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It was never an easy thing to sit in a private office at Gringotts. Susan Bones had done so twice before today: the first mere days after the death of her parents to discuss her inheritance and the second many years later after her Aunt Amelia was killed and left everything to her.

The room was small and cloying with heat. She was sitting in a chair that was ever so slightly too small for her frame, just enough to make her uncomfortable. It was a prearranged decision from the goblins to put her on edge; that was how all goblins did business with one another, and they carried that practise over to how they dealt with humans. There were no windows to look out of, only portraits of goblins and large canvases of Gringotts on the walls. Piles of thick ledges were stacked neatly on countless shelves that lined the room, sitting just below the pictures on the walls. A wide desk sat before her with a vacant seat behind it.

Susan didn’t want to be here. She’d rather be back on patrol wherever she was needed or even dealing with case files and reports back at the Auror Department. She’d never had a positive memory associated with Gringotts for as far as she could remember, and she didn’t expect one to be formed today.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, this stout goblin opened the door behind her and shuffled around to his seat. His name was Argnuk, the one in charge of all matters of the Bones family accounts as well as several other notable families.

Argnuk was a man who liked to take his time. He climbed onto his seat slowly and took great pains to ensure that he situated himself to the exact spot he wanted before he laid out a thick scroll of parchment on the desk before him.

This, Susan assumed, was why she was here.

“Madam Bones—” Argnuk began.

“Miss Bones, if you would,” Susan corrected him. Madam Bones had been her Aunt Amelia’s name.

Argnuk’s sharp teeth gritted across each other. “Miss Bones,” he corrected himself with no small amount of annoyance in his tone. “You have been called here today because of a contract that was recently activated.”

“A contract?” Susan’s brows furrowed in confusion.

Like all pure-bloods, she was well aware of magical contracts. These were dealings between two or more individuals or families that sought to resolve conflicts or establish alliances or agreements. They could cover anything as simple as a transfer of a parcel of land to more complicated dealings like political allegiances. The trouble was that magical contracts were always binging. Magic was infused into the signings, ensuring that they’d be followed through. Otherwise, there’d be a steep penalty to pay for those who broke the contract.

“As I said, yes,” Argnuk replied, doing his best to simultaneously sound annoyed with her rhetorical question while still trying to appear pleasant. “This contract was formed by House Bones and House Peverell in the fourteenth century shortly before all of their male heirs died out. However, there were unique situations in which an heir could arise again. Once there were fewer than three direct descendants left of the Peverell line, then the eldest male heir would be able to claim his status as a member of House Peverell. Such a situation occurred only yesterday.”

An heir to House Peverell?

Truthfully, Susan knew little of the house itself beyond what was told in rumours and tall tales. The Peverell family was ancient, formed prior to the creation of Hogwarts itself. They were said to be an incredibly influential family who bore powerful witches and wizards. There was even a rumour that three Peverell brothers were the inspiration for the Tale of the Three Brothers children’s story! Yet, after several centuries, the family eventually declined. Their influence was still remembered, but it was so long ago that it felt very disparate to the goings on of the modern day.

Argnuk broke the seal upon the parchment and unfurled it slowly. Despite the enchantments used to protect the scroll itself, it was so old that it was clearly struggling not to disintegrate into dust.

“Here we are,” Argnuk said before clearing his throat. His eyes scanned the parchment for several moments before he began reading aloud. “In exchange for thirty-thousand acres of land within Cumbraland, a pair of breeding Hebridean Black dragons, and a herd of seventeen Erumpents, a daughter of House Bones shall marry the first suitable male heir of House Peverell.”

Merlin, she’d been right. Nothing good ever came of a meeting at Gringotts.

Susan’s blood froze in her veins and her eyes went wide, yet Argnuk seemed not to notice. He continued rambling on about the terms and conditions of this contract, all of which failed to reach her ears. She’d seen enough cases like this to know what it meant.

She was going to have to marry a stranger she didn’t know.

That in itself was terrifying enough, but how was she going to explain this to her boyfriend?

In the waning hours before the Dark Lord Voldemort’s defeat, Susan had found Harry Potter trying to sneak out of Hogwarts alone to sacrifice himself. Voldemort had given a brief armistice but threatened Harry that he needed to give himself up. If he didn’t, everyone in the castle would be killed.

Harry had seemed resolved to walk towards his death. And yet Susan had bumped into him and had the briefest chat where she’d thanked him sincerely for teaching her to stand up for herself and fight for what was right. Her time in Dumbledore’s Army had been so important to her, and she needed Harry to know that.

He’d left their chat with not-quite a smile on his lips. When she’d heard of his death, she’d screamed louder than any of those around her. And when he’d suddenly burst to life again, appearing from beneath an invisibility cloak, she’d cheered for a brief second before she unleashed the most powerful curses she knew at any Death Eater she could see.

They didn’t meet again until nearly two days after the battle ended. He’d come to find her just to thank her for her brief talk with him. One thing had led to another, and she’d suddenly found his lips pressed against hers. In the year since, they’d been a happy, loving couple. They were even talking about marriage soon and starting a family.

But now all of that was thrown into turmoil.

Susan knew that she needed to find Harry. Lingering with this on her mind wouldn’t be fair to either of them. She needed to deal with this issue today before it became a problem.

Eventually, once Argnuk finished reading every last detail from the contract, Susan asked for a copy. The second she received it, she promptly left Gringotts, knowing that they’d send a letter in a day or two to remind her of the contract's terms.

If she refused to marry this heir to House Peverell, then she’d lose her magic, her family’s holdings, and quite possibly her life.

It was a sickening reality to face. Just when everything seemed to be going well with her career and love life, this awful fate just had to be landed upon her.

Susan didn’t return home to her and Harry’s shared flat. Instead, she wandered Diagon Alley lifelessly, trying to take joy from the excited shoppers around her and yet utterly failing to do so. The pain that wracked her heart seemed to have no end.

She loved Harry with all of her heart. Growing up, she’d always had a bit of a crush on the storybook version of the boy-who-lived, but meeting him had led to an entirely different reality. He’d seemed awkward and shy just like she was back when they were young, and her crush had faded. But then in their fifth year together when he’d started teaching so many students in Dumbledore’s Army, her crush had reawakened. The only difference was that this time it wasn’t for the fictionalised version of Harry. It was for the real man himself.

Never before had she known happiness like what she’d found when she started dating him. From the very beginning, their relationship had been practically perfect. Now, this damned contract was taking that all away from her.

Susan didn’t return to the apparation point until the sun was beginning to set. If she wasn’t home soon, then Harry was bound to send out a search party for her, and that would only make things worse.

With a reluctant sigh, Susan apparated back to their flat.

The moment she appeared out of the fireplace, her nostrils were filled with the delicious scent of a homemade stew. A hearty beef scent intermingled with that of onions, celery, rosemary, thyme, and the subtle sweetness of carrots. Harry had already prepared a thick loaf of bread the other day that she knew would be sliced up and sitting on their dinner table with thick pads of butter to spread across them. He’d probably already picked up a bottle of wine or two for them to share.

Tears sprang to Susan’s eyes instantly. She had to take in several deep breaths and wipe her eyes dry before she felt confident enough to walk into their kitchen where she found Harry busily attending to the stew.

Harry turned instantly at her appearance, his eyes alight with excitement. “I was wondering where you—”

He trailed off, his eyes rapidly filling with worry. Evidently, she hadn’t done a good enough job to hide her discomfort. The fact that he so easily recognised that within her nearly made her burst into tears all over again.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked as he tossed aside the ladle he’d been stirring with and wrapped his arms around her.

Susan tried so hard to open her mouth to explain everything to him, but the second she did, her lip just started quivering and tears streamed down her face.

Even though he had no clue what was wrong, Harry just held her tightly in his arms. It was exactly what she needed in the moment, and that only made her feel all the more bitter about everything. It wasn’t fair that Harry was comforting her when he was about to be hurt just as bad about this as she was.

So, when she pulled away from him even though her tears hadn’t subsided, Harry just looked confused. He seemed torn between leaping back in for another hug and giving her the space she so clearly wanted.

In the end, he mustered a weak smile. “Is everything okay?” He asked her carefully.

It was then that Susan finally blurted everything out. It started as a directionless stream as she blurted out everything that’d happened that day since they kissed and headed off to work. She narrated all of the pointless, mundane things she’d gotten up to until one of the Auror Department’s administrative assistants came forward with a letter for her. She talked about how she went straight to Gringotts and met with Argnuk there and then…

She couldn’t bring herself to say much more than: “There’s a contract that says I’m supposed to marry the heir to House Peverell.”

Susan held her eyes closed for several seconds as she continued to fight off the tears. After a few moments of deep breathing, she finally opened them back up to find Harry staring back at her with a horrified expression on his face.

Merlin, it must be hitting him all at once.

“I know that this isn’t what we ever planned—” Susan began, her voice turning shrill as panic set in her chest, but Harry shut her down by simply raising his hand to ask for a moment of silence.

Susan snapped her jaw shut, a million words on the tip of her tongue fighting to come out.

Harry seemed to mull over what he was about to say as his jaw kept shifting around. Eventually, he settled on a sheepish grimace.

“They told me that they wouldn’t tell you about this until next week,” he told her.

He… what?!

Her confusion ran plainly across her face as Harry swept her up into his arms.

“I’m the heir of House Peverell,” Harry murmured softly to her as he held her close.

Suddenly, Susan shoved him back several feet as her eyes went wide with shock. “You?” She couldn’t believe it! He was from House Potter… not Peverell.

Harry scratched the back of his head the way he always did whenever he’d done something wrong. “I got called out of work early yesterday too to go talk with the goblins. That was when they told me about this marriage contract and a few other things. Apparently, I’m responsible for Houses Potter, Black, and Peverell. I need to make heirs for each one.”

Three houses. Three wives.

Harry stopped her mind from spiralling.

“They told me that I could fulfil my duties to all three houses with just one wife!” He exclaimed quickly, reaching out to take her hand into his. “The second I learnt that I was going to marry you because of the contract, I started planning something a bit more romantic than this. I wanted to surprise you with the news before the goblins told you. I guess those shady buggers are still upset about me robbing them and flying a dragon through their ceiling.”

“But that would mean that we’d need three kids. Four if we wanted to restore House Bones like we talked about,” Susan muttered.

“We always did talk about wanting a big family,” Harry chuckled. “Something to put the Weasleys to shame.”

It’d only ever been jokes before, things said in the heat of the moment of passion. They’d agreed to wait a little bit before any talks of marriage began—both of them had busy lives that needed to settle down first—but it seemed like that choice was being taken out of their hands.

But honestly, Susan didn’t mind. Harry Potter was the only man she’d truly ever dreamt of being with. He was charming, intelligent, caring, handsome, and the most dedicated man she’d ever met. He was as close to perfect as anyone could be.

And she could see that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

In an instant, she was back in Harry’s arms, kissing him soundly. “I’d love nothing more than that, Harry. But we’ll need to get married first.”

“Give me a couple of days and I’ll start getting things organised,” he assured her. “We’ll be married within the month, but that doesn’t mean we need to wait before we start trying for our first kid, does it?”

A sly grin slipped across Susan’s lips. “Are you asking if you have permission to cum inside of me tonight?”

“Well, we’ve only used condoms before. And I’ve been dreaming of actually feeling what it’s like to be inside of you for so long that I can’t wait,” Harry told her. “I know that you’ve been wanting the same thing too.”

She so desperately had. Because of his magical virility making his sperm too potent for magical potions to deal with, they’d had to resort to muggle means for protection. It’d damped the sensations but kept them safe up until now.

“Take me to bed,” she ordered him.

Susan giggled as she was swept off of her feet. Harry carried her off to their bedroom as if she weighed nothing at all, and the thrill of it went straight to her core.

As he gently laid her down on their bed, he gave a simple wave of his hands to vanish all of their clothes in an instant. Her enormous breasts bounced on her chest as they were freed from the confines of her bra, and she quickly wrapped her arms beneath them to help lift them up in an enticing way that always made Harry drool.

“You know what that does to me,” he practically growled as he climbed on top of her.

Suddenly, Susan moaned as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth. His skillful tongue danced around the sensitive point while he sucked on it before alternating to the other one. As he tasted her, his hands spread open her thighs, and she could feel the warmth of his body washing across her labia. He never directly touched her though. Instead, he took his time working his fingers closer and closer until she started to squirm, practically begging for his touch.

Then, he finally gave her what she so desperately needed.

As his lips left her breasts and finally came up to kiss her, he pressed the palm of his hand gently against her clit. Instinctively, Susan’s thighs clamped down around Harry’s arm, squeezing it as the pleasure overrode her mind, but he didn’t let up. He gave her a deep kiss as he kept up the pressure and even went so far as to press two of his fingers against her slit.

“That’s it,” he purred in her ear. “Keep mewling for me just like that.”

“Oh, Harry,” Susan moaned as he pressed his fingers into her sopping-wet pussy. They went knuckle deep easily even as her silken walls clung to him. He pulled back and curled his fingers to just the right spot that her back suddenly arched off of the bed and her moan turned into a cry of pleasure.

“Your pussy belongs to me and me alone,” Harry told her possessively. “I would’ve fought the world to keep you from any other man.”

She believed him too.

Harry’s fingers started pumping in and out of her core, and he twisted his hand around so that his thumb could reach her clit. He circled it as it throbbed painfully for several seconds before he finally touched her just as his fingers curled inside of her again.

“Harry!” Susan screamed, unable to take it anymore. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy provided the perfect backdrop to her cries as she rocked from side to side on the bed, her inner walls clamping down hard around his fingers. A stream of clear liquid gushed out of her and down his hand, staining the sheets below them. With a simple flick of his free wrist, he cleaned everything up so that it looked perfect again.

“Now are you ready for me to fuck you silly until I fill your womb up with cum?” Harry asked breathily close to her ear.

“Yes,” Susan practically shouted, her voice going hoarse. It took everything in her to spread her thighs apart again as they continued to tremble. Harry pulled his fingers out of her and then positioned his body above her, letting his fat cock slap across her belly. He hooked his arms beneath her knees and lifted them up, angling her back a bit so that he’d be literally fucking her straight down onto the bed.

Eagerly, Susan grasped his monstrous shaft and placed the tip right against her swollen lips. As he pushed inside of her, he kissed her, letting his tongue battle against hers inside of her mouth. His hard, thick shaft stretched her pussy out wonderfully, leaving her full and satisfied especially with the intense heat it offered. His balls smacked against her ass as he pushed every inch inside of her.

Susan loved watching Harry’s face when he entered inside of her. Even though his eyes were closed, his face still let out those little expressions that showed just how good he was making her feel. For a moment, he was utterly lost in her, something that he’d never been able to do with anyone else. Now that he was fully nestled inside of her without a condom, she felt like she could map out every single vein of his cock with her inner walls. He felt so viscerally incredible that it was impossible to believe that what they’d done before was truly sex.

This was an experience unlike anything else, and she was so happy to finally be able to experience it with him.

As his eyes fluttered open he pulled back and smiled at her. “You’re going to be the perfect mum.”

Susan’s heart skipped a beat before it was restarted by his cock slamming into her again. Harry pulled back and delivered a series of powerful thrusts, the type that they both liked after a long, frustrating day of work. It was their way of reconnecting, only this had another level added to it. He was going to fuck her until she was a complete mess who couldn’t even move her legs and, Merlin be good, she’d get pregnant from it too.

This was the start of their family together, and even if she didn’t actually get pregnant today, there were still plenty more days to come that they could have baby-making love with each other.

Susan grasped her own breasts and tweaked her nipples as her body rocked back and forth on the bed. Her feet curled as she wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist, holding him tight so that he couldn’t escape, not that he wanted to. He seemed every bit as keen as her to keep his cock buried deep inside of her pussy so that the moment he finally came, every last drop would go straight into her womb.

Harry started ramming into her faster and faster; the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. His balls kept smacking off of her ass, and even as he cock pulled out of her, her pussy was ready to receive him once again. She could feel her juices dripping down the curve of her ass as he kept railing her, and he brought her knees nearly up to her chin as he tilted her back even further.

Then, with a low grunt, Harry’s movements grew more erratic. Even as her walls tried to clamp down on him to make him stay buried inside of her, he wouldn’t be contained. Susan couldn’t say a thing with how much she was breathlessly moaning as he fucked the air straight out of her lungs. He was wild, and it turned her on so much that she could barely keep a coherent thought in her mind straight.

Just as it was reaching the point of becoming too much, Harry cried out: “Susan!”

Suddenly, he buried himself all the way inside of her and exploded. Susan felt every spurt of his cum shooting straight into her womb. The intense heat of it all nearly blinded her, but she clung to her lover with everything she had, thoroughly enjoying the moment before it inevitably passed.

As best as they could determine, that was indeed the night that she became pregnant. Their wedding was only a couple of weeks afterwards, and no one was any the wiser as to the fact that she had a baby growing in her belly as she kissed her new husband.

It was officially the start of their new life together, and everything was completely perfect.

Years later, the contract Susan had been given by Gringotts still remained framed in her private office. It sat on her wall, offering a reminder of how something that’d appeared so terrible on the surface had turned into something utterly magnificent.

Their tenth and final child had finally gone off to Hogwarts earlier that morning. James, Amelia, and Lily were all off living on their own now. Sirius was captaining the Gryffindor Quidditch Team in his last year while Jasmine and Edgar were still a marvellous duo in Ravenclaw. Albus had just been named Hufflepuff’s latest prefect while Iris and Ivy were already stirring up trouble in Slytherin. Hopefully Hannah would do just as well as her older siblings in whatever house she was sorted into.

Susan was so caught up at staring at the contract that she didn’t even notice that her loving husband had entered the room until he swept his arms around her back.

“You know, we’re not too late to try for another kid.”

Susan just laughed and leaned into his embrace. “I thought that we decided that ten was enough.”

“That was years ago,” Harry chuckled, kissing her cheek. “What about now?”

One more child?

Honestly, she’d been through enough by now. She loved all of her children, and despite barely looking older than her early thirties, she was ready to be a grandmother instead.

“I think we’re alright with the ones we have,” Susan told him as she turned and kissed him back. “Although, if you want to spend the evening pretending like we’re making a baby?”

Harry chuckled and picked her up like he’d been doing for years now. “Do you have some of Hermione’s special potions on hand?”

“Of course,” Susan replied. It was the only way they could have unprotected sex without risking pregnancy. It’d horrified Hermione to learn just how many potions she needed to make for them, so Susan had gotten the recipe from her. Of course, they never changed the name.

“Good,” Harry grinned. “Then I’ll ravage you the entire night.”

Honestly, Susan couldn’t think of a better time than that.