” Dudley got up from the moth-eaten couch with his arms held wide to greet his cousin.

“Dudley.”

In his early twenties, Dudley had been in shape. Though he'd always been of a heavier build, he'd looked almost like a bouncer, with a thick, meaty upper body that filled out his tall frame.

Now in his thirties, obesity had come roaring back with a vengeance. Dudley was at least three-hundred and fifty pounds of pure blubber, which threatened to burst out from his stained-grey wifebeater as he pulled Harry into a hug.

“Ah, wife and kid! Always good to meet you!” Dudley smiled as he glanced down at Lily, who gave him an uneasy smile. “Man, your kid keeps changing, Harry! I swear last time she was way taller and had green hair!”

“You were probably off your gourd on xannies then.” The lady commented.

“What are xannies?” Lily asked her parents, who shrugged.

“You've met Diamond, my girlfriend.”

“Diamond? That's a cool name.” Harry said in a friendly tone.

“Diamond is my stripper name. My real name… is also Diamond. I had it changed, in court and everything.”

“Come on, come on, the food's waiting!” Dudley leaned over the coffee table and swiped the mass of past due bills and notices onto the floor, leaving only several cardboard boxes of grease stained food.

Ginny gulped as she looked at the food. “I-I think I can wait to eat.”

“Nonsense!” Dudley rumbled in a way that was reminiscent of his father. “You never had Chinese before? Its the shit!”

“Who hasn't had Chinese before, dumbass?” Diamond said as she plopped down on the couch and lit another cigarette, even though the one in her mouth wasn't even halfway done.

“So, how did you guys meet?” Harry asked as he and the girls chose to just sit down on the carpet, though only after Ginny cast a surreptitious cleaning charm on the floor.

“Oh, Dudley was one of my regulars years ago. Man would get drunk and throw pounds at me like it was going out of style.”

“This was back when I had my drinking problem, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.”

“Anyways, I always told him he could look but not touch. But one day, he comes in and he's flush with cash, had about three thousand pounds on him.”

“I'd placed a cheeky tenner on Liverpool beating those Italians at halftime.”

“And well, I'm a practical girl, so I figured with that kind of cash I might as well let him go all the way.”

“So then you guys had sex and it was so amazing that you decided to quit stripping and get married?” Lily asked, having perked up considerably upon hearing the sordid tale.

Diamond began coughing profusely as Dudley opened one of the boxes up and shoved a spring roll in his mouth.

“Fuck no!” Diamond said in between coughs, “Even in his prime, he was always a three stroke champ.”

“Hey, I make up for it in other ways!”

“Anyways, he actually stopped coming to my club afterwards. He ran out of money I'm guessing. Nine months later, I had a kid, and originally I pinned it on some other client I had. But he asked for DNA test and it turned out it wasn't his. I spent the last eight years going back through my list, tryna see who the father was.”

“She finally found me half a year ago. We did the test and its mine, so now we're a happy family.”

“Right, right.” Ginny said as she reached out and grabbed a spring roll for herself, squeezing some duck sauce onto it. “And where does this happy family keep its hard liquor?”

Diamond snorted. “I like her.”

“Hmmm. Hold on.” Dudley looked over to one of the bedrooms. “Jewel! Come out here and meet your uncle! And bring a bottle of jack while you're at it!”

There were a few crashes and muttered curses from the other side of the door before it was thrown open and a small girl came bursting out.

Her dirty blonde hair was shoulder length, and it was better kept than her mother's, though it was still messy. She had Dudley's baby blue eyes and a rather cute face, even as it was twisted into a frown. She was around Lily's height, and she wore a thick, black hoodie along with fingerless gloves.

She was carrying a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand, which she tossed towards her father once she entered the living room.

“There.” She grumbled as she made to turn around and leave without even acknowledging the Potters.

“Hey there, young lady, we have guests!” Dudley insister.

Jewel snarled, turning to glare at the three newcomers. “Hey.”

“Hi there, Jewel. I'm your uncle Harry.” Harry said kindly.

“Sure.” She shot her mother a contemptuous glance. ”I'm going to the store.”

“Hey, why don't you bring your cousin along?” Dudley suggested cheerfully.

Jewel's eyes narrowed while Harry and Ginny glanced down at Lily, who glared right back up at them defiantly, locked in a silent argument.

‘I did what you wanted, you owe me this’

“Sure. It'll be good for them to get to know each other.” Harry said, not at all worried about the dangerous neighborhood Dudley lived in.

Jewel huffed. “Whatever.” She shoved her hands into her hoodie as a grinning Lily hopped up to her feet and stuck her tongue out at her mother. Jewel brushed past her without a look, and Lily tagged along with a hop in her step.

The moment the door slammed shut, Diamond reached into her bra, “Either of you done blow before?”

…

Lily skipped along next to Jewel as they walked through the seedy neighborhood filled with unsavory characters.

Jewel had tried to not let the other girl's overly chipper attitude get to her, but after minutes of silence, she'd had enough. “You want to get kidnapped or something? Stop skipping!”

Lily pouted. “I'm not worried about getting kidnapped. I have something to keep me safe.” The redhead tapped her pocket.

Jewel eyed the pocket suspiciously, “What, you got a knife?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Lemme see what you got.”

Lily put her hand over her pocket. “No!”

Jewel's eyes narrowed as her hand darted out to reach into the other girl's pocket. Lily tried pulling back, and both girls began to struggle over Lily's pocket.

“How bout you two brats stop fighting and just give up whatever it is you got!”

The girls stiffened as they turned to face the man who had approached them. He was a tall, rough looking fellow with a scraggly beard and a glass eye, and his posture was more than a bit menacing as he held his hand out.

“Well, come on then. Let me see the blade. I'm sure your daddy bought a nice one, didn't he, girlie?”

Seeing Lily's hesitation, Jewel elbowed the redhead on the side. “Just give it up already.” She had been considering just cutting and running, but she'd probably get in deep shit for abandoning her cousin.

Lily giggled nervously. “Alright,”

Jewel groaned when the redhead ended up whipping out one of those cheap, tiny little water pistols, the translucent plastic kind that only carried enough for one or two squirts before you had to refill them. She looked over to the man, hoping he wasn't so mentally unstable that he'd beat up a pair of kids.

But the man's face had actually paled, his hands up defensively. “Where the hell you'd get that gun, kid? Do ya even know how to use it?”

Lily smiled. “Yep.”

She pulled the trigger and a weak little stream of water shot out, its small arch not even reaching the man's feet.

The man screamed, diving off to the side as he looked at her with wild terror.

“You're fucking crazy, you little lunatic!” He screamed as he got back to his feet and scampered off

“What the hell was that!” Jewel yelled.

“Oh, you know, I used a gun. Pew pew! Daddy's a please officer so he has one.”

Lily giggled as she pocketed her gun. Thankfully, she didn't have to use the real last resort, the tiny sarcophagus that contained a cursed mummy that aunt Fleur had given all of them for safety.

“Do you think I'm retarded! You just had a water gun in your hand! Was that guy on fucking bath salts or something?”

Lily's eyes widened. “Wait, you saw that? But aunt Fleur said that muggles would just see a gun. Unless…”

“Oh my god! Jewel, you're a witch!”

“What did you call me?”

“No, listen!” Lily was jumping giddily as she grabbed her cousin by the arms. “Have you ever done anything weird? Anything you can't explain?”

Jewel tried shoving her off, but Lily latched onto the sleeve of her hoodie.

“Come on, cuzzie! I know you know what I'm talking about!”

Jewel wanted to deny it, to tell the other girl to fuck off, but she just couldn't.

She'd done things before. Weird little things. She had it dialed down to a science, it helped her nick extra shit from the store without getting caught, and it had helped her keep the cops from finding her mother’s drug stash.

She had always just thought it was… coincidences. Maybe a little bit of random luck that she mistakenly conflated as magic. Growing up as she had, there was little room in her world for bullshit Disney princess magic and whimsy. Life was rough. Life sucked. Her mum was a drug addict and she'd only just met her father six months ago. It had taken her all but a minute to conclude he was a disappointment.

She was a young girl named Jewel, the daughter of a past her prime stripper and an obese slob, who lived in a broken down building and had been kicked out of every single school she'd ever attended.

There was no room for magic in that life.

Jewel came back to as she saw Lily pulling out a miniature sarcophagus from her pocket. It looked like one of those cheap souvenirs they might sell at a museum gift shop. There was also no way Lily had managed to fit that and the water gun into her tiny pocket.

Lily cracked open the sarcophagus and Jewel jumped when a mass of shadow burst from inside. As Jewel fell back onto the sidewalk, the pitch black shadow took shape, standing before her as the ghostly shape of a person.

“What the fuck?!”

“See! If you were a muggle you wouldn't be able to see Mr. Pharaoh!”

“Mr. Pharaoh?”

“Yeah, he was like the king of Egypt a long time ago or something.”

“What the hell's a muggle?”

“Your parents are muggles, they don't have any magic. Me and my family have magic, though, just like you!”

“You're lying!” Jewel screamed as she jumped to her feet and seemed primed to run off.

But she froze as she saw Lily was now holding out a thin, long stick to her.

“I nicked it off of dad. Come on, grab it.” Lily insisted as she shoved the wand handle first towards her.

Jewel crossed her arms as she glared back at the girl, glancing around for any onlookers that would be witnessing this ridiculous display. But Lily didn't let up, and Jewel finally gave in, if only to shut this weird relative up.

She grabbed the wand by the handle and gasped as she felt a deep warmth rush up her arm.

Lily grinned. “You feel it, don't you?”

“It… it feels… what is this?!”

Lily let go of the wand and Jewel flicked it instinctively.

A pile of trash across the street was suddenly blown away as if it were nothing but leaves.

Jewel couldn't help the awe that filled her face. She could try to explain it away, but she knew. She had just caused that.

“We're not supposed to know any magic yet, but me and my sisters have learned some stuff. Wanna go get in trouble?”

Jewel smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her face.

Both girls giggled ominously as they ran off, looking for mischief in the bad part of town.

…

“Was that supposed to do anything?” Ginny asked as Dudley and Diamond looked at her in awe.

The redhead had done three lines of coke with a rolled up five pound note. Diamond had panicked, explaining that she was supposed to only do one line at a time, and she'd been worried the redhead would have a stroke.

But after a few minutes, Ginny didn't feel anything crazy. To her, it felt like she'd taken a heavily underdosed pepper-up potion.

Harry was fascinated. When they told Hermione about this later, he knew she'd draw up plans for a study of the effect of muggle drugs on magicals. Well, first, she'd smack them upside the head for doing drugs, but then she'd want to investigate further.

But, if witches and wizards were highly resistant to muggle drugs, was the inverse also true?

Harry figured it'd be keen to find out.

“Hey, wanna try this?” Harry said as he pulled a pepper-up potion from his pocket.

“What's that?” Dudley asked as Diamond gave the stoppered bottle a calculating look.

“Is that like, opium or one of those other fancy drugs?”

“Oh, its something new.” Ginny followed Harry's lead. “Give it a try.”

Diamond took the glass from Harry and uncorked it. To her credit, the woman threw it back but only drank half, giving the other one to Dudley.

As Dudley threw the potion back, Diamond was already rolling on the floor, her mouth foaming as her body convulsed.

Dudley was seeing this out of the corner of his eye, but instead of trying to spit the potion out, it just made him drain it faster.

Harry and Ginny jumped back as Dudley's considerable mass tumbled to the floor, causing the ground to shake as his mouth began foaming too.

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” Ginny said worriedly as she watched the muggles twitch.

“Are you INSANE!” Diamond hopped up to her feet, a manic smile on her face. “That's like cocaine and molly had a baby! I told your stupid ass that rich people had better drugs!” Diamond slapped the still prone Dudley on the stomach. “Do you have more?! I'll do ANYTHING!”

Harry and Ginny shared worried glances. They did not want to figure out exactly what this woman meant by ‘anything’.

They were saved by the front door swinging open. In walked a pair of giggling eight year old girls. Jewel's hoodie was lumpy, and she and Lily had both arms stuffed full of candy and video games as she kicked the door closed behind her.

“You girls had fun?” Harry asked, glad to see his daughter had managed to find common ground with her cousin.

“Uh-huh!”

“We did, uncle Harry.”

Being called uncle made Harry's heart soar even higher.

“Where'd you get all that stuff?” Dudley asked. He'd gotten up from the floor, and he was sweating profusely now as the pepper-up potion was still coursing through his body.

Jewel's bright grin dimmed as she looked at her parents, who were both tweaking and twitching. “Lily bought them for me.”

“You're lying, you little shit. Did you have your cousin steal for you?”

“Actually.” Ginny put her foot down, stepping up in front of the girls. “Lily has a considerable allowance, definitely enough to buy all this stuff.”

Looking at the sheer volume of brand new video games and candy the two girls had brought in, as well as the large tablet that was sticking out from under Jewel's hoodie, it was clear that was a bold-faced lie, but Ginny stood her ground.

“Must be nice! You have a fit, handsome husband with enough money to buy up half the store and get the best drugs on earth! Meanwhile, we're stuck here in this shithole!”

“Diamond!” Dudley warned his girlfriend.

Harry was looking at Jewel, and he could tell whatever breakthrough she'd had with Lily was in jeopardy the more time she spent in this toxic environment. He felt a wave of empathy for his little niece, and he wondered if there was something they could do to make the girl's home life better.

“Oh, I agree.” Ginny said nonchalantly. “Though I'm feeling charitable. How bout we give you twenty of those?” She pointed at the empty vial.

“Twenty!? Wait, what do you want in return?”

“Nothing much. Just let us take care of Jewel for a little while.”

Harry looked at his fierce redhead wife with equal parts pride and love. Lily appeared very giddy as well, and while Jewel's expression was hard to decipher, Harry felt there was more than a hint of hope in the girl's face.

“Hah! That's it? You can keep her for all I care!”

Dudley at least seemed to be conflicted, sending Harry a sober look. “Would you do that, Harry? Only until we get back on our feet, obviously.”

“Sure thing, Dudley. That's what family's for, isn't it?”

“When can we get more!” Diamond clasped her hands together excitedly.

Harry and Ginny shared a look. “You'll have it on your front door by tonight. Jewel, you want to gather your things?” Ginny asked kindly.

Jewel was overwhelmed with emotion. On the one hand, it hurt deeply to see how little her mother cared about her. On the other hand, even if she barely knew these people, life with them had to be better than what she'd faced up til now, and besides, she would be living around magic.

“I don't have anything to grab.” She said with an understated shrug.

Harry grit his teeth. For the first time, he felt a bit of that old, repressed anger bubbling up against his cousin. Dudley may not have been intentionally abusing his daughter like his parents had done with Harry, but intent mattered little when the outcome was the same.

“Let's go then, Jewel. Dudley… I’'ll see you around.”

They left the flat, and only then did Harry and Ginny realize that they would now have to explain magic to a muggle girl.

“Err… listen, Jewel.”

“I know about magic, uncle Harry.” Jewel said, finding she very much liked addressing him that way.

Ginny blanched, shooting Lily a hard look. “You do now?”

Lily waved her hands. “She's a witch, mum! Jewel can do magic!”

“And how exactly do you know that?” Harry asked with a knowing look. It was Lily's turn to blanch, especially when her father held his hand out expectantly.

Lily reddened, but she handed his wand back to him all the same.

“You dropped it on the way up here.”

“Sure.” Harry shook his head, trying to suppress a smile. “Well, Jewel, I guess its time we bring you home.”

…

Jewel yipped when they popped into existence in Potter manor's drawing room.

“Sorry, apparition takes some getting used to.” Harry said apologetically as the girl took in her surroundings.

It was close to sensory overload. One moment, she had been in the familiar hallway of her father's grimy apartment, the next, she felt as if she was being squeezed through a tube and then she was in the middle of this luxurious mansion.

“Can Jewel room with me while we get hers ready?!” Lily asked excitedly.

It would take all of five minutes for the elves to have a room ready for the young blonde, but Harry decided it was fine to let his daughter indulge. “Alright.”

Lily grabbed Jewel by the hand and pulled her towards the stairway.

Half an hour later found Jewel laying face up in the most comfortable bed she had ever been in.

She stared up at the ceiling, so high that she wouldn't reach it even if she stacked two chairs on top of each other. She thought about just how huge this mansion was. She was slightly intimidated by all the people that supposedly lived here, but that was overshadowed by the sheer hope and excitement she felt.

She heard sounds of rustling and glanced up. Lily was standing in front of her closet, having tossed her clothing onto a messy pile on the floor.

It wasn't completely strange that Lily would strip naked in front of her, even if they'd only just met, but it wasn't completely normal either.

Then Lily jumped to her feet, wriggled her bum excitedly and looked over to her. “Come on, take your clothes off so we can go downstairs!”

“Take my clothes off?”

“Duh! We're at home, silly, there's no need to wear clothes.”

That gave her pause, but Lily was being so nonchalant about it, and magical people were different from regular people, maybe they just had strange customs.

Jewel threw her hoodie off before hesitantly removing her blouse and slipping her knickers down her legs. She was trembling slightly as Lily took in her naked form, and she was struck dumb when the redhead reached out and squeezed one of her budding breasts.

“Daddy's gonna love you! Come on!” Lily grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the room.

They were nudists then? And they touched each other? Her uncle Harry was going to see her naked?

Was she going to see him naked?

Her face reddened as she imagined what her handsome uncle looked like under his clothes. She followed Lily downstairs in a daze, only snapping out of it when she heard the telly, playing what sounded like some old timey program.

“Something kept bothering me. You see-”

“OH! Columbo's gonna get him this time!” Harry shouted from the living room.

“Harry, there's half an hour left in the episode, he never gets them to confess until the end.”

“That's… that's not a hundred percent certain.” Harry responded weakly.

Lily led Jewel to a plush living room, where a shabby seventies detective with a glass eye was talking on the telly.

And on the couch were Ginny and Harry, completely nude.

Ginny was absently stroking Harry's thick shaft while their eyes were glued to the tv.

“Daddy, we're just gonna suck you off, alright?” Lily asked.

“Yeah, sure.” Harry said absently, completely entranced by the program.

“Oh no sir, no sir! Not at all! I believe your wife couldn't have killed herself, at least, not with the rope we found her hanging off of. You see-”

“The killer needs to stop asking so many questions! Don't muggles have solicitors too?” Ginny said as she grabbed a handful of popcorn, eyes glued to the screen.

“If everyone lawyered up there wouldn't be a show, honey.”

Neither Potter really paid much mind as two young girls sank to their knees in front of Harry.

Jewel's eyes were as wide as saucers as Lily firmly grasped her father's rock hard cock, allowing her mother's hand to slip off before she began stroking it.

Lily giggled as she angled the cock towards her. “Its really big, isn't it?”

Jewel gulped, “And he just lets you… touch it?”

“He lets me do more than that.” Lily dipped her head down and took the crown of Harry's head into her mouth.

Harry's hand shot to her head, stroking his daughter's ginger hair as Lily suckled on her father's mushroom tip. Jewel watched in amazement as Lily bobbed her head a few times before pulling back with a loud pop.

“Give it a try.” She urged.

Jewel looked up at her uncle, who was fully focused on the program, and then back at Lily, who was giving her an encouraging look.

Jewel grew up poor and she grew up tough, and she wasn't about to back down and look like a scared little girl.

She grabbed onto the cock and her palm immediately burned as her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft. She bent the rod towards her, and after only a moment's hesitation she took it into her mouth and began to suck.

It took some adjusting, and she actually choked as she swallowed far too much cock in one go, finding the head sliding down her throat and the shaft filling her mouth. Her eyes watered as she struggled to breathe, her airway blocked by the large, throbbing slab of meat.

“Breathe through your nose.” Lily encouraged, “You can do it!”

Jewel took her cousins advice, and after a moment's adjustment, she was breathing through her nose and able to focus her attentions on sucking the cock in her mouth.

Harry's hand went to her hair as well, and he wondered which one of his daughters this was. They had all become so good at sucking his cock, but this girl was clearly inexperienced.

Maybe it was Lily playing up her role as his innocent baby girl, or maybe Rose or Roxanne.

But Rose and Roxanne hadn't come back home yet. No one was home actually, no one besides him, Ginny and Lily.

And Jewel now too.

“Oh, fuck!”

Ginny clicked her tongue. “It really wasn't that crazy a reveal, Harry.” She looked over to see her husband shellshocked, and a glance down told her the reason why.

His little niece was doing her best to suck on his cock, big blue eyes staring right back up at him while Lily knelt down next to her.

“Jewel!”

The girl popped his head out of her mouth, her lips quivering nervously. ‘D-Did I do it wrong?”

“Why did you do this?”

“I just wanted her to settle in, daddy.” Lily explained.

Ginny sighed. “Oh Lily.” She shook her head.

“You don't like me?” Jewel asked bitterly, her face hardening.

Harry's eyes widened. “Oh no, no honey, that's not it! I'm just shocked, is all, this isn't something I expected for you to do.”

“Though in hindsight, it was kind of inevitable, wasn't it?” Ginny quipped.

Harry frowned. “Yeah, I guess.”

“I want to be a part of the family, uncle Harry. I want to call you daddy too.” She begged while shooting big, doe eyes his way.

Harry couldn't say no, not to that face.

Pretty soon, the television was turned off. Lily was straddling her father's lap while Ginny was hugging Jewel up against her front.

Lily had insisted on her cousin needing a demonstration before she went any further with daddy. And so, Harry found himself waiting patiently as Lily stood over his cock, dripping juices onto his head and spreading them down his shaft with each stroke of her tiny hand, lubricating him up while she looked over at Jewel.

“You need to make sure daddy's cock is nice and lubricated. It's really big, and even for big girls like us it can be really uncomfortable, so you need it as oiled up as possible!”

Jewel nodded along, though her eyes were slightly unfocused as she rested back against Ginny's body. Ginny had her middle finger buried deep into the girl's cunt while her ring and pointer teased around the outer edges of her labia.

“Ok, now that Daddy's cock is ready, you gotta give it a few slaps.” Lily smacked the cock hard against her pussy several times, the wet slapping echoing loudly throughout the living room.

Harry placed both hands on Lily's waist, using just a little bit of pressure to urge his daughter to sit down. Lily slapped his hand. “Daddy! We're still not ready!”

“Now, you gotta rub the head right up on your kitty.” She circled Harry's head around her lips, and she couldn't contain her little hiss of pleasure as his mushroom tip caressed her sensitive lips.

“A-And n-n-now that its ready, you can sit do-ooooh!”

Lily had sunk down onto Harry's cock, and she lost control of herself the moment her daddy's crown popped into her pussy. Her mouth hung open and she gasped as Harry forced her body further down, her small frame barely able to contain the shaft that was filling it completely.

Jewel's eyes widened as Lily lost all semblance of composure. She gurgled and panted as Harry leaned her body against his chest, his hands running up and down her body as he tweaked her nipples and roughly turned her face sideways.

“You see, Jewel.” Ginny whispered huskily into the young girl's ear as her finger began sloshing faster in and out of her burning pussy. “When it comes to my husband's cock, there is no ‘handling it’. Even for a grown woman like me, the best you can do is to enjoy the ride and try to survive.”

Jewel whimpered as she saw a large bulge form in Lily's stomach. She could see her uncle's cock as it was battering her womb from the inside, threatening to break through her poor cousin's stomach.

Lily was mumbling incoherent words as Harry fucked her hard, slamming her against his lap while he tugged at her flaming hair, mouth coming down onto her porcelain neck, his kisses so aggressive and animalistic that they were sure to leave a mark.

“Are you ready to be daddy's new toy for him to break in, Jewel?” Ginny whispered in her ear before taking her lobe in between her teeth and biting sharply.

Jewel screamed, but her shout found a twin in Lily. Facing each other, both girls screamed in orgasm at the same exact time. Jewel gushed all over Ginny's palm, drenching it in her juices while her cousin exploded like a rocket around her father's cock, sending sprays of her girlcum shooting down onto his swollen balls.

When she came down, Jewel watched as Lily fell bonelessly to the couch, her body limp as Harry gently placed her head over a pillow. Then, he gripped her hips and began the herculean task of dislodging his monster from her underage pussy.

Jewel watched, entranced as Harry jostled and jerked as he pulled out. His head got stuck in her entrance, and Lily suffered a secondary orgasm as her father's head finally popped out of her cunny, followed by a flood of juices that soaked onto the couch.

“Are you ready, Jewel?” Harry asked his niece, his angry cock hard and ready for its newest conquest.

“Y-Yeah.” She said, slightly nervous as Ginny coaxed her towards her uncle.

“You know, if it makes you feel more comfortable, you can wear your hoodie.”

Harry offered.

Jewel frowned. “You don't like looking at me?”

Harry quickly reached out and grabbed his niece. “That couldn't be the furthest thing from the truth, Jewel. To be honest, I just think you'd look extra sexy wearing that hoodie and nothing else.”

Jewel's eyes widened, but a grin formed alongside the flush on her face. “I think I'd like that.”

And so, while Ginny spooned her daughter on the couch, Harry and Jewel were snuggled up on the floor. The tv was back on, set on some random channel to serve as background noise.

Jewel was standing in front of her uncle. Her oversized hoodie reached down to her midthigh, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy white skin.

Harry knew she was wearing nothing underneath, and that excited him to no end. Every small little detail just made him hornier, like the way she'd rolled up her sleeves until her hands were completely hidden and the ends of the sleeves hung limply at her side.

Jewel straddled his lap, and Harry's hands snuck in under her hoodie. Somehow, exploring her smooth body while being unable to see made it all the more sexy, and his niece mewled under his tender mercies.

She sank onto his cock easily, like her pussy had been made for the sole purpose of fitting him snugly in her underage cunt. Harry could feel the goosebumps sprout against her skin as he took her maidenhood, he could feel the chills run up her body as she took his cock inside of her.

He couldn't see the bulge in her stomach as he rocked her on his lap, but he could feel it as he pressed his palm against her belly. He could feel it when his head popped right on through her cervix and into her underage womb, claiming her pussy as his own.

Jewel rocked and she kissed him needily, and Harry returned her need tenfold. She barely bounced, and Harry chose to guide her gently into rolling her hips, allowing his cock to bob and press its burning length against her most sensitive spots, pressure and friction joining together to leave the young girl breathing raggedly.

Jewel wrapped her arms around his neck, her body was burning up under her hoodie, a condition only made worse by her uncle's expert touch.

Harry's hands ran down her sides and roamed all over her form as she began to buck against him, her movements turning jerky as she buried her face in his neck.

One sudden move triggered her orgasm, and as Jewel creamed herself around her uncle's cock, Harry emptied his balls, shooting his seed directly into his niece's womb.

Harry was still not done cumming as he pulled Jewel down and laid them onto their sides. He left his cock firmly lodged inside of her, and as Ginny and Lily began to snore, Harry and his niece soon joined them. Jewel was snuggled all the way into her uncle's arms, and even as they were drifting off into the land of dreams, Harry's cock was still twitching, spurting loads of thick cream into Jewel Dursley's unprotected womb.