The lords of the Wizengamot took barely an hour to reach a verdict after hearing all the evidence presented in the trial of Dumbledore, Molly, and Pomfrey.
The next day the Wizengamot assembled once again and once everyone was seated, Augusta turned to the foreperson of the jury. "Lord Greengrass, on the first count of the indictment, how do you find the defendant?"
"In all counts of the indictment, we find Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Molly Prewett, and Poppy Pomfrey, guilty."
Poppy began sobbing in her chair as the cages were lowered into the floor. Dumbledore and Molly sat impassively, resigned to their fates.
"Members of the Wizengamot, the people of magical Britain thank you for your time. This court is dismissed."
Harry took a long deep breath, leaning back in his seat. He was sitting with his family in Amelia's office, listening to the verdict via the wizarding wireless. None of them wanted to be in the courtroom when the verdict was read out.
Soon after the verdicts were handed down, Molly and Dumbledore were both given life sentences. The court had been lenient, they could have been sent through the veil for attempted line theft. Pomfrey got away relatively lightly, being sentenced to twenty years. For pleading guilty and testifying against Pomfrey, Dumbledore and his former wife, Arthur Weasley was handed a ten-year prison sentence.
The group suspected it would be an absolute shit show in the public areas of the ministry. So, they planned to leave via Amelia's floo and return to France shortly.
Harry, Hermione and Fleur had only returned for the trial and the verdict. Harry and Hermione were happily ensconced in their new muggle school, Harry especially. He liked being anonymous, aside from the amorous looks he sometimes got from the school's female population, even some of the better-looking teachers occasionally gave him the once over. It drove Hermione mad, but she was reassured by knowing Harry only had eyes for Fleur and her.
Harry nodded to himself. "This is almost over."
"We'll get it done, Harry," Sirius assured him.
Molly sat in her cell in Azkaban, staring blankly at the opposite wall. It had been a week since she'd been brought to this Merlin forsaken rock in the middle of the North Sea. She'd spend the first two days sobbing herself to sleep. She was worried about her children and what Sirius Black might have planned for them. There was no one left to protect them, and the ministry would never defy their saintly boy-who-lived.
Molly wasn't angry, she'd accepted that she was responsible for what had befallen her family. She knew they would come for her; it was only…
Molly's thoughts were interrupted by the opening of her cell. She glared at the woman who stepped inside, but restrained herself from doing anything rash, considering the guard just inside the door. "Hello, Andromeda."
"Hello, Molly. I imagine you know why I'm here."
"You're a woman of medicine, Saint Mungo's chief medi-witch, how could you help them?!" Molly demanded.
Andi crossed her arms over her chest. "My first loyalty is to my family. You tried to rob my nephew of his future; how could I not help?"
Molly withered and dropped onto the bed. "What will happen to my children?"
"I don't know, that's not my call."
"Please, Andi, they're children, and Percy wasn't involved, he doesn't deserve to suffer because of my stupidity!" Molly begged as tears rolled down her face.
"I will… speak to Harry. However, it doesn't change your fate," Andi replied.
"I know," Molly said quietly.
Andi left, taking the guard with her but leaving the door to the cell open. A few minutes later a dementor entered, grabbing Molly by the throat and picking her up off the bed. She made no effort to resist or even scream, resigned as she was to her fate. Soon the soulless husk that was Molly Prewett fell onto the floor, to be discovered hours later by Azkaban's morning shift.
It was never discovered why the cell door had been open, because it was never investigated. Molly Prewett had been sentenced to life in that hateful place. Some of the inmates thought she was lucky; her suffering was over. Poppy Pomfrey and Albus Dumbledore still had years ahead of them.
Arthur's chains rattled as he was led through roughly hewn stone corridors into a small room. He was pushed down into a chair, before the goblins that had been escorting him left.
It had been about a week since Arthur had been informed about his wife's death, at the jaws of a dementor. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had facilitated her death, Arthur had been expecting something like that to happen. It still upset him, he loved her, even after everything that had happened.
"Hello, Mister Weasley," Harry said, jolting Arthur of his reverie. Harry was sitting across from Arthur, dressed in his black acromantula robes. The crests of house Black and house Potter were emblazoned on the right breast.
"Har… Lord Potter…" Arthur said quietly, his eyes briefly darted to Harry's neck before returning to his eyes.
"You should know that if you make any attempt to attack me, your family will be brought here and executed in front of you. And you'll spend the rest of your life shoveling dragon shit deep inside Gringotts."
"Would you really do that?"
"Yes," Harry replied. What he didn't say was it had been a stipulation of the goblins high chief Ragnok, for helping Harry bring Arthur from Azkaban to Gringotts. Ragnok wanted to ensure the safety of his biggest depositor.
"Harry, what are you planning to do to my children?"
Harry let out a long breath while considering how to answer Arthur. He briefly considered toying with the older man, letting him suffer a little longer. Instead, Harry gave him a direct answer. "Nothing, I want this to end, they've suffered enough."
"What is the price?"
Harry stood up and walked away from Arthur. "No price, you have to live with the knowledge of your sins. That's punishment enough. Originally, I wanted to bring you here and demand your life in exchange for the safety of your children, but I have enough blood on my hands."
"Serve your time and get on with your life… and stay the fuck away from my family," Harry said, his eyes glowing ominously when imparting the warning.
Once Harry was gone, Arthur began to weep. The guards waited until he was finished before taking him back to Azkaban.
After leaving Gringotts, Harry met Tonks in a nearby alley and apparated to the French embassy. From there they returned to France, landing at the Delacour Chateau a couple of hours later.
The elder Delacour's had made a small house on the grounds available for the four of them. Harry and Tonks entered to find Hermione and Fleur preparing dinner. They put their work on hold to meet them at the dining table.
"How did it go, are you ok, 'Arry?" Fleur asked, sliding her hands over towards Harry.
"Is Mister Weasley…?" Hermione asked, she trailed off, not wanting to give voice to the thought.
"Dead? No, I let him go. I'm tired of death, I don't need another body on my conscience."
Hermione smiled; she hated what the Weasley's had turned Harry into. She was relieved to hear that despite everything, he was still Harry. "I'm glad."
"Me too," Harry agreed.
"Is it over, then?" Tonks asked.
"Yeah, they know what I'll do if they try to get us. Not even Ron is stupid enough to try something after everything they've lost… At least I hope he's not." Harry added as an afterthought.
"After his testimony at the trial, I doubt we'll ever see him again," Hermione said.
"Good."
Harry led Tonks into their room and sat her down on the bed. He sat beside her, stroking her hair and smiling. "Tonks, what's going on?"
"What are you talking about?" Tonks asked nervously. Harry had asked Fleur and Hermione if he could spend the night alone with Tonks. While it wasn't unusual for Harry to give one of his girls his undivided attention on any given night. It was unusual for him to single out any of the three of them specifically. They usually went with the flow and let the mood take them.
But now, Tonks was sitting, pinned by Harry's piercing emerald eyes. He ran his thumb over her lips as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm not blind, I can see the looks you've been giving me whenever I've been playing with the kids recently. You want me to put a baby in your belly. But I can't do that if you don't ask. So, please, tell me what you want."
Tonks lit up bright red as she fidgeted under Harry's gaze. "Please, Harry, fuck me, fuck me and fill me with cum. Please, I need it, I want what Fleur and Hermione have, I want a baby of my own. I want you to put one inside me."
Harry grinned and kissed Tonks on the lips, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and playing with her tongue. "Ok, but as punishment for being such so naughty, you'll have to please me first."
"Yes, Harry," Tonks replied breathlessly.
Tonks sank to her knees and unzipped Harry's pants, pulling his massive dong free. The size had surprised her at first, she'd never had a cock as big as Harry's, she wasn't worried about it fitting, she was a metamorph, but she wondered how it would feel. As it turned out, it felt amazing.
Tonks opened her mouth wide, wider than possible for normal girls and swallowed Harry's cock whole. It easily slid into Tonks's throat, but with no gag reflex she wasn't remotely bothered. Harry wrapped Tonks's lengthening hair around his fists and brutally face fuck the pink haired woman.
Harry was never this rough with Hermione or Fleur, this brutally was exclusively reserved for Tonks who not only could take it, but loved being treated like this. She was a masochistic little slut who liked being treated as a whore, even as she called Harry her daddy.
Yanking Tonks up and down his cock was creating a puddle of juice on the floor. Tonks's panties were soaked, she loved having Harry's cock deep inside her throat. His big strong hands guiding her along his magnificent cock, she slobbered all over it, making a mess of her shirt as her long tongue slithered along the underside of his cock.
Occasionally when he pulled her up to let Tonks catch her breath, she lengthen her tongue so she could keep in touch with the tip. She never wanted her mouth to leave his cock. If she could she would spend every day, sucking and fucking him, letting him use her as a cheep cocksleeve, she would.
Tonks never would have believed that she'd discover this about herself by fucking Harry. That she was such an unrepentant slut. She was and she loved it, but only for Harry. She cupped and rubbed his balls, feeling them get heavy with cum.
"Tonks, I'm…" Harry began but grunted as she shortened her hair, freeing herself and pulling herself up and wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing on it.
"No, not yet. I don't want to drink your cum today, Harry. I want it all in my pussy, I told you want you to fill me up."
Harry nodded and helped Tonks to her feet. She bent herself over the bed, showing off her long legs, and presenting her ass and pussy to him. "It's time, Harry, put a baby inside me."
Harry stood behind his wife, gently squeezing her ass. "I love you, Tonks."
"I love you too, HaRRY!" Tonks exclaimed as he pushed all the way inside with one thrust. Tonks whined and rolled her head around trying to contain the pleasure she was feeling. Nothing felt as good as Harry's huge cock inside her, she felt complete.
Harry began thrusting his hips, slowly at first but he latched onto Tonks's hips and began pounding. He pushed Tonks forwards with his thrusts, causing her to crawl up the bed as his knees hit the mattress. Harry grabbed Tonks by the hair and pushed her head down into the bed, leaning over her as he began to slam his hips against hers.
"I'm not letting you out of this room, until I've put a baby inside you. I'm not opening the bar tomorrow, because we're going to be too busy fucking. How does that sound, Nymphadora?"
"Yes!" Tonks groaned, not even caring that he'd used her forbidden first name. All she wanted was to be filled with Harry's hot virile cum. The bed was being soaked by her pussy juice, just as the floor had been. Tonks had never been as aroused as she was right now. Her dream was coming true, her hot young stud was going to impregnate her. Maybe she'd end up having twins, or more. She was so excited by the idea of being bred that she began squirting cum.
Harry laughed and slapped Tonks's ass eliciting a cute squeak out of the pink haired woman. "It feels so good inside you Tonks. I'm so close, tell me where you want it, one last time."
"In my pussy! I want it filled with cum, I want your baby inside me! I want to be yours forever! Cum! Cum inside me, please!!"
"TONKS!!" Harry yelled as a flood of cum poured into Tonks's womb.
Tonks's eyes rolled back in her head as she cummed herself stupid, sticking her tongue out lewdly. Harry leaned down and pulled Tonks into a kiss, groping one of her tits in the meantime.
"I love you," Harry said quietly.
"I love you too, Harry."
"I'm not done yet," He whispered.
Tonks's eyes grew wide as she felt him harden again. Harry never made empty promises.
-Ten Years Later-
Harry locked the door of the bar he co-owned and ran with his beautiful wife. Pulling the key out of the lock he turned and smiled at the woman in front of him. The self-same wife who also co-owned the bar, Nymphadora Tonks.
It had taken a couple of years for Tonks to finally be comfortable enough to move beyond friends with benefits and into a real relationship with Harry. A year into their dating, Harry married Hermione and Fleur in a double ceremony. Fleur had become Lady Potter and at Sirius's request, Hermione was the Lady Black. A year later Tonks and Harry were married.
Sirius tore down the Black family home in London, after buying up the houses around it, and sold the land to a muggle developer. There had been enough money from the sale to buy himself a house near the Delacour Chateau, where he'd lived happily ever since. He even had a lady friend to keep himself entertained. Layla Heartfilia was Apolline Delacour's sister, whose husband had passed away while their only daughter was a child. Neither Layla nor Sirius were interested in making things between them serious or official. They were casual fuck buddies, and that's how they liked it. So casual that Layla didn't seem to care that Sirius was banging her daughter too.
Tonks had chosen to keep her name rather than take the remaining title Harry had inherited. Harry was entitled to the name Peverell, an ancient magical family in Britain long dormant after its last male heir died. But Tonks wanted to keep her maiden name even in marriage, and Harry respected that.
The two walked hand in hand from the bar to the local apparition point. In a moment they arrived at the spacious estate Harry had built for the women he loved on the outskirts of Paris. They entered to find Hermione and Fleur preparing dinner together.
Unsurprisingly, there were no house elves employed in the Potter household. Dobby was a frequent visitor, as he took care of Sirius's house, but Hermione was firm. Despite being a muggle schoolteacher, she was still a fierce advocate for house elf rights and often held talks on the subject with anyone who would listen. It helped having Harry there beside her. Even outside the United Kingdom, the star power of the boy-who-lived was unmatched, even after ten years out of the spotlight.
Fleur, meanwhile, had continued pursuing her career in curse breaking, working at the French branch of Gringotts. In the early days she'd worked in the field, even traveling to far flung corners of the world. However, after Fleur got pregnant with her and Harry's first child, Victoire Potter, she'd taken a desk job instead.
Fleur missed field work sometimes, but being away from Harry, Hermione and Tonks hurt, so the desk job wasn't much of a sacrifice in the end. They'd talked about Fleur maybe going back out into the field eventually, once the children started attending Beauxbatons, but that was still a few years away. Especially now Fleur was pregnant with their second daughter, Dominique.
Hermione hadn't missed out either, Harry had given her two beautiful children, James and Rose. Hermione was the first of Harry's wives to get pregnant, which hadn't surprised Fleur or Tonks. Harry never played favourites, but Hermione was always the most eager for sex. The children were seven and eight respectively, they loved their mothers, but all the kids loved Harry the most. He spoiled them rotten and was always their first choice when they were upset. He was fiercely protective of his kids and anyone trying to hurt them was in for a very bad day.
Thankfully no one had been stupid enough to try since what happened to the Weasley's. No one was willing to admit it was Harry who'd almost ended the Weasley line, but it was an open secret in the British magical community.
Arthur Weasley was let out after eight years in prison, being released for good behaviour. He was immediately taken in by Connie Hammer, who didn't seem to care it might harm her chances of becoming Minister when Bones retired. To her, Arthur was more important.
Despite the Weasley name being so tarnished, Percy rose through the ranks of the ministry. It helped that both Ron and his mother had absolved him of any role in the scheme that had ultimately doomed half their family. Ron and Ginny had graduated Hogwarts and almost immediately left England. The last anyone heard from Ginny, she was an assistant coach of a minor league Quidditch team in Japan, and Ron had been sighted in New Zealand. Both wanted to get as far away from the sins of their family as they could.
No one was advocating for leniency for Dumbledore or Pomfrey. They continued to languish in their island prison. There was no hope of escape, not even Fawkes would respond to Dumbledore's calls, no matter how much he begged. Fawkes was Hogwarts phoenix in residence, he was loyal to the school and its students. Albus had betrayed both in his pursuit of riches and knowledge. Fawkes felt only pity for the old wizard.
Dumbledore would die in prison, friendless and alone. Pomfrey would survive the experience, but she was released into a world that despised her. She spent her final years a broken old woman living in a tiny apartment slowly wasting away, cursing the boy who had ruined her life.
Harry greeted and kissed both his wives before splitting off from them to spend some time with his children before dinner. Tonks joined them, but Harry could see that look in her eyes again. It had been there for weeks now, a look of longing. When Tonks noticed he was watching her she looked away shyly, as she had every other time this had happened.
"Dinner's ready," Hermione called out from the kitchen.
The kids hurried to the table followed shortly after by Harry and Tonks. It was a boisterous evening, as it always was in the Potter household. It was a house filled with love, just as Harry had always wanted.