Harry was very excited, as today was his birthday. He had been woken up to a kiss on the cheek from Bella and a present of a spellbook full of good dueling spells.
"Thanks, Aunt Bella. Where's Mum?" Harry had asked her, only to be met with a smile.
"She's not here. Very busy. You'll see her tonight, though, I'm sure." Bella had replied.
Now, Harry was sitting in his bedroom, alone. He was perusing his new spellbook when the familiar screech of an owl filled his ears.
Harry turned to see a rather handsome looking eagle swoop in through the window and land on the desk. Good thing Hedwig wasn't here, as she never seemed to like foreign owls arriving. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure where Hedwig was, exactly. Maybe she was off collecting a present or something from someone who wouldn't be able to attend tonight's party.
Harry had specifically told his mother that he wanted a small party, but from what he had heard, she'd ignored him and thrown him a giant bash. He wasn't too upset, in fact, he was rather pleased with how much effort his mother was putting into his birthday.
Harry took the letter off of the handsome owl's leg, and it gave him a serene sort of hoot before hopping over to Hedwig's cage, looking for treats. Harry ripped open the letter, and read it curiously. It was from Cassandra!
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! My family is coming to your birthday party tonight, unfortunately for you, but that does mean that we'll be able to see each other. I think I'll give you my gift then, make you wait for it, you know?
Now, this letter isn't just about wishing you a happy birthday, I'm afraid. My mother discovered me without my illusion charms on, and she now knows that I am pregnant. I'm seventeen as of three months ago, so it's not like she can raise too much of a fit, but she and Dad are both demanding to know who the baby's father is. I've kept your name out of it, trust me.
So, when I show up tonight, I will be pregnant-looking, as I was strictly forbidden from concealing it again. Just so that I've warned you. Make sure you act surprised.
Love,
Cassie
Harry sat back in his chair, stunned a bit. So, Cassandra's going to be publicly pregnant now? Wow. That was quite an interesting birthday surprise.
There was a knock at the door, and Harry's head whipped up.
"One sec!" Harry called. He crumpled up Cassandra's note and shoved it in his pocket, then scrawled a quick reply and sent the owl on its way.
"Can I come in now?" Lily's teasing voice came through the door.
"Yeah. Sorry, I wasn't dressed." Harry lied.
Lily opened the door, and Harry was momentarily breathless. Lily looked stunning, in truth.
She wore a dark green dress that complimented her hair and eyes. It had a wide and low neckline, baring off her chest and some tantalizing cleavage.
Lily had some rather generous breasts, after all, and the dress clung to her equally generous ass and wide hips.
"You look beautiful, Mum." Harry said, realizing he needed to quickly stop ogling. Lily gave him a bright smile.
"Thank you, sweetie. You look very good, too." Lily said, acknowledging Harry's state of dress. He had no idea what sort of party Lily had arranged, but he'd been told to dress nice. He didn't feel like dress robes today, so he'd opted for a more Muggle style of formalwear.
"I can't believe my baby is thirteen now." Lily sighed, walking forwards. Harry grinned.
"It feels like it's been a long time coming." Harry said.
"Mhm. I've been dreading it." Lily sighed, extending her arms. Harry, with slightly impure eagerness, reached out, too, and the last living Potters embraced tightly.
"Why?" Harry wondered, noticing abruptly that Lily's dress was backless. His fingers grazed along her bare back, and he could have sworn his mother shivered a little.
"Oh, you being this adult just makes me feel old." Lily laughed.
"Mum, you're 33!" Harry exclaimed.
"And?" she demanded, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips.
"Mum, you are anything but old." Harry said firmly. She gave him a tender smile.
"You know what you are, though, Mum? Beautiful. It doesn't matter if one day, far from now, you do get a little old, you'll always be beautiful." Harry added.
Lily gave an aww of appreciation and surged forwards to throw her arms around Harry's neck. His own arms wrapped around her waist, and Harry found himself looking at his mother's eyes. He had grown a few inches over the summer, but she still had a couple inches on him.
They were very close together, Harry realized. Lily's lips were shiny with some kind of lip gloss, and Harry found his own lips twitching a little.
Harry looked back at his mother's eyes, and saw nothing but love in those eyes.
"Happy Birthday." Lily whispered, and then she drew back just slightly before hesitating.
Harry felt a roaring in his ears, and his heart felt like it might burst from his chest, but he leaned forwards.
His lips met his mother's gently, lightly. Her lips were full and incredibly soft.
Lily let out a soft sound, but then, to Harry's amazement, she kissed back, very lightly, but she did.
The kiss didn't last long, and when Lily drew back, she looked happy but confused.
"M-Mum?" Harry asked.
"Let's go down to the party." Lily said firmly, pursing those lips that Harry suddenly couldn't take his gaze off of.
"Right." Harry said.
"We can talk after." Lily gave Harry a small smile, and he felt his heart rate pick up again.
———
Harry and Lily came downstairs into a massive party already started.
"Harry!" a voice exclaimed, and Harry turned to the speaker, and saw that it was Daphne.
She too wore a revealing green dress, but it was less elegant than Lily's. It cut off about mid-thigh, clung to Daphne's every curve, especially her breasts, which were very much shown off.
Harry had actually forgotten how busty Daphne was, and he was trying hard not to stare. Had she gotten bustier over the summer?
"Hey, Daph." Harry said, and gave the buxom blond a hug, rather enjoying the way her breasts squashed against his chest. Yes, she had definitely gotten bustier over the summer.
Her blue eyes sparkled as she drew back, her lips quirking into a smile.
"Have you seen the cake?" Daphne asked.
"No, is it good?" Harry asked. Daphne grabbed his arm and led him through the crowd.
The cake was exceptionally good in the way only magical cakes could be. It was a great green snake, and it actually seemed to be moving on the table, yet was completely made of cake.
"It's incredible." Harry breathed.
"Eh, not a big fan of the snake, but I can appreciate a work of art." said a familiar voice. Harry and Daphne both turned to see Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, walking up in a stone gray suit.
"Hey, Sirius." Harry said.
"Hey, Harry. And this must be the lovely Daphne Greengrass I've heard so much about. I don't believe we've formally met." Sirius said, extending a hand.
Daphne shook it.
"Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you too." Daphne smiled.
"Remus is here, and I know he'd be glad to meet little Harry's fiancée. Or are you too old to be referred to as little Harry?" Sirius grinned.
"I don't exactly like it." Harry said with the long suffering tone of someone familiar with Sirius. No matter what Harry said, Sirius would refer to him as little Harry until probably the day he died.
Sirius chuckled.
"I think I got you a great gift this year, Harry, better by far than, let's say a book." Sirius said with a grin.
"I guess you heard what Aunt Bella got me." Harry grinned back.
"I did. I was not impressed." Sirius said with a smirk.
"I'm expecting something great, then, Sirius." Harry said.
"You will not be disappointed. Happy Birthday." Sirius said.
Sirius was called over by Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Harry and Daphne were left alone together.
"I think the party spilled out onto your grounds." Daphne laughed.
"Do you reckon that's where Hermione and Susan are?" Harry asked, looking around the party.
"I expect so." Daphne said after a few moments. She looked slightly less cheerful, Harry thought.
"You alright?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. Let's go find our friends." Daphne said, smiling at Harry. Harry smiled back at her, and offered the blond his arm. She took it with a wider smile, and the two walked out onto the grounds, looking around at the various guests there.
"Hi, Harry. Happy Birthday!" Parvati and Padma Patil both exclaimed, the twin Indian girls waving. Harry waved back with his free hand.
Tracey Davis gave Harry a similar sentiment, and then Harry spotted Hermione by a large fountain.
"Look, there's Hermione." Harry pointed her out to Daphne.
She was wearing a lavender dress that was very tasteful. She looked a little older than Harry remembered, but unlike Daphne she didn't seem to have grown any in the assets department. She was still a beautiful girl, though, just like she had been last year.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped delightedly, and Harry dropped Daphne's arm so he could accept the bushy haired girl's hug.
"Happy Birthday." Hermione whispered in Harry's ear.
"Thanks, 'Mione. Hey, have you seen Susan anywhere?" Harry asked.
"No." Hermione shook her head, "I did see her aunt earlier talking with Bellatrix Black, though, so I figure she's here somewhere."
Harry nodded.
"Oh, Daph, I need to speak with you in private." Hermione realized.
"You do?" Daphne frowned.
"Yes." Hermione said.
"I'll leave you two to it, then." Harry said, looking between the two girls and then heading off back towards the party proper.
On the way back, Harry bumped into an older girl that he recognized as a Gryffindor Quidditch team player.
"Hey, Happy Birthday." she greeted.
"Hey. Angelina Johnson, right?" Harry asked. Angelina was a gorgeous girl with dark-skin and large brown eyes. She was a fourth year, Harry was pretty sure.
"Yep. I figure you and I will be rivals pretty soon, right?" Angelina asked, smiling.
"Yeah. I'm hoping to make Seeker." Harry nodded.
Angelina gave a broad grin.
"Well, good luck. Us Lions are tough to beat." Angelina said proudly.
"So I've seen." Harry smiled, and then moved on from the older girl.
He saw several familiar faces as he wandered through the party, including Blaise Zabini, who had Pansy on his arm.
"Harry!" Blaise exclaimed, and the two Slytherin boys shook hands. A tall, dark-skinned woman seemed to appear from thin air. This woman in question was amazingly beautiful, with a perfect heart shaped face, full lips, large breasts that were larger than Lily's and practically on par with Andromeda's, and a full, voluptuous figure. She was far from fat, but she certainly had some curve to her.
"Harry, this is my mum, Valentina Zabini." Blaise introduced.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Zabini." Harry said.
Valentina smiled at Harry, then extended her hand loftily like pureblood women often do. Harry took her hand in his and leaned down to kiss the back of her hand.
"You as well, Mr. Potter." Valentina dropped him a wink. Blaise hadn't been kidding when he called his mother gorgeous. She was insanely hot, and that wasn't even factoring in her body.
"She's a bit much." Blaise muttered after Valentina left their trio.
"I'll say." Pansy mumbled.
"So, are you two together now?" Harry asked.
"As much as we can be." Pansy nodded, "I'm still betrothed to Draco, unfortunately, so we can't have an official relationship, not a binding one anyway."
"Mum's already working to get that sorted out. She's got a knack for breaking betrothal contracts." Blaise chuckled.
"Well, I'll leave you two be. Enjoy yourselves." Harry said.
"Hang on!" Pansy laughed, and the gorgeous dark haired girl stepped away from Blaise to embrace Harry, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Happy Birthday." she said, her dark green eyes gleaming.
"Thanks, Pansy." Harry said in confusion, and Blaise led Pansy away.
Harry was now intently looking for Susan, and he caught a glimpse of a curtain of red hair, but no, that wasn't Susan. That was a girl about a year younger than Harry and bearing a bit of resemblance to Ron Weasley. She did seem to have inherited the looks, though, if she and Ron were related.
"Wotcher, Harry." Nymphadora Tonks said as she passed him, deep in conversation with a witch Harry didn't know.
"There you are!" a voice exclaimed, and Harry turned to see Susan Bones.
"I've been looking all over for you." Harry laughed, and threw his arms around Susan, and the two hugged tightly. Susan Bones was the undisputed bustiest girl in their year at Hogwarts, and was stunning with red waves of hair and warm light brown eyes.
Susan wore a sky blue dress tonight, one which highlighted her figure, as she was also rather curvy, though the sensational Patil twins might have her beat in the curves department.
"Happy Birthday!" Susan told him happily, and leaned up on her toes to kiss his cheek. Harry grinned at the short and stacked redhead, and she smiled up at him.
"This party is wild! It seems like the whole of Hogwarts is here." Susan exclaimed.
"You're telling me! I just talked to Angelina Johnson. I don't know how she got an invite." Harry laughed.
"Oh, this party wasn't invite only. Anyone could just show up." Susan explained.
"Really? That explains the crowd." Harry said, glancing around. Susan looked at Harry for a few seconds before she spoke.
"Do you wanna dance, Harry?" Susan asked.
"Sure." Harry smiled, and he took the redhead's hand, walking with her out to the dance floor, where a few couples were already dancing, including Neville's parents, Alice and Frank.
Harry slipped his arm around Susan, letting it settle on her waist while his other hand clasped hers. She put her other hand on his shoulder, and the two teens danced together.
Harry and Susan were both smiling the whole time, and Harry was oblivious to the jealous looks thrown his way by the likes of Ron Weasley, Ernie MacMillan, and Justin Finch-Fletchley, all Hufflepuff boys who figured they had the best shot at Susan because they were Hufflepuffs together.
"Frankly, the whole big party scene isn't my style. I'd rather have a smaller get together than this madness." Harry confessed to Susan.
"Oh, I'd say large parties can be fun once in a while. But don't worry, I'll personally ensure your fourteenth birthday party is quiet." Susan promised.
"Shall we Unbreakable Vow?" Harry joked, and Susan laughed.
After their dance, they went to get some butterbeer, but were intercepted by Narcissa Malfoy.
"Hello, Harry." she said without much inflection.
"Hello." Harry mumbled.
Cassandra came up beside her a few seconds later, sporting her seven month pregnant stomach. Susan have a shocked gasp, and Harry tried to look similarly shocked.
"How'd you get this pregnant this fast?" Susan asked in amazement.
"I got pregnant in December. I've been using illusion spells." Cassandra explained to Susan.
"Something that I am not happy about." Narcissa said coldly. Cassandra and Harry met each other's gaze before looking away.
———
The house slowly began to empty of occupants as younger children started getting tired, or adults simply got sick of the music and loud talking.
It was well into August first when the majority of the party had left.
Harry had long since flopped onto a couch, and was leaning against Nym, who had an arm slung loosely around him while she absent-mindedly flicked through an edition of The Quibbler.
She really was like his big sister sometimes.
Harry looked up at three approaching figures, the silvery blond Delacour ladies.
"'Appy Birthday, 'Arry!" Fleur said happily.
"Happy Birthday!" Gabrielle exclaimed, a second behind her older sister.
"Happy thirteenth, dear." Apolline smiled. Harry rose to his feet and hugged all three part Veela ladies.
After they left back for France, Harry flopped back onto the couch, and Nym turned towards him.
"You haven't opened your presents." she pointed out.
"I'm dead on my feet, Nym." Harry laughed, "I'll open them all up tomorrow."
"Aww, off to bed?" Nym made a pouty face with her heart-shaped lips, and Harry chuckled.
"Mock all you want. I'm tired." Harry yawned.
Nym made a more genuine sound of sympathy.
"Poor Harry. C'mon. Let's go get you tucked in." she teased, tucking amethyst colored hair behind her ear.
Harry glanced around the room. His close friends had gone home already, first Hermione, then Susan, and lastly Daphne.
Sirius had snuck off with a young witch at some point during the party, and Remus stood with his long-term partner of sorts and was conversing with Andromeda.
Lily and Bella were outside, cleaning up the mess on the grounds.
"Alright." Harry relented. Nym guided him up to his bedroom (not that he needed it).
Then, to his amazement, she kicked off her shoes and laid down on the bed.
"What?" she asked, catching his eye.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked incredulously.
"I don't wanna miss presents in the morning, so I figured you'd be up for sharing a bed." Nym shrugged, then rose back up to her feet, turning so that her back was to Harry, brushing her purple hair out of the way.
"Can you unzip me?" she asked. Swallowing, Harry did just that, and she peeled off her black dress.
Harry crawled into bed, changed into his pajamas, and then glanced over at Tonks.
Her large breasts were contained in a lacy turquoise bra, and she wore matching panties.
The bra did very little to hide how busty Nym was, but Harry doubted that she'd bought it to fit her current cup size. She changed it rather frequently, after all. He'd seen her nearly flat-chested, inhumanly large-titted, and practicallt everything in between. Perks of being a Metamorphmagus.
Nym grabbed one of Harry's shirts and tugged it down over her bust, which strained the Quidditch team logo on the front. The shirt was like a crop top on Nym, and she didn't bother to find pajama bottoms at all.
Nym joined Harry in his bed, and cuddled up behind him, and within moments, she was spooning Harry, those lovely breasts pressed up against his shoulders.
God, Tonks had such a killer body.