"Cheers!" Angelina Johnson exclaimed loudly, and she, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Harry all clinked together their bottles of firewhiskey, which was decidedly not allowed on Hogwarts grounds, as it packed more of a punch than butterbeer, which was non-alcoholic despite the name.
"You pulled out a victory, huh?" Alicia remarked, shaking her head.
"I managed. Your Seeker's shit." Harry grinned, and Angelina rolled her eyes.
"You're telling me. He couldn't catch a Stupefied Snitch." Angelina shook her head, long black hair shaking. The buxom black fifth-year was sitting right beside Harry on a loveseat, and their legs were touching.
They were sitting in one of the various sitting rooms scattered around the castle, places for students to gather and chat.
This one had been captured by 3 lionesses and a serpent.
Angelina slid an arm around Harry and he took the invitation to cuddle closer with her. It was pretty chilly in this particular sitting room, even with the fireplace crackling.
"You guys excited for Christmas break? It's just a few weeks away." Harry mentioned.
"Can't wait." Katie smiled, "My family's taking a plane to Switzerland."
Katie was Muggle-born, Harry recalled.
"My dad's taking me to bloody Ilvermorny." Alicia frowned.
"Why?" Harry asked in surprise at the mention of the American wizarding school.
"Something to do with his new job on the British Magical Board of Education." she grumbled.
"Have fun in America." Angelina chuckled to her friend, and cuddled up closer to Harry, "I'm going to be spending my Christmas with family at my house."
All three girls looked to Harry, waiting to hear what his plans were.
"I'm not sure what my Christmas plans are yet." Harry admitted with a shrug, "Probably some kind of big meal with my family somewhere."
Harry leaned his head on Angie's shoulder and slid his arm around her waist, enjoying the fullness of her curves.
"You two are all over each other, aren't you?" Alicia laughed, "You guys shagging?"
"Not yet." Harry winked at Alicia, who grinned.
"I'm not fucking a third year." Angelina laughed, and stroked a finger down Harry's back. Harry turned and moved so he was facing her directly.
"Why not?" Harry asked, and his hands began to trail upwards along her voluptuous, well-endowed body. His hands slid up her sides then slid around to her torso and slipped up to her breasts, which Angelina didn't stop as Harry began kneading and groping them.
Harry heard Katie breathing harder than usual, and Alicia was leaned forward with interest. Angelina felt like putty in his hands as his hands slid up from her large tits to cup her cheeks, and then suddenly his lips were on hers and she was kissing him back.
Angelina's hands were light on his body at first, but as the kiss deepened, her grip tightened and she pulled Harry in.
When the kiss broke, Angelina was breathing hard, and her eyes were a bit wider than usual.
"That was just a congratulatory kiss for winning." Angelina insisted, "Don't expect me to join your little imaginary coven."
Harry nodded and slid back to his original position at Angelina's side, where they promptly cuddled back up.
He expected that she wouldn't last long in her resolve, but decided he'd give her some time to stew on the visible arousal she was feeling.
He was horny, too, thanks to the sexy dark-skinned girl's incredible body.
Harry would come back for Angelina after the Christmas holidays, he resolved, and she glanced sideways at him almost on cue.
Harry leaned over and kissed her cheek, which made Alicia smirk.
———
The rest of the weekend passed, and Monday came around. Monday morning found Harry being woken up by Fleur.
His eyes fluttered open to meet the deep blue eyes of his Veela baby mama, who promptly kissed him. Both Harry and Fleur were naked, as it seemed that pajamas were outlawed in this living area.
Harry rolled over on top of Fleur, and the sixth year girl eagerly relented to him, letting him take charge.
Harry and Fleur kissed passionately until the door opened and Lily walked in.
"Merlin, this place is just non-stop sex, isn't it? I walked in yesterday to find Nym bent over the bed screaming as you pounded her." Lily shook her head wryly as Harry rolled off of Fleur and rose out of bed to greet his mother.
Greeting, of course, meaning pulling her into his arms and kissing her full on the lips, which she happily returned.
When mother and son separated, Harry glanced back at his naked Veela lover and sat down on the edge of the bed. Fleur instantly moved forwards to sit in Harry's lap. His cock was wrapped promptly between her plump cheeks, and Harry reached up to play with her tits while Lily talked.
"Emma's bringing Astoria back to the castle today." Lily said. Harry's eyes shot open.
"Is Storey already here yet?" Harry demanded.
"Not yet. She'll be here in about half an hour." Lily said.
"Whew. Glad I didn't miss her." Harry said, and rested his chin on Fleur's shoulder.
"It is very fun zat you 'ave impregnated so many women, as we will all grow big together." Fleur mentioned, and Harry's hands slid down to Fleur's baby bump, which was a decent size, actually.
She was nearing four months pregnant, and her stomach had a visible outwards curve to it, as did Nym's. Susan was about half a month behind them, and she was looking quite large anyway, almost on par with the two older girls.
It had occurred to Harry that Isis was around during Harry knocking up Sue, and he was wondering if that made her having multiple children more likely.
He was definitely thinking that about Lily, as Freya's whole thing seemed to be fertility, and with two goddesses, that might change things.
Harry glanced at his mother, looking rather prim and proper in her Hogwarts teacher robes, which was a sharp contrast to the wanton slut Harry had seen just a few nights ago.
"You should get showered and dressed, love. I'll excuse you from class so you can spend time with the Greengrasses, but I have to dash to Muggle Studies." Lily apologized.
"Alright, will do. Where's Storey coming into the school from?" Harry inquired.
"I imagine she'll be coming into Dumbledore's office directly." Lily said, biting her lip thoughtfully, "If you hurry, I'll take you there."
"Zat means I better stay 'ere." Fleur said ruefully, and she and Harry exchanged a sloppy French kiss (ironic, huh?) before Fleur slid from her lover's lap and let Harry get up and shower.
———
A showered and dressed Harry followed his mum through the halls of Hogwarts, just a few minutes before Lily's first class was due to start.
She led Harry up to a giant stone statue of a griffin, and murmured something. Harry watched curiously as the statue began to widen, then split open, exposing a door concealed inside it.
"A griffin door." Harry noted, thinking how familiar those words sounded.
Lily laughed softly.
"Go on in, just tell him I sent you. Now, I'm off." Lily said.
Harry glanced back and forth down the halls and planted a loving kiss on his mum's lips, and she gave a breathless sigh when he drew back.
"I love you." Lily murmured, and Harry replied in kind before his mother dashed off.
Harry entered the revealed griffin door, and ascended a flight of stairs up to a grand office where the cry of a phoenix made him look sharply left. Beside the phoenix's perch sat the Sorting Hat, a ragged old thing that Harry had once placed on his head to become a Slytherin.
He wondered for a second what his life might have been like if he'd been sorted into Gryffindor like his parents before him. It was hard to boil your life's course down to one event, but Harry suspected that what house someone was sorted into may change them entirely.
"Mr. Potter." a kindly yet sharp voice said behind Harry, and he spun around instantly.
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, gave Harry a peaceful smile and walked past him towards his desk.
Dumbledore sat himself down and raised his eyebrows.
"How is it you came to discover my office?" Dumbledore questioned. He didn't sound forceful or demanding, but Harry had a compulsion to tell the truth.
"My mother brought me." Harry shrugged, "I'm here to see Astoria Greengrass return."
"Odd, that you should think her return is so meaningful." Dumbledore commented mildly, "Her sister isn't even here yet."
"Well, Storey- uh, Astoria, she's going to be my sister in law, one day. I also have a fairly personal stake in her recovery." Harry shrugged vaguely.
"Yes, your encounter and bargain with Freyja, the Nordic goddess of magic, childbirth, war, and fertility." Dumbledore said calmly. Harry's eyes were wide as quarters, which seemed to amuse Dumbledore.
"Do you believe that I do not keep tabs on my students? That I do not have sensors set up to detect outside magic that may have attached itself to my students? Had I deemed your connections with Freyja or Aset harmful, I would have contacted someone about them, and we would have purified you of their touch." Dumbledore said, just as mildly as ever despite threatening two goddesses.
Freya and Isis inside Harry rumbled with anger and indignation, respectively. Harry was surprised at the loving protectiveness that poured towards him from both goddesses, though perhaps Freya's was a bit stronger. It made sense, as he was her only real companion. Isis hadn't shared much about Egypt's pantheon, but they hadn't gone through a doomsday like Ragnarök, so Harry imagined they were fine.
"How much else do you know about your students?" Harry asked.
"Not anything too personal. I am not invasive, I only monitor for harmful magic, I do not keep eyes and ears on my students." Dumbledore said.
Harry was relieved by that, if Dumbledore was telling the truth. Someone knowing about Isis and Freya had sent him reeling, and he was wondering what else Dumbledore might know. There was a lot of dirt he could potentially find that would hurt Harry or his loved ones: Harry's incestuous affair with Lily, his scandalous relationships with any of the women more than a year or so older than him.
Even something like Harry having Slytherin's Monster at his manor.
"Right. So, uh, what time should Storey be getting here?" Harry asked.
"The Lady Greengrass will be escorting her here in… five minutes." Dumbledore consulted the pocket watch on his desk.
Harry let his gaze wander around the office as he forced nonchalance into his posture. Dumbledore unnerved him, in truth. He didn't think Dumbledore was an enemy, of course, but certainly a threat, if he ever found out any of Harry's closely guarded secrets.
Harry's eyes landed on a crystalline wand on a stand and a heavy black ring with a G engraved in it, and pondered that for an instant before his eyes found a golden hourglass amulet which Dumbledore had left sitting on the floor for some reason.
Dumbledore followed Harry's gaze, and his eyes widened just a fraction. He glanced around his office curiously, then rose to his feet and moved to lift it.
Harry caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a familiar and mysterious young woman with raven hair and full curves, but she seemed to vanish on the spot.
Harry glanced at Dumbledore and saw that the old man was facing away from where the young woman Harry had glimpsed the day of the Quidditch match had been. He hadn't seen her.
Just then, the fireplace erupted in green flames, and our stepped two familiar figures, Emma and Astoria Greengrass.
Astoria looked… vibrant and gorgeous. Perhaps it was just absence making him miss her more, but he felt as if she really had gotten prettier. He then realized that her bosom had grown a sizable amount too, straining her white button up blouse that all of the Hogwarts students wore. Looks like Astoria had handily become the bustier Greengrass sister.
Emma was as breathtaking as ever, and the beautiful blonde MILF brought up memories of him fucking her in Vanaheim and eating her out on the side of the pool at the Potter Estate.
Harry dashed forwards to embrace Astoria, and the slightly younger girl embraced him back just as eagerly. Harry spun her around happily, and her bigger breasts squashed up against his chest.
Her green eyes sparkled with happiness as she gazed into his emerald ones, and Harry pulled Storey tighter to him.
"I was so terrified you were going to die." Harry murmured into her ear.
"From the stories Mum told me, you're the reason I didn't." Astoria breathed in Harry's ear, and her lips found his cheek, sliding closer and closer to his mouth.
She was breathing hard and looked worried when she drew back. Harry hesitated just briefly because of Dumbledore's presence, but damn it all, he wanted her to get rid of that nervousness in her eyes.
One of Harry's arms shot out, hooked around her tiny waist, and pulled her in for a sweet kiss on the lips. Nothing graphic, just a quick, sweet kiss.
Emma looked happily at Harry and Astoria, while Dumbledore's face was unreadable.
"Well, I'll let you take her back down to school, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said, and Emma approached his desk to talk as Harry took Astoria by the hand and led her from the office.
He half expected her to jump him and kiss him harder, but when she didn't, he figured he shouldn't be comparing her to Daphne or Emma.
Speaking of Daphne, Astoria's big sister was waiting impatiently in the hall outside the griffin door when they exited, and she leaped to hug Astoria, not even registering Harry's presence.
The Greengrass sisters clung to each other tightly, and tears of joy streamed down Daphne's face, to the point where Harry moved towards the sisters and stroked Daphne's back. She turned to plant kiss after kiss on his lips.
"You saved my sister." Daphne exclaimed, and many more kisses were planted all over his face, one even came from Astoria, a warm one on his lips.
"Storey, did your tits get way bigger?" Daphne realized with a gasp. Astoria blushed and nodded.
"Mum said it probably had something to do with Freya's magic." she admitted, "She even told me her own breasts had become wildly sensitive since Freya inhabited her body."
Freya felt very amused at that news, which made Harry chuckle.
"I need to get Freya's magic worked on me." Daphne frowned. Harry grabbed big handfuls of Daphne's large breasts and leaned down to kiss her cleavage.
"They're just perfect the way they are, my love." Harry said firmly. Daphne melted into his embrace, and she kissed him.
"I love you, Harry." Daphne sighed, and they squeezed each other. One of Harry's arms opened to invite Astoria to the hug, and he pulled her tightly to his chest as well.