The Greengrasses Chapter 21 (Patreon)

“Are you sure this will work?”

The ritual chamber had been filled to the brim with runes in a complex circular pattern, making his eyes dizzy the longer he tried to follow it. It was a wonder that Aspasia had managed to come up with such a complex ritual in such a short amount of time, a feat that showed the woman’s genius if nothing else.

While Harry didn’t know the specific rune sequences or details, he did somewhat understand how the ritual would work on a base level. Magic would first be extracted from both himself and Astoria, before being blended together and healed to remove the curse from Astoria’s own magic using his own Potter magic, before being injected back into Astoria. And similar to before, it would take consummation to activate, meaning they would be required to have sex.

“As sure as I can be.” Aspasia replied, reading over a set of specific runes on the side of the room before she turned back to him. “I’ve gone back over and examined these a dozen times by now, so it’s as good as I can make it.”

“I believe in you.” He reassured her.

“Thanks.” The older blonde smiled. “But at the end of the day, it’s not me that matters but you and Astoria who will be performing the ritual. I’m just here to wait and hope it works.”

The sound of footsteps could be heard then, as Harry realized they were no longer alone in the depths of the Manor’s dungeons.

“We’re here, Mother.” The call got their attention, and they turned to watch as Daphne and Astoria walked in from the next room full of stone automatons.

Daphne seemed intent on looking at anything but her sister in that moment, her face red in a blush before her gaze met his own, and her cheeks became even hotter. As for her sister, the younger brunette looked freshly bathed with her brown hair let loose, wearing a tiny bathrobe that just barely covered her modesty.

“Good.” Aspasia smiled. “All that is left is for us to leave and for Harry and Astoria to perform the ritual alone. Our magic being in the vicinity could disturb it, so we’ll close the door and be waiting in the next chamber.”

“I see.” Daphne understood what her Mother was saying, turning quickly to her sister before embracing her in a tight hug. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, Daph.” The brunette witch replied, sounding equally as emotional as her sister.

The two left and closed an old, double wooden door behind them, leaving just him and Astoria alone. They both looked at each other, blushed when they realized what was expected of them, before Harry finally managed to find his voice.

“I’ll uh… lay down.”

“Sure.” Astoria nodded, quiet with nervous energy as she discarded her clothes after he did the same.

He walked to the center of the room where they were expected to fornicate, sitting down in the middle of a circular area that gave them enough room to perform the deed. His cock was slowly hardening all the while in anticipation, the room’s air stimulating his length, as well as the sight of Astoria’s naked form.

Watching as she approached, he couldn’t help but notice her hardened nipples and dripping core, her face flush as she squatted down in front of him.

“I-I didn’t picture our first time going like this.” She said as her hands landed on his shoulders.

“How did you picture it?”

“To be honest, I’m not sure.” Her lip twitched in amusement. “Every girl pictures their first time on a beach as the sun sets, or on their wedding night in a big bed. I thought it would either be like that, or being fucked hard in a broom closet with your hand pulling on my hair.”

Damn. A small burst of precum left his tip, as Harry let out a small groan. She really is a dirty girl.

“We can still do the broom closet fantasy when we’re at Hogwarts.” His voice was rough, trying to hold back his lust.

She giggled, right as his cockhead brushed up against her core. “Sounds good to me. But just so you know, Daphne has always been the secretly dirty one. When you take her, make sure you definitely pull on her hair.”

“I’ll do that.” For some reason, he struggled to imagine Daphne letting him pull her immaculate hair. “You ready?”

She nodded, and his hands moved up to grip her hips, lining up his erect length with her drenched core. He could feel himself parting her lips, then making them gape wider, his cock considerably massive compared to her tiny pussy. Just his head entered then, clenched on all sides by her heat, feeling like the tightest vice on the planet made just for his cock.

That was when he felt it, the feeling of both of them being locked into the ritual. Around them the ritual circle stirred to life, lighting up and pulsing as if to communicate that it was starting. There would be no backing down now, as consummation would be required for them to finish and leave this room.

“Oh! H-Harry…” She gasped his name, breaths coming short.

“Just breathe.” He told her. “Focus on breathing while I fill you with my cock.”

That made her breath hitch as he began pushing in inch after inch, stuffing her pussy with his meat.

“Good girl.” He let out softly. “You’re taking my cock so well, and you’ll be taking it for the rest of your life.”

“T-Thank you…” She got out, partially out of it.

He was reshaping her to fit him, but Harry would have it no other way. This beautiful witch would be his wife, the future mother of his children, and he couldn’t wait to feel her tight cunt wrapped around him for the rest of his days.

It was when he was halfway buried in her that it stopped being easy to fill her, and he had to get a bit more forceful. He began pushing her down before lifting her up several inches, before bringing her body back down again. Each time he fed several more inches into her, filling her more and more with dick as her stomach began to bulge under the large intrusion.

“S-So much…” She said weakly, before a rougher thrust made her gasp. “Gah! So big!”

“I’ll make you take every inch.” Harry growled possessively, making her shiver.

“Y-Yes!”

He didn’t stop thrusting, only doing so harder as the thought of fully claiming Astoria consumed him. Her walls clenched hard around him all the while, core leaking feminine fluids as he focused on fully impaling her on his length. But it was once he was fully embedded inside her, that Harry didn’t wait, lifting her up before slamming her back down in a messy rhythm.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

Her bubble butt clapped against his thighs, bouncing the brunette witch up and down on his cock. It was rough and selfish of him, focusing on his pleasure rather than hers, but Astoria seemed to love it.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Astoria chanted in pleasure. “That’s it! Keep fucking me!”

He only growled in response, one hand leaving her hip to reach around and smack her bum.

SMACK

“HHAAAAARRRRRRYYYY!” She screamed, her voice echoing through the chamber, accompanied by the constant clap of flesh. He was sure that Daphne and Aspasia were right outside, listening in as he ruined her.

“Why didn’t you fuck me sooner?! Just think, you could’ve pounded me like this every night!” Astoria exclaimed as he pounded her.

“You really are a tease, you know that?” He hissed, feeling her wet core soak his thighs as her fluids dripped out of her stuffed cunt. “Did you know how hard it was to contain myself around you? To not fuck this tight cunt every night?!”

“Heh, I’m glad I wore you down so much!” She giggled. “Now you can’t help but fuck me! Use me! You’re a brute, a bull, and all you want is me!”

“Damn it!” His balls twitched at her dirty words. “You and your damn mouth.”

Her eyes were wild, looking downright possessed as she seemed to stare into his very soul. “Use me, Harry. Fuck me! Stuff me with so much seed that I become nice and pregnant!”

His cock lurched heavily at that last word, his orbs churning hard as he had to clench his jaw to force down his release. But it was useless, especially as she began begging for his cum, all while her cunt only seemed to get tighter.

“Please Please Please Please!” Astoria downright begged in his ear. “Please cum! Please fill me up and get me pregnant! I got off the potion just for this ritual, so impregnate me!”

“Fuck!” His muscles strained with effort, his lust consuming him at last. It was the thought of her not being on the potion, of Astoria not being under the influence of any magics to prevent pregnancy for this ritual that turned him into a beast. He couldn’t help but think of her being pregnant, her belly swollen and full of his child as he finally gave in.

The smaller brunette was a blur on his cock, slammed up and down his shaft like a fucktoy as he used her body. All the while his fingers dug hard into her hips, arms beginning to hurt from use, but his mind was fully consumed by the thought of releasing into her.

“Yes Harry! T-That’s it! Use me! Take me!” She screamed. “M-Morgana!”

When he finally came, he did so with a roar, raising the brunette high so just his cockhead remained inside before slamming her back down with a booming crack of flesh. Astoria’s head shot straight up with a shriek of wrecked pleasure, right as his shaft pulsed and deposited his heavy load into her cunt. He came and came, erupting one humongous load of cum after the other as her core was utterly stuffed and leaking with his seed.

That was when he felt it, the pull on his magic as it was seemingly sucked out of his body. He shivered as he was nearly drained, the ritual circle becoming blindingly bright as it consumed his magic.

But it wasn’t just his magic, as Astoria’s was also stolen, a blue then black mass of visible magic that was sucked out of her smaller body. The ritual separated their magicks, before combining them together, blending shades of white and blue with the darker, malevolent magic of the bloodline curse. He watched as the black shades of the curse began to dissipate, dissolved by Harry’s own magic as it was blended together, before the black was entirely gone.

The whole room shook, seemingly the power of the ritual at its apex causing the walls around them to shiver.

After that the magic shot back toward them, and entered Astoria’s body. The girl was already panting, but froze as her body went stiff when the magic entered her. He opened his mouth to ask if she was alright, but stopped when she shivered and fell forward on top of him with her eyes closed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, holding her weight.

“Y-Yes…” Her voice was a whisper, sounding on the edge of falling asleep. “Just tired…”

Harry nodded, holding the smaller girl in his arms as the ritual circle dimmed and dissipated, leaving them alone in the empty chamber.

The ritual was complete, and yet the foundations of Greengrass Manor were shaking all around them. Particles of rock and dust fell from the vaulted stone ceiling above, accompanied by low banging noises that made his neck hairs stand on end. Did the ritual cause this?

“W-What’s going on?” Astoria asked weakly, hearing the noise too.

“I don’t know.” Harry covered her up, before dressing himself and picking the smaller brunette up bridal style. “Let’s get out of here and find out.”

He walked over and pushed open the door to enter the next room, where the Manor’s many stone automatons should’ve resided along with Daphne and her Mother. Yet Harry found the entire space was empty, making his stomach fall in panic.

“M-Mother?” Astoria voice was raspy. “Daph? W-Where are they?”

Harry was asking himself the same question.

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“Confringo!”

The blasting curse left her wand, and slammed into a dark cloaked figure who had just broken into the room through a smashed window. It ignited his robes and took a chunk out of his chest, burning the flesh and making him fall in a heap.

Daphne turned away from his fallen corpse, looking over to her Mother who was swearing up a storm as she tried to use the floo. “We need to get back to them!”

“I know.” Aspasia grit out in frustration, her gaze roaming over the remnants of her destroyed office. “The ritual should be done by now, so there’s no point in staying here.”

It was only a few moments after they sealed the ritual chamber that her Mother was alerted that the Manor’s wards had been penetrated by someone with hostile intent. While unusual, one person managing to break into their estate shouldn’t have been a huge problem to deal with, as a simple call to the DMLE would’ve been sufficient.

The problem was when several dozen alerts of different intruders came in, alerting Aspasia Greengrass that it wasn’t just a lone actor breaking in, but a sizable force attacking Greengrass Manor.

With Harry and Astoria sealed in the ritual room, her Mother had made the decision to activate the Manor’s golem defenders, the dozens of stone statues coming to life as they marched out of the basement and out to the Manor grounds. After that, the two of them rushed to Aspasia’s office, the closest room in the Manor that had a working floo.

Sadly, as they just learned, the floo wasn’t functioning for some reason.

“Can you apparate out?” Daphne asked, hearing the sounds of spellfire coming from outside the building as they talked.

“No, they set up anti apparition wards.” Her Mother said. “Typical Death Eater tactics, set up anti-apparition and portkey wards so their target can’t escape.”

“And the floo? How did they shut that off?”

“Likely someone inside the Ministry did it.” The older blonde’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Down!”

Daphne threw herself to the floor, and her Mother shot off a nonverbal gray-colored curse which hit an incoming Death Eater who had burst through the room’s door. The curse blew out his chest, turning it to ash as the man screamed and then died as half his body seemingly turned to dust.

Never seen that one before. Daphne shivered at the sight of the dangerous curse, reminding herself once again how powerful her Mother was to cast such a dark spell silently.

“We need to get down there and hope the ritual is done. If it’s not, I’ll barricade the dungeons while you escape.”

Daphne opened her mouth to argue, before thinking better of it. Her Mother was clearly telling her to run while she held the attackers off in a last stand, all in the hopes of buying enough time to save Harry and Astoria who were in the midst of their ritual. And if all three of them were to die, then the hope would be that Daphne would escape to live on, carrying on the name of Greengrass for future generations.

While the dozens of attackers were still fighting the golems outside, some were able to sneak through in the chaos, blowing apart chunks in the Manor’s walls and breaking doors and windows to get inside. Luckily, it was only a small number currently, but soon more would pour into their home once more of the automatons were taken care of, meaning they didn’t have long.

“I should’ve prepared better.” Aspasia Greengrass cursed herself as they ran back to the basement entrance. “The attack at the World Cup should’ve been warning enough, and then I openly sided with Harry and made an enemy of the Dark Lord’s followers.”

“We couldn’t keep the wards at max strength forever.” Daphne knew the wards around Greengrass Manor could be adjusted in their strength, yet having the wards be tougher would require more upkeep and magic to keep them going. It was meant for a large family to maintain, and not four magicals who could only keep the wards at max strength for two months at most. “Even then, you said they had a lot of wizards, right?”

The woman sighed. “Yes, they would’ve broken through with that many regardless. Even then, we sh-”

She stopped as they reached the entrance to the underground area, as the secret door opened to reveal Harry walking up with Astoria carried in his arms. “Daphne? Aspasia? What’s happening-”

“We’re under attack.” Daphne said quickly. “Death Eaters, maybe a hundred of them.”

“I saw the golems were gone, so I figured something bad had happened.” Harry nodded. “Can we escape? Or should we fight them off?”

“We’re going to split up.” Aspasia decided instead, making them all stiffen.

“Shouldn’t we stick together?” Harry asked. “Astoria is weak and can’t fight after the ritual, so someone will have to carry her.”

“I will.” A flick of her Mother’s wand made the brunette levitate. “We’ll head in opposite directions to escape. I will give the two of you a portkey which will take you somewhere of your choosing, while I will exit the wards and take Astoria to St. Mungo’s.”

“M-Mother, are you sure about this?” Daphne felt nervous then, lacking the resolve that the others seemed to have. It was embarrassing to be the weakest present, but her embarrassment was overridden by fear in that moment.

“No, but it is better for us to split into groups so that even if one of us is caught, the other will survive to carry on the bloodline.” Aspasia said brutally. “I cannot selfishly entrust the burden of carrying your sister to either of you, as it is my responsibility as her Mother to save her.”

At the end of the day, her Mother was a pureblood to the core, and the survival of the Greengrass bloodline was the highest priority to her. She would take every advantage she could get to make sure that House Greengrass survived. After all, the woman had survived the last war, and seen her family be reduced down to only a handful of members, meaning that their family’s survival was very important to her.

“Then you better breakout and make sure Astoria gets the help she needs.” Harry’s hand wrapped around Daphne’s own, and she felt her eyes widen at how easily he agreed to go along with the plan. “We’ll go the opposite direction to give everyone the highest chances of getting out unnoticed.”

“Good.” Her Mother nodded. “I’ll see you both on the other side. And Daphne? Know that I love you, my daughter.”

She nodded, trying to hold back tears as Harry took her hand and ran. They sprinted through the halls of the Manor, spellfire and explosions going off every which way as she tried desperately to compose herself.

“Y-You’re just going to let them go?” She asked at last, her voice shaking. “Astoria is unconscious, and Mother can’t protect herself and Astoria if they get caught!”

“That’s why we’re going to help them.” Harry stated.

Her head turned sharply to stare at him. “What?!”

“We’re going to cause a distraction so your Mother and Astoria can get out unnoticed.” Harry gripped his wand tightly, as he suddenly pulled out an invisibility cloak of all things. “These Death Eaters are here to kill me, so I’ll make a scene and draw them away. You take the cloak and run.”

Daphne already felt less than useless, watching her Mother and sister flee in a last ditch effort to escape, all while her childhood home was attacked. There was no way she would run while Potter tried to save their hides. “No, I’ll help you distract them.”

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This is not going according to plan.

Lucius Malfoy coughed into his glove, feeling his chest ache as specks of blood and dust covered his fist. The assault on Greengrass Manor was supposed to be simple, an overwhelming attack once they breached through the wards where their men would be in and out before anyone could form a proper resistance.

Instead, they found the property’s wards were much stronger than initially expected, delaying their operation from the dead of night till late in the afternoon the day after. And if that wasn’t bad enough, their intrusion had been noted, and the Manor’s defenses deployed, resulting in their group having to fight a horde of enchanted stone golems.

Enchanted knights carved out of stone, trolls made of stone, and even stone wolves had attacked them, and already thirty of their men were either dead or severely wounded. It wasn’t a successful ambush but rather an outright battle on the fields of Greengrass Manor, where every foot gained was paid in blood.

Luckily for them, most of the enchanted creatures were destroyed by that point, taken down by coordinated spellfire. Initially, they had tried to fight the enchanted statues individually, but soon learned their lesson the hard way.

All that was left now was to storm the Manor’s main building with their full force, but a sudden yell alerted Lucius that their prey had come to them.

“It’s Potter! Potter is here!” A distant shout got his attention.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18