Family
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Chap. 23: Family
Harry groaned tiredly as he leaned back in the soft, thankfully back-supportive office chair. The day had been just flat-out exhausting. Frankly, he wasn’t sure how Fleur, Hermione, Pansy, or the other women who had come into his life were handling the mass of newcomers with such… Grace? Aplomb?
Harry wasn’t even sure he knew the word at the best of times, but at that moment, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to find the right one.
The calls for Andromeda Tonks to come make a couple of examinations, and then for some of the more basics supplies to be gathered by Winky and Mrs. Weasley tag-teaming requests had been simple enough.
A dozen boxes of feminine hygiene products of muggle make (apparently they were just far better than the Wizarding ones, and could be easily enchanted to be better still, so much so that even Molly Weasley was a fan) here. Two dozen quills, ink, parchments, all of which were easily sourced through Scrivenshaft’s in Hogsmeade, a quick Apparition or two, and Mrs. Weasley and Fleur were back within the hour, and a half-dozen rented owls from the post office there winging their way toward the Crockery to boot. More socks, more blankets, softer pillows, firmer pillows, a different colored bedspread (someone, a former Hufflepuff, had never had other than yellow or black and couldn’t sleep with beige, not at all, no sir!).
It was endless.
Harry had anticipated a few, maybe even as many as ten, individual requests from the women the Order had rescued with his help. All-told, as he kept careful notes of each at Hermione’s request, there had been ninety-two, including the ones Hermione, Lilian, and Fleur had written down.
To say that he spent half his day with his head in the fireplace to the left of his desk was a massive understatement, and both Harry’s back and knees protested mightily at the treatment.
He was quite glad, therefore, to lean back in the chair with its excellent lumbar support, stretch, and put his legs out beneath the large desk. “Ahh… needed that, didn’t I?”
A cup of tea appeared on the desk next to a plate with a trio of warm, fresh biscuits with chocolate chips baked in. “Thanks, Winky, or Fleur, Dobby, or all of you,” he called to the once-again empty study, and picked up the beverage to take a few sips before partaking of the snack.
Harry was reaching for the last of the three treats, the tea nearly gone, when someone knocked on the door again. He sighed, pulled his hand back, and called, “Come in.”
Harry was surprised to see Molly Weasley herself step into the room. She had been in and out for a good portion of the day, but he’d rarely had the chance to so much as smile in her direction, since he’d been so tied up with helping out the twenty-three ladies that had shown up the day before. The Weasley matriarch looked quite as worn out emotionally and physically as he was. “Er, hi, Mrs. Weasley. What do you need?”
“Need?” she chuckled, “Nothing. The… everything’s done, everything we’ve all collectively been able to think of. Even finding places for some of them to stay more long-term. According to Hermione and that Vergot woman, they-”
“That’s Lilith, just so you know, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry shook his head with a soft smile, “She often takes that form to put people at ease. Pink hair kind of throws some people off, I suppose.”
“It is a bit unusual, you have to admit,” the witch chuckled again, “Though between her and Tonks I’m starting to get used to it. I didn’t realize that was her, but I suppose it makes sense. She talks the same way. I was simply thinking you’d hired on someone to help you run the household, as she’s been acting like your secretary for the last two days. At any rate, I didn’t come to talk to you to ask something of you, Harry. I…”
Mrs. Weasley sighed, took a deep breath that made her shoulders rise and fall several inches, then let it out slowly, “May I sit?”
“Of course, help yourself. Have a biscuit, too, they’re quite delicious.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t,” she demurred with a soft smile, “Fleur made those for you and your- your girlfriends. And the ladies you’re helping, I suppose.”
“Don’t be silly,” Harry laughed, pushing the small plate across the desk, “I’ve already had two, and you deserve a chance to relax, too. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you running yourself ragged, and all because I bit off more than I could chew.”
“Maybe you did,” the older woman said quietly as she eventually reached for the offered cookie and picked it up, only to stare at it without really seeing it as she continued, “But that’s what we do, isn’t it? Us Gryffindors, I mean. And it was a noble thing. I said it the other day, but I’m… proud of you. Proud to call you as good as my son. May’s well be, at this point, anyway, isn’t that right?”
Harry blushed, knowing she was referring to his relationship with Ginny, but his mind went back two years, to before he’d ever even truly acknowledged the fiery redhead he now called his Pet as a woman in her own right, rather than a child who happened to be female. On the night Voldemort had returned, and the longest, tightest hug he could ever remember getting. Tighter, even, than Hermione’s at the end of their first year.
Words, too. Sirius’s, and hers. He’s not your son! Followed of course by her immediate response, He’s as good as!
Harry’s heart swelled, along with a painful lump in his throat. Tears welled too, and Harry suddenly found himself striding almost recklessly fast around the suddenly too-large desk. It took far too many steps just to circle, for something he had only just realized he desperately needed.
Harry fell to his knees beside the comfortable chair Molly Weasley sat in, and buried his head in her lap, as he began to cry once more.
Not for pain, this time. Not for sadness at what all the women outside the study had lost. Not for war, or hate, or anger. Not even loss.
This time, Harry cried tears of profound, indescribable joy and happiness as he realized that she, Molly Wesley, was. Was his mother, in all but name and blood. She had been the foremost adult woman in his life since before he had even known her. The one he looked to for guidance, how to treat people, how to act, as he had been a teenager. Even, at times, when he had been most furious at her for her own shortcomings and foibles, like when she’d believed Rita Skeeter’s lies about Hermione mere weeks after telling him what kind of woman Skeeter was, and the stories she told.
Molly Weasley was imperfect, yes, but she was also unfailingly kind, generous, supportive, and above all else, loving. She was the best mother he’d ever really known.
So for the third time in his young life, Harry let himself weep in her lap, in her arms, while she awkwardly held an uneaten cookie in one hand, and rubbed his back with the other, murmuring soft words of support and love.
The sun had set when next Harry raised his head, though the window showed the sky still a vibrant mix of purples and oranges, as deep twilight slowly gave way to full on night. “Sorry,” he said quietly, “I… I kind of soaked your shirt. And your skirts.”
“Nonsense,” Molly replied quietly, and as Harry pushed his way to his feet, his knees now quite done with being on the floor thank you, she stood too, and pulled him into another hug. This was softer, gentler, than he could ever remember getting from the woman. “You clearly needed that. And, Harry, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t… well, I needed it to. I’ve loved you as one of my own for a long time, now. It’s rare- too rare, for me- that I get to act on it with you. So thank you for my part, and I promise, there’s no need to say sorry. I’m glad I was able to be there for you.”
“I… I still…”
“Oh, Harry, you sweet, sweet boy,” she almost giggled, separating so she could put her hands on his shoulders and look into his eyes, “You are far too, well, good, for your own good! You give, and give, and do so much, and you never say a word. Never ask for anything yourself. Never… never stop to think that…”
Molly sniffled, “That you need help sometimes, too. We’re all human, Harry. Wizard, Witch, Muggle… even Winky and Dobby, who’re elves, have emotional needs, you know. It’s okay to get help, to lean on other people. You don’t have to be the strength for everyone. We all share that. That’s… that’s part of being grown up. No one should have to go it alone.”
“Thank you,” Harry replied hoarsely. “I… I didn’t know I need to hear that.”
“Of course, love, of course. Any time. We’re all behind you- yes, even Percy. He sent an owl, did you hear? Something about a rumor he heard of a donation a few days or a week ago. Said he pointedly ‘doesn’t know who the mysterious benefactor is, but wants them to know that he and his department appreciate the support for a vastly underfunded branch of our local government, and that he very much approves of the increased interest in our shared civic duty.”
“Sounds like Percy,” Harry laughed, and pulled away a bit more to wipe the water from his eyes.
“Yes, well… he is my son, I’ve heard his voice rather a lot in his lifetime,” Molly giggled again, “And I’m proud to call you my boy too, Harry. I truly am. Arthur and I both love you very much.”
“Thank you. I love you both, all of you, too.”
A few minutes later, still watery-eyed, Molly left him alone with a quiet, “I expect dinner will be done shortly. I’m… Ginny can stay here tonight. She’ll be wanting to come after her chores are done tomorrow anyway, to help out. And she misses you.”
Harry could only smile and nod.
Harry woke the next morning to a familiar sensation, though it wasn’t one he’d felt in several days: a warm, wet orifice on his morning wood.
Whoever was blowing him was doing a spectacular job, but was neither Hermione nor Lilith. Likely, they’d taken lessons from the first, or maybe both. He was achingly hard, and were it not for the soft muscle that flickered back and forth across him as they bobbed up and down, it would have been painful.
But as most men can tell you, the harder you get the more painful… yet if one was receiving pleasure, even just their hand, the harder one got the better it felt. It felt very, very good.
“About to cum,” he announced to whoever it was.
He was almost disappointed when the mouth was immediately replaced by a hand, which made schlicking noises as it pumped him from bottom to top and back rapidly, angled straight upward. To his left, a body shifted, and on his right, someone sighed, voice low and husky, “Ooh, yes, I want to see it.”
Harry frowned. He didn’t… no, he did recognize that voice, but it wasn’t one he expected. “Pansy…?”
“Yes, lover,” the girl replied, “Now shush, I want to watch you c-”
He grunted, and let loose, unwilling to hold back any more. All around him, he heard feminine voices gasp. “Wow,” or, “So high, look at that,” or, “Merlin!”
The unexpected noises, when he’d slept so soundly, caused Harry’s eyes to fly open. The body on his left had been Ginny, and that was where she’d fallen asleep, though they had only been cuddling, with the red-head even wearing a nightshirt (his old, fourth-year Quidditch jersey, in fact), though she was predictably leaking semen at the time. Now, she was dressed for the day, wearing a tight t-shirt that said Miso Cute, with a bowl of some sort of ramen-like dish on it in a cutesy style of art, and slightly worn jeans.
Pansy, on his right, cooed as she reached out to his belly and scooped up some of his semen, then turned to let him watch as she dropped the dollop onto her tongue with a mirthful smile, “Thanks, Harry. You always do taste really good, it’s a nice treat, you know?”
“Ooh, share,” three different voices spoke over each other, and soon there were what felt like a dozen hands scooping the white goo from Harry’s stomach, his thighs, or up the still semi-hard shaft.
Harry could barely focus on that, though, as he stared at the young woman between his legs. “K- Katie?”
She had just one line of cum that hung from her nose, and as she had pulled back, it must have swung down to cross her lips in a diagonal line. A line which broke as she grinned, then spoke, “Heya, Harry. Having a good morning?”
“I’ve certainly had worse,” he chuckled, then glanced around. In addition to those closest to him, there were Hermione, Lilith back in her usual form, but also Tracey, Daphne, Parvati and Padma Patil, Fleur, Luna, and Romilda, all crowded onto the huge bed, or standing just past it. Almost everyone one of the girls was sucking on a finger or two, with just two exceptions.
Daphne Greengrass, who so far as he knew had only tasted him once on their first night together, the night he’d Summoned and Contracted with the Succubus, and the quietest one of the lot, far at the back all-but hiding behind Hermione: Susan Bones.
“Not- I’m not complaining,” Harry told them as he pulled his waist back to sit up against the headboard, suddenly mindful that all of them were quite dressed, even Lilith, while he was, as always when he slept these days, quite nude. “But what’re you all doing here?”
The girls shared a glance, but it was Ginny who answered for them after several seconds and dozens of looks passed back and forth. “Hermione’s idea, at first, but I suppose all of us were more than interested. We, well… we want to talk, Harry. All of us. And we decided since you were being a sleepy-head, that we’d make sure you had a good start to your day.”
“Well, I’m not complaining about that,” he laughed, “That’s… really, Katie, that was amazing. I’m a little surprised to know you… well, that you were willing to do it in front of everyone.”
Katie grinned as she leaned forward to pat his cock, then laughed, “I hate to burst your bubble, Harry, but every girl in this room had your cock in their mouths before me, except for Greengrass. She kissed the tip, at least.”
Harry’s eyes widened as he looked over at the blonde, who blushed deeply, “D- Don’t read too much into it, Potter. I was- I was just feeling left out.”
“I’m not complaining,” he chuckled, “Though I’m a bit chilly without all of you cuddling close. Mind if I get dressed? Or should we just talk now?”
“No, get dressed,” Hermione said with a laugh of her own, “It’s a nice day, and we thought we’d go out and have breakfast on the veranda. Some have already eaten, but that’s what tea is for. Early tea, late brekkies- you slept in again, somehow. It’s nearly ten.”
Harry’s eyes widened, “Really? That’s two days in a row.”
“Overworking, probably,” Pansy said, shaking her head, “You really have been working very hard. But come on, hop up. Shower, dress, we’ll be downstairs. Or… no, downstairs.”
“Alright, see you ladies in a bit.”
Harry stayed while he watched fourteen young women he was growing increasingly fond of, if he wasn’t already in love with them, as they blew him kisses or waved and blushed, or something in between as they filed from his bedroom out into the top-floor hall.
He had rarely showered so quickly, though he was quite nervous about what they wanted to talk about, too. Had he been too rough with them a couple days ago, with the chain-shagging in the playroom? Were they simply missing him, as he was missing them?
Had some or any of them decided that they didn’t… want to be together, any more?
No, he told himself as he toweled off, that was ridiculous. Not with the lot of them taking turns sucking him off while he slept. Their emotions had all been carefully controlled, too, and even as he flexed his extra senses, he felt two of them, Padma and Romilda he thought, clamp down on what they had been feeling so he couldn’t get a good read.
“Lilith, dearest Pet, have you been schooling my girls in how to mask their emotions from me?”
“A bit, Master, but don’t you worry. You’ll be more used to it soon, and it’ll help make you better at it with others. Besides, we have a surprise for you, and I didn’t want them to give it away. How much longer…?”
“Just about dry, then I only have to dress. I’ve already brushed. What’s for brekkies?”
“Me, as always, Master,” Lilith shot back at once, with an image of her cute, bare pussy spread open between dainty fingers in the Great Hall- one of his own earlier memories of her- pushed into his mind. “But no, it’s the usual fare. Eggs, toast, ham instead of bacon, and some sort of flat pastry Fleur taught Winky how to make this morning. It’s quite tasty, rather like a light pancake.”
Harry grinned, and hurried even faster to dress.
By the time he made it downstairs, his watch read 10:17, since he had been stopped twice by Clementine, and another of the rescuees he could not remember the name of. Mary? Margaret? Michelle? It was an M-name, at least, he was reasonably sure.
He found his girls sitting not on the party-sized tables on the veranda, but just below it on the green, grassy hillside next to the stone path that led down toward the greenhouses and garden maze. “Good morning once again, ladies.”
They hadn’t bothered with blankets to sit on, though the food rested on a plain white sheet, and each of them were sitting casually as they had gathered around in a semi-circle that was almost closed, leaving him the spot closest to the house. The hill was gentle enough here, near the top, that even those furthest down were just a couple inches below him, and as Harry settled himself criss-crossed on the ground, he found himself presented with marmalade toast, a slice of ham, and a curled pastry, he assumed the one Lilith had mentioned, that dripped with something that looked and smelled like a caramel glaze.
“Okay, that all looks tasty, but let me start with the ham. Don’t want too much sugar, and put me off my appetite,” Harry chuckled, accepting Pansy’s offering.
He supposed it was no shock that Hermione was on his right with the toast, Pansy beyond her, and Lilith and then Ginny on the left, with the other girls moving out. Or, for that matter, that the Patils were the furthest from him, opposite the circle. “We can talk while we eat, if you prefer, or wait. I’m in no hurry, this is you ladies’ show.”
“It’s a serious topic,” Daphne spoke for the group this time, “But I think we’d all like to snack and have our tea as well. These crêpes are delicious, Fleur.”
“Thank you,” the half-Veela said with a smile, “zh-though I cannot take full credit. Winky is an excellent patisserie, and learns quickly. She made zh-this batch, as well, I only supervized.”
“Then she had a good teacher, too,” Parvati added, “Because Greengrass is right. I think I’ve a new favorite food.”
For a few minutes, everyone was quiet as they ate through the piles of small sandwiches, buttered toast, jams, and crêpes, with or without the fruit, caramel, or even whipped cream. Harry was famished, far more than he had expected or even noticed until he had been presented with food, and for a while, thought the girls might mistake him for Ron with how quickly he was eating.
But none of them said a thing, nor did they even seem surprised, if any noticed at all. Instead, every time his hands ran empty, there was something else ready for him, prepared by one or the other of the circle of beauties that wanted to talk.
Eventually, the food ran out, and there was nothing left for them to do except sip tea and look at each other, or more often, him. When Harry set down his own empty cup and looked around, it seemed to be a signal they were waiting for.
They probably were, he realized as the girls all turned their attention to him at once, as if they’d been expecting it, watching for him to do just that. Am I that predictable? Or do they- or just a few of them- know me that well?
“It’s all of the above, Master,” Lilith giggled in his mind, though her expression was as neutral as anyone else’s.
“Hm. I just realized you’re yourself,” he told her to help break the ice, “Or at least, I mean you aren’t Lilian today. Decided the other ladies are fine knowing what you are?”
Lilith shook her head, “No, it’s not that. Most of them would probably prefer not to know, really, it’s just that their needs are less important to me than yours. And you prefer me like this. So, for this conversation, I’m myself as you prefer me. Nothing more complicated than that.”
“Fair enough, I suppose. Alright, ladies… what’s up?”
He was surprised when it was Lilith who continued talking, answering his question with one that was just as unexpectedly long-winded. “Master, you probably aren’t aware, but every one of these ladies, including Katie and Susan, were here at least at one point yesterday, helping out. Hermione spread the word along with Ginny’s help about what was happening, and most of them came running without being asked. Came to help you, help them. They came because they see you as family, and many of them were upset that you didn’t think to ask for their help yourself.”
Harry frowned, “I didn’t want to put this on them. It’s not their problem, I’m the one who-”
He went quiet when Hermione touched his shoulder on one side, and Ginny reached around Lilith to do the same on the other.
It was still the Succubus who continued talking, though. “Master… Harry. We love you, each of us, in our own way. Maybe it’s a small way, maybe it’s mostly just friendship with some side benefits, or even anticipation of side benefits. Maybe we want it to be more, and maybe we don’t, on an individual basis. But we, all of us, know what we’re getting into, here. Susan and Daphne want to have their own Contracts with you because of who you are. We know you. We know the man you are, and the man you’re becoming. More importantly…”
Lilith sighed, a gesture he was not used to seeing from her, and watched as her violet eyes turned move vibrant purple as she looked up at the bright blue sky, then back down at him with moist rims. “We are your family. We chose, already, each of us, and we choose it again, each day. We want to be with you, through thick or thin. We want to help.”
“I think what Lilith is trying to say,” Pansy said quietly, “is that all of us, and yeah, Lavender too, we want to share your burdens. To help make your load light, and even to spend productive time with you. I know Hermione, Fleur, and Lilian were down with the ladies yesterday, getting things organized, but… honestly, Romilda and I? We felt left out. I don’t mean to make you feel bad, Harry, but we both wanted to help… we just didn’t know how, or what to do, and we didn’t want to add to your burden by asking.”
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, reaching out to take her hand over Hermione’s lap, and then leaning over the blanket to take Romilda’s too. “I never… it never even occurred to me that you would… but I know it should have. You are both beautiful people, inside and out, and I should have expected that you’d want to… so I’m sorry. That’s my mistake, definitely. It won’t happen again.”
“Honestly,” Lilith replied with a cheeky grin as he returned to where he was sitting, and Hermione and Ginny lay their hands on his shoulders again, though he hadn’t let go of Pansy’s hand. “You probably will. But we’ll be here to help get you back on track. Because we love you. You keep us going in the right direction, and we’ll do the same. That’s what family does, as I understand it. Even among my people.”
Something about that made Harry’s head cock to the side. “Your people…? Didn’t you have a family, on your own plane?”
Lilith shrugged, a sad little one, but shook her head. “They… well, no. I didn’t. I had parents, of course, but one was taken when I was very young, on a Contract, and never returned. The other was… well… exiled? No, that’s not the right… the translation is a bit awkward. Excoriated…? No, that’s even worse. Excised? That’s close, but… hm. Expelled. That’s the word. There was an incident. Politics among my people… I was about fifteen as you count years, still very much a child. It’s not abnormal for us to be effectively raised in a creche, but most of my kind at least know their parents, I can barely remember mine.”
Harry’s arms were around hers in an instant, “I’m sorry,” he whispered, again and again, as his own pain came surging once more to the surface in a huge wash of sympathy.
But Lilith sent back only reassurance and peace, though she hugged him tightly too. Once he finally let go, she was only a little misty again as she said, “I made my peace with it a long time ago, Master, by your reckoning. I imagine in five or ten years you’ll be where I’m at now as far as that goes, so don’t feel bad for me. I do know a bit about what your life has been like, for that, but that’s all over now. You have two sets of adults who love you as if they were your own, and you know I can play the part if needed, and Remus as well. Oh, and Sirius, too.”
He chuckled along with the others who were in on the not-so-subtle joke about his godfather’s maturity.
“But you also have us,” Hermione said quietly. “I know I’ve said this before. You’ve asked. I don’t care if it’s official or not, but Harry, I’m with you. We all are. Forever. I’ll carry your children, I’ll stay by your side. In name, or not, wed or not.”
“Me, too,” Ginny whispered. “As fun as all the kinky sex is, you’re the guy I fell for. I’m never going to stop that.”
Harry looked around the circle slowly, and as he did, every single one of the girls nodded. Even Daphne, though she blushed as she did, and was one of the few who said nothing.
When he had gone, well, full circle, all Harry could do was bow his head humbly, until he could finally work up the strength to say, “I love you all, as well. Yes, in varying degrees and ways, at least for now, but… I am humbled, truly humbled, by the depth of care and compassion you… you… fuck. I’m so bad with words, sometimes. I just… you, every one of you, makes me want to be a better person. And… I guess that’s what I really wanted to say.”
“Nah,” Ginny laughed quietly, “We know there’s more, but you don’t need to say it, Harry. We know. We all know. Even Ron would know, the daft, emotionless git.”
“Rude,” Romilda pouted.
Harry alone, of them, knew why, since her loyalty was now very much tied to Ron, as it was to him, but he still appreciated her strange, twisted, mind-broken loyalty all the same. As much as she was of her previous self, as much as he wished that would return if only to absolve him of a little more guilt over what he and Ron had done to her, he was still grateful that she was there, with the other ladies, at his side.
He was going to need them.
“Alright, well… what’s on the agenda for today, then?”
“Nozhing,” Fleur answered, “You are taking zhe day off. Relaxing. The ladies are being cared for by Maman Weasley, and ‘Ealer Tonks, and Madame Pomfrey, and are being taken in groups of four to zhe Auror Office for additional questions. You are to relax, ‘Arry. You ‘ave worked too hard zhese last few days.”
“But I-”
“No buts,” Pansy chided, “Except our jiggly ones, maybe. It’s Healer’s Orders, from both me and Profess- er, Healer Tonks. As your resident staff Healer, she’s in charge of your health, too.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed, “What do you mean resident Healer? The orphanage isn’t even fully furnished, so-”
“Ah, I may have taken the liberty of asking her to sign a few documents this morning,” Hermione said coyly, “You know, as your- one of your- future spouses. And Lilian, of course, as your secretary was more than happy to procure them.”
Lilith added with a smile of her own, “And she was more than happy to sign. She’s still going to stay at St. Mungo’s for now, of course, until you’re ready for the children, but apparently she already sent an owl with her notice, and will talk to her supervisor this evening.”
He was about to keep protesting, but Daphne held up an imperious finger as she pulled Tracey tightly against her with the other arm, “It’s done. My father is also going to be sending a few others documents for others to sign, based on the contracts he uses, in the next few days, possibly this afternoon. Aside from accepting the employment on behalf of your family business, consider the matter closed. Your only work is to get to know the employees, if necessary, with a conversation, and to sign your own part of any such documentation. If that even happens today. Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Harry replied quietly, causing most of the girls to giggle at once, and the rest to join in, as for the first time, Daphne’s reputation came crashing down on him, instead.