Harry Potter stood at the balcony of the master bedroom in Potter Estate. This was his childhood home, the place he'd spent the past fourteen years of his life living here. And that whole time, with the exclusion of the very first year of his life, it had just been Harry and Lily here. Mother and son, all that remained of the House of Potter. Harry had never thought that he'd wind up in a position like he was now. The things he had done, the people he had met... his life was something of an oddity. Even among wizards. Not many wizards had defeated an evil dark wizard multiple times before they even came of age. Most wizards did not have a veritable harem of gorgeous witches surrounding him. But Harry Potter did.
"Harry, love." a voice said behind him, and he turned to see his gorgeous mother laying on their bed, entirely naked. She was big and swollen with their child, eight and a half months pregnant, just like Astoria, who was down the hall. Since the summertime, his girls had been popping by more and more frequently. It had been Daphne, unsurprisingly, who'd gotten sick of Floo travel, especially with a pregnant little sister. Now, in late August, a good number of people had taken up residence in Potter Estate. The place was bustling, no longer a huge building kept just for two people.
Daphne and Astoria had moved in, the both of them, and they each had their own room. Astoria, being incredibly pregnant, was in the room right next to Harry and Lily's. Daphne was across the hall from them, as she and Harry both had insisted on it. Daphne wanted to be in the same bed as Harry, actually, but Harry had been stunned by Lily's possessiveness. His pregnant redheaded mother had stormed up to Harry's side, wrapped her tits around his arm and told Daphne in no uncertain terms that Harry was Lord Potter, and it was Lily, not yet Daphne, who was Lady Potter. Harry had been astounded, as Lily had always been so great to Daphne before. Harry had also been surprised that Emma let her daughters move out, but as Emma pointed out, Harry was not just betrothed to her older daughter, but had saved both girls' lives multiple times.
Also living in Potter Estate now was Cassie Malfoy, finally. Her family knew all her supposed transgressions, and with it finally public, Harry had taken Cassie in. It was the least he could do for getting kicked out of her house, but when he'd expressed that sentiment to her, she'd shaken her head and kissed him. Kissing Cassie was very pleasant, and he never had nearly enough opportunities to do so. Their relationship prior to her moving in seemed to have had peaked in his first year, but since she'd been here, they'd grown as close as they'd used to be. The gorgeous twenty year old blonde was very happy to cuddle up together and read. Stella was a joy to have around, too, and his eldest daughter was three years old. Utterly mind-blowing, but everyone doted on Stella, and the other new Potters, of course.
Fleur was, of course, in Potter Estate, along with Victoire. Fleur had told Harry in no uncertain terms that she did not plan on living separately from her mate. Harry had laughed and happily taken her in. No man should refuse a Veela anything, Harry was learning quickly. Besides, Fleur was amazing to have so close. The seventeen year old beauty was very, very good in bed. Her and Harry had fucked numerous times since she'd moved in. Gabby was tragically not allowed to move in with Harry. Unmatured Veela had many more restrictions than a matured one like Fleur.
Nym and little Theresa were here, too, along with the very busty Andromeda. They'd all been more than welcome, and Harry very much enjoyed his pseudo-big sister around. She had regained the ability to shapeshift when Theresa was born, and after nine months of seeing Nym stuck in her 'Potter' mode, seeing actual Nym again was a very welcome change of pace. She still took on the guise for some kinky sexy times with Lily and Harry on occasion, but Harry was perfectly happy seeing Nym with her old pink and purple hair and her old body. Theresa had the power to shapeshift too, something Harry figured would make raising her a little unusual, but with Nym there, they at least had an expert. Two if you count Andi, who'd raised a Metamorphmagus herself.
Susan and her twin girls had remained with Amelia at the Bones abode. Susan had wanted to, for sure, but she also hadn't wanted to abandon her aunt. And of course, Amelia couldn't just come along, too, or the last of the House of Bones would be living off the property, which apparently had some kind of bad magical effect. So, they'd remained where they were, though Susan came over all the time.
And lastly there was Bella and her daughter Juliet, the youngest of the new crop of Potter children. Well, youngest until Lily and Storey had their babies. Bella had half-lived in Potter Estate these past years, anyways, but with Juliet now, she'd fully moved out of her other place and brought all her things to the room she'd already had set up for her in Potter Estate. Having her around wasn't that much of a change, but it was great anyways.
The Potter Estate was thriving, and Harry wouldn't change it for the world. Sure, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about having seven kids at fourteen. Was seven even the right number? He was pretty sure, but not 100%. Life was... complicated for Harry. He had seen goddesses and other realms, and undead dark wizards, giant serpent monsters, a face on the back of a man's head, and he'd held the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand. And his time at Hogwarts was only half over! Surely there was more out there for him. There must be, he couldn't imagine fate was done with him yet, even if he rather wished for it to be sometime soon.
"Yes, mum?" Harry asked, turning back around.
"Your aunt sent a message." Lily answered, and Harry walked to his mother's side, sitting down on the bed beside her. She leaned over and put her head on his chest, holding up the letter for Harry to read.
Harry,
Hiya! Aunt Dorea here. Wish I could bum around in the summer all day like you lot, but I'm afraid that the job's got me back on the hunt. I'm staying well out of trouble this time, best as I can, anyway. They've sent me off to Greece, very interesting deities here. You know how the drill goes, I get into one scrape looking for this artefact, another scrape looking for that one. Life of a treasure hunter is never done, eh? I love it though, really. Just wish I had more time to hang out with you and your family. You're getting more children by the day though, I swear! Even James never had quite this kind of life. You're certainly a very interesting nephew. I bet your mum is damn near bursting with your kids by now, so give her my love. I hope to make the birth, but we'll see. Greece is shaping up to be quite busy for treasure hunting. One fella even claimed the gods were walking again. That's the sort of thing I'd usually laugh at, but, well, you've got Freya and Isis walking around with you. If I don't make it back by time school starts, good luck!
Love,
Aunt Dorea
"She popped up out of the blue and we've barely seen her since." Harry shook his head wryly.
"She is a treasure hunter." Lily pointed out, rubbing her stomach idly. "James always wanted to be one, but he got too caught up with the war."
"Do you miss Dad?" Harry blurted, and Lily looked at him with her pretty green eyes.
"Of course. He wasn't always perfect, never was, really. But I did love him. And he gave me the best thing in the entire world. The man I love now." Lily smiled adoringly at her only child. Well, for now. It really wouldn't be long before Lily had this baby. A few weeks if she was lucky. Her and Astoria both were closing in on the nine month mark.
"I don't know what I'd do without you. I know what we do, this incest, it's apparently wrong, but... I've never felt like it was wrong the whole time since we've started." Harry admitted.
"Me either." Lily beamed, and Harry leaned down to kiss her, her milk-swollen tits squashing against his chest as his hand lifted to cup her cheek.
"I love you, Mum. So damn much. If... if Daphne and I weren't betrothed, I'd marry you." Harry confessed, and Lily looked at Harry with a look so warm with love that he figured it could keep him toasty in December.
"And after all that fighting you did to keep the betrothal." Lily teased. "No, I'm glad you've got Daphne, even if I'm not letting her take my spot in your bed just yet. She's gotta earn that first."
Harry laughed. "She's not very happy about being stuck across the hall."
"I know." Lily smirked.
"I was thinking, I reckon there's more coming my way this year. And all the years after." Harry admitted.
"Good. I'm glad you're alert. I'd like for you to have just a bit of peace, though." Lily smiled.
"We'll see, won't we? There's plenty of things out in this world. Who knows what might happen." Harry shrugged.
"Just for once, I'd like the Aurors to be capable. Even just a bit." Lily snorted. Harry laughed, and Lily bumped her head affectionately against his.
"So, love. You ready to call it?" Lily asked.
"I think so. Might have to actually get out of bed today." Harry teased.
"It's so much nicer laying down, though." Lily sighed wistfully. "Being this pregnant with these heavy tits is quite the workout."
"Want me to carry you?" Harry grinned.
"I don't think you could, darling, and not a single fat joke out of you." Lily narrowed her eyes. Harry laughed, leaning down to kiss Lily's pregnant belly.
"Oh, I would never even think of you being fat. You look fucking incredible pregnant." Harry told her truthfully.
"I knew I loved you." Lily smirked. "Now, come on. Let's go get me fed. I'm starved."
"You should have said something!" Harry protested, giving Lily his hand.
"I'll make do. I'm not broken, love." Lily huffed, but she took Harry's hand and let him help her up and head out into the hallway. Nudity wasn't much of an issue for anyone in this house, after all, no need to put some clothes on.
The End?