The Greengrasses Chapter 19 (Patreon)

“You desperately need to rest.”

In the days since they did the ritual together, Harry could have expected for several things to happen. For one, his older betrothed could have changed her mind and sought vengeance on him over his ancestor’s actions. And as for what that could be, his mind wandered to thoughts of imprisonment in the dungeons below the manor, to outright torture.

But the backbreaking sex they had after the ritual said otherwise, and he probably could’ve expected more hard fuckings in the near future. Yet the two of them didn’t fuck, nor did they even talk, as the woman locked herself away in her office.

Ever since learning the origins of the blood curse, Aspasia seemed focused on working herself to death. Ancient tomes and scrolls were delivered to her office in bulk, old ritual diagrams poured over as the woman went about finding the solution to her family’s bloodline curse.

“No… Time…” She rasped out, her shaky fingers clutching a quill as she wrote down a new set of findings in a notebook thick enough to make Hermione blanch.

Rather than the elegant older blonde he was used to seeing, she instead looked like some barmy unbathed shut-in, so engrossed in her task that it was taking a toll on her health. Rather than baths, she relied on the Scourgify charm, and instead of sleep the woman preferred to take Pepper-Up potions in its place.

Her blonde hair was greasy, face pale, and eyes bloodshot with heavy black bags underneath that made him wince. It was a far cry from the put-together Lady he was used to, and it was very worrying.

Fuck’s sake. He nearly growled out. Am I really the only mature one in this family?

At first glance, one would think the three pureblood Greengrass girls were the pinnacle of sophistication and maturity. Instead he was finding they all lacked some form of common sense, whether it be Astoria and her overly bubbly attitude that could give someone a headache, or Daphne and her snobbishness. And finally he had found Aspasia’s own common sense flying out the window, as the woman quite literally worked herself to death in front of him.

Luckily, Harry happened to know her weakness. Or rather, he knew the weakness of all older women.

“You’re really ugly.” On the outside, he put on a look of disgust. Internally, however, he was fearing for his very life in that moment, silently hoping the woman wouldn’t use the cruciatus curse on him. “When was the last time you even bathed?”

Like clockwork, her quill ground to a halt, her bloodshot eyes looking up at him with an unmatched and overwhelming fury. Harry knew his death was seconds away at that moment, but luckily he had come up with a plan beforehand.

Raising his hand up from below the desk, a mirror was revealed that he brought into her office for this exact purpose. He raised it up right in front of her face, giving the woman a good look of her poor facade.

Aspasia Greengrass literally hissed at the sight of herself, almost like a vampire burned by the sun. “Gah!”

“Oh? Now you notice?” His tone conveyed simply how unimpressed he was. “Will you take a bath now?”

For a moment, it looked like the Greengrass Matriarch would resist, before finally relenting. It was as Harry’s godfather had told him several months ago, that beauty was the ultimate insecurity of all older women.

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“Fuck, I needed that.” The woman in his arms moaned out, her body settling against him in the bath.

“See? I told you so.”

“You did.” Her eyes were already half-closed. “Sleep sounds good too.”

“Did you get anywhere with your research?” He asked before she drifted off.

“Yep.” She smiled. “Almost done, I just have to design a ritual circle in the coming days that will work to fully remove the curse from Astoria.”

He felt a surge of relief and happiness at those words, glad that the younger brunette would no longer have to suffer from her curse. “That’s amazing.”

“It sure is, and it’s all thanks to you.” She gave his cheek a light kiss. “Want to have sex after this? I’m too tired to get on top, so use me however you want.”

It didn’t help her buxom form was pressed against his own in that moment, his already excited cock wedged between the thick cheeks of her ass.

“As appealing as that sounds.” His shaft was twitching hard at the thought of using her. “I think I’d rather wait until you’ve slept for a good twelve hours or more.”

“Your loss.” She yawned tiredly. “Maybe soon you could get me pregnant…”

Before he could stop her, Aspasia fell asleep against him in the tub, and Harry merely sighed. Rather than wake her up, he instead stood and dried her off, before carrying her over to her bed and tucking her in for the time being.

However, not everything was perfect, as a glance down revealed a raging erection that refused to subside.

Who knew an older woman could be such a tease. Those words about getting her pregnant had really stirred something in him, being something he hadn’t thought overly much about. Ideally, he wanted to wait until he was done with Hogwarts to begin having kids, but the thought of getting Aspasia pregnant while he was still in school was very tempting.

Harry cursed, throwing on a bathrobe before wandering through the manor to find Astoria’s room. Luckily no elves or anyone else crossed his path, as he soon opened her door to let himself in, finding her in the midst of finishing her summer schoolwork while sitting on the floor. Perfect.

“Harry?” She asked, looking up at him in surprise before her eyes fell down to the bulge in his clothes. The girl gulped at the sight of it, pupils dilating as she instantly knew why he came here.

He didn’t speak, crossing the room over to her as he let his robe fall away, hardened shaft plopping free. The girl gasped and panted as his cock landed on her awed face with a hard smack of flesh. From there he didn’t wait before guiding the broad head to Astoria’s open mouth.

“Open up.” He commanded.

Her lips parted, then went wider as the flared tip stretched them obscenely. Harry did not stop, feeding more of the thick shaft into the smaller girl’s throat in one smooth, relentless push, watching her delicate neck bulge outward around the intrusion.

Astoria gagged, eyes watering instantly, a choked wet sound vibrating around his cock. For his part, Harry gripped her glossy brown hair with both hands and began to fuck her throat in long, deep strokes.

GLURK GLURK GLURK

The sensation was exquisite, a tight, wet, fluttering heat that clamped and convulsed around every inch of him. Spit ran down her chin and landed on her bust in glossy strands. Meanwhile the wet, choked sounds filled the room with every thrust. His heavy balls slapped lightly against her chin as he buried himself deeper, the flared head pushing into the narrow throat again and again.

“Look at you.” He remarked, watching himself dominate the smaller brunette. “Slobbering all over my cock, and only moments after I had it wedged between your Mother’s fat arse. Such a good little slut.”

Astoria’s eyes rolled up into her skull in pleasure, obviously having been affected by his dirty words. She let out a desperate gag as he gave a hard thrust into her throat then, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

“Damn.” He felt himself lurch, balls churning and pulling tight before he came. His entire shaft pulsed as he pulled her hair tight, fingers digging into her scalp as he slammed her lips firmly against his crotch.

He erupted straight down her gullet then, pumping humongous load after load straight into her belly before he finally pulled free. His cock left her mouth with a wet pop, a thick rope of spit and precum connecting her swollen, shiny lips to the glistening cock. And for her part, Astoria gasped for air, face flushed, cheeks stained by mascara.

But he didn’t let her recover, pushing his soft cock closer. “Clean me.”

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“You have been summoned to court.”

Those were not the words Harry expected to hear when he awoke the next morning.

He would admit to being frightened and a bit intimidated, especially when he learned that his summons to the Ministry had nothing to do with Sirius’ case but instead a different criminal trial altogether.

His mind wondered which case it would be about, and it said a lot about his life that he had several ongoing legal proceedings existing at the same time. That said, it was possible that Fudge, Malfoy, or even Dumbledore had begun a legal case against him. But to his surprise, it instead ended up being one where he was a witness, rather than the person on trial.

A trip from the floo to the Ministry, and then down the elevators brought him to the designated place for the impending trial. From there, he walked into a courtroom that was packed full of observers, not the main wizengamot chamber that Aspasia described in the past, but rather a smaller chamber used for legal proceedings.

“Mr. Potter, please take a seat.” Amelia Bones instructed him promptly upon arrival. “Your testimony about the atrocity that took place after the World Cup is required today. I will be questioning you about what you experienced during, all while you are under Veritaserum.”

So that’s why I was summoned. He breathed a sigh of relief at that, knowing he wasn’t in trouble and that he was simply a witness summoned to appear in court. In truth, he should’ve expected his time to testify about the Death Eater attack to come sooner.

It also explained why the letter demanding his presence in court had come unexpectedly, as Amelia Bones was going through a difficult process to fully convict the Death Eaters responsible, and to also successfully use Veritaserum in testimony while doing so. He guessed she probably organized for his appearance here the night before, so no one would have long foreknowledge of his impending testimony.

Soon he was sitting at the front of the courtroom, with an Unspeakable walking over to him with a vial in hand. It was Veritaserum, and the mysterious cloaked man poured a drop of it in his mouth as the room watched on in anticipation.

“Mr. Potter,” Amelia Bones began. “For the record, I’d like you to recount in your own words the events of the night in question at the World Cup. From the moment you entered the treeline to the moment after you found Ms. Greengrass. Take your time.”

It was strange, as he didn’t have to think about what she asked, as the words simply left his lips unprompted. It didn’t matter if he thought about something else or even tried to stop talking, as his mouth worked against him in telling Madam Bones everything.

“I ran into the woods to get away from the camp.” He said. “Many of the tents were on fire, people were screaming, and I didn’t have anyone with me, so I figured the trees were safer than staying in the open. A masked man found me almost right away when I entered the woods, cast the Cruciatus at me, yelled out that he knew who I was, then started to speak the Killing Curse. I stunned him before he finished it, and then I kept moving, deeper into the trees, trying to put distance between myself and the camp.”

Parchment shifted as Amelia interrupted him. “The masked man in question was wearing Death Eater robes, and has been identified as Suspect Flint.”

There were two men on trial, being from the Yaxley and Flint families, and the latter of whom was glaring at Harry in that moment.

“Continue, Mr. Potter.”

“I heard a girl scream from further in the woods, and ran toward it.” He continued. “Eventually I found a clearing with two men wearing dark robes and masks standing over her, with the girl tied to a tree and blindfolded.”

“What happened then?”

“I disarmed the closer one first with the Expelliarmus charm. Then the second one turned on me and started throwing curses - I didn’t recognize the first one, it was purple, I just knew it looked bad, so I dodged it. He kept casting, so I dodged them and used the knockback jinx to try and buy myself time, but he shielded it. That was when I noticed the other masked man going for his wand. I didn’t have the strength to fight both of them, so I levitated him away from his wand, right between me and the other masked man throwing curses, right as he vanished his shield and cast again.”

Everyone in the room seemed to lean forward in anticipation.

“The curse he used hit him, and it opened his abdomen up.” He swallowed. “The masked man with the wand was mad and started threatening me, and went to cast the Killing Curse. I stunned him before he could finish his incantation, and freed the girl tied to the tree, before we left and eventually ran into Auror Tonks.”

He stopped talking as he had recited everything Madam Bones had asked him for. For her part, the Head of the DMLE made several notes before speaking again. “Thank you, Mr. Potter, as your account is consistent with what my department has managed to gather. Let the record state that the entrail-expelling curse was cast on Lord Crabbe in Mr. Potter’s second engagement, and that he believes Lord Yaxley was the one who cast it.”

“Hem-hem!” A woman dressed in pink coughed from the audience. “Why should we believe Mr. Potter’s account is accurate? The boy could be confused or delusional.”

“Please do not interrupt legal proceedings again, Undersecretary.” Amelia scolded, to which the pink woman scowled furiously. “I will note for the record, with the spell history analysis my department conducted on all three recovered wands, that Lord Yaxley’s wand did indeed cast the entrail-expelling curse last. Before Mr. Potter subdued him, of course.”

Someone else cleared their throat and stood then, as Amelia - being the Ministry prosecutor - walked off. The man in front of Harry reminded him far too much of Snape, looking ugly as a troll with a scornful expression. “A very tidy account, Mr. Potter. Rehearsed, even. Did Madam Bones’s office help you prepare it?”

“No one told me what to say.” Harry spoke before his mind could formulate an answer, still under Veritaserum. “That’s just what happened.”

“Hiding behind a bush, at night, in the middle of a burning campground.” The lawyer for the defense smeared him. “Convenient, that the details happen to exonerate you so thoroughly and also that you recall these events so well. One could even question if they even happened, or if you are innocent in any of this.”

“Objection!” Amelia stood. “That’s a character insinuation, not a question. Mr. Potter is not on trial here!”

“Sustained.” The judge, an old man Harry didn’t recognize, sighed before giving the defense’s lawyer a weary look. “Mr. Nott, please try not to make false accusations about the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“Of course.” The lawyer nodded, quietly seething, before a particularly vengeful look crossed his face. “One last question then, about the woman Mr. Potter saved. He identified her as Ms. Greengrass, a family that has grown in infamy as of late - especially in relation to yourself. Tell me, Mr. Potter, what is your relation to House Greengrass?”

Internally, he panicked, but the Veritaserum did what it was supposed to do as he ran his mouth. “I am betrothed to Astoria, Da-”

He didn’t finish, as Amelia Bones had whipped out her wand before quickly casting a nonverbal silencing charm on him.

I am betrothed to Astoria, Daphne, and Aspasia Greengrass through an outstanding marriage contract between House Potter and House Greengrass. He had meant to say, nearly exposing everything to the world. It was just his luck that Amelia acted quick enough to stop him from fully answering.

But Harry had clearly revealed enough, as the audience - especially those in the reporters section - erupted in excitement. Across from him, Madam Bones glared at Nott, but the man only smirked in triumph. The damage was already done, and part of the truth revealed.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18