[New story] The Milf attack #1 (Harry/Harem) (Patreon)

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Summary: On his 18th birthday, a group of older witches visit Harry, claiming they’re his friends from the future. They came to warn him of everything that will happen during the war, but will they do their duty without falling for Harry’s younger counterpart?

Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Luna/Daphne/Fleur/Nymphadora/Susan Bones

Chapter #1: Happy Birthday, Mr. Potter.

The plan of the seven Potters was madness, that’s what Harry thought, but in the end, his friends decided to go along with it, and now they were suffering the consequences of that decision as the Death Eaters and Voldemort were attacking them in the air.

He was worried the Death Eaters would kill his friends; he wasn’t worried about himself, that’s why he was about to throw spells at them. However, something crazier happened; all the Death Eaters, except Voldemort, were easily defeated as another group appeared.

“What the…” Voldemort said, confused.

Harry tried to use the confusion to his advantage, and soon, he was shooting spells at the dark wizard. Voldemort, of course, was confident about his skills, and soon, he started shooting spells at the younger wizard. What a way to celebrate his eighteenth birthday.

However, the witches didn’t hesitate, and soon, they started firing spells at Voldemort, who was taken aback by this. He couldn’t tolerate this disrespect; however, they were precise and strong, and he was immortal, so he wasn’t worried about dying.

However, the spells still hurt, and he still could lose his body, and without having Potter's blood at his disposal again, the ritual to bring him back wouldn’t be as effective, so he decided to retreat and go back to Malfoy’s manor. He also decided to call for the Death Eaters who were with him.

“My lord…” Lucius said with a scared tone.

“Fuck off…Where are the others?!” Complained the dark lord.

“My lord, it was horrible!” Narcissa said with a fearful expression.

“Narcissa, what the fuck are you talking about?!” Voldemort didn’t have to wait for too long to see what the blonde witch was talking about.

On the floor, there was blood alongside Nagini’s head, and there was nothing else. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing; his precious familiar was gone, but not only that, his most important Horcrux was destroyed.

“What the…How could this be possible?!” Asked the dark lord with clear anger.

“We don’t know, my lord. A strange woman with brown hair entered and killed Nagini without thinking twice. It seems like she was friends with a house elf we had at home, and that’s how she managed to break the protections…” Lucius said with a worried tone.

He knew the dark lord was going to punish someone for this, and Lucius knew he was probably going to be the one to take the blame. After all, the elf was released when he gave away the dark lord's diary, which was destroyed. He was punished because of that; he didn’t want to go through the same again.

“Tell me, Lucius…Is that the same house elf that attacked you when you tried to kill Potter in his second year?” Voldemort’s tone was calm.

But Lucius knew better; he knew he was in danger, but there was no other way; he had to accept his failures and own them, or else the punishment would be worse.

“Yes, my lord…It was during that time,” Lucius confessed, expecting to be attacked; however, they were suddenly interrupted when Rodolphus Lestrange decided to arrive.

“M-my lord…” Bellatrix’s husband said, and the dark wizard suddenly looked at his servant.

He was the only one who arrived, and he looked pathetic; he seemed to be on the verge of death, so, before that happened, Voldemort needed to hear some explanations.

“Rodolphus… Where are the others?” Voldemort needed an answer.

“Dead… Bellatrix and Snape were captured, my lord I…I couldn’t do much; that group of witches appeared out of nowhere…” The wizard said before breathing for the last time.

Voldemort forgot about Lucius and soon became worried, very worried. The plan failed, and not only that, it was done by people who somehow knew their movements; they also knew who they needed to attack, and who to capture.

While it’s clear that he knew Snape and Bellatrix would never betray him, they were two valuable assets for him. Losing them is going to take a toll on his movement. This wasn’t good; he needed to do something to fix things.

Meanwhile, at Ottery St. Catchpole, the residence of the Weasley family, the women of the house, Molly and Ginny, were anxiously waiting for their loved ones and friends to arrive, hopefully safe and sound. The plan was crazy. Their lives were at risk, there was a high chance that many of them wouldn’t come back, but this was something they needed to do.

The destiny of the world rested on Harry Potter’s shoulders; he needed to be brought back alive. He needed to be here. Molly was still angry because she had wanted him to be here since the summer vacation started, but they still decided to let him go back with his relatives.

Soon, their thoughts were interrupted when they heard someone knocking. They were pleading for good news, and when they opened the door, they were surprised to find everyone in one piece. The whole group had arrived together, and Molly couldn’t help but jump at her husband.

“You’re all…Fine?!” Questioned Ginny, who couldn't believe what she was seeing. “Wait a minute… What’s the secret you hid from Mum about Luna and me?” Ginny asked her father.

However, before he could say something, another person decided to intervene.

“You kissed her on the lips,” said an older blonde, who somehow looked like Luna.

“Well, I guess we finally have the answer about who these nice ladies are,” Hermione couldn’t help but say as she looked at an older chestnut-haired witch.

Most of the people were confused, but soon they moved to the living room to enjoy a cup of chocolate and sweet bread, others had coffee, and many were drinking firewhisky. There were also two people everyone hated, and those people were Bellatrix Lestrange and Severus Snape, but the two of them were tied up and also were unconscious.

“So…Who are these nice ladies who decided to save us, Hermione?” Asked Arthur with an expression full of interest.

The referred women remained in their place; they could’ve confessed their identities at once, but one of them was very interested to see what Hermione had to say. There were six women in total, and none of them looked older than forty. There was a brown-haired one, three blondes, and their heights were very different, a redhead, and the last one looked like a female version of Harry.

“Well, let’s put up the facts, for starters, it’s obvious that they aren’t a threat to us, they saved us without hesitation, and now, judging by their looks and the fact that they knew exactly where to attack, I’d say that either they’re interdimensional travelers or…Time travelers,” Hermione concluded.

“Time travelers? But time turners can’t get that far!” Ron protested before Hermione lightly slapped his shoulder. “Or so I’ve heard!” Added the redhead nervously.

“No, no… I can see it, I can see Hermione in her,” Harry said as he stared at the older brown-haired witch.

Soon, everyone gasped. To think that the bookworm would end up becoming more beautiful was something crazy, as for the younger Hermione, she was blushing as she looked at her older version.

“And that’s Luna!” Ginny said as she pointed at the shorter blonde. However, she compensated for her height with her nice-sized ass and tits.

Fleur suddenly locked eyes with the taller blonde. There was a battle of stares, but then, the younger witch felt at ease, and in the end, she couldn't help but smirk.

“Hello, future me,” said the younger Fleur with a smirk. Her older version did the same thing.

“Hello past me,” the older one responded.

Their accents were very similar.

“Are you Susan Bones?” Asked Harry to the redhead.

She had the biggest tits amongst them, and she couldn’t help but smile at the question. She nodded, happy to know she was recognized, as for Harry, even though he wasn’t close to Susan, she was the only redhead he could remember from his year.

“And that’s Daphne Greengrass, I could recognize that cold expression anywhere!” Ron said with a smirk.

“Well, Weasley, Draco always told me you were stupid. I guess he was wrong,” she teased him, and Ron felt awkward as his girlfriend dangerously glared at him.

“And who could that be? Don’t tell me that you had a secret relative you didn't tell us about, that's not fair—” Hermione stopped her boyfriend before he continued saying stupid things.

“No…It’s clear that the woman who looks like Harry is actually…Tonks…Only she could create a perfect female counterpart of Harry. There was one time when she turned into a male version of me, and she looked great!” Hermione declared, and soon, the emerald-eyed older witch changed her form, and now she had long purple hair.

“Very well, you managed to figure out who we are, and now that’s settled…There’s something we need to take care of…Voldemort,” the older Hermione told them with a serious expression.

Soon, everyone felt worried; that was going to be a very difficult quest.