The Wizard and the Witch Chapter 26 (Patreon)

With Wanda’s mission to help each of her victims finished, the group had upgraded from hotels to something slightly more substantial. They were renting a three bedroom home as a bed and breakfast, giving them a full house to spread out in. It certainly made it more comfortable to have conversations with the whole group.

For example, when Harry shared his newest goal.

“A school?” Wanda said.

She was wearing a red sundress that was a natural match for her heroin epithet. She looked as beautiful as ever… Or maybe even MORE beautiful. There was a certain freedom in her expression and bearing that hadn’t existed until very recently.

Harry could see the way she was turning this new idea over in her head. It excited her. He could hear the way she was tapping her foot underneath the kitchen table.

“For superpowered kids? Kids like me?” America asked. 

“I’d like to do all ages, if I can. I might have to start with a smaller group just for logistics,” Harry admitted. “Powers are disorienting no matter how old you are, even for adults.”

“Amen to that,” Monica muttered.

“I’d even like to offer classes for adults. But it’s kids that I’m most worried about,” Harry said. “We’re all a little reckless when we’re young. Some of us are more reckless than others. Say that an adrenaline junkie who loves doing tricks on his bike learns that he can fly? He’s not going to take it slow. But just because you can fly, doesn’t mean you know how to land.”

He was one of the best broom fliers that Hogwarts had seen in decades, if not centuries. That hadn’t stopped him from having more than a few bad encounters with the cold hard ground.

Fleur must’ve known what he was thinking. There was an amused twist to his wife’s lips.

“Headmistress McGonagall always deed say zat you would make a great teacher,” Fleur said. “She will be zo disappointed zat it will not be at ‘er school.”

“You sure helped me,” Monica said earnestly. “I can’t speak highly enough about your results.”

Harry cleared his throat. “I think that I’ll need to develop some new methods, though…”

“Oh!” Monica said as she realized the implication. “Yes that… That’d be for the best.” 

Wanda giggled, before growing serious.

“This would be a great thing, Harry, but not everyone will see it that way,” she said. “There are people who care a lot about controlling people with powers. Particularly when those people gather in one place.”

“I imagine there will be some government officials that won’t be too happy with me. What else is new?” Harry said. “Both the magical and the muggle ones will have something to say, for different reasons. The muggles will be worried I’m making an army, and the wizards will be worried I’m trying to become a new Grindelwald, except with Hulks in my army.”

“As if you need such ‘elp to take over ze world!” Fleur said angrily.

“Your faith in me is appreciated, honey,” Harry said. “I really don’t have any plans on world domination, though. I’ll just have to convince them of that.”

“And if they don’t want to be convinced?” Darcy asked. “I’ve met some government types. The ones who wear their ties waaay too tight and prioritize everything based on how easily it can kill people. They’re a major bummer to be around. Pain in the ass doesn’t BEGIN to cover it.”

“I’ve had plenty of run-ins with bureaucrats. Why do you think I ran to a cabin in the woods with my lovely wife?” Harry’s smile faded. “I’ll just make them understand, Darcy. I’ll tell them what I want with sincerity. If they still think I’m lying, I’ll show them it’s the truth with my actions. If they get in my way after that? Well, I was able to hide from a hostile government when I was seventeen, and everyone in that government had magic wands. If I want to go to ground, no one in this world is sniffing me out, even if I bring my school with me.”

After a brief moment of silence, Fleur grabbed Harry’s hand.

“I love et when you talk confidently,” she purred.

It took a bit of effort for Harry to move his attention away from his veela wife as she made eyes at him… But he wanted to gauge the others’ reactions. 

“A school will need teachers,” Wanda said.

“All kinds,” Harry said. “Both about their powers and about ordinary things. I’m not going to be raising supersoldiers here. Even if a girl can shoot flames out of her hands, I want her to know algebra and the Roman Empire. We’ll have to hire some regular teachers, preferably ones that we can trust. But there’ll be plenty of positions to go around.”

Wanda nodded. The way she moved her lips gave away that her mouth was dry. The idea of stepping away from fights to save the world—all the death and suffering and killing—to work with children instead… It would seem like a dream come true.

“There’d be a lot of people there, then?” America asked.

“Eventually,” Harry said.

“I’d like that,” America confessed. “I’ve been on the run so long… It’s kind of all that I know. It’s been nice spending time with you guys, traveling without looking over my shoulder. It would be even better if there was a place I could actually belong. Especially if there were kids like me.”

It was a dream she had probably given up on a long time ago. Now, it was reigniting right in front of Harry. No one liked to feel like an outsider or an aberration. Living with peers might go a long way to helping America recover from her frantic adolescence.

“You helped me,” Monica said. “I know how lost I felt. If I can return the favor you did for me to somebody else, I’d like that a lot. I don’t know how much help I’ll be teaching anyone to control their powers, though!”

“Give it a month and you’ll be a pro,” Harry promised.

Darcy slapped her hands down on the table, making America jump and the whole group look at her.

“The school idea?” Darcy said. “I’m in. You’ve got the best secretary you could ever ask for.”

“Secretary? You have a degree in Astrophysics,” Wanda said.

“I could be a reaaally sexy secretary,” Darcy said, her face a picture of seriousness. “I’ve thought about this before. I’d be super good.”

“Good at the work, or good at being sexy?” America asked.

“Both,” Darcy said first. After a bit of thought, she added, “More the second one, though.”

She pushed her tits, giving a very unneeded reminder to the rest of the table of just how big they were; the rest of them could see that just fine without her propping them up. Though, they were unable to avoid the thought of that bust crammed into an office shirt with buttons fighting for their life, maybe even straining apart…

None of them could contest it. Darcy could be a REALLY sexy secretary.

Harry turned to Fleur. The two of them had a silent exchange, saying nothing because nothing had to be said. 

If Harry was going after this, she would be at his side. That was the oath she made at the altar and Fleur Delacour did not go back on her word.

“Eet is good to see you with a goal again,” she said.

Harry smiled.

Across the table from their little exchange, Wanda’s face had taken on a very different look. As her initial excitement over the school began to fade, a very calculative gleam entered her eyes, which were focused squarely on Harry. The subject hadn’t noticed it yet, but Darcy picked up on it, and Fleur soon after.

Around the table, plans started to form with much more immediate ramifications than Harry’s dream of a school.

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They were staying on the outskirts of Washington DC, mainly because it had been the largest city close to where Monica had been living. Grand aspirations about this new school idea were too big to start halfway through the day when Harry pitched the concept, so they had free time, which saw Harry going into the city with Monica and America.

The others had been invited but politely rejected the offer, choosing to stay in for the day. 

It was a fun, relaxed affair. They ate at a Vietnamese restaurant that America immediately fell in love with, got ice cream and strolled outside, and eventually ended up in a movie theatre for an early afternoon screening of a new action movie.

America got a massive kick out of watching fights without having to risk her life in them, Harry generally enjoyed the movie, and Monica eventually became entranced by the projector’s light, staring up with glowing eyes after murmuring something about “A rainbow.”

It was starting to get dark when they left the theater. They ate out for dinner, this time choosing a southern diner, before finally making the trip back to where they were staying. Just for fun, they decided to fly, with Harry bringing his broom out of a storage pouch on his hip and Monica taking to the skies without the need for any tools, just her new powers. Monica offered to carry her, but America chose to fly with Harry on his broom. 

They soared over traffic effortlessly, hidden from the sight of those below thanks to a few privacy charms on Harry’s part. 

“This is more comfortable than I thought it would be!” America shouted over the sound of the wind, holding onto Harry from behind like they were riding a motorcycle.

“Two words!” Harry yelled back. “Cushioning charms!”

It was a pretty short journey to reach their rented suburban home base. They landed as a trio and entered, Harry calling out: “Hello? We’re back!”

Strangely, the lights were off on the first floor. He considered that the ladies might have gone out. That thought was discarded as soon as Fleur and Darcy appeared.

“America! Moneeca! We ‘ave a very important errand zat we need your help for!” Fleur said.

“Super important,” Darcy said. “Super duper DUPER important.”

“Okay…” Monica said.

“We’ll be leaving now!” Fleur said.

She and Darcy swept by Harry, pushing the other girls out with them, taking the two metahumans back out the door they had just come in from. Harry looked behind himself for a minute, bemused by what had just occurred.

He was drawn out of his pause by the sound of music. Although it was faint he could still recognize the song, mostly because it had been burned into his brain a long time ago. 

Suddenly, he started to have a much better idea of what was happening.

Harry climbed the stairs toward the second floor where the master bedroom was located. The higher he climbed the louder that the music became. It was Celestina Warbeck’s greatest hit, A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love. Warbeck was Fleur’s favorite musical artist. She’d risen to be pretty high on Harry’s list thanks to the memories her music brought up for him. This was the song that had played on his and Fleur’s honeymoon night.

Sure enough, the music was coming from the master bedroom. Light was spilling out under the door. Harry grabbed the handle and pushed it open.

The bedroom was full of floral scents. The window was open a crack, letting in a breeze that blew stray rose petals around. The red flower bits had been spread across the bed, which they shared with a very sexy, very naked former avenger.

Wanda was totally nude, her nipples pink and stiff, ready for Harry to touch and grab. Her crotch was shaved. Fleur had clearly styled her hair… And left her a memento for good luck, in the form of a hickey on Wanda’s neck.

Wanda was sitting against the cushions on the bed. Her legs stuck out, spread enough that he could look straight between them at her pussy. Nothing was hidden. She reached to the side and picked up a potion bottle. 

Leaning it back, Wanda drank its pink contents. She didn’t say what it was and didn’t have to, Harry could recognize it.

A fertility potion designed to turn any creampies into a guaranteed child.

Wanda tilted her head to the side, her eyes half closed and her voice husky. “Are you coming to bed, Harry?”