The morning before Harry's decision.
Anastacia Greengrass loved to sew. It helped her ignore the aches.
She pushed the needle down and pulled it up, repeatedly piercing the fabric, feeling the thread slide smoothly through the punctured openings. She was in her bedroom, where she spent most nights. Lord Greengrass never cared for her company unless it was to let out his urges— lust, or rage.
Only in privacy did Anastacia feel comfortable in short-sleeved robes. She hated for others to see her arms. She herself wouldn't have looked at them if they weren't attached to her body, but there was no getting around that. Her arms were unsightly. Bruises and welts had no place on a well-behaved lady.
Anastacia wasn't that. She was always raising a fuss, according to her husband. That's why she deserved it. She must, because it kept happening. It was her fault for making him angry. All her fault.
"Oh!" Anastacia cried out.
She had pushed her needle too far and too hard. Blood welled from the tip of her finger. Anastacia stared at the growing red dot until it ran off the side of her fingertip, red droplets falling on her sewing work.
Someone knocked on the door.
Anastacia flinched. She stared at the oaken surface. The elves never called for her this way, and her husband didn't ask. If it were him, the door would already be open.
"Daphne? Astoria?"
"Sorry to disappoint, Ma'am, but I'm neither."
It was the Potter boy. Why…?
"I will be with you in a moment."
Anastacia's head spun as she lurched up and swapped her robes for something that would properly encompass her body. It took her minutes, but the boy waiting for her never grew impatient.
Finally, she answered the door.
"May I help you?" Anastacia asked.
"I hope so," Harry said. "I wanted to see you. Can I come in?"
"That would not be advisable."
This boy had angered her husband. He had no idea what Lord Greengrass was capable of. It would be so much better for both of them if they ended this conversation before they drew his ire. But Anastacia lacked the courage to shut the door.
"One of my strengths is not being advisable," Harry said. "I do a lot of stupid things, but I make it work. Call it a kind of charm."
He stepped forward like he was going to walk inside anyway. Anastacia reacted, her hands shooting up to stop him. But that had been his plan all along.
Anastacia found her wrist in his grasp. He was gentle, but she couldn't pull back from his touch, even when her sleeve was pushed back, exposing her arm. Shame filled her for every bruise.
"I thought so," Harry said. "The signs were there."
"It's my fault," Anastacia said. "If I could just behave better—"
"I'm sure that's what he says." Harry looked at her, tilting his head. "Have you considered that he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about?"
Anastacia flinched. "You can't speak like that! He'll hurt you."
"I'd actually love to see him try. I think it would be a great laugh," Harry said. "But forget about him. He gave his word that he wouldn't get mad over this. And remember, he's not a Muggle bastard who would besmirch his name… or whatever it was that he said."
Anastacia did her best to remember the first day this strange child appeared. Her eyes widened. "But he said that about which—"
"Greengrass I would chose? I'm making my choice… If you'll accept it."
Harry stooped, pressing his lips to the back of her hand. Anastacia gasped— at first because of the gesture, then for what followed it. Every bruise on her arm melted. Old aches she thought would never stop were healed. Her entire body was put into perfect condition in an instant. It was beyond anything the most skilled medi-witches would be able to pull off.
"What do you say?" Harry asked.
In the face of such an impossible situation, Anastacia's reservations disappeared. And her inhibitions followed them.
Harry could somehow tell what she was thinking just by looking at her eyes.
"We have hours before it's time to meet the others," he said. "Do you have any ideas on how to fill the time?"
Anastacia pulled him into the room, slamming the door in his wake.
Present moment.
Anastacia moved her head with erotic precision, glueing her lips to the bottom of Harry's manly shaft and pulling back. She either hadn't noticed her audience or she didn't care if her family watched. She bobbed her head, gurgling each time she took Harry in her throat. Eventually she moved her lips all the way up to his cockhead, tightening the suction and licking his slit. She'd applied fresh lipstick just to mark Harry's manhood properly. Additional kiss marks were visible all over Harry's abs and upper thighs.
Popping off his cock, Anastacia stroked Harry's shaft and looked at him with a passionate gaze her husband had never earned. They had been going at it long before the rest of the Greengrass family entered the room. Harry reached his limit, depositing a creamy facial over Anastacia's visage. The woman caught what she could in her mouth and relished the rest as it dripped from her chin.
"You have besmirched my honor with your wild antics!" Lord Greengrass said.
"Heh, that's not all I besmirched," Harry said. "Get it? Because I came on your wife's face—"
"En guard, cretin!"
Lord Greengrass whipped his wand out with intent to duel. He turned his body to make it a smaller target, starting to cast his best curse in a fantastic demonstration of his experience.
"Wow Daphne!" Harry said. "Your dad really is powerful!"
Concerned and confused and frightened, Daphne only stared back.
"He can even fly!"
As Lord Greengrass's curse reached the tip of his tongue, Harry pointed at the ceiling. The patriarch's body shot up with so much force that his head broke through the ceiling. Everything below the neck swayed slightly as dust and plaster drifted down onto the floor.
"I protected his head some," Harry said. "He's probably not dead."
Lady Greengrass giggled, drawing a handkerchief out of somewhere in her dress and dabbing at her cum-covered face.
"You… This… This wasn't the plan!" Astoria said. "If you picked me then everything would have been resolved!"
"For you," Harry said. "And Daphne would have been shipped off to play wife to an inbred ferret with the world's largest ego. If I picked Daphne, it would've been the opposite. I didn't like the choices, so I took the third option.
"Bedding our mother?" Daphne asked.
"Well, that. But also ending this stupid game. Why play along anymore? Because your father wants it? Who cares. He's not so scary."
It was hard to argue when Lord Greengrass was doing his best chandelier impression.
"Don't you understand, girls?" Lady Greengrass asked. "You don't need to live the life that I have. It brings no joy."
She already confessed her story to Harry while the two of them were entwined in her bed. She had been born Anastacia Greengrass, competed the way her daughters were now, and lost. She was married to the second son of the Nott family, who took her name to assume the position of lord. Whether it was insecurity about not being born into the family or if it was just his cruel nature, he never treated her kindly. But there was nothing she could do. This was her loser's fate.
"Don't share my story," Lady Greengrass said. "Make your own."
"Mother…" Daphne looked genuinely moved. Astoria looked away, hiding her eyes in case they were too honest.
Anastacia smiled warmly… And beckoned them over.
"A day like this one deserves a celebration," she said. "What was that, Astoria, about offering your virginity to dear Harry here?"
Astoria blushed bright pink. "It was a sound strategy."
"That's all you gave him?" Daphne asked.
"Well what did you do?" Astoria said. She developed a suspicious glare. "Wait, is this why you can't walk today?"
"Let's just say that I have my methods," Daphne said.
She limped toward Harry and her mother, answering the summons. Astoria followed, doing an impressive job of acting like she didn't want to.
"If the two of you are going to live proper lives, you must know the important skills," Anastacia said. "Like lovemaking."
"Why would that be an important skill?" Astoria demanded.
"Careful, sister. Your embarrassment is showing," Daphne said. "If you already offered yourself to Harry then there's no reason for you to be uncomfortable. Don't tell me you still have a childish mentality about such things?"
"What does it matter to you?" Astoria said. "I'm a pureblood lady! This isn't proper."
Anastacia touched Astoria's cheeks, holding her and making the girl look into her eyes.
"Please, forget about what is and isn't proper," Anastacia said. "That is the best advice I can give you as a mother. Sometimes, you have to do what you want, no matter what others think."
"...In that case…" Daphne said.
She waddled in between Harry and her mother and kneeled. Daphne smirked at Harry. There was a weight off her shoulders without the deal hanging over them. It spoke volumes about the way Lord Greengrass treated his family that none of them cared about his suspended state. Even Astoria was only concerned about her future prospects.
Daphne's neck undulated as she moved it along Harry's knob. He smiled at her and took his shirt off, completing his nakedness. Daphne responded by opening the top half of her robes. She managed to unclasp her bra without letting Harry out of her mouth.
Astoria pursed her lips when she saw the size of Daphne's breasts.
"I can't believe you're doing this in front of me," she said.
Anastacia rubbed Astoria's shoulder. "You're free to leave. But I don't think that you will. You're waiting for your turn, aren't you?"
"I— With him?" Astoria said. "Why would I… If the deal is off, of course I wouldn't care—"
Anastacia smiled at Astoria and all the protestations deflated. Her mother could see through them.
Anastacia turned to Daphne. Daphne's oral abilities were slick and as well-polished as Harry's knob was becoming. Yet, she was slightly lacking in grit. She repeatedly failed to go as deep as Anastacia managed. You could tell by studying the lipstick rings they each left.
Anastacia put her hands on her older daughter. She touched Daphne's neck. She could probably feel the shape of Harry when Daphne moved her head.
"It's all about relaxing," Anastacia said. "You're doing very well, Daphne. I know that you can do just a bit better. Here. Mummy will help you."
One of her hands moved from Daphne's throat to the back of her blond head. Anastacia pushed gently.
"Ulllllk— Glack!" was the sound from Daphne's throat as she went past her limits. Her lips matched the final ring her mother had left around the base of Harry's shaft. Her eyes watered, but Daphne lingered after her mother stopped pushing.
"Good, good girl," Anastacia said. "Mummy is so proud."
The words of praise spurred Daphne on. The elder Greengrass daughter maintained the depth that she was at for as long as she could take. Forgoing air, she nearly passed out before she finally retreated.
Thick saliva trails ran from her mouth to Harry's dick, like cables off a suspension bridge. She hadn't managed to make him cum, but that was mostly down to the activities he and Anastacia had already gotten up to before her daughters arrived, leaving Harry's balls a little low an ammo.
"...fuck," Astoria said.
She was in her best dress, but she had shifted it to get a hand on her pussy. She was fingering herself while watching her sister choke.
"Exactly right!" Anastacia said. "In a situation like this, abandon shame. It will be much more fun that way. Come, girls. Let's make today count."
Anastacia was the first to strip. In her youth her body must have been identical to Daphne's, only with brown hair the color of Astoria's. Now, after two children, her breasts had swelled and her stomach put on a few pounds. She was not fat — never — but she wasn't quite slim. Be it in the stomach, or her meaty bum.
Anastacia bent over in front of Harry, beckoning him with her pussy. Astoria gaped at the slutty display, but Daphne followed their mother's example.
Harry knew Daphne's body intimately. He was familiar with every one of her curves and their loveliness. While her breasts were a size smaller than her mother's, they retained more of their bounce. She smirked at Harry, her face still spitty. She bent over to match her mother.
"Confound it!" Astoria cursed.
She ripped off her clothes. Her fingers had been busy between her legs. Harry saw her crotch shining when she stripped. Astoria crossed her arms over her breasts, by far the smallest of the three, and bent over as well.
Daphne was on her mother's left side, Astoria on the right. All of them were bending over for Harry, but not quite in the same way.
Astoria, the inexperienced young lady that she was, had an almost straight back. She looked like she'd been doing pushups and had just stopped to catch her breath. Harry would wager she didn't even realize she was doing anything wrong.
Daphne was better. She had arched her back, keeping her head lower than her bum and coaxing Harry to make use of her entrance.
Then there was Anastacia. Her chin was all the way on the floor, making her arse look better than ever. Her back had the slope of a grade-a rollercoaster. Harry whistled quietly.
All the same, he chose to start with Astoria.
"Hah! I knew you liked me best!" Astoria said as soon as she heard him behind her.
"I'm just the kind of guy who likes to eat dessert last," Harry said. "That's all."
"Isn't that most people?" Daphne asked.
"...Wait your turn," Harry said, because he didn't have a clever answer.
He shot a small spark of magic at Daphne's arse, stinging it. Daphne giggled and wiggled her hips. "I should tease you more, if that's your response."
"Why are you talking to her? Focus on me—eeeeee~" Astoria said.
Harry had moved his hips forward. The cock that the Greengrasses struggled to suck on speared into Astoria. It reached the petite girl's womb. She had felt it before, but that didn't mean she was prepared for this.
"Wait! I… Oooohhhhh… I'm not— I can't keep up~"
Harry didn't wait. Astoria's mouth was saying one thing while her body told him another. She was beginning to arch her back properly as instinct took over. Doggy style was different from missionary. The penetration was increased, and the sensation along with it.
"Were you always so… gargantuan?" Astoria asked. "It feels as if a gorilla is rutting with me!"
"Not so proper now, are you?" Daphne asked.
"Piss — ah! — off, Daphne."
"Girls, play nice," Anastacia said. "There's no need to bicker. You aren't competing anymore, remember? I won't pit you against each other ever again."
Her daughters went silent. They had been raised in a tradition that ensured one would thrive at the expense of the other. From the earliest of ages they had been opponents first and sisters second. To think that it was no longer the case was… thought provoking.
Of course Astoria couldn't stay silent for long, quickly moaning.
"Let's celebrate this occasion!" she said. "Do it inside~"
Harry grabbed her arse with a hand on either cheek. He smirked and started to pull, dragging Astoria into every thrust he gave her. Her moans turned into shrieks. Daphne looked over, brimming with curiosity and impatience for her own turn. Anastacia stroked Astoria's hand.
"You can do it, my flower," Anastacia said soothingly. "Don't pass out. You'll enjoy it more the longer that you last."
"F-Fuck!" Astoria cursed.
No more aloofness, no more ladylike behavior. She wasn't even trying to barter like the night she visited Harry's guest room. She just wanted a good stern fucking exactly the way that she was getting it.
"Since you made such an earnest request…" Harry said.
Harry might've described Anastacia as the dessert waiting at the end, but Astoria still got her own creampie.
He thrusted a handful of times after cumming to make sure he spread all his seed throughout Astoria's insides. Just as he decided he was done, something touched his foot.
Daphne was reaching her leg across, poking him the only way that she could reach him. He met her eyes. She smiled back— still relieved because the marriage deal was off, but hitting the limit of her horniness.
Harry pulled out of Astoria, leaving her to leak what he'd deposited in her. Harry moved past Anastacia, who waited patiently, and went to Daphne.
"This is already the best day of my life," Daphne said. "I'd like to remember this. Do it hard."
In her desperation to win Harry over the night before she might've discovered a new kink. "I never disappoint a lady," Harry said.
He grabbed Daphne's hair, pulling her neck back.
"Ooooooh! Heh heh~" Daphne giggled. She wiggled her hips, enticing him, before Harry entered her.
Daphne's pussy wasn't as tight as her arse had been, of course, but that didn't make it loose. It was delightful to clap against her body, which was more cushioned than Astoria's. Harry wondered what Anastacia would feel like… Not that he'd be wondering long. She was next.
"He sure is vigorous, isn't he?" Anastacia said. Astoria wasn't listening, lost in her own world, so Anastacia was addressing Daphne. "It's incredible how boundless his energy is. I couldn't find an end to it, no matter how much I tried to tire him out."
Daphne glanced at her mother while Harry held her hair. Her eyes moved over Anastacia's body, spotting signs of lovemaking that she had missed before. Daphne realized that the blowjob they walked in on was far from the first thing Harry had done with her mother.
"You are a dirty dog," Daphne said.
"That's my godfather," Harry said. "I'm just a guy doing my best, bettering witches' lives one at a time."
Daphne moaned as she felt his hold on her hair tighten. "You've done a wonderful job at it today…"
Harry fucked Daphne harder than he did Astoria. It had already been overwhelming for the least experienced Greengrass. Daphne, however, could soak up thrusts as fast as Harry could dish them out. She was willing and inviting, urging him to go faster, faster, faster.
"You've grown up wonderfully, Daphne," Anastacia said, listening to the sounds her arse was making as Harry clapped it.
"Mmmmmmmm~" Daphne moaned.
Harry spanked her, getting another brilliant noise out of plush lower cheeks. Near the end with Astoria he started pulling her body toward him, but there was no need for that with Daphne. She was rocking her body on her own, maximizing the penetration.
When she sensed Harry getting close, Daphne said, "Competing or not, it isn't in my nature to lose to my sister."
"Inside, then?"
"Fill me!" Daphne commanded.
Seconds later she got her wish. When Harry pulled out, his tip dripping, Daphne allowed herself to lay down flat on her stomach. She giggled, looking back at him. Now that the weight of an arranged marriage was gone, she could smile in a way Harry had never seen from her before. It was the best she had ever looked.
"If my daughters have gone, I suppose that leaves me."
Harry turned to Anastacia. She'd maintained her perfect arch the entire time without moving once. Her body might have put on a marginal amount of weight with age, but she kept herself meticulously groomed. Her pussy was utterly hairless, along with her legs and the rest of her skin. That was probably because her husband would've hurt her if she failed to upkeep any part of it… But that was something he'd never be able to do again.
Harry didn't even need to speak. He got behind her and ran his hands over her lower back. The second that his tip touched her entrance, Anastacia rolled her hips backwards. She clapped against his body herself, doing all the work.
"Please!" she said. "It has been a long time since I did something myself! At the very least, let me handle this!"
Harry couldn't very well tell her no after hearing that.
"Go wild," he said, smiling slightly.
She certainly did that. Anastacia's arse rippled each time it clashed against his body. She went as fast — or maybe faster — than Harry had been thrusting into Daphne, and Anastacia did it without straightening her back. There really was no replacement for experience.
"Do you like my pussy?" she asked. "It's tight, isn't it?"
Harry's wince as he tried not to cum was all the answer that she needed. Anastacia laughed.
"My husband made me take potions for it. He even took me to a medi-witch specialist. I was too loose after having Daphne, he insisted. After Astoria we repeated the whole process a second time. It… hurt. But today, for the first time, I'm glad to have gone through it all. Because I can pay you back for what you've done for me."
All the things they'd gotten up to had already paid Harry back in his mind, but that probably wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"You feel fantastic," he said instead.
Anastacia giggled, throwing her arse back even faster. "Why thank you."
Harry heard something creak behind him but he didn't pay any attention to it. He watched Anastacia and burnt the view into his memories so that he'd carry it with him. Feeling her ass clap against him, Harry came to a profound realization about the universe.
Milfs rule.
Anastasia was cumming as she rocked against him. Every few thrusts her folds would swell, tremble, and contract as she orgasmed. She never stopped or even slowed. She wasn't finished until she made sure Harry felt as good as she did.
Daphne and Astoria were both laying on their sides, watching what was occurring. They'd forgotten how to speak. Even Daphne, the more experienced sister, was mesmerized by their mother's skills.
"I'm going to cum," Harry said, his breathing labored from holding himself back.
"You know what to do," Anastacia said, looking back at him with a bright smile.
He did. Harry gave up on holding it in. He allowed himself to cum what would prove to be his final orgasm of the day, his erection fading the instant cum left his tip. Anastacia moaned loudly—
As something slammed into the floor behind them.
Harry fell onto his butt in fright, pulling his softening cock out of Anastacia in the process. His final orgasm dripped from her lips the same way that her daughters were still leaking. All four of them looked back to see the cause of the noise.
Lord Greengrass had fallen from the ceiling.
His family waited with baited breath to see what his reaction would be. Lord Greengrass looked around the room, taking in every detail. His eyes finally locked onto the white liquid dripping from his wife and daughters.
A stupid grin formed on his face.
"Pwetty!" Lord Greengrass said, pointing. "Snooooow! Ish Snoooooow!"
"What do you know!" Harry said. "He is alive!"
Lord Greengrass continued to giggle and point, until something about his extended finger caught his attention, and he started studying his hands like he'd never seen it before, occasionally letting out dopey laughs.
And that's how you fix a family the Harry Potter way.