Child of Destiny

Harry walked surprisingly fast for someone with such short legs. He also had an incredible amount of stamina and a seemingly endless curiosity about everything. The adult women had been run ragged by the breakneck pace Harry had set for them all day, though their children were doing a little better.

Just about every shop in the Alley had been run through from top to bottom and all in record time. Harry had a fast eye and quick hands, normally something that his mommies appreciated very much, but under these circumstances made for very sore feet and short breath.

The other children were as excited as Harry for much of the day. Normally their parents dictated exactly where they went and what was bought, but with Harry around, it was impossible for anyone else to be in charge. Any attempt by one of the adults to steer the day in a direction that suited them better was swiftly trampled on. None of the kids had been in most of the shops and then usually only to get a few items off their mother’s grocery lists. But Harry took them through all the good parts of the store and had an uncanny knack for spotting an interesting trinket no matter where it was buried.

He was also much more liberal with his money than any of their parents would have been. Bella tottered at the back of the pack loaded with as many boxes as she could carry and a few more besides. The overloaded but determined woman stumbled along behind them, her arms groaning under a load so tall she had to peer around it to walk forward. Being rather clumsy, she slipped several times and had to recollect her boxes and restack them precariously against her plush chest. Perhaps if her tits weren’t so round and didn’t jut so far off her chest she would be able to hold things easier. No one offered to help her.

Even the women not carrying loads were sweating and thoroughly regretting the heavy robes they had chosen. Molly was having even more trouble keeping up than Bella. Her monstrous curves were good for a great many things, but gracefully navigating a crowd was not one of them. More than one hapless passerby had been knocked flat by a swinging hip or a crash with her enormous chest.

Ginny had stayed at his arm all day, cool as a cucumber and the only indication she was even a little tired was the slight red in her cheeks. She was seldom more than a few steps away from him at any given moment, even when the rest of her family were scattered off in different directions by the flow of the crowds.

Tonks was on his other side, her arm looped merrily through his. A dedicated athlete and certified quidditch nut, she had hardly broken a sweat. She seemed to have almost as much energy and drive as Harry, but he could tell even she was starting to flag.

Ron had mostly stayed close to his mother.

“I do believe we’ve covered just about every inch of the Alley,” Lily sounded out of breath but covered it well.

Andi hid her breathlessness less admirably, “Yes… ooh… indeed. I… uh… doubt there’s anything left to do.”

“And we’ve certainly spent our fair share,” Molly tried to cover her tiredness with bluster.

Bella, blinded by boxes, crashed into her sister’s back and spilled everything on the cobblestone. With a long suffering sigh, she started to gather them up again.

“Are you ready to go home, dear?” Lily asked, “I’m not sure there’s anything else to see.”

Harry scanned up and down the street. It was late in the evening and most of the shoppers had gone home by now. Many of the shops were closing and only a few groups of stragglers remained out with them. His mother was right, he couldn’t see a door he hadn’t already entered that day.

Just as he opened his mouth to say so, something caught his eye. A little pink door, nestled between two larger storefronts, that had been obscured by the many colored awnings and bright displays of the carts and stands that filled the Alley during the day. With most of the hawkers and peddlers packed up for the day, the hidden shop was revealed.

“We have one more stop to make,” he ignored the badly stifled groans as adroitly as he had ignored the women’s exhaustion, “that shop over there.”

‘That shop over there’ turned out to have a sign above it proclaiming it to be “Twillfit and Tattings.” There were no external windows and the small pink door seemed to be the only opening. Harry’s destiny sense tingled. This place was important to his fate.

Pushing the door confidently open, he strode into the little shop hidden in the wall.

At first it appeared empty. The only thing occupying the small, wood panelled room was a long counter at the back with a metal register sitting next to a small fold up section of the countertop. The room was subdued and undecorated, but managed to be elegant in its simplicity. Plush red carpets lined the floor and the wood walls looked polished.

Before anyone could say anything, a woman in flowing black robes swept through a door set in the wall behind the counter, flourishing her tastefully embroidered hems. She included the whole group in her sultry smile.

“You look for clothes?” She sounded french.

“Yes,” Harry said.

She lifted the folding section of the counter and beckoned them forward, “Come darlings.”

The smoky sounding woman led them through the back door into a larger room just as sparsely elegant as the first and three times the size. In the center of the room were three neat rows of three stools, each topped with a tasselled cushion, arranged with full length mirrors standing on each side of the square. A long bench ran the length of one wall and cabinets covered the other three. All of the cabinets were a different size and many were different shapes, all of them managing to fill the walls to leave not an inch of space wasted. The whole place screamed practical and well designed.

The woman glided to the middle of the room and waited for all of them to follow in behind her. Once they were all gathered, she spread her arms grandly, “Welcome, ducklings; I am Madame Tatting. You come for clothes, yes?”

Though she included all of them in her gestures, she seemed to address herself to Harry. Not many picked up that he was in charge right away, but she had with only a glance. Perhaps he was even more grandly impressive than he thought. Or maybe his companions were just pathetic looking enough to be taking orders from an eight year old.

“I come for clothes.”

Madame Tatting clapped her hands excitedly, “Excellent! These are your pretties, no?”

Harry nodded, “They are.”

His pretties looked a little flustered at being so totally ignored, but they couldn’t help but preen at being claimed by Harry. They really were pathetic enough to be taking orders from an eight year old.

“Wonderful,” she clapped again and gestured towards the stools in the middle of the room, “Come, pretties, all of you up!”

Lily and Bella hopped to it right away, but not before Bella carefully set her creaking tower of boxes on the end of the wall bench, taking the stools right at front. Andi hesitated a moment before doing her best to imitate Madame Tatting's sophisticated glide as she made her way to the stool on Lily’s left. She did a decent job, she was pureblood raised after all, but it lacked practice.

Molly tried to hang back, spouting feeble excuses - it was all too expensive and she really couldn’t countenance charity and when would she wear silks anyway? - but a firm smack on the bottom had her up on a stool right quick. Madame Tatting gave him an approving look at that.

Ginny and Tonks stayed on his arms while Ron took a seat on the bench with the boxes. Madame Tatting seemed to approve of him keeping some of his pretties with him, too.

She indicated the long bench, “The young master can sit there, yes? Watch his pretties?”

He bowed his head politely, “My thanks, Madame.”

She beamed.

Once she was satisfied the young master was comfortable, and he did indeed look very comfortable with Tonks curled up against his side running her hands boldly over his chest and Ginny poised next to him with her head on his shoulder, Madame Tatting turned to her charges standing slightly nervously on her stools.

Her tone with the pretties was much firmer than the one for the young master, “Strip! All clothes, off!”

The women on the stools shifted on their feet, shooting glances at one another. She didn’t really mean that, did she?

She did. With a huff of impatience, she flourished her wand at the lot of them and all of their robes blew open as if they had been hit with a strong wind. “Strip!”

They jumped to comply, shimmying out of their garments and piling them on the floor. In less than a minute, every bosom was bared and every booty was in the wind. Every booty except one.

Bella had stripped off her blouse and bra without issue, proudly displaying her wonderful breasts for all, but she had kept her panties on. Madame Tatting gave her a displeased look. “You hear bad? I said off!”

Bella rubbed her legs together nervously, her whole face scarlet. Slowly, with shaking hands, she grabbed the hem of her underwear in a white knuckled grip and slid them down her legs. The reason for her reluctance, and her embarrassment, became clear.

Nestled between her expansive butt cheeks was the thickset tail plug of her horsey costume. Her whole body shuddered with shame as she publicly bared her anal toy.

“I didn’t have time,” she stammered, “We had to go so fast and-”

Madame Tatting cut her short with a roar of distinctly unladylike laughter. “You are more than his pretty, no? His toy too? I have many things for girls like you.”

Impossibly, Bella’s face got redder.

Now that everyone was suitably unclothed and standing awkwardly on stools, Madame Tatting could get to work.

A sharp clap of her hands and a whole nest of coiled measuring tapes sprang to life like snakes. They flew through the air and split evenly among the four women, wrapping themselves around busts and bums, carefully markings hips and waists, and precisely measuring every limb.

They stood silently as the tapes worked, coiling sinuously around their bodies, often invading their more intimate areas. The tape around Lily’s breasts squeezed unnecessarily tight, indenting a flat line across both her nipples and making her top and under boob spill deliciously over it. Andi yelped in surprise as one looped between her legs, unceremoniously bisecting her exposed pussy and forcing her suddenly wet lips apart in a way that made her knees knock. Bella had a few shorter tapes wrapped around her throat and head as if being measured for headgear and she seemed to know exactly what that meant. Molly’s bum required two tapes working together to measure.

Harry was certain very little of what was going on was necessary. Madame Tatting looked to be concerned with making a show out of her clients just as much as she was measuring them. A show Harry and his girls were thoroughly enjoying. He assumed Ron was as well on the other side of the shopping tower.

Tonks leaned in to nibble on his ear, “They’re dancing for you. Four grown witches, and they all stripped off their skivvies to dance for you.” She giggled, “Will you make me dance like that, one day?”

Wrapping her arms around him from the side, she pressed her developing boobs against his shoulder and sought out a kiss. Harry allowed her to find his lips, eating up her soft gasps as she molded herself to him. Not to be outdone, Ginny went in from the other side, pressing kisses along his neck, clearly waiting her turn.

Lily narrowed her eyes at the girls cooing over her son. They were being entirely too friendly for her tastes. Harry already had a mother, and as far as Lily was concerned, that was far better than having a girlfriend. Resolving to put a stop to their foolishness that instant, she made to get down from the stool.

CRACK!

Lily nearly jumped to the roof when one of the measuring tapes whipped itself across both her tits. It hadn’t been gentle either; a red stripe was already showing across her creamy bust. She made to rub the newly tender skin but another pair of tapes wrapped up her wrists and kept her arms spread wide.

Madame Tatting tutted at her, “You go when I finish, duckling.”

Lily colored, “Excuse me! I’ll have you know-”

CRACK!

She yelped as she received another lash, this time across her bum.

“I said, when I finish!”

“But-”

Madame Tatting raised an eyebrow at her. Lily flushed crimson and bowed her head.

“When you finish.”

Madame Tatting gave her a satisfied nod and the measuring tapes released her wrists. Lily pointedly did not rub the red stripe across her tits or her arse and instead tried to pretend nothing had happened at all.

Harry had never seen anyone talk to his mother that way (besides himself of course). If she went too far he would string Madame Tatting from the rafters by her panties and leave her there for her next customer to find, but a little whipping seldom hurt anyone. Especially when you were whipping flesh that jiggled the way his mother’s did. He would have to find a way to punish the woman later, Lily Potter was inviolate, but he would let her work for now.

With a clap of Madame Tattings immaculately manicured hands, drawers banged open on all three walls. Yards of silk began to unroll themselves and scissors floated up to cut them to length. Each woman on a stood seemed to be enveloped in a small tornado of colored cloth, windings its way around her body, contorting to fit her shape.

Tatting herself walked between her subjects, tutting and making adjustments with her wand. Occasionally, she waved her hands impatiently and the cloth spun itself off again, sometimes spinning the women around as they went, and the whole process started anew.

Harry tried to keep one eye on the show and one eye on the girls who were working their hands under his shirt. He was becoming a very skilled multitasker.

It took nearly an hour of spinning, tumbling, pinning, hand clapping, bust measuring, and bum slapping before the whirlwind stopped. Molly, Andi, Bella, and Lily stood on their stools looking slightly dizzy while Madame Tatting ran a critical eye over each one. The woman had little regard for personal space, often pushing her nose right up to bums and running fingers around breasts to make sure everything fit right.

After a long moment where everyone on stools held their breath, Tatting finally nodded.

“They are finie!”

All the stools suddenly snapped towards the bench, spinning to give the sitters a display of mature curves wrapped in new silks.

Tatting seemed to have an eye for personality because Andi’s new lingerie were as tasteful and elegant as the woman herself. A simple bra and panty set in deep purple silk the color of her eyes attached by a garter belt to black stockings. A matching pair of fingerless gloves covered her arm from palm to elbow. Andi bit her lip, uncharacteristically nervous, as Harry raked his eyes over her nightclothes.

Molly’s new clothes were as explosive as her. Flame red netting criss-crossed her expansive chest with only a few solid patches of cloth under her boobs to support their massive weight. Her chubby stomach was on full display above the matching tube skirt that was as much net as it was silk. Resolving to remain dignified even while dressed like a hussy being trotted out to the pole she planted her fists on her hips and thrust out her chest.

Bella licked her lips nervously and seemed torn between preening under Harry’s gaze and dying of embarrassment. Black for the Lady Black, Bella’s bra and panties were half the size and coverage of her sister’s despite being wider at the hip and rounder in the bust than Andi. The way her bra barely even reached her nipples would have been humiliating if she was not wearing panties that covered what did not need it and exposed what she wanted covered. The entire crotch and arse had been cut away, letting her cunt drip freely down her thighs and her tail plug sway openly behind her. If nothing else, Tatting had a bit of humor about her.

But Harry’s eye was drawn irresistibly towards the center. Lily pulled at him as sure as gravity. The soft silk matched their eyes, that vibrant green setting off the fire of her hair beautifully. A thong was cut high on her hips, arching up over her waist before diving down to disappear between the lush cheeks of her bum. Her garter belt was embroidered with neat lines of flowers and attached to stockings of the same colour. Her bra was cut into lacy patterns that covered everything yet seemed to unveil it all. She alone stood at ease, her smoky gaze meeting his. She might have been flustered before, but Harry always filled her with confidence.

Harry studied them at his leisure, picking over the meat market catalogue completely at his own pace. They cut a stunning picture.

“You do good work, Madame.”

She hummed, softly pleased in the way of a crafter setting down a work well done.

“I thank you, Mr. Potter,” she bowed her head slightly, “if you will follow me to the front?”

She swept back out the door, leaving Harry to herd his party after her, the women hastily pulling robes on over their new night clothes as they shuffled out.

Once everyone was on the proper side of the front counter again, Madame Tatting rang up the total on the register. The number that dinged over the top was eye popping.

Eye popping for everyone but Harry, that is. It’s hard to surprise a boy after he’s faced a Dark Lord. He casually dropped a heavy bag of Galleons on the counter which Tatting snatched up with glee.

“It has been great pleasure,” she grinned, “I hope to have you again, Mr. Potter.”

“Yes, your work has been most satisfactory. I believe I will have need to call on you again.”

“I look forward to-”

“However,” he ran over her as if she hadn’t spoken, “there is one small matter before I go.”

Her calm smile faltered at his tone, “Of course. What is-”

She was cut off again; not by words this time, but by the full body paralysis that washed silently over her. Madame Tatting was left with her mouth gaping open, mid word, frozen where she stood.

“Your work is commendable, Madame Tatting,” Harry went on, “but your service left something to be desired.”

Her eyes darted around, slightly frantic. It was the only part of herself she could move. Firm currents of solid air formed under her arms, lifting her silently into the suddenly still air until her feet floated half a foot above the counter top.

“It would be remiss of me to return if I left you with the impression that it was acceptable to treat my mother as you did.”

Her eyes shot open in surprise. She looked as if no customer had ever dared to call her down on her bullying, much less in so dramatic a fashion. If she had a mind to apologize, she never had the chance. Harry didn’t bother to release the curse he had on her.

Whimpering quietly, Madame Tatting could do nothing as her clothes slid off her body as easily as oil off water until she floated totally bare before her small audience. The door behind her swung smoothly open and out of the doorway floated her bundle of measuring tapes.

Eyes widening even further as she realized something of what Harry intended, she could only moan. The long snakes of tape untangled themselves and began to slither around her body, wrapping themselves around her wrists and ankles, winding over her thighs, looping over her chest, and crossing over her stomach in complicated knots until she was hogtied as tightly as any sow.

Harry let her float gently down to the counter, her shivering belly flattening slightly against the cool wood, but her bonds were tight enough that she could not lay entirely flat.

To finish, he floated her panties and stockings into her mouth, making her cheeks bulge ridiculously, and tied them in place with the final measuring tape.

Only then did he release her paralysis. For all the good it did her. She couldn’t have moved a muscle even if he beat her naked body with a switch.

Lily smirked at the woman trussed up on the counter like a Christmas turkey. It served her right. When Harry was in the room, he was in charge. She wanted to see Madame Tatting punished for assuming to take control as much as for the whipping she gave her. And it always made her feel tingly between her thighs when Harry showed off.

Harry didn’t have to bend down to stay eye level with Madame Tatting, but the difference in their standing couldn’t have been clearer.

“Now, Ms. Tatting,” she winced slightly at the loss of title, “I hope I have made myself clear. I expect respect and I will not tolerate any more of the foolishness you displayed today. Do I make myself understood?”

If her hair wasn’t as tied as tightly as the rest of her, she would have nodded. She hoped her emphatic moaning into her gag got the message across.

It seemed to be satisfactory. Harry nodded, pleased at her obedience, and turned to leave.

“Until I have need of you again, Ms. Tatting. Do not disappoint me again. I will not be so lenient with you next time.”

And with that, he was out the door, leading his line of clucking hens (and Ron) out with him. And leaving her there, naked and tied tighter than a turkey, thrashing uselessly against her bonds.

And that was where Madame Twillfit found her in the morning.