Chapter 36 - At the End of the Path

A week after the Battles of Hogwarts and the Ministry, Harry had decided to unveil his long-awaited surprise to his wives that he had spent months working on.

"Can we open our eyes now, Harry?", asked Susan, who like the rest, had their eyes closed.

Harry chuckled, "Yeah, alright, I think I'm ready."

Each of the girls opened their eyes and their jaws dropped at the sight of the massive mansion in front of them. Even for the girls who had grown up wealthy, this estate put all of theirs to shame in size and grandeur. It had to have been almost the same size as Buckingham Palace in the Muggle world, and had a similar size in acres. The grounds near the manor also included a large pool, horse stables, and a small Quidditch pitch.

Tonks asked the obvious, "Harry, what the fuck?"

Harry beamed, "I'm glad I managed to keep this a secret from you, your reactions are totally worth the price to fix this place up."

Daphne tilted her head in curiosity, "Harry…is this Potter Manor?"

Most of the girls gasped as Harry nodded, "Yep, I commissioned the restoration back in December, when I realized there was going to be thirteen of us and eventual kids. I also had the goblins and some Unspeakable's put up some of the strongest wards in the country across the grounds, no one gets in without one of us giving the go ahead."

Tracey, who had healed enough to be here, engulfed him in a hug, "Harry, this is brilliant! I always wanted to live in a mansion, best husband ever!"

Harry gave a deadpan stare, "I'm glad to see my money is my most attractive quality, Trace."

Tracey ended the hug and held up two fingers as she smiled, "No, it's your second most attractive quality, your sex skills are number one."

Harry honestly didn't know if Tracey was messing with him, especially when everyone but the blushing Hannah and Su nodded, but all he could do was chuckle and lead them inside to begin the tour. The girls were in awe of almost every room as they passed the bedrooms, the large kitchen, the ballroom, the library, the dueling area in the basement, and (to the glee of Tonks and Penny) an indoor theater. Harry got a chuckle out of watching his wives act like he did when he first saw Diagon Alley and Hogwarts and realized this moment was worth every sacrifice and hardship, just to watch them smile.

After each of his wives had gone off on their own, Harry been left alone with a nervous Su. She was far from the shy and introverted Ravenclaw he had met in Charms class almost two years ago, as the Battle of Hogwarts had shown, which is why he was confused as to her current behavior.

Harry placed a hand on her shoulder and asked, "My love, are you alright?"

Su blushed at that as she grew new resolve, "Can you meet me in the master bedroom?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Right now? Are you alright?"

She fidgeted a little as he said, "Please, Harry, there's something important we need to talk about."

Harry nodded and went to the master and sat on the magically altered bed that is meant to accommodate all of them. Harry waited a few minutes until he heard the door creak open and his jaw dropped at the sight.

Lemon (light BDSM and Femdom)

In walked his normally shy and introverted wife, with a confident smile and sway of her hips while wearing a black leather corset, high-heeled boots, arm-length gloves, and a hat. Harry sent a stinging hex to his hand to make sure he wasn't dreaming, the pinch was proof that he wasn't.

Su chuckled softly, her confidence growing as she observed Harry's wide-eyed gaze. "I take it you approve?", she teased, her voice steady but tinged with amusement. She stepped further into the room, closing the door with deliberate precision, and leaned against the frame with a smirk that was both playful and daring.

Harry cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself, though the pink flush on his cheeks betrayed him. "I—uh—wasn't expecting this," he admitted, his tone caught somewhere between surprise and admiration.

Su tilted her head, the playful smile never leaving her lips. "You've been through so much, Harry. Sacrificed more than anyone should ever have to. This," she gestured to herself with a graceful sweep of her hand, "is my way of reminding you that you deserve the world—and perhaps a little more. Besides, I told you I would reward you if you beat Voldemort."

Harry's expression softened, his initial shock giving way to a warmth that radiated through the room. "You didn't have to do this to prove that, Su," he said gently. "But I have to admit, you've succeeded in leaving me speechless."

Su's laughter was light and melodic, a sound that seemed to erase the weight of past battles and bring a sense of levity to the moment. She walked toward him, her movements deliberate yet unhurried, until she stood directly before him. "Speechless is good," she whispered, her tone carrying a hint of mischief. "Because this is just the beginning."

Harry smiled, taking her hand in his, the gesture grounding them both in the shared moment. "You never cease to amaze me, Su," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you, for everything."

Su squeezed his hand gently, her confidence unwavering. "You've always been my hero," she replied. "Now it's my turn to show you what that means to me."

Harry got quickly undressed, allowing Su to appreciate the view and lick her lips, and reached for her, but she stopped him and casted an Incarcerus that tied his hands to the bed.

Su put a finger on his lips to stop his protests, "Let me be in control today, my love. I probably won't be brave enough to do this again, so let me be in control for once."

Harry nodded and got ready for a new experience as Su's breath hitched and she looked up at him in awe. She put her wand down on the bed and bent closer to Harry. She looked deeply into his eyes and pressed a soft kiss on a warped scar on his shoulder.

"Hungarian Horntail," she whispered with a hot breath against his skin. Harry shuddered.

Her hands trailed soft touches down his side until she reached his thigh. He could see her watch his large, now fully erect cock with a hungry expression, but instead of giving it the attention Harry hoped for, she pressed a kiss on another scar on his upper leg.

"Acromantula?," she breathed and he nodded.

She crawled closer to him until she was almost sitting on top of his lap. Her core was hovering above him. His cock disappeared underneath her corset. She looked deeply into his eyes when she pressed her last hot kiss on the vicious jagged scar on his forearm.

"Basilisk," she half sighed, half moaned. She rested her head on his biceps and looked into his eyes with an enraptured expression. Her long dark hair was flowing over his body and tickled his side. Her tongue trailed over her lips, as if she was savoring the taste of his skin. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He struggled against his bonds, his hips bucked upwards and he could feel himself rub against something wet and hot.

Su hissed and struggled backwards. She breathed heavily, "Ah-ah, luv! Not so hasty!"

Harry groaned something incomprehensible through his gag. Su gave him an evil smirk and fought herself up onto her legs. One of her hands was resting against the wall next to the bed while she balanced on the shaky mattress.

There she stood in all of her glory, just the sight of her long slender legs made Harry groan. Her knee-high boots made her look even sexier.

She started removing her clothes slowly and sensually until more and more of her perfect thick thighs were revealed to him until, finally, he could see the dark curly hair at the lowest part of her pussy. She was not wearing panties.

She enjoyed his tortured expression when she revealed the full view of her trimmed snatch. She used two of her fingers in order to spread herself apart for his viewing. Her pink inner lips were slightly larger than her outer lips and Harry thought it looked like a beautiful pink flower surrounded by a field of dark hair. Her pink clit was slightly swollen and peaked out of its hood at the top of her pussy, just asking to be circled by his tongue and sucked. A thin string of her transparent drool was dripping out of her entrance and connected to a point on her thigh.

"Is this what you want, my heart?", she asked.

Harry groaned his approval.

Slowly she walked towards him while still revealing herself to him. Harry leaned forward in his restraints. She stopped just outside of his range, so he could look, but not touch.

He could smell her arousal. Such a lewd heavy scent, it turned him on so much. His mouth salivated in anticipation. Pre-cum was leaking from his painfully hard cock.

She laughed softly at him, reveling in his state, "Well, you can't have it, Harry."

His eyes were transfixed on her pussy. Slowly she began rubbing her fingers up and down her snatch. Her fingers made obscene noises while they slid between her wet folds. A soft deep moan slipped from her mouth, mostly caused by the fact that he was watching her so intently. Closer and closer she leaned until she could feel his hot breath brush against her. His intense stare drove her crazy.

"Mm... alright," she finally said. "Maybe you can have a little taste?"

Harry's eyes snapped up to her face.

"Will you be good, Husband?", Su asked with a surprising commanding tone.

Harry nodded vigorously, and she continued, "If you're bad, then a gag goes right into your mouth!", as Harry nodded again.

He did not have time to say anything because her pussy slammed onto his face. "Mmmhhhmm..." he complained, but he got assaulted by her sweet and tangy flavor. His thoughts became cloudy as Su moaned.

Harry began lapping up her juices and licked between her folds. She shook on top of him every time his nose poked against her clit. One of her hands curled tightly into his thick black hair while she used the other arm to lean against the wall above the headboard.

"OH..." she moaned. "I never imagined… so good...", she mewled as Harry got into it.

"You're so good, Hubby!", she moaned. "I love your face!"

She began rocking back and forth, rubbing her pussy all over his mouth and nose, drenching him in her juices and using his face for friction. Her breathing became more and more labored and she held onto his hair for dear life as she began moaning loudly. Harry hoped the walls were charmed against sound as the goblins promised. She was rocking him so hard, all he could do is stretch out his tongue for her to rub against.

"Mm... Yes....Eat me, my love! This is your dinner... every day now... My king! Oh Harry! Oh... Oh... I love you!", she came hard on top of him. He got splattered by her juices while her pussy twitched like crazy against his face. When she stopped rocking, Harry sucked on her clit and drove her beyond insanity, and after a last high-pitched cry she collapsed on top of him.

She slid down on his chest until her soft ass was resting just on top of his dick. His painfully swollen member was resting between her ass cheeks and he could feel her wetness pressed against his pubic bone. Harry had to keep himself from rubbing against her or he would have come right then and there.

Su wrapped herself around him, hugging his chest tightly. Her mouth was attached to his neck and she was kissing and sucking on his skin while small moans left her mouth like little after-shocks of her orgasm. Her breasts were pressed against him and he could feel her hard nipples through the fabric of her corset. Harry wanted to hold her, kiss her and fuck her so badly, but his arms were still tied to the bed.

"Su...", he whispered into her thick hair.

"Yes, my lion?", hummed Su.

"Please untie me and let me fuck you, Su.", Harry pleaded seriously.

Su groaned and bit into his neck, "I'll untie you if you promise to be good..."

"I'll be good."

"You can't put it in."

Harry grumbled something unintelligible and his cock twitched in her ass crack. Su rubbed herself against him, making everything ten times worse.

"I promise...", said Harry between gritted teeth.

She leaned backwards and looked deeply into his eyes. Heavily lidded brown eyes never looking away from his own emerald green ones.

"Finite Incantetem," she spoke and Harry's restraints disappeared.

She made a surprised noise, when Harry launched himself at her. He pushed her down hard against the mattress. His mouth clashed against hers as he greedily kissed her and tasted her while she made small surprised noises. Her mouth opened itself willingly in order to welcome his tongue inside. She moaned into his mouth while their tongues fought for dominance. Her hands found their way into his hair. Her legs entangled with his own and his hard cock pressed against her thighs. She could taste herself on his mouth. Another moan escaped her. Without conscious thought she began rubbing herself against his hard cock while their mouths kept clashing against each other. Harry felt her hot wetness rub all over his member and thighs, leaving her juices all over him.

It was too much! A deep guttural sound escaped his throat and he desperately tried to align his cock with her hot wet opening. Su did not give him the chance, she used his distraction in order to roll herself on top of him. One of her hands pushed down hard on his chest, her fingernails digging painfully into his abs. Her other hand slid down past his cock and grabbed his swollen balls tightly, making Harry hiss.

"You promised!", she snarled from her position on top of him. Despite her scolding tone, a manic grin played on her pretty face.

Harry's hard cock was pressed tightly against his stomach and he was painfully aware how Su's pussy was hovering just a few inches above it. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to feel himself slide inside of her. He could almost feel the heat that was radiating from her pussy like a furnace.

"There is only one way you can have this...", explained Su.

"Please... I will do anything," begged Harry. His hands slowly wandered up her thighs and grabbed her wide hips. Su smiled at him and bit on her lower lip.

She let go of him and used her free hands in order to push the corset up over head and discard her hat. Harry gasped when he first saw her toned stomach and then, finally, her surprisingly endowed breasts bounce out. They were heavy, round and perfect, topped by big dark nipples that looked so suckable, and it made him salivate in anticipation.

He pushed himself up and took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking it. Su groaned when he nibbled the dark knob. He switched to the other nipple and kept groping her tits from below. She swayed in his arms and moaned. Her hands wandered through his hair while he sucked on her. Harry gasped when she lowered her hips and her hot wet cunt began sliding up and down along his long hard shaft and she mewled.

"Do you want it, Harry?", she gasped into his ear.

"Yes!", Harry moaned into her tits.

She grabbed his right hand tightly with her own. Harry made a shocked noise when a silver snake materialized and slithered around their wrists, joining them together.

"Do you vow yourself to me? To the others?", asked Su with a sensual dark voice.

Harry's eyes were sucked into her beautiful eyes, "Yes. Forever."

She closed her eyes. "And forever, I am yours," she sighed.

Su moaned at the pain, pinched one of her nipples and pressed down hard on his cock with her pussy.

"Husband...", she moaned and kissed him deeply. Harry sighed into her and let her dominate his mouth.

Su's rubbings became more urgent now and Harry's big cock was already drenched in her juices.

"Put it in already!", she demanded.

Not waiting for him, her hand flew down and grabbed his big cock with her small hand, she aligned the thick swollen tip with her dripping wet opening.

Slowly she lowered herself onto his cock, moaning like a tavern whore, "Oh... Harry....", she mewled.

Harry slumped back and watched his wife squat on top of him and impale her pussy on his big hard cock. Pain and pleasure flashed over her pretty face while she broke herself on him. With a furious cry she pushed down hard.

An anguished wail escaped her mouth and she slumped forward, down on his chest. She was breathing heavily, her pussy clenching his cock tightly. Her big breasts pushed down against his chest while Harry hugged her tightly to himself. His cock pulsed inside of her pussy, making her whimper in response.

"Are you okay?", he asked.

She bit hard into his neck in response, making him hiss. Her canines drew blood. Blood for blood.

"I like the pain," she growled quietly into his neck. "I like it when you make me hurt... Make me squeal... You've already taken my maidenhood... Now fuck me, husband... Claim me, make me yours!"

Harry rolled them over, so he was on top of her. Su pulled up her legs and spread them wide to give him better access. He could see the slight pink tinge in the fluids dripping from her pussy. She looked up at him with an enamored expression, waiting for him to continue. His cock felt so good inside of her, she was so hot and wet and holding him so tightly. She was made for him, only him.

Slowly Harry pulled back, feeling himself slide out of her tight hot embrace. Her wet folds wanted to suck him back inside, milking him all the way. He pulled himself out until only his tip remained inside. Su suddenly felt so empty and she hated it so much, her arms pulled on him, urging him back inside. Her eyes pleaded with him.

She groaned deeply when he pushed himself back inside of her, stretching her around his thick cock. Deeper and deeper he pushed. She grunted unladylike and trembled in his arms when he bottomed out inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his hip. She ground herself hard against his pelvis.

"Oh Morgana!", she groaned. "It's so big! How does it even fit?!" Her fingernails clawed into his broad shoulders.

"You feel so good, Su," moaned Harry into her neck and began kissing her skin.

"I love you, Harry!" she mewled and her pussy trembled around his cock. "Faster now!" she demanded.

A vicious grin snuck itself on Harry's face and he began plunging faster and harder into her. Wet slapping sounds rang through the room and Su made noises Harry had never heard from her before. She pushed herself hard against him with every plunge.

"Oh, sweet Morgana!", she groaned darkly. "Fuck me! Yes, fuck me!"

"You're such a good bitch, Su!", Harry said while in character.

Su began moaning so loud it should have alerted the entire manor. Her hands clawed into his chest, leaving angry red streaks. Harry grabbed one of her tits and pinched her nipple hard.

She buckled up underneath him and her pussy began squeezing his cock rhythmically. "Oh fuck! Yes! I'm your bitch!"

"You're such a mess, Su! What does my bitch want?", he said as he kept railing her hard.

"Your cum, give me your cum! I need your cum! Oh gods... Oh gods... Oh..", she moaned and moaned.

"I'm coming!" she cried.

Su began buckling underneath him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against him, his cock bottoming out in her throbbing pussy. Her walls massaged his cock in her orgasmic contractions.

Harry slapped his hand into the wet pubes above her pussy and his thumb began rubbing her clit, causing Su to scream. He pulled himself out again and then with one last extra hard plunge and a groan, he came right into her pussy. Su moaned so hard, her eyes rolled back in her head, she was panting and drooling. With repeated plunges he exploded string after string of thick white cum right into her depths. Su moaned when she felt her insides being painted by his cum.

"Yes, fill me up!", she demanded. Her legs crossed behind his ass and she pulled him deeper into her. "Oh fuck! Knock me up! Give me a baby!"

Harry groaned and shot his last thick load as deeply as he could into her pussy, even though he knew she and the others were on the potion. With a grunt he sank down on top of her.

Su pulled him flush against her chest and they rolled over onto their sides, still embracing one another. She peppered his face with wet hot kisses while his cock was still twitching inside of her.

"My pet did so well!", she gasped.

"Oh Su," he groaned against her mouth.

"We are officially married now, my love...", she said dreamily.

She pulled the blankets up over them both and kept snogging him until his cock slid out of her and his cum began to slowly drip out of her pussy. Harry could have fallen asleep like that, the happiest man in the world.

Lemon End

That was until he heard someone clearing their throat near the door, causing Harry to groan and tilt his head up. He paled slightly when he saw all of his wives standing near the bed, clearly having snuck in at some point and saw everything, and they had rather stern glares aimed at them.

Penny raised an eyebrow, "Breaking in our bed already, Harry?"

Harry gulped as Su regained her shyness and hid under the covers, "Now, girls, Su just wanted to make good on her promise from last week. No harm done, right?"

Fleur gained a thinking pose and hummed, "Now that I zink about it, ladies, did we not also make a promise last week also?"

Tonks grinned maliciously, "Yeah, we did. We promised Harry a punishment for running off on his own against Voldemort. I think our beaux needs to be taught a lesson about not including us in things, right girls?"

They all nodded and approached Harry with menacing smiles and dark auras, and his screams of pleasure quickly became screams of pain.

December 1996

The last six months have been like a dream for Harry and his wives as they spent the summer traveling and spending time together, until they had to return to Hogwarts in the fall. The repairs to the ancient castle had all gone rather well and he had managed to fill in the open positions within the teaching staff. McGonagall was now Headmistress full time, so he asked Sirius to accept the post of Transfiguration, it also helped him move on from his grief in losing Remus; although, his childishness needed to be reigned in at times, lest Harry get another owl about his godfather's behavior. Potions Master, or rather Mistress, was filled by Tonks' mother, Andromeda, who had decades of experience as one of the country's top Mediwitches and potions experts, a serious improvement over Snape if you asked any student in the school.

Defense Against the Dark Arts, however, was a much harder nut to crack since, despite the long-suspected jinx or curse that Voldemort had placed on the post over thirty years ago now likely gone, there was no one lining up to take it, qualified or otherwise. He was about to fill in himself, despite the complaints he got from the Board of Governors, until Tonks had asked to fill the post herself, much to Harry's surprise. It required taking a sabbatical from her Auror work, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make and the new DMLE Director, Kingsley, understood. Tonks, despite being met with skepticism from students and staff, proved to be the best DADA professor in almost forty years with her successful, albeit unorthodox, methods to improve student scores and her bubbly personality greatly improved morale after Umbridge last year.

Sixth Year had been so normal and mundane for Harry, as it always should have been, that he had barely known what to do with himself and he could honestly say, despite the boredom, he wouldn't change it for anything as he got to finally live his life how he wanted. He also had to start thinking of a career after Hogwarts, his original plans of being an Auror not being appealing anymore, especially with a family now. He was taking NEWT level DADA, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Care of Magical Creatures; therefore, he could choose from a wide range of jobs after graduation. He was also doing well keeping up with his responsibilities as a Lord of several houses and managing their individual estates and finances with the girl's help, despite wanting to hang himself after every Ministry visit and session.

Today, however, this next Wizengamot session was one that grabbed Harry's, and the world's, full attention: The Sentencing of Bellatrix Lestrange. She had already been tried and convicted over fifteen years ago with life in Azkaban, so there was no need for a retrial, only a resentencing in light of her escape and the new Ministry regime. There would be no imprisonment this time, her crimes were too great and there would be no prejudicial or corrupt men serving on the Ministry to spare her life; there was only one solution, the Dementor's Kiss.

After Harry and the other Lords and Ladies took their seats, Amelia began the meeting, "Good Day, my Lords and Ladies, members of the press, and fellow citizens. Today marks a momentous occasion, for today we give justice that is long overdue to one of the most vile and deranged witches of all time, Bellatrix Lestrange. The convicted criminal was brought to us by her own sister, Lady Narcissa Malfoy, in exchange for two pardons for herself and her son, Draco Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy has agreed to have his magic sealed and banishment from Britain for life, as well as turning almost his entire family fortune and assets over to the Ministry, which will serve as reparations to victims of his family's crimes and their accomplice's. The boy has already been released from Azkaban and the two have already left the country."

Harry smirked to himself as he thought about his former rival, as the year Draco spent in Azkaban had left the blonde ponce a shell of his former arrogant self. When Harry had seen him at his parole hearing, the former Slytherin had barely acknowledged anyone's presence, even Narcissa's to the woman's sadness, he just kept staring ahead as Amelia and Director Kingsley read out the terms of his release. At the end all he did was nod in acceptance and signed a binding magical contract as he handed over his family fortune and renounced his citizenship before he left with his mother; however, as he walked out of the Ministry, he turned toward Harry and bowed his head in defeat. Harry still takes great pleasure in seeing the Malfoy family and legacy being reduced to nothing and kicked out of the country even a week later.

He was broken out of his musings by Amelia's voice, "Now, lets us begin. Bring out the defendant!"

All eye turned toward the floor as a heavily chained Bellatrix Lestrange was led into the chamber by a group of Aurors, including Tonks and Kingsley himself, with no resistance in her movement as she had long since accepted her fate. She was brought to the center and strapped down into a chair, all while maintaining that expressionless mask of hers, causing many in the hall to whisper amongst themselves about the crazy woman's sudden change in attitude. Harry and his wives, who were sitting next to him acting as proxies for his lordships or in the civilian stands, were the only ones who were not surprised as Harry thought back to last month.

Malfoy Manor – 1 Month Ago

Harry was pacing outside the makeshift maternity ward in the family wing within Malfoy Manor, wondering what he has gotten himself into. This was certainly not the way he had planned to become a father, despite always wanting to be one, but he had made a vow. Bellatrix's screams of pain since she went into labor a few hours ago was doing nothing to calm his nerves. Tonks was the only wife who could be with him today, fitting since the girl will be a Black.

"You're going to put a hole in the floor, babe.", Tonks said teasingly.

Harry stopped and addressed her, "How are you so calm, right now?"

Tonks shrugged, "With all the craziness we've been through, Harry, this is probably the most normal thing that's happened to us."

Harry rubbed his eyes, "I don't think we'll ever live normal lives, but I can see your point. I'm just worried that I've made a mistake doing this."

The Lady Black got up and put a calming hand on his shoulder, "There is no mistake in delivering justice to wicked while saving the innocent, just extremely difficult, but it's nothing to us. Just remember, this girl is an innocent, and shouldn't be judged by her lineage, I know that better than most."

Harry placed a hand on hers, "I wouldn't have agreed to this if that was the case, Tonks. I am not the Dursley's and I won't let another go through that, but I'm worried that no matter how much love we show this girl, something horrible could happen."

Tonks smiled, "No one is born evil, my love. Good and evil is a delicate balance we all have to face in life, and this girl will have to do the same. All we can do is hope for the best."

He raised an eyebrow at her, "When did you get so good at pep-talks?"

She grinned, "Being a teacher has really helped me with speeches. I don't know why all these wankers at the Ministry need cards when they do it."

Harry chuckled as that sounded more like Tonks, but he then noticed that Bellatrix's screams had stopped and the sound of a baby crying caused him to tense as Tonks' hand squeezed his shoulder harder to keep him steady. A few minutes later, Tonks' mother, Andromeda, emerged from the room with a tired expression. It surprised Harry slightly when he learned that the eldest Black sister was their secret Mediwitch, but given the circumstances and need for secrecy, it made sense why Bellatrix and Narcissa could only trust her with this despite all the bad blood.

Andromeda smiled slightly at them, "It's done, the girl is healthy and strong."

Harry nodded and the three walked into the room and Harry, in spite of preparing for it, was still bewildered at the very maternal scene in front of him. Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's top Death Eater and murdering lunatic, was on the bed looking down at a blanket-covered bundle with a beaming smile as Narcissa and Andromeda stood near, the former with a small smile and the latter with conflicted emotions. Harry and Tonks walked over to see the girl and Harry's eyes widened as he looked down and saw her features.

The babe had very pale skin, like snow, and had a unique shade of blue eyes; however, her most shocking and prominent feature was her silver hair. Harry was honestly expecting the dark brown hair and eyes that Bellatrix had, and Tom Riddle before he tainted his body and soul that caused the snake-like features and red eyes.

"At least nobody will guess her parent's lineage based off her looks.", Harry thought to himself.

Bellatrix looked down with unshed tear, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Tonks had a small smile, "Yeah, she is. We still need to give her a name, though."

Bellatrix looked at them with barely concealed contempt as she growled, "I assume you've chosen one, already? Probably something muggle."

Harry ignored the jab and said, "Her last name will be Black, an orphaned cousin from a squib line, so no one will look to closely. However, we assumed you wanted to name her."

Bellatrix looked shocked that Harry would allow that, ever only thinking the worst of him, but she looked down for a minute until she came to an answer.

"Delphini, Delphini Black."

Harry had not really been able to spend much time with the baby, with finishing the first half of sixth year, all of his Lordship duties, and helping facilitate Narcissa and Draco's exile in exchange for Bellatrix's capture, he didn't spend much time at home. The care for the girl had mostly fallen on his older wives' shoulders, but Delphini seemed to be receptive to them, much to Harry's relief. Although, a small part of him was still hesitant to be around the girl, and he knew he would have to try harder, knowing his inaction will cause problems later.

Amelia spoke again, "Bellatrix Druella Lestrange née Black, you have long since been proven guilty of your numerous crimes by the Wizengamot over fifteen years ago, including charges of mass murder, torture, and terrorism and have been convicted. However, due to your escape from Azkaban and crimes you've committed since and continued lack of remorse, you are hereby sentenced to death via Dementor's Kiss. Do you have anything to say before your sentence is carried out? Any final words?"

Bellatrix was silent until she started laughing, "Oh, I have so much to say and such little time, Amy. How I want to describe my glory and my…art in detail. I don't think we have time for all of the itty-bitty details I love so, nor will everyone be so receptive to them, especially old hag Longbottom. Ha-ha!"

Harry saw Augusta Longbottom, Neville's hard-ass grandmother, clench her hands on her cane and gave Bellatrix a glare that could rival Voldemort's at the height of his power. Similar glares were given to the Death Eater from the other Lords and Ladies as well, but it was Harry's warning gaze she felt, his and his alone, and she got the silent message to take her punishment in silence. She waved off Amelia, stating she had nothing further to add.

The Minister nodded and said, "Very well then, the sentence will be carried out immediately. May God have mercy on your dark soul, Bellatrix. Bring it in."

Almost everyone paled at the sight of a Dementor being led in by the same squad of Aurors as before and led it to Bellatrix's chair. The insane woman closed her eyes one last time, thinking only of her daughter in her final moments, as the Dementor latched on to her soul and spent the next ten minutes sucking it out, much to the horror of everyone. Eventually, the creature finished its work as Bellatrix stopped moving and entered a vegetative state with no sense of self or thought and the Dementor was led away and then followed by Bellatrix's body, which would be put out of its misery and sent to the morgue at St. Mungo's. Andromeda, who worked at the hospital part time now, would oversee her sister's remains and to hide the fact that she recently had given birth.

Harry and his wives mingled with some of the other families who approached them after Amelia had dismissed them, and answered questions from the press and curious citizens, but Harry just wanted to go home with this business behind them and Hogwarts on winter break. It was time for supper by the time they had got back, with Hannah helping the elves in the kitchen as the others mingled in the family room.

Harry was heading to the bedroom when he was approached by Dobby, "Master Harry, I'm glad you have returned. Was the wizard meeting about the bad witch alright?"

The Lord of the Manor nodded, "Yeah, its finally over, Dobby. The Death Eaters are gone for good. How was…Delphini today?"

Dobby smiled, "The young babe was good today, Winky just put her in the crib. Do you want to see her?"

Harry hesitated for a second before he nodded and approached the nursery, sending Dobby off. He took a deep breath before entering and opened the door, stepping inside. The nursery was about as far as from the Dursley's cupboard that Harry grew up in as possible with its size and luxury that he wanted to show his children, not to spoil them, but that they were loved. Harry approached the sole crib in the room and looked down at its occupant.

Delphini was looking up at Harry in silent curiosity, wondering what he was going to do. It was in that moment that Harry would make a decision to do what Petunia Dursley should have done for her nephew, no matter the hate she had for his mother. Harry gently picked the babe up and held her close as he looked down at her with a gentle smile as she giggled, making a promise that would hopefully ensure a bright future.

"I promise, you will not be alone and unloved as I was, little one. Not while I draw breath."

May 1997

"Harry, what are doing here? We're supposed to be helping Professor McGonagall prepare the school for finals and tomorrow's Wizengamot session.", an annoyed Pansy said.

Harry dismissed her concerns with that damn smile of his, "Not to worry luv, the others are helping the Headmistress and if I have to sit through another meeting with those windbags, I'm going to obliviate myself."

Pansy rolled her eyes with a small smile at her husband and his hatred for official meetings, but she knew what she was doing when she fell for a rebel. She was just confused as to why Harry woke her up this early and dragged her to St. Mungo's of all places, especially as their sixth year was ending and much was still needed to be done before the summer started. While Penny, Fleur, and Tonks all had jobs and Angelina, Alicia, and now Katie will all be joining the Harpies Quidditch team, the rest of them had to find internships before their final year at Hogwarts.

Daphne and Tracey already had theirs lined up, the former working at the best potion makers company in Britain and the latter working here at St. Mungo's for the healing arts. Pansy and Hannah hope to be interning at Madam Malkin's and The Leaky Cauldron respectively to understand business and economics, their choice based on the stores they wish to own one day. Susan would be interning at the DMLE and shadowing Aurors if Kingsley accepted her application and the other Su would be interning for respected researchers for the IWC thanks to her father's influence and her status as Harry's wife.

The only one without a set plan was her bloody husband, who still couldn't pick a field that he wanted to work in, much to their silent frustration, but they understood. Harry spent his whole life being told what he could and could not do and many told him he was worthless at everything except for her and the other girls. Now that he was free, he wanted to be jack of all trades and couldn't decide on one set path.

They continued walking until they reached a place that gave Pansy pause, the coma ward. The same place where her mother had been admitted for almost ten years, ever since her father had poured Drought of the Living Dead down her throat.

"H-Harry, what are we doing here?", she asked trembling.

Harry's eyes softened, "You'll glad you came today, I promise. Do you trust me?"

Pansy didn't trust herself to speak, but her gaze hardened and she nodded. The two walked into the quiet hallway, yet Pansy could hear the beating of her own heart thundering in her chest as they approached what she knew was her mother's room. What she did not expect was a group of wizards and witches wearing robes that told her they specialized in healing arts and potions, and she certainly did not expect Tracey and Daphne to be among them.

Pansy and Harry approached them as she asked, "What's going on?"

Daphne smiled, "My father brought in some of the best potion master's across Europe at Harry's request to help and asked I be here to greet them and Trace is on a tour of the hospital, but we really wanted to be here for you."

Pansy grew more confused, "Harry's request? Help with what?"

Tracey smiled, "Why don't you look in the door, Pans?"

The Slytherin queen grimaced, but complied. She had never been allowed to visit her mother while her father was alive, and though he's been dead for two years, she still never went as she never wanted to see her laid up in a hospital bed, cold and unconscious in a state between life and death. Taking a deep breath and fearing the worst, she walked into the room and froze at the sight of her mother…her awake mother, looking out the window not having noticed her yet.

Pansy took a step back in shock only to be caught by Harry as she asked, "How?"

Harry smiled, "It wasn't easy, it took a lot of time, money, and patience, but it was worth it. I don't know all the specifics, but I do know she's a fighter, like her daughter."

Pansy started crying, "What does she know?"

Harry sighed and patted her shoulder, "Mostly the basics: it's been almost ten years, her husband is dead as are Voldemort and the rest of the Death Eaters, and you and I are married. I figured you would want to speak to her about the rest."

Pansy nodded and entered the room tentatively, "Mum?"

Jessica Parkinson turned toward the young woman and realized who she was, "P-Pansy?"

Pansy nodded and ran into her stunned mother's arms, "Yeah, mum…it's me."

Her mother hugged her tightly as she also cried, "You've gotten so big."

They both chuckled as Jessica moved to look Pansy in the eye, "You're husband and the doctors have told me a little about what I've missed, but I want to know more; speaking of which, we're going to have a serious talk about you joining Harry Potter's coven, young lady."

Pansy smiled before frowning, "Mum, I'm afraid your daughter is rather a disappointment. I was a twat to everyone and did bad things at father's command. Even when I was finally free of him, I still resorted to dark magic like him, including using the killing curse."

Jessica sighed, but not in anger and asked, "Why did you use that magic?"

Her daughter shifted on the bed, "To protect Harry and my new sisters, but that's no excuse."

Her mother smiled, "Pansy, protecting one's family needs no excuse. I told you once, long ago, that light and darkness are not the same as good and evil, for someone good can use darkness to protect what they love and the same is true for the opposite. Whatever mistakes you've made or think you've made, my love, I'd say you have more than made up for it, and I'm proud of you."

Pansy stated crying again into her mother's shoulder, "I've really missed you, mum."

Jessica held and soothed her daughter, "I've missed you, too. Now tell me everything."

As mother and daughter reconnected, Harry stood at the doorway with a smile on his face taking in the scene as Daphne and Tracey held his hands, happy that Pansy could finally be free of the darkness that has plagued for so long.

January 1998

Harry and Hannah strolled hand-in-hand through the lively streets of Diagon Alley, the air humming with the chatter of witches and wizards and the occasional whoosh of a broomstick overhead. The cobblestone roads sparkled faintly under the evening light, the magical world around them bustling with activity as shops displayed their wares with fervor. From enchanted quills to bubbling cauldrons, there was no shortage of curiosities to catch the eye.

Hannah giggled as Harry pointed out a particularly eccentric mannequin in a robe shop window that waved every few seconds, its movements awkward and delightful. Her laughter lit up the moment, and Harry couldn't help but beam. He loved seeing her like this—radiant, carefree, and immersed in her joy after all she's suffered.

As they passed the Apothecary, Harry slowed his steps. "Hannah, I've got a little surprise for you," he said, his tone teasing but warm.

"A surprise? Now you've got me curious, Potter," she replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

Harry grinned mischievously, his emerald eyes twinkling, "Alright, but you'll need to trust me. Close your eyes."

Hannah hesitated for a moment before playfully rolling her eyes and obliging, "Fine, but if you lead me into the Weasley's prank shop, you'll regret it."

Harry chuckled as he gently guided her a few paces further down the street, his hands steady on her arms. The murmur of the crowd seemed to soften as they reached their destination. He paused in front of the newly opened establishment, taking a moment to admire the sign above the door: The Badger's Pub. The golden badger emblem glowed faintly, its charm radiating warmth and welcome.

"Okay," Harry said softly, his voice carrying a smile. "Open your eyes."

Hannah blinked as her gaze settled on the building before them. Her breath caught as she took in the cozy storefront, its windows glowing with inviting light, and the sign that gleamed proudly. "The Badger's Pub," she read aloud, her voice tinged with wonder, "Harry, what is this?"

Harry stepped closer, his heart pounding but his grin steady, "It's yours."

Her wide eyes found his, disbelief etched across her face, "What do you mean, mine?"

"You're the owner, Hannah. I wanted to do something special for you, so I bought it. I know how much you've talked about wanting a place of your own, somewhere to make people feel welcome and at home. This is it." His voice softened with emotion as he added, "It's your dream."

Hannah took a step back, her hand pressed over her heart, as if trying to comprehend the enormity of what he had done. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but she didn't blink them away. Instead, she stepped forward and enveloped Harry in a fierce hug, burying her face against his chest.

After a long moment, she pulled back just enough to look at him. "Harry," she whispered, her voice trembling with affection, "I love you."

Harry's breath hitched, but his grin widened. "You do?"

"Yes," she said firmly, her emotions spilling over. "I love you more than I can say."

"Well, that's convenient," he teased, his tone warm and playful. "Because I love you, too."

Hannah laughed, her heart soaring, and Harry leaned in, cupping her face gently as he kissed her. The bustling world around them seemed to blur and fade, leaving only the two of them wrapped in the joy of the moment.

As they stood there, the golden badger above The Badger's Pub seemed to glow a little brighter, as if it too shared in their happiness. Hannah's dream had come true, but in that moment, it seemed Harry had found a piece of his own joy, too.

Lemon

After returning to the school and arriving at their private quarters, while the others were away, Harry and Hannah finally decided to take the final step and consummate their marriage.

Harry Potter sat down on the master bed with hunger in his eyes. His gorgeous blonde Hufflepuff wife flashed him a warm and accommodating smile, as he settled in. Hannah was dressed in a very form fitting set of robes which fit nicely over her curvy body.

"Just sit back and relax," Hannah said while she swayed her arse back and forth.

The view of Hannah's arse swaying most certainly enticed Harry. Hannah moved a little bit closer to Harry and decided to sit her firm backside down onto his cock. She ground up and down onto him, with her thick arse making several rotating motions. Hannah leaned in and rocked herself down onto Harry. She turned and faced him.

"Come here," Harry said.

Harry pulled Hannah into a kiss when the two worked back and forth against each other. Hannah's tongue invaded Harry's mouth while she ground up against him. Hannah slowly undid the front of her robe while grinding on him.

Hannah dropped her robes to the ground to reveal herself dressed in slinky green lingerie. Her tits could barely be held in the cups. Thigh high fuck me stockings covered her legs and a nice lacy thong added to the appeal. The gorgeous Hufflepuff shook her breasts at Harry and then turned around. Harry watched as Hannah's backside edged closer. She shook it at him and Harry spanked her, which made her cry out in pleasure.

"Let's see what I have to work with," Hannah said.

Hannah teased Harry a little bit longer. She slid his robes off and felt up his muscular arms. His shirt came off and Hannah rubbed Harry's body. Harry let out a vigorous grunt when Hannah's fingers moved from his chest and abs. The heat of her palm ground up against Harry's crotch and she squeezed it.

"Hello, big boy.", she moaned.

Hannah removed Harry's pants while stroking his thighs and kissing his abs. Hannah's hot lips moved down as Harry's massive organ flopped out of his pants and struck her in the face. Hannah grabbed ahold of it and turned her hand around onto it. Harry slipped his cock between her fingers as Hannah ran her hand up and down onto him.

"Tap on my thigh if I go to rough," Harry encouraged her and she nodded.

Harry used Hannah's pigtails as handles and lowered the mouth of his fellow seventh year down onto his crotch. Hannah made a loud pop when she got her fill of his cock. Harry leaned in and face-fucked Hannah. He used her mouth as his own personal fuck hole. Every thrust brought moans out of Hannah. Hannah massaged his balls and brought Harry pleasure.

"Fuck yes," Harry groaned when Hannah went down onto him. "Keep sucking. Don't you dare fucking stop. Do it, my hot, blonde bombshell of a Hufflepuff!"

Hannah obliged the powerful wizard and choked on his cock. She pushed face down onto Harry's pelvis and made the lewdest sounds possible.

"That's my girl.", Harry groaned.

Hannah edged more of her mouth down onto Harry's massive manhood. His prominent organ drove deeper into her throat. Hannah slurped Harry's cock.

"I want it all over my face," she purred.

Hannah used both of her hands and jerked off Harry's throbbing organ. She moved quickly and aggressively. Hannah stimulated every inch of Harry's member and it was not too long before Harry rocketed his seed all over Hannah's face. Hannah jerked him and milked his cock when more warm cum pumped all over her face.

Hannah tilted her head back and finished draining his balls down to the last drop all over her. Harry unleashed a geyser all over Hannah's body and made her trip with seed. Hannah stuck out her tongue to catch the last few strands of seed onto it and gave him a couple more sucks for good measure to taste his cum.

The moment passed, and Hannah turned around. Her thong slid down and Harry reached over to grab Hannah by the hair before he pulled her in.

"Such a delightful little slut," Harry growled in her ear. "I wonder where else I can put my cock."

Hannah ground her thick ass all over Harry's cock. Harry groped her tits. While they did not as big as Susan's or Fleur's, they were still nothing to sneeze at. Harry enjoyed playing with the sexy blonde witch's breasts while toying with her.

"Wet," Harry said. "I love it."

Hannah would have registered her love for Harry, had Harry just not made her brain shut down. Harry drove his big fat cock inside of Hannah and pounded her brains out. Hannah gripped onto the edge of the bed and let out more moans when Harry slammed into her.

The mind of the Hufflepuff had been shut down completely. Harry knew how to use her body. He pushed into Hannah and drove into her.

"On all four's like a good girl.", Harry growled.

Hannah let out another scream when Harry pounded her brains out. Harry knew precisely all of the buttons to hit and he rocked her. Harry slowed down and made her think of each thrust. When Hannah got used to Harry's tempo, he sped up once again.

Hannah wondered how she could take control. But it was Harry Potter. And Harry Potter took control, always. Harry pounded the hell out of Hannah's wet snatch and kept drilling her from behind and took her for a good long trip to pound town.

The screams could be heard all through the manor, which was empty currently. Harry picked up the pace and drilled Hannah's brains out. Her legs started to shake in pleasure. Harry pulled back on her pigtails and slammed down into her body until he made Hannah mentally shut down. He kept hammering her.

"Tonight, Abbott, you're mine.", he groaned.

Hufflepuff betrayed Harry a couple times too many, and now he was collecting on that debt. Hannah was ashamed that she had failed to realize just how special Harry was, but was more than making up for it now. Harry reared back and kept hammering Hannah until her mind had been reduced to nothing but mush.

"One more time.", he said as she came again.

Harry edged deep inside of her and then with one more glorious plunge, he came alongside Hannah. Harry spilled every last drop of his cum down into her hot pussy. Hannah tightened and released his cock. Harry left a huge creampie for Hannah and left her in a dazed and confused mess.

Harry just smiled and pulled back from Hannah. He pulled her back and whispered into her ear, "When you can gain feeling in your legs, we're going again."

Hannah nodded wordlessly, drool coming out of her mouth. Harry thought she got the message.

Lemon End

A few hours later, Harry and Hannah were resting peacefully in blissful slumber as the others came home and giggled at the scene of a ruined bedroom, but they were still genuinely happy for the two.

June 1998

It was a bright and beautiful morning at Hogwarts, the kind of day that seemed to hold the promise of endless possibilities. Today was graduation day, a momentous occasion that marked the end of an era for Harry Potter and his classmates. The Great Hall had been transformed into a sea of celebratory colors, filled with proud families, beaming professors, and students eager to step into the next chapter of their lives.

For Harry, the day was bittersweet. The joyous laughter and celebratory energy of his friends were a balm to his heart, but the weight of all he had lost along the way lingered just beneath the surface. His thoughts returned, as they often did, to the faces of his parents—James and Lily Potter—whose sacrifice had shaped the path he had walked since infancy. Today, however, there was something more than just memories pulling at him.

Harry had kept the Resurrection Stone with him ever since the harrowing Battle of Hogwarts, locked up and secure. For all the times it had tempted him with the possibility of summoning shades of the past, he had resisted, unsure of what it might bring or how it might affect him. But today, as he prepared to take one final step into the unknown, Harry decided it was time. If there was ever a day to feel their presence, to seek their counsel, this was it.

He slipped away from the festivities, finding a quiet corner of the castle grounds where the whisper of the wind carried the scent of blooming flowers. His fingers trembled slightly as he turned the stone thrice in his hand, just as he had done once before. The air around him seemed to shift, growing heavier and imbued with an otherworldly stillness.

And then they appeared.

James Potter stood tall, with the same mischievous glint in his eyes that Harry saw reflected in his own every day. Lily Potter's smile was warm and tender, the kind of smile that could light up the darkest of moments. For a moment, Harry could scarcely breathe, overwhelmed by the sight of the figures he had longed to see for as long as he could remember.

"Hello, son," James said, his voice carrying an easy warmth that made Harry's chest ache.

"You've grown into such a remarkable young man," Lily added, her voice tinged with pride and affection.

Harry felt a lump rise in his throat. "I wasn't sure if I should do this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I needed to see you. Today is… it's a big day."

James nodded knowingly. "Graduation. A milestone, to be sure. But you've already faced challenges that most wizards couldn't comprehend. This is just another step."

Lily reached out as though to brush a stray lock of hair from Harry's forehead, though her hand passed through him like mist. "It's okay to feel like this, Harry. You've carried so much on your shoulders. But remember, you've never been alone. We've always been with you, in one way or another."

The three of them stood there, exchanging words that felt like balm for old wounds. Harry spoke of his friends, of the battles won and lost, of the love and laughter that had carried him through. James and Lily listened, offering words of wisdom and reassurance in return. James was quite thrilled at the mention of the coven of wives, Lily less so, but she glad her son was happy.

"I wish you could stay," Harry said finally, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions.

"We're always with you, Harry," James replied. "You don't need this stone to feel us. You've got our love, and that's stronger than any magic."

Lily smiled softly. "And you've built a family of your own, Harry. Cherish them. Let them be your strength as you were ours. Goodbye, Harry. We love you."

As their forms began to fade, Harry felt a sense of peace settle over him. He turned the stone in his hand once more, and the air lightened, the world returning to its natural rhythm. The ache of longing remained, but it was accompanied by a newfound sense of closure.

He turned though when he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Penny looking at him with a small smile on her face, full of understanding. Harry hadn't even realized he was crying until his wife started wiping and kissing the tears away.

They parted and she spoke, "The ceremony is about to start and you have to give your speech. Are you going to be alright?"

Harry kissed her forehead, "I've never been better."

Hand in hand, Harry and Penny walked back to the castle, the grandeur of its towering spires shimmering under the golden hues of the evening. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation, the grounds humming with faint chatter and laughter as graduates and their families gathered for the momentous occasion.

As they approached the hall, Penny gave Harry's hand a reassuring squeeze before parting ways to join the audience. She slipped into a row where Fleur, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were seated, their animated whispers and radiant smiles lighting up the space. Each of them shared a bond forged through years of camaraderie, strength, and shared adventures—a bond that now carried into the future beyond Hogwarts.

Harry's gaze wandered over the room, catching sight of Tonks who was seated with the teachers, her pink hair a brilliant beacon amidst the scholarly robes. Near another section stood Daphne, Tracey, Pansy, Susan, Hannah, and Su, all dressed in their ceremonial robes, pride and joy gleaming in their expressions. These were the faces of his fellow graduates, companions who had journeyed beside him through trials, triumphs, and everything in between. Most importantly, though, they were now his family and he loved them more fiercely than he thought possible.

Harry smiled, a deep warmth spreading through his chest as he absorbed the sight of his loved ones, his friends, his mentors, each a piece of the intricate tapestry of his life. It was a moment to savor, a culmination of years of struggle and growth that had led to this day.

With determined strides, he ascended the steps to the podium, the soft murmur of the crowd falling into respectful silence. The castle stood as his backdrop, a timeless sentinel that had witnessed countless beginnings and ends, and now bore witness to his.

Harry took a deep breath, his emerald eyes sweeping the sea of faces before him. He was ready. Ready to speak, not just of the journey they had all traveled, but of the hope, resilience, and love that had carried them to this defining moment. The ceremony was about to begin, and Harry, standing tall, was prepared to embrace the future with all the strength and wisdom he had gained.

Harry stepped up to the podium, his movements steady, yet carrying the weight of the moment. The soft click of his shoes against the stone echoed in the now-silent hall, each face turned toward him, expectant and attentive. He rested his hands gently on the edge of the lectern, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before his voice, calm yet resonant, filled the space.

"My friends, my family," Harry began, a warmth infusing his tone. "Standing here today, I am reminded of the many times we've gathered in this castle—some triumphant, others somber. Hogwarts has not just been a school to us; it has been a refuge, a battlefield, and, most importantly, a home."

A ripple of agreement swept through the crowd, soft murmurs and nodding heads punctuating his words.

"As I look at all of you," he continued, "I see story after story. Stories of friendship forged in the common rooms, of battles fought side by side, of laughter echoing in these halls, and of quiet moments when we found strength in each other's presence. But I also see the shadows and losses we endured, mistakes we made, and the pain that shaped us. These walls have seen it all, haven't they? The joy and the sorrow, the love and the heartbreak, the victories and the sacrifices."

Harry paused, letting the weight of those memories sink in. His gaze softened as he spoke again, his voice carrying a thread of resolve.

"Our pasts are not perfect, mine least of all. But perfection was never the goal. It's the lessons we take from the past that define us, not the mistakes themselves. And those lessons, my friends, are what have brought us here. Today is not just a celebration of what we've achieved but also a tribute to those who made it possible—the mentors who guided us, the friends who stood by us, and the loved ones who sacrificed so much for our dreams."

He scanned the audience, his emerald eyes locking briefly with those of Professor McGonagall, who gave him a subtle nod of approval, her lips curving into the faintest of smiles.

"I stand before you not just as a fellow graduate," Harry continued, "but as someone who has inherited a responsibility greater than any I could have imagined. As the owner of this castle, I have the privilege—and the duty—to protect and nurture the legacy of Hogwarts. But I cannot do it alone. This school has stood for centuries because of the community it fosters, because of all of you."

A swell of emotion rose in his chest, and he let it guide his next words.

"We've faced challenges that seemed insurmountable. But time and again, we've proven that resilience, kindness, and unity can overcome even the darkest of days. Today, as we step into the future, let us carry that spirit with us. Let us build a world where the lessons of Hogwarts—of courage, friendship, and love—shine even brighter. Let us honor the sacrifices of those who came before us by making this world a better place for those who will come after."

The crowd was utterly silent, hanging on his every word.

"This ceremony marks the end of one chapter, but it is also the beginning of many others," Harry said, his voice growing in strength and certainty. "And as we write those new chapters, remember this—Hogwarts will always be here. Not just as a castle, but as a symbol. A symbol of hope, of possibility, and of the extraordinary magic that happens when we come together."

He took a deep breath, the weight of his emotions evident but not overwhelming. A small, hopeful smile graced his lips as he finished.

"Congratulations to all of you—graduates, mentors, and the families who have supported us. Thank you for being part of this incredible journey. Let us move forward with courage, with love, and with the unshakable belief that the best is yet to come."

The hall erupted in applause, cheers mingling with the thunderous claps of hands meeting. Harry stepped back from the podium, his heart full, as the crowd before him rose to their feet in a standing ovation. For a moment, he simply stood there, taking it all in—the faces of the people who had come to mean everything to him, the castle that had shaped his life, and the future, bright and boundless, stretching out before them all. Above all else, he reveled in the freedom to make their own choices that will change the world.

July 1998

It had been quite a while since Harry had been this nervous, arguably the most nervous he has ever been, which is saying something. He had been a married man for three years now, with the last two being married to twelve women, yet now today he made it official as their lives began today. While the girls had told him they didn't need an actual wedding ceremony, Harry had been with them long enough that he could tell they wanted one, which brought them to today in the biggest wedding in Wizarding Britain's history if Witch Weekly is to be believed.

It felt like half the country was currently on his manor's grounds, waiting to celebrate the love between Harry Potter and his ladies', or try to kiss their asses. Harry didn't want so many people, including foreign and domestic government officials, at his wedding, but Daphne and Pansy had insisted they had to make these wankers feel more self-important than usual. Not to mention, he couldn't exactly refuse Fleur and Su's fathers when they brought much of their entourage from Frace and China after the way he married their daughters, or stole as they liked to put it.

Taking a deep breath in his new and impeccable dress robes, he exited his study to face the music in spite of his nerves. While the wedding would be taking place on the grounds outside, the guests were all mingling amongst themselves inside his mansion; not to surprising since this was the first time he had allowed anyone except his wives, their families, and Sirius inside during the two years he has lived there. Harry walked through the ballroom, where most of the guests had congregated, and gave polite nods and made small talk to his friends.

He nodded to several prominent guests, including his Gryffindor wives' teammate Gwenog Jones from the Harpies', Headmistress Minerva McGonagall who gave him a watery smile, several Ministers of Magic from different countries, and even Viktor Krum gave him a nod of respect.

However, it was the other champion from the Triwizard Tournament that Harry made small talk with in the form of Cedric Diggory and his new wife Cho Chang. Cedric and he had kept in touch with the occasional letter over the last three years, and Harry had been glad to hear his former rival had recovered well. While Cedric was still hampered by the loss of his leg, his magical prosthetic gave him much of his mobility back, even if he'll never be 100% again. Thankfully, Cho had stayed by him through his recovery and provided him the support he needed along with his parents and friends.

Cedric shook Harry's hand and said, "Harry, you actually did it you magnificent bastard. You'll have to tell me and every man on the planet how one day."

Cho cuffed her husband on the back of his head and smiled apologetically at Harry, "In your dreams, luv. We wanted to congratulate personally, Harry, and thank you for inviting us."

Harry smiled at the happy couple, "I should be thanking you guys for coming, most of the others here are people I would rather avoid."

Cedric chuckled, "I know what you mean; when me and Cho got married, there was close to two dozen Ministry goons from both Britain and China and I could barely get through the day without Cho. How the bloody hell you are managing all this is beyond me."

The three laughed and talked for a little while before Harry said goodbye and made his way toward the family room. This is the part that he had been dreading the most, spending time with his many, many in-laws. Contrary to popular belief, Harry did actually get along well with most of his wives' families, in spite of how they got married; that didn't mean however, they fully approved of all this. Taking a long, deep breath he entered the large room to find his new and very large family talking amongst themselves.

His relationship with Amelia Bones and John Abbott was fairly solid, especially the latter who thanked him profusely for saving his daughter. The same could be said for Jessica Parkinson since he helped save her, and Pansy's grandfather had given his blessing before his passing a year ago. Andromeda, the Johnson's, and the Greengrass', thanks to their pureblood upbringing, understood Harry's situation and eventually accepted it once they saw the love he had for their daughters.

Ted Tonks, Andrew Clearwater, Tracey's mom Carol, and the Bell's took much longer to convince due to their muggle upbringing. It took over two years for them to finally come around and lots of arguments with their daughters, but when they saw him committed and raising Delphini with the girl's, their complaints died down once they were sure of the girl's happiness, even if they still didn't fully approve.

Finally, Tracey's father Gregor, Alicia's mom Nymeria, the Li's, and the Delacour's were rather against the marriage still for varying reasons; although, Fleur's mother, Apolline was a lot more understanding being a Veela, she was more worried about her daughter being in a coven. Mr. Li was furious his daughter had went against his wishes and eloped and hadn't spoken to his daughter for almost two years until his wife brokered a peace, Gregor simply hated his daughter being married in general as an overprotective father, and Nymeria because of her past. 

Harry put his best charming smile, "Good day, everyone. I hope the girl's are ready, we should be getting underway soon."

They all smiled or grimaced but nodded as Amelia said, "They're finishing up now, wanted to wait until we're all outside to start."

Harry nodded, "Well then, I guess all we can do is wait. Talk amongst yourselves and mingle with the other guests. Trust me when I say, many of them have some very interesting stories."

Most them nodded and walked out, but Su's parents Han and Yuri pulled him aside. The former had a grave expression, while the latter had a resigned expression.

Han gave him a hard stare, "I don't suppose there's anything I can say that will convince you or Su to call this off?"

Harry raised an amused eyebrow, "After almost two and half years of marriage? Nope."

Mr. Li was about to protest but his wife cut him off, "Han, that's enough, we're past the point of no return, and I will not have my only daughter alienated from us. Su is happy, you must stop."

Wanting to avoid an argument on today of all days, Harry said, "Mr. Li, I know that you don't approve of this, be it for your values or ambition, and personally I don't need you to like me. However, I know that in spite of everything, Su still loves you. You can part be part of her life, her children's lives, or you can go home and stay out of ours."

Han glared at him until he finally sighed, "I suppose you are right, Mr. Potter. I tried to plan Su's future, but in doing so, I only pushed her away. I don't approve of this, but I can't exactly break up a soul bond of magic and love, so I'll let it go, but you had better make her happy."

Harry smiled, "On that, Mr. Li, we can agree."

"Well, Jean-Luc, it appears our fears have been alleviated, non?", said an enchanting voice with a French accent.

Harry turned to see Fleur's parents, Apolline smiling at him as Jean-Luc gave him a begrudging nod of respect. Fleur's father was a lot less vocal in his disapproval, since he married a Veela of all people, but he still wasn't happy about it. Harry nodded to the Delacour's, happy to get their cooperation as he left the two foreign couples to talk about the IWC, last thing Harry wanted to do at his wedding was to talk politics.

Harry grimaced as we approached by the Davis's approached, Carol was always a pleasure, Gregor on the other hand was more hotheaded than a drunk Sirius. Mrs. Davis had a wide smile on her face that reminded him of her daughter, while Mr. Davis was grumbling with his arms crossed and stern glare.

Carol spoke first, "Harry, dear, my husband has an apology to make. Don't you, Gregor?"

Gregor huffed, "I'm sorry for insulting you…even though you did steal my daughter."

His wife elbowed him, "And?"

Mr. Davis exhaled, "And I'm sorry for trying to attack you every time we meet."

Harry chuckled awkwardly, "What's a couple of rugby tackles between in-laws? I just hope we can move past this, for Tracey's sake?"

Gregor bristled but nodded with the urging of his wife, or rather the threatening look she gave. The two walked off with the other parents, while deep in Angelina's parents, Andre and Maxine, leaving Harry alone finally.

"Your good at getting people on your side; then again, you'd have to be to marry my daughter.", Harry turned to see Nymeria Spinnet, Alicia's mother sitting on a leather chair giving him a blank stare.

Harry met her gaze evenly, "Your daughter means the world to me, as do the others."

Nymeria chuckled without humor, "That's what my husband said to my mother, before…"

Harry winced, but maintained his gaze, "I'm no saint, Mrs. Spinnet, I won't deny that with my many mistakes and hard choices, but I'm nothing like your late husband."

"I know, and if you were, I would kill you right here and now.", she said in a calm and cold tone that would have scared a lesser man.

Harry nodded, "I believe you, but you won't scare me off, Nymeria. I've been through too much to lose Alicia or the others, and I'll die before letting them go. Hell, I did die and I still couldn't let them go."

Nymeria nodded, seemingly satisfied, and stood up to join the other parents, allowing Harry to release a breath he didn't know he had been holding. It was then he noticed the other guests had been heading outside, meaning the ceremony was about to begin.

Harry adjusted the cuffs of his jacket and stepped out into the warm glow of the afternoon sun, where rows of chairs lined the garden, awaiting the guests. The fluttering petals of lilies and roses bordered the aisle, leading to the elegant outdoor altar that seemed to beckon him forward with quiet promise. He inhaled deeply, steadying his resolve, and began his approach.

As he moved closer, Harry spotted Neville Longbottom, his best man, already waiting near the altar with an easy smile that radiated calm reassurance. Beside him stood Luna Lovegood, his fiancée, her ethereal presence as unmistakable as ever. She gave Harry a soft, knowing look, the kind that seemed to pierce through all pretenses and land squarely on the truth of a person.

Neville clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder as he reached them, his grip firm yet comforting. "You ready for this, mate?", he asked, his tone a mix of teasing and sincerity.

Harry smiled faintly, a trace of nerves glinting in his eyes, "Ready as I'll ever be. How about you? No cold feet on your end, I hope."

Neville chuckled, "Not a chance. I've got years of practice standing at your side in far more dangerous situations. Compared to fighting Death Eaters, this is a walk in the park."

Luna tilted her head, her dreamy voice drifting like a song. "It's more than that, though. A wedding is a binding of hearts, a weaving of destinies. Quite an extraordinary thing, really."

Harry couldn't help but smile at Luna's perspective, finding comfort in her unorthodox wisdom. "Extraordinary is one word for it. I just hope the ceremony goes smoothly."

Neville grinned. "With you? Smooth isn't usually the first word that comes to mind. But don't worry, Harry. If anything goes awry, your twelve very angry wives will handle it."

Before Harry could respond, the sound of soft strings began to fill the air as the musicians began to play, signaling the start of the ceremony. The three exchanged one last glance, a silent promise of support, and took their places at the altar. Harry's heartbeat quickened as he turned to face the unfolding procession, knowing that beyond the aisle lay the beginning of something extraordinary, a union of love, commitment, and the unyielding bonds forged through shared trials and triumphs.

The ceremony began with an air of pageantry and reverence as Harry's wives started their procession down the aisle, each accompanied by a family member. Fleur Delacour was the first to step forward, her elegance unmatched, as she walked arm in arm with her father, Jean-Luc, whose dignified demeanor mirrored his daughter's poise. Tonks followed closely behind, her vibrant personality shining as she strode confidently beside her father, Ted, who beamed with pride.

Next came the Slytherin contingent, their presence commanding and resolute. Daphne Greengrass moved with regal grace alongside her father, Cyrus, while Tracey Davis, with her father Gregor, brought an understated charm. Pansy Parkinson followed, arm in arm with her mother, Jessica, her stride embodying bold confidence.

The Gryffindor Chasers brought an energy that reflected their fiery house spirit. Angelina Johnson, radiant in the afternoon sun, walked with her father Andre, followed by Katie Bell alongside her father Zachary, her smile lighting up the aisle. Alicia Spinnet completed their trio, walking with her mother Nymeria, whose earlier sternness had softened into a proud glow.

The Ravenclaw wives brought their own touch of brilliance to the procession. Penelope Clearwater walked with her father Andrew, her steps measured and refined, while Su Li followed gracefully, her father Han matching her dignified stride.

Rounding out the procession were the Hufflepuff wives, their warmth palpable. Susan Bones walked with her Aunt Amelia, the matriarch's strength complementing Susan's gentle resolve. Finally, Hannah Abbott brought the ceremony to its crescendo, her father John walking proudly beside her, their bond evident in every step.

As each pair reached their place, the atmosphere grew more charged with anticipation. Harry's heartbeat quickened anew, his gaze unwavering as he took in the procession, the love and unity embodied by each individual resonating deeply. The air seemed to hum with promise, heralding not just the ceremony's beginning, but the start of a shared journey that extended far beyond the day's vows.

As the final notes of the musicians' prelude faded into a reverent silence, the parents of Harry's wives took their seats, the aisle now perfectly illuminated by the afternoon sun. A hush descended over the gathered guests, their anticipation palpable. Harry's heart swelled as he gazed at the line of extraordinary women before him, each representing a bond forged in trust, loyalty, and love.

At the altar, Sirius Black stepped forward, his presence commanding yet warm, his robes tailored with a subtle elegance befitting the occasion. His expression bore a rare mix of solemnity and mischief, a glint in his eyes hinting at the pride he held for his godson's bold and unconventional path.

"Well," Sirius began, his voice carrying effortlessly across the ceremony space, "if someone had told me years ago that I'd be officiating a wedding for Harry Potter and not one, but twelve remarkable women, I might have thought they were drunk—or perhaps indulging in one of Fred and George's more experimental concoctions." A ripple of laughter broke through the tension, easing the room into a more intimate atmosphere.

He paused, letting the humor settle before continuing with gravity, "But here we are, witnesses to a union that defies convention and embraces the extraordinary. Today isn't just about vows or ceremonies. It's about courage—the courage to love deeply, to commit wholly, to embrace the adventure of building a life together."

Sirius's gaze swept over the brides, his tone shifting to one of admiration, "Each of you has shaped Harry into the person he is standing here today. Through challenges, triumphs, and quiet moments of understanding, you've shown him—and each other—what it means to be unyieldingly loyal and endlessly loving. And Harry, you've done the same for them."

Turning to the audience, he added, "You, too, are part of today's story. Families, friends, mentors—each of you has contributed to the fabric of who these incredible individuals have become. And now you bear witness to the weaving together of their lives."

Sirius turned back to Harry and his wives, his voice steady and resonant, "And so we begin. The ceremony today is not just a declaration of love but a promise—a promise to face life together, arm in arm, no matter what it may bring."

He smiled, his voice softening, "And with that, let us move to the heart of this ceremony—the exchanging of vows. Harry, if you're ready…" Sirius's gaze flicked to Harry, filled with both encouragement and expectation, as the moment of truth drew ever closer.

Harry took a deep breath and said the words he's felt for so long, but afraid to speak for fear of it not being real, not anymore though, "I spent most of my life alone, hunted, and hated that I had almost given up on life, until you all came into my life. Fleur, you understood my loneliness and helped me overcome it. Tonks, you brought joy and laughter into my life when I needed it most, saving me. Daphne, you taught me emotional stability and temper my darkness. Tracey, you are my best friend and every day is an adventure with you. Pansy, you make want to strive to better for myself and for us. Angelina, you are the most compassionate and courageous person I know, making me not fear tomorrow's problems. Alicia, you helped me heal from the worst of my trauma when no one else could. Katie, you are the light of this family, dropping everything to help me or the others at a moment's notice. Penelope, you are guiding hand for me and this family, a mother's strength and wisdom that keep us all sane. Su, you have a brilliant mind that always challenging me to seek knowledge to improve the world. Hannah, your are kind and gentle in spite of what you've been through, and you help me be a better person that cares about his fellow man. Susan, you are the strength that protects this family, your loyalty unquestionable to anyone. I love you all more deeply than I ever thought possible."

One by one, the brides stepped forward, their faces luminous with emotion and love. Fleur began, her melodic voice imbued with the grace of her Veela heritage. "Harry," she said softly, her French accent weaving a delicate thread through her words, "you showed me that even in solitude, there lies a heart yearning to connect. You made me believe in the power of shared dreams, and I vow to stand beside you, as your partner in all things, for as long as we both shall live."

Next was Tonks, her playful energy tempered by a heartfelt sincerity, "Harry, you've been the source of my laughter and light, even in the darkest of times. I promise to keep adding color to your life, to be your anchor and your spark, to stay true to the joy we've found together."

Daphne followed, her tone steady yet vibrant with emotion, "Harry, you've shown me the strength in vulnerability and the beauty of balance. I vow to always seek harmony with you, to temper the storms we may face and to cherish the calm."

Tracey stepped forward, a playful smile tugging at her lips yet softened by the tears in her eyes, "Harry, you are my best friend, my confidant, and my greatest adventure. I swear to nurture the spirit of discovery in our lives together, to treasure every journey, big or small."

Pansy's voice was full of conviction as she spoke, "Harry, you inspire me to be more, to do more, to live more. I promise to always strive alongside you, to better myself and to build a future worth fighting for."

Angelina's words were tender yet resolute, "Harry, you've given me courage to face each day with hope and compassion. I vow to always be your ally, to protect the goodness we've found, and to confront life's challenges with unwavering strength."

Alicia stepped forward, her voice laced with healing warmth, "Harry, you've been a balm to my wounds and a testament to resilience. I promise to nurture the heart and soul we've built together, to find healing in our love every day."

Katie's smile radiated through her words, "Harry, you're the light that shines on all of us, a beacon in every moment of doubt. I vow to be your steady flame, to guide and to follow, to always be your safe harbor."

Penelope spoke with the wisdom of someone who had weathered life's storms, "Harry, you've brought me purpose and clarity, a newfound strength in unity. I promise to guide us all with compassion and wisdom, to be the foundation upon which our family grows."

Su, her brilliance as sharp as her affection, added, "Harry, you've challenged me to think beyond limits, to dream of a better world. I promise to keep pushing boundaries with you, to always seek improvement, and to nurture the brilliance in our lives."

Hannah's voice was tender, filled with quiet strength, "Harry, you've reminded me that kindness and courage can coexist, even in the face of adversity. I vow to always bring gentle strength to our love, to embody the compassion we share."

Finally, Susan spoke with unwavering conviction, "Harry, you are my steadfast rock, the protector of us all. I promise to always be your shield and your sword, to stand by your side as we face the future together."

Each vow echoed through the ceremony space, weaving a tapestry of love and commitment that was as unique as the individuals who spoke them. Together, they formed a symphony of promises, resonating not just with the gathered guests, but with the very essence of their union.

Sirius stepped forward, his eyes glistening with pride and a touch of mischief as he addressed the gathered group. "Well," he began, his voice carrying the warmth of a man who had witnessed both trials and triumphs, "if we've all finished tugging at each other's heartstrings, I think it's time we make this official."

Turning to Harry, he asked with exaggerated gravitas, "Harry James Potter, do you take each of these remarkable women to be your partners in love, life, and all the chaos in between?"

Harry, his voice steady but brimming with emotion, replied, "I do."

Sirius then turned to each of the women in turn, beginning with Tracey, "And do you, Tracey Davis, take this wizard to be your partner, through laughter and tears, through every new discovery and adventure?"

Tracey smiled, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy, and said, "I do."

One by one, Sirius addressed them, his tone a perfect blend of humor and sincerity, "Pansy Parkinson, do you promise to keep challenging Harry to be the extraordinary person he inspires you to be?"

Pansy, her voice filled with conviction, replied firmly, "I do."

"Fleur Delacour, will you continue to stand by Harry, and over the harsh loneliness we all sometimes face?", he asked seriously this time.

"I do", Fleur said in her enchanting accent.

"Nymphadora Tonks, my favorite cousin, will you continue to bring laughter and joy into Harry's life and undo the mistakes of our family?", Sirius asked with a grin.

"Don't call me Nymphadora! You're bloody damn right I do!", Tonks said with a whoop.

"Daphne Greengrass, will you keep Harry steady in the trials to come as you have before?"

"I do", Daphne said as she dropped her icy mask for a watery smile.

"Angelina Johnson, will you stand as Harry's ally, his partner in every battle and every moment of hope?"

"I do," Angelina responded with warmth and steadfast resolve.

"Alicia Spinnet, do you vow to continue being the healing light in Harry's life, as he's been in yours?"

"I do," Alicia said softly, her voice carrying the weight of her promise.

"Katie Bell, will you stand as Harry's steady flame, his guide, and his safe harbor?"

Katie's radiant smile deepened, "I do."

"Penelope Clearwater," Sirius said with a knowing nod, "do you promise to be the foundation that helps this family grow, with wisdom and compassion?"

Penelope's voice was calm but filled with certainty. "I do."

"Su Li, will you nurture the brilliance you and Harry share and push the boundaries of your dreams together?"

"I do," Su replied, her words sharp yet tender.

"Hannah Abbott, do you vow to bring kindness and quiet courage to the bond you share with Harry?"

"I do," Hannah said, her voice as gentle as her smile.

"And finally, Susan Bones," Sirius concluded, his voice steady, "will you be Harry's steadfast shield and sword, his partner in facing whatever the future may bring?"

Susan's response was strong and sure, "I do."

As the final words were spoken, Sirius raised his arms theatrically, a wide grin breaking across his face. "Then by the power bestowed upon me as the most dashing godfather in the wizarding world, I pronounce you all united in love and unbreakable promise. You may seal it with a kiss—or several."

Harry, laughter in his eyes, turned to each of his partners, sharing a kiss with each one as the guests erupted into applause and cheers. Even little Delphini, almost two, was clapping in Andromeda's lap, happy despite not knowing the context. The ceremony ended in a brilliant crescendo of joy, love, and celebration, the air alive with magic and the promise of a shared future. Harry closed his eyes as he and his wives moved toward the manor and felt that the end of the path to freedom, while long and treacherous, was worth it for this reward.