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Bubble, Bubble, Trio of Trouble
🕑 Added 2023-10-31 10:31:58 +0000 UTCA/N: This is this years Halloween special. I hope you all enjoy and have a great night.
Bubble, Bubble, Trio of Trouble
“Sweetheart, are you sure you can’t make it to the party tonight?” Lily Potter asked as she made breakfast.
“I’m sure,” Harry replied, biting back a sigh. “Tonks needs me to work tonight.”
“But it’s Halloween,” Lily said. “We always celebrate as a family.”
“I know,” Harry said, a sigh slipping past his lips.
Halloween meant a lot to their family. It was the night that Harry had, somehow, stopped a Killing Curse from hitting his father and sent it straight at the Dark Lord that had tried to kill him. No one knew how he did it, but he’d managed to stop one of the most powerful Dark Wizards in history before he was even out of nappies. Since then, Halloween had taken on a different meaning for their family. It was a day to celebrate.
“I could ask your father to-”
“No,” Harry said firmly. “I had a hard enough time with everyone thinking I only got into the Academy because my dad is the head of the department. The last thing I need everyone thinking I’m getting special treatment.”
“Harry, you had the highest Defense grade in your year. How can anyone think you only got the job because of your father?” Lily asked.
“You’d have to ask them,” Harry shrugged. “Look, it’s only one Halloween. I promise to be at the party next year.”
“Fine, but you stay safe,” Lily said, spinning with one hand landing on her hip and the other aiming a slotted, wooden spoon at him in the other.
“I’ll do my best,” Harry said.
Wiping his mouth, he stood and walked over to his mother to kiss her on the cheek.
“I need to go,” he told her. “Don’t wait up. I won’t be home until after midnight.”
Turning, he grabbed his cloak off the kitchen chair and headed for the Floo.
“Tell your father to be home by four!” Lily yelled after him. “The party starts at five!”
Waving to let her know he’d heard, Harry stepped into the Floo and vanished in a flash of emerald flames. A moment later, he stepped out into the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Making his way past the line of visitors, he flashed his Auror trainee badge despite the guard never even glancing in his direction. With a shake of his head, he stepped into the elevator and rode up to the Auror department. Harry walked through the office and made his way straight for a door marked by a brass plate.
James Potter
Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Rapping on the door twice, he waited for his dad to call out before turning the knob and slipping inside.
“Hey, Dad,” Harry said. “Mum told me to remind you to be home by four.”
“Oh, good,” James smiled, shaking his head. “After the fifty other reminders this morning, I was worried I might forget.”
“She always gets like that on Halloween,” Harry said.
“I know,” James sighed. “Anyways, I was looking over the duty roster for tonight, and I couldn’t help but notice you’re on it. Do you want me to call someone in to replace you?”
Harry rolled his eyes and flopped into the chair across from his father.
“No,” he said. “Tonks asked me to come in, and I don’t want special treatment. Besides, did you look at the rest of the list? It’s almost all trainees. All of the senior Aurors took the night off.”
“Ah,” James said, lifting a sheaf of parchment from his desk and looking it over. “And Tonks wanted someone who knows what they’re doing in case someone big comes up.”
“I think she just wants me to keep the others from doing anything stupid,” Harry said. “Dawlish and Kingsley are on call if something big happens.”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” James told him, setting down the parchment. “Tonks knows it’ll take a few minutes at best for them to show up. In the meantime, she’ll be counting on you to keep things under control. Not that you need to. The worst we’ve seen in years is a bit of Muggle baiting and old man Jenkins steaking through Hogsmeade.”
Harry snorted, remembering Tonks’ spirited description of the time she’d chased a hundred-and-four-year-old wizard through the streets of Hogsmeade. It had taken an hour for her to finally catch him. She hadn’t been happy that Sirius, her partner when she was a trainee, had spent the whole time chatting up Rosmerta at the Three Broomsticks.
“I’m sure you’ll do fine, but if you need me, I’m just a Patronus away,” James told him. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need to.”
“I won’t,” Harry said, climbing to his feet. “Have fun at the party.”
“I’m more interested in the after-party,” James said, smiling lecherously.
“Dad!” Harry yelled, making a swift exit while his father laughed loudly.
~
Harry spent most of the day in the office, filling out paperwork, before he finally left to start his patrol at four. Stopping by his father’s office to make sure he headed home, he gave him a hug goodbye and headed for Hogsmeade. As the largest magical community in Britain, they didn’t usually have issues, but it was a good place to start. He’d learned from his father and Tonks that most crimes on Halloween happened in the oddest place. Trying to find it was all but impossible. It was far better to wait for the calls to come in.
Walking around the streets of Hogsmeade, he smiled, seeing children dressed in all sorts of creative costumes as they Apparated in with their parents. Though Harry’s fame had lessened a bit over the years, he was still one of the most recognizable figures in magical Britain. The children recognized him easily and came to say hello, a few even asking for autographs. Harry hid his discomfort behind a patient smile and gave in, passing out sweets from the pocketful he kept in his cloak.
The hours passed slowly, with only a handful of calls for wizards drunk near The Leaky Cauldron. It wasn’t until a few minutes past eight that they started getting reports. Harry listened over the Communication Charm in his badge as his fellow trainees were sent out to deal with magical pranks being used against Muggles.
“Hey, Harry,” Tonks called.
“What’s up, Tonks?” Harry asked, smiling as he passed a little blond girl dressed as a unicorn.
“I got a report of a disturbance at the Granger residence,” Tonks said. “Doesn’t look to be serious, but do you want to take it, or should I send someone else?”
“I’ll take it,” Harry said, already walking swiftly to the Apparation point. “Any other information?”
“Three wizards dressed as Dementors are using magic to throw eggs and bog rolls at the house,” Tonks replied, and Harry could hear her eyes rolling in her tone. “Probably just some drunk teens.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Harry said, twisting as he stepped past the wards and vanishing with a muffled pop.
An instant later, he reappeared with barely a sound just around the side of the neighbor’s house. Three cloaked figures, one thin and the other two heavy-set, laughed and made ghost noises while using their wands to throw dozens of eggs and bog rolls all over the house and trees in the yard. Glancing around the street, Harry was glad to see that Muggles passing by didn’t even glance at the house. Harry was certain Hermione had cast a Notice-Me-Not around the house.
With a sigh, he squared his shoulders and marched across the street. Waving his wand, he cast a silent Levicorpus. The three figures screamed in surprise and writhed as they yanked in the air and dangled there by their feet. Before they could react, Harry disarmed them of their wands, collecting them neatly in his hand. The thin one in the middle raised his head, causing his hood to fall back, and Harry smirked.
“You know, I really shouldn’t be surprised, but I didn’t think you’d be this stupid,” Harry said.
“Let me down now, Potter, or I’ll have your badge!” Malfoy spat, his breath reeking of alcohol.
“Yeah, right,” Harry said, shaking his head.
Hearing a door open, he looked over as Hermione marched outside with her parents, wand in hand.
“Thanks, Harry,” Hermione said, coming to stand next to him. “I could’ve stopped them myself, but I thought it would look better if I waited for an Auror.”
“Probably a good idea,” Harry nodded. “I take it you put up the Notice-Me-Not.”
“Of course,” Hermione said, glaring down at Malfoy as he tried to reach for the grass to pull himself down. “Please tell me you can charge him with something.”
“Pfft, like anything’ll stick,” Malfoy slurred. “My father’ll have me out in no time, Mudblood.”
Harry canceled the Levicorpus Charm, dropping the three young men heavily onto the ground. Malfoy jumped to his feet, looking sick, while Crabbe and Goyle took longer to get up.
“Maybe, but it’ll be fun to see your mother’s reaction when she comes to pick you up,” Harry smirked.
Malfoy stilled, his red face paling rapidly.
“You wouldn’t,” he hissed.
Still smirking, Harry sent his Patronus streaking off into the night.
“With any luck, she’ll still be at my Mum’s party,” Harry grinned. “I hope it doesn’t cause a scene in front of all the other guests. Maybe you’ll get lucky, and she’ll be in the loo.”
Malfoy looked positively sick as Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out three sets of manacles. With a flick of his wrist, they shot towards his three former classmates and clamped around their wrists.
“Hey, Tonks,” Harry called, pressing his wand to this badge. “I’m on my way back with three for processing. Get a nice, comfy cell ready for them, would you?”
“You sound way too happy,” Tonks replied. “Anyone I know?”
“You’ll see,” Harry grinned.
“Thanks for coming, Harry,” Hermione said, giving him a hug.
“Anytime,” Harry smiled. “Sorry this happened Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Send me a list of any damage they caused, and I’ll make sure they pay for it.”
With a wave, he grabbed onto the chain connecting the manacles and tapped it with his wand. A tug behind the navel sent the four of them tumbling through the air before they landed in the Ministry prisoner intake lobby. Harry landed fine, but the other ended up sprawled on the floor. Getting to his feet, Malfoy bent over and was sick on the floor.
“Aw, Harry, you really didn’t have to get me a gift for Halloween,” Tonks smirked, her hair turning bright green. “Hello, cousin.”
Malfoy groaned and vomited again.
~
Harry stayed on patrol for the next several hours. There were a few more minor incidents, but nothing big. He spent most of his time patrolling Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade while occasionally Apparating across the country to make sure his fellow trainees did their jobs right. As his watch ticked closer to midnight, he anticipated going home and sitting down with a nice Butterbeer to finish off the night.
“Harry?” Tonks called.
He sighed internally, hoping this was his last call of the night.
“Yeah, Tonks, go ahead,” Harry said.
“I’m getting some odd reports out of Little Haggleton,” Tonks said, her voice sounding hesitant. “It sounded like just overly magical decorations. I sent Farris to check it out an hour ago, but when I checked in with her, she didn’t remember anything.”
“Anything?” Harry asked, puzzled.
“I mean, she didn’t remember me sending her on the call, or going on it,” Tonks clarified. “I don’t know if she just forgot or what, but can you go take a look?”
“Sure,” Harry sighed.
Farris was a talented witch, but she had a habit of forgetting things, especially when she got flustered. In such a detail-oriented job, he didn’t see her making the final cut at the end of the year. She was likely to end up working in the Hit-Wizard office.
“Thanks, mate,” Tonks said happily. “This is the last one for tonight, I promise. I took a look at the map, and the house you’re looking for is off the main road as you enter the village. Follow the dirt path down into the woods.”
“Will do,” Harry replied.
Waving to Rosmerta as he left the Three Broomsticks, he made his way out of the pub and through the dark, empty streets of Hogsmeade. As soon as he reached the edge of the wards, he Disapparated with a soft pop. Reappearing on the side of a quiet, narrow road surrounded by hedges. Trees overhead blocked out most of the light from the moon, forcing him to light his wand to find his way.
As he walked down the winding road, he continually checked both sides for a path leading into the woods. Finally, after ten minutes of searching, he found it. It was well-hidden, but he could make out a well-worn footpath between the overgrown hedges and untrimmed trees.
A feeling of unease came over him as he looked around. It was hard to find, and there were no decorations in sight, leaving him to wonder why someone had called in the first place.
“Maybe they took them down?” Harry wondered aloud.
For a moment, he thought about leaving and going home, but something just didn’t feel right. There was a dark, familiar presence that filled the area. One that sent a chill down his spine. After a moment’s indecision, Harry started down the path. Tree branches seemed to reach out towards him like hands, snagging on his cloak as he worked his way between them.
Hearing a hiss and a rustle of leaves to his right, Harry spun, bringing his light to bear, only to find nothing. Shaking off his growing desire to turn back, he continued forward, ducking and wearing through the overgrown branches.
After a few minutes of walking, he came across what was more accurately described as a shack than a house. It looked like it hadn’t been cared for in years, perhaps decades, yet, despite that, a flickering light came from the dirty windows, indicating someone was inside. Harry tried to peek inside, but the window was so filthy all he could make out was a dark shape moving around inside.
“Hello!” Harry yelled, almost afraid to break the silence of the night. “I’m Auror Potter. Can you come talk to me for a minute!?”
There was no verbal response or even movement from inside that he could see, but the lock on the front door clicked, and it creaked open about an inch. Making his way over to the door, Harry pushed it open slowly, wand held at the ready.
“Hello,” he called.
An odd, earthy smell reached his nose, and he could hear a cauldron bubbling nearby. The kitchen he entered was dark and empty, but he could see light coming from what looked like a living room.
“Ministry Aurors, is anyone here?” Harry asked.
When he got no response, he slowly crept into the home, leaving the door wide open behind him. Peeking into the living room, he could see a massive cauldron bubbling away in a fireplace set in the wall to his right. The rest of the room looked empty but for the footprints left behind in the dust on the floor. It was clear this house hadn’t been lived in for years, and someone had only recently moved in. If it wasn’t for the cauldron, he might have thought it was a Muggle squatter.
Stepping further into the living room, he saw a hand to his right that had been blocked from his sight by the fireplace. Turning, he stared in shock at what he saw. Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort’s right-hand witch, was chained to the wall. She was completely naked, her hourglass figure and large, jutting breasts on full display. Thick, iron chains wrapped around her arms and legs, holding her securely to the stone wall of the hut. Her head lulled forward, unconscious or dead; he couldn’t be sure.
One thing he was certain of, however, was that she should be in Azkaban.
Cautiously, Harry walked forward. When he got within arm’s reach, he raised his hand, parting the curtain of black, curly hair to check her pulse. She was alive.
Hearing a creak behind him, he instantly spun around, bringing up his wand, ready to fight, and froze.
“Andi? Narcissa?” Harry asked incredulously.
They both raised their hands in surrender, dressed in matching, plain black cloaks.
“Harry, please, just let us explain,” Andi said in a calming tone.
“I – What?” Harry asked. “You – you did this?”
“Yes, but it was for a very good reason,” Narcissa answered.
“Fine, explain,” Harry said.
He really wanted there to be a good reason for them to break their insane sister out of Azkaban. Not only did he not want to arrest either of them, he honestly didn’t think he could. Both of them were powerful witches. Even unarmed, he knew they were only a blink away from being able to draw their wands on him. His best bet was to hear them out and talk them out of whatever they were doing.
“We found Bella’s diary when we were cleaning out Grimmauld Place,” Andi told him, her voice slow and calm. “What she did wasn’t her fault. Voldemort experimented on her for his Dark Mark. She was the first to receive it. The fool unintentionally bound her soul to his when he used it. Instead of releasing her and correcting it, he left it in place and used a modified version on the others. He liked the idea of having someone who he could trust completely.”
“But-”
“We’ve found a way to reverse it,” Narcissa said, interrupting Harry. “It also made us realize he’s not dead. If he was, the magic wouldn’t still be affecting her.”
“What!?” Harry yelled. “Voldemort? You think he’s still alive?”
“Alive, no,” Andi replied. “But his soul is still attached to this world. We think we know how he did it, and we’ll help you kill him once and for all, but first, we need your help.”
“My help?” Harry asked incredulously.
Narcissa took half a step forward, hands still raised.
“The ritual requires a male to complete,” she said, licking her lips nervously. “It’s the only way to break her bond with him. It will require a little work on your part, but nothing… unpleasant.”
“Harry,” Andi said, her face softening. “Please, she’s our sister.”
Staring at both of them for a long moment, Harry sighed and let his wand arm fall.
“I’m not agreeing yet,” he said, studying them closely. “But what do you need me to do?”
Andi and Narcissa let their hands fall to their sides slowly, letting out a breath in unison.
“His soul has been influencing hers for decades,” Andi explained. “The only way to break the connection is to form a stronger one. One based on blood. With his influence gone, she should go back to herself. Now, while you have some Black blood in your lineage, it’s not enough. First, you’ll need to form the bond with Narcissa and me. Then, we’ll be able to use that to free Bella long enough for her to make a choice. She can free herself or stay as she is.”
“Why give her a choice?” Harry asked. “And what sort of bond are we talking about?”
“We need to make sure she hasn’t been corrupted by him,” Narcissa answered. “Besides, you would not be willing to complete the ritual if she didn’t want it. As for the bond itself? It is an old Celtic marriage ritual that fell out of practice thousands of years ago. One that does not allow for divorce. We will belong to you.”
“Marriage?” Harry asked incredulously, his voice cracking.
“I’m sorry, Harry,” Andi said, looking at him pleadingly. “But it’s the only way to free her. We’ve searched for years for another way. There isn’t one. And to be frank, you’re our only hope. Anyone with a chance at breaking the bond with Voldemort has to be at least as strong as he is, if not stronger. You’re the only person in the world that’s ever bested him.”
“But – but I don’t even know how I did it!” Harry yelled before taking a deep breath to get his rising panic under control.
“And yet, you did,” Narcissa said firmly. “That potential is inside of you. It always has been. We know this is a lot to ask of you, but it is not without its compensations.”
Sharing a look with Andi, they both nodded and reached for the clasps of their cloaks. With a shrug, they hit the floor, displaying their completely bare bodies. Harry gaped, unable to think a single coherent thought as he stared. They were both pale, stunning witches. Andi certainly had the biggest bust of the three sisters. While not as perky as Bellatrix’s, they were a good two-cup sizes larger. She also had wider hips and a slightly rounder figure.
Narcissa, by contrast, was thinner than her sisters, and her breasts smaller. She had more of a dancer’s figure with long, toned legs, a pert, round bum, and smaller but perky breasts. Harry had thought of both of them many times as he lay in his bed alone as a teenager, but he never imagined he’d get to see the real thing. They were more beautiful than anything he’d imagined in his mind.
“All three of us will be yours for the rest of our lives,” Andi said. “We may be older, but there are plenty of spells, potions, and rituals to keep us looking young. After Ted passed, I thought I’d never marry again, but to save my sister, I’d do far worse.”
“And you know how badly I wish to be free of Lucius,” Narcissa said, smirking as she ran her hands over her curves. “He’ll never grant me the mercy of a divorce, so you’ll just have to take him from me. Once the ritual is complete, I’ll be yours. Just imagine seeing Lucius at the Ministry or dealing with my son and knowing that I’m at your beck and call every night.”
“Narcissa,” Andi hissed, her massive breasts wobbling as she turned. “We agreed not to try and seduce him. It must be his choice.”
“Easy for you to say,” Narcissa huffed, lifting her chin. “You’ve only had to go two years without. I haven’t been with a man in almost twenty.”
“Wait. Wait,” Harry said, closing his eyes for a moment to get his thoughts back on track. “Let me get this straight. You want to marry me to help free Bellatrix. But what if she doesn’t want to be free? What happens to you then?”
“As I said, this bond does not allow for divorce,” Narcissa replied. “We will be yours no matter what she chooses. It’s a sacrifice we are willing to make. Though, for use, it’s not much of a sacrifice if that bulge in your slacks is anything to go by.”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Andi said, pinching her nose while Harry flushed. “I’m sorry, Harry. Narcissa, however, is telling the truth. This is something we are more than willing to do for our sister.”
Sighing, Harry ran a hand through his hair and turned around. Looking at Bellatrix, his eyes fell on her breasts and her hard, pink nipples before he turned away sharply. He puzzled over what to do for a long moment, but in the end, it wasn’t a hard decision to come to. It was just hard to accept. Harry would do anything to protect his family. How could he refuse his mother’s closest friends when they needed him?
Again, he sighed, knowing his decision was already made. Putting it off longer wouldn’t change anything.
“Alright,” Harry said, turning back to Andi and Narcissa. “I’ll do it.”
They both smiled brightly and rushed forward to hug him. As they kissed him on the cheeks, he wrapped his arms around their backs, careful not to let his hands stray too low. There would be time for those thoughts later. For now, they had a ritual to complete.
“So,” Harry said, taking a step back and focusing on their bright, violet eyes. “What do I need to do for this ritual?”
Narcissa smiled, but Andi blushed, clearing her throat as she stepped back.
“It’s quite simple, really,” she said. “You will need to… ejaculate inside both of us. Then, we must collect some and add it to the potion before drinking it. That will seal the bond.”
Harry gaped at her, but before he could react, Narcissa drew her wand from seemingly nowhere and summoned a chair. Hitting him behind the knees, he fell into the seat, the worn, weathered wood creaking under his weight. With a swish of her wand, she sent his clothes flying off of his body. Narcissa licked her lips, eyes bright as she stared at his towering erection.
“No wonder Nymphadora was so loud,” Andi muttered.
“Er,” Harry stammered, blushing.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear,” Andi said, waving off his concern. “I know you and my daughter used to have an arrangement. And, yes, she knows. I was the one that asked her to send you here.”
Harry opened his mouth to ask a question but immediately forgot what it was when Narcissa wrapped her hand around his length and started stroking him.
“So big and hard,” she purred. “Lucius never got this excited, even when we were teenagers. You don’t mind if I go first, do you Andi?”
“Be my guest,” Andi said, repairing the broken couch and cleaning it so she could sit.
Narcissa wasted no time in straddling Harry’s lap and lining him up with her surprisingly wet entrance. Her breath trembled with excitement as she slowly lowered herself down, her folds parting to envelope his throbbing shaft.
“Yes!” Narcissa hissed, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his neck as she rested her weight on his lap. “So much better than those Muggle toys.”
Opening her eyes, violet met green as she leaned forward. There was a storm of emotions in her eyes that Harry couldn’t even begin to read before their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss. Rolling her hips, Narcissa worked him slowly in and out of her depths, her tight folds hugging him so tightly he could feel every millimeter of movement. He moved his hands from her hips to her bum, cupping and squeezing the firm, smooth globes as he helped her move. Narcissa moaned into his mouth before pulling back, her eyes slamming shut as she rode him harder.
“Harry,” she gasped. “So, good.”
Grabbing the back of his head, she mashed his face against her bouncing breasts. While she was smaller than both of her sisters, she was by no means small. Her firm, grapefruit-sized mounds pressed against his cheeks as he kissed her sternum. Working his lips slowly to his right, he latched onto one of her dark red, erect nipples and sucked hard. With a long, low moan, Narcissa rolled her hips sensually, pulling back as far as she could before driving him back into her hot, slippery depths.
“This is all I’ve ever wanted,” Narcissa said, her voice trembling. “I just wanted a husband who wanted me.”
Lifting his head, Harry was surprised to see tears in her eyes. Seeing a tear trail down her cheek, he reached up and wiped it away with his thumb before leaning in to kiss her lovingly. Narcissa responded by rocking her hips furiously, a desperate whine leaving her lips between breaths. Her frantic movements drove them quickly towards their ends. With a full body tremble, she reached hers first, climaxing with a scream as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. The feeling of her fluttering folds around his length pushed Harry over the edge. He erupted inside of her, flooding her depths with a groan.
“Cum for me,” Narcissa panted, grinding against him. “Make me yours. Take me from my pathetic husband and show me what a real man is like.”
Harry groaned at her dirty talk, holding her tightly to his chest as he emptied himself inside of her. Eventually, their movements stopped, and they held each other firmly as they caught their breath.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Andi said, looking genuinely apologetic. “But you need to collect his semen for the potion.”
Standing from the couch, she walked over to her robes and bent down to pull out a vial. Harry watched her as she moved, his erection coming back to life as he observed her voluptuous figure. Narcissa giggled in his lap.
“I guess we won’t need that Stamina Potion,” she said, leaning back to look at his face while Harry blushed. “That’s a good thing. You’re going to have two or three women to take care of, and I’m going to want you as often as I can get.”
Kissing him on the lips, Narcissa stood from his lap and took the vial from Andi. She bowed her legs outward and spread herself open in the lewdest sight Harry had ever seen. A few seconds passed before a stream of white fell from her lips into the vial. Stoppering it, she looked at Harry and licked clean a bit that had fallen onto her hand. He couldn’t help but throb at the sight.
“Do you need a few minutes?” Andi asked, her eyes moving between his and his erection.
“Er, I’m ready when you are,” Harry said.
Smiling, she grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch. Turning around, she laid down on her back and pulled Harry on top of her, her legs spread wide. Andi reached up to stroke his hair with one hand while the other lined him up with her entrance. Harry eased in, quickly sinking in to the hilt in her welcoming depths. Both of them moaned, their backs arching in unison.
“My goodness,” Andi panted, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Big?” Narcissa asked with a smirk.
Pulling the chair over, she sat next to the couch, watching as Harry began to thrust.
“Very,” Andi panted. “I never knew it would make such a difference.”
Harry tuned out their talking and cupped one of Andi’s huge, heaving breasts as he continued to thrust. The pale, white flesh spilled out around his fingers, bobbing back and forth in time with his movements. Her nipples were smaller than Narcissa’s, but her areolas were much larger. He’d always thought that Andi was pretty much a twin of Bellatrix, and perhaps their faces were, but their bodies were very different. For a moment, he glanced at the witch chained to the wall before focusing back on the beautiful woman moaning under him. As much as he was doing this to help them, a part of him dearly wished he’d be able to complete the set.
He’d be the only wizard to have all three of the coveted Black sisters.
Smiling at the thought, Harry sped up his thrusts. Andi gasped and arched her back, mashing her breasts into his hand. Since he wasn’t anywhere near his next climax, he thrust even harder, curious just how much she was like her daughter. As his hips collided with her thick, toned thighs, he got his answer.
“Oh, yes!” Andi yelled, digging her heels into his bum, urging him on. “Fuck me!”
“I wonder,” Narcissa said, spreading her legs open and playing with her folds. “Is this what you did to poor Nymphadora?”
“No,” Harry grunted. “She liked it even harder.”
“Oh, Merlin,” Andi gasped, trembling through a small climax.
“Show me,” Narcissa demanded, her violet eyes sparkling excitedly.
Harry glanced down at Andi, who was too out of it to listen to what they were saying. Deciding to give it a try, he paused and hooked his arms under her thighs. Pushing himself up on his toes, he nearly folded Andi in half, her legs sticking straight up next to his ears. As Andi stared at him wide-eyed, he slowly pulled back until just his tip was trapped between her lips. He paused for just a beat before slamming forward, driving his full length into her quivering depths.
Andi screamed in pleasure, her neck craned back as she ran out of breath. Harry felt her climax around him as he plunged roughly in and out of her spasming folds. She gushed around him, the wet slap of their pelvises echoing around the small shack. Andi could only stare, mouth hanging open, as he speared in and out of her depths over and over again with impressive speed.
“Merlin and Morgana!” Narcissa gasped, fingers plunging into her folds. “How does that feel?”
“I – I,” Andi stammered, breasts bouncing wildly. “It’s – Oh! Oh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming again!”
Harry grunted as she tightened around him again. Still, he never slowed his pace. By now, he could feel his climax building, and he was determined to reach it. Panting, sweat dripping off his brow, he continued pummeling her body into the creaking couch. Andi let out a quivering moan, her face and chest flushed as she tried to catch her breath.
“Did Ted ever fuck you like this?” Narcissa asked curiously.
“Never,” Andi gasped. “Oh, Morgana!”
Grunting, Harry let go of her legs, buried himself as deep as he could, and erupted in her depths. In response, Andi hugged him tightly, her powerful thighs trapping him in place. As he rocked his hips, Harry kissed her passionately. She seemed a little surprised at first but quickly kissed him back, her fingers threading in his hair. Unfortunately, he was so out of breath he couldn’t kiss her for long. Resting on her soft chest, he peppered her neck and chest with kisses.
“Narcissa, get me a vial,” Andi said, stroking his hair softly.
Hearing the rustle of a cloak, Harry groaned and pulled out of her. Narcissa returned just in time to hand Andi the vial so she could catch the white fluid leaking out of her. Stoppering it, she sat up and took a moment to catch her breath.
“Ready?” Andi asked, looking at Narcissa, who nodded.
Getting up, the three of them walked over to the bubbling cauldron. Harry watched as Andi and Narcissa removed the stoppers and poured them into the green, watery mixture. There was a pop, followed by a long hiss. Grabbing a ladle, Narcissa stirred the mixture thirteen times clockwise, the green slowly turning to a bright golden hue with sparkling flecks.
“It’s ready,” she smiled.
Andi grabbed two goblets from the mantle and held them out as Narcissa poured a ladleful into each. Taking one in her hand, she looked at Andi and smiled.
“Remember what we used to say as kids when we were making potions?” she asked.
Andi smiled wistfully, “Bubble, bubble.”
“Trio of trouble,” Narcissa smiled.
“Fire burn.”
“And leave the world in rubble,” they finished, laughing.
Raising their goblets, they threw them back in unison and swallowed the potion. Both of their eyes went wide, and Harry felt an odd but pleasant warmth in his chest. Slowly, it grew until he felt it in his whole body. Looking at the two women in front of him, he knew without knowing that it was them.
“Merlin,” Andi said, coughing. “I can feel it. That’s incredible.”
Smiling brightly and looking happier than Harry had ever seen her, Narcissa spun around and kissed him passionately.
“This is wonderful!” she said, laughing girlishly. “Finally, a man that appreciates me. Now, let’s go get our sister back.”
Smiling, Andi nodded and took Narcissa’s hand. Together, they walked over to the bound and unconscious witch. Taking a knife from a small, broken table next to her, Andi made a small cut on her palm before doing the same to Bellatrix. When she handed the knife to Narcissa, she did the same on the other side.
“Alright,” Andi said, taking a deep breath. “When we’re holding her hands, wake her. We should be able to use our bond with you to dampen Voldemort’s hold on her for a short time. Ready?”
Harry started to nod, then realized he didn’t have his wand. Moving over to his clothes, he searched through them until he found it. When he returned to stand in front of Bellatrix, he looked at them and nodded. Narcissa and Bellatrix shared a look before nodding and grasping her cut hands with theirs.
“Re-enervate,” Harry encanted.
Bellatrix stirred awake. At first, she was calm but began to panic when she realized her arms were bound.
“Bella,” Andi called. “Bella, can you hear me?”
“It’s gone,” Bellatrix replied, her voice soft and full of wonder. “His voice, it’s gone. What – what’s happening? Andi, Cissy, what are we doing here? We need to leave! We need to leave now! Before he comes back!”
“Shh, Bella,” Narcissa said, reaching out with her other hand to stroke her hair. “He can’t get to you while we’re helping you. This is working better than we expected.”
“No! You don’t understand!” Bellatrix cried, tears streaking down her cheeks. “The Dark Lord left this place to me before he went after the Potters. He knew something might go wrong. I knew I was going to prison, so I left it to you, Andi. No matter how much you hated me, I knew you wouldn’t get rid of it. He – he also thought it funny that you would unknowingly be helping to keep him alive.”
“We can talk about that later,” Andi said. “Bella, listen to me. We found a way to free you from him – for good – but you need to make a choice. If you choose to free yourself, you’ll be married to Harry for the rest of your life with no way to divorce. If not… we’ll have to take you back to Azkaban. You’ll stay as Voldemort’s puppet until the end of your days.”
“Harry?” Bellatrix asked, taking a good look at him for the first time. “Harry Potter?”
Harry nodded, and Bellatrix threw her head back and laughed hysterically. They all shared nervous looks when it took several seconds for her to calm back down.
“The one who he feared and hated above all others will be the one to free me?” Bellatrix chuckled. “How fitting. I’ll do anything to remove this stain from my soul. I – I know I’ll probably have to go back to Azkaban anyways, but at least I’ll be myself.”
“Maybe not,” Andi said reassuringly. “Narcissa and I have worked out a plan to keep you free. But we can tell you about that later. For now, we just need to know if you’re willing to complete a ritual. Harry will need to ejaculate inside of you, then collect some to add to a potion you need to drink. Will you do it?”
“Yes,” Bellatrix said, looking at Harry hopefully. “Will you? Will you help me even after everything I’ve done? After all the lives I’ve ruined?”
“I will,” Harry nodded.
Smiling, Narcissa and Andi made to remove the chains.
“No!” Bellatrix barked. “Just my legs; leave the rest on. The Dark Lord can see through my eyes, even control me if he wants to. Your magic is working for now, but he may overcome it. He wants to kill Harry at any cost. You cannot release me.”
Sharing a worried look, Narcissa and Andi nodded. They removed the chains holding her legs but left the ones holding her arms.
“And you,” she continued, looking determinedly at Harry. “No matter what happens, no matter what I say, don’t stop.”
Harry nodded uncertainly. He really didn’t know if he could keep going with the other Bellatrix. Sirius had warned him repeatedly not to stick his dick in crazy. And if he did, to wear a condom and a fake name.
Walking up to her, he hooked her legs and helped her wrap them around his waist, his wand still clutched in his hand. Lining himself up with her folds, he brushed his swollen head against her lips and was surprised to find them damp. Aligning himself with her entrance, Harry sank into her incredibly tight depths slowly, his wide shaft forcing her neglected tunnel open.
“Holy shit!” Bellatrix gasped, eyes going wide. “Now that’s a cock!”
“Yes, it is,” Narcissa smirked. “We’re very lucky our husband is so gifted.”
“Oh, that’s it, Potter,” Bellatrix groaned as he bottomed out. “Steal me from the Dark Lord, and I’ll be the kinkiest little fuck toy you could ask for.”
Andi snorted in amusement and shook her head while Harry started pumping his hips. Bellatrix dug her heels into his bum, pulling herself onto him as he thrust forward. As they moved, he couldn’t look away from her incredible breasts. While they weren’t as big as Andi’s, they were still big and impossibly perky, especially for a witch her age. They jutted straight from her chest without drooping at all. Every little movement of her body made them bounce and giggle in the most amazing way he’d ever seen. Holding her up with one hand, he reached up and latched onto one with the other.
Bellatrix moaned, arching her back as far as she could. Her hips bucked off of the wall, driving him onto his throbbing shaft.
“Come on, Potter,” she growled. “I’m not a little princess like these two. Twist my nipples, slap my tits, choke me, fuck me!”
Slamming his hips against hers, Harry squeezed her firm, perky mound tightly in his grip. Bellatrix moaned, her walls rippling around his shaft. Letting go, he slapped it, enjoying the way her incredible mound wobbled and danced. Again and again, he slapped them, taking short breaks to grab her thick nipples and give them a harsh pull. Through it all, Bellatrix let out whorish moans, her hips bucking incessantly.
“Harder!” she barked. “Ruin me! Tame me! Make me your bitch!”
Growling, Harry let go of her breasts and wrapped his hand around her throat. Squeezing hard enough to all but cut off her air, he pinned her hips to the wall with his other hand and drilled into her with furious, pounding thrusts that were sure to leave bruises. Bellatrix writhed, her violet eyes sparkling excitedly as her walls tightened around him. As her face turned red, he let go suddenly. She threw her head back and sucked in a deep breath while a thunderous climax raced through her body. A deep, guttural, vibrating moan left her lips the moment she had enough air in her lungs to make a sound.
“Fuck!” Harry yelled.
Slamming himself deep inside of her, he erupted. Grabbing her bum roughly, he held her hips to his as he emptied himself in her clutching depths.
“Harry, you’re going to need to grab the vial from my robe,” Andi told him. “We can’t let go of her hands.”
Nodding, he took a moment to catch his breath before slipping out of her. Bellatrix sagged on her chains, letting her arms take her full weight.
“I hope this works,” she muttered. “I want that every day.”
“You should’ve seen what he did to Andi,” Narcissa smirked.
Grabbing the vial, Harry turned back in time to see her nodding towards the couch. Glancing over, he paused and did a double take. The legs were broken and bent outwards while the center was bowed down until it was touching the floor.
“I want that, too,” Bellatrix said, licking her lips.
“We will,” Harry said, bending down between her legs.
Letting their mixed essence drip into the vial, he stood and looked over at Narcissa questioningly.
“Pour it in and stir thirteen times counterclockwise,” she told him. “Start at three o’clock, and don’t touch the sides of the cauldron.”
Nodding, Harry did as he was instructed, counting carefully in his head to make sure he got it right. The potion didn’t change, but he didn’t know if it should. Pouring a ladleful into one a goblet, he carried it over to Narcissa.
“Perfect,” she smiled.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Harry moved over to Bellatrix and lifted the goblet to her lips. She drank like she was dying of thirst, swallowing all of it with only a few drops leaking onto her chin. Stepping back, he looked at her and waited. At first, nothing seemed to happen, and then Andi gasped.
“Look!” she yelled, pointing to Bellatrix’s forearm.
Harry looked over and watched as the Dark Mark on her arm writhed as if in pain while it evaporated into smoke. Then, a moment later, Harry felt the same warmth in his chest he had when Narcissa and Andi had taken the potion.
“It worked!” Harry cheered. “I can feel it.”
“It worked,” Bellatrix whispered. “It worked.”
As Narcissa and Andi freed her from the wall, she fell into their arms and cried. Walking over, Harry pulled them all into a hug and held them as they cried in triumph and relief. It took several minutes before any of them were calm enough to speak.
“Come, let’s get you home,” Andi said, smiling widely.
“Not yet,” Bellatrix said, a devious smile stretching her pouty lips. “I know that bastard’s secrets, and one of them is here, in this house.”
~
In the Dark Forest of Albania, Voldemort felt a twinge of great loss but couldn’t tell what it was from. As a wraith, things felt different. Less human. He had trouble holding onto the feeling long enough to make sense of it. But it was no matter. No one knew of his greatest secret. No one that could betray him, at least.
He would get a body again. Soon. And then the world would suffer. Starting with those who had turned their backs on him and ending with that brat Potter.
The sense of loss faded, and Voldemort moved on to find his next host.
~
“Guard!” Malfoy shouted, banging against the bars of his cell. “Guard! I demand you release me!”
“Oi, shut it!” Tonks yelled, storming into the holding area.
“Where’s my mother?” Malfoy demanded. “She should’ve been here by now.”
“How should I know?” Tonks asked, throwing her hands up. “You said Auror Potter notified her? Well, then she’ll get here when she gets here.”
“Then notify my father,” Malfoy growled.
“First of all, you’re of age. I don’t have to notify anyone of your stupidity,” Tonks told him with a glare. “Second, one of my Aurors already tried. He was sent out of the country on Ministry business. The Senior Undersecretary wouldn’t say where or for what, but he won’t be back for a week.”
“A week!?” Malfoy shouted, eyes bulging.
“Did I stutter?” Tonks asked. “Look, just shut up and get some sleep. I’m sure Mummy will be here to bail you out in the morning. If not, you’re trial is in three days.”
Tonks spun around, finally allowing a smirk to cross her face.
“You can’t do this to me!” Malfoy shouted as she opened the door. “Do you know who I am!? I’m Draco fucking Malfoy! Malfoy!”
Slamming the door shut, Tonks threw up a Sound-Deadening Charm. It wasn’t as good as a Silencing Charm, but those were against policy. At least he wouldn’t give her a headache with it up. Sitting back down at her desk, she finished up the night’s paperwork while waiting to hear from her mother about how things went with Harry.
“Well, she did say that if I didn’t hear from her, it meant things went well,” Tonks said to herself, smiling. “Looks like you won’t be getting out of here in the morning after all, Malfoy.”
Comments
GhostnKC
This is a wonderful Halloween treat. Hopefully you know the trick to let us know what the fallout is
Pen Jr. Jr.
Would love to see this pivot into a holiday one shot series if not a regular story. You can't just tease a history of Harry x Tonks and leave it alone.
TH
A follow up with the fall out from this, could be fun, lots of fun to be had there potentially.
Luciano Romero
Can we please make this into a longer story please 🥺
Bobby W
I love the story and hope to see more.
J.Rogue
This was a good Halloween present thanks good call on the Draco bit
GrouchyGritic
Another great chapter! And yes andi! I think this is first ever one? In time travel he’s not with andi
Rogue
Haha! I know what you mean. Gotta be careful.
Rogue
Yeah, I think most of us are in agreement. A sequel is mandatory. You messed up by giving us something as good as this.
damien girard
Don't know why I like Harry with the black sisters so much but would love another one or a sequel to this with some breeding kink in it
Alessio albanesi
… and now we can all agree that we need a sequel.
Erinnyes
Absolutely excellent. Definitely wouldn't mind seeing more of this universe. Harry explaining his new wives to his mother should be bloody hilarious 🤣
D Penrose
love the stories with all three. more kinky bellatrix!
TheMightyClark
Absolutely loved it. Wouldn't mind a sequel or three.
ZeroLink21
Lol that was great really gotta stop reading your stuff when I am at work even if I work by myself at night for the most part.
jp9901
The Black Trinity!
