After asking Konroy the house elf which room Seleia had taken up residence in, Harry headed up the stairs and walked towards his old bedroom.
He hadn't used it in a while, considering that he had joined Lily in the master bedroom back in summer.
When he entered his bedroom, he found the gorgeous lamia laying on the bed. Her raven hair was a splash of black across the white pillow, and her generous, eternally bare breasts were obviously on full display, as was her tight stomach. Her golden eyes brightened considerably when he entered, and she tossed aside the book she'd been reading.
Her long, serpentine lower half helped push her up into a standing position beside the bed, then she and Harry moved towards each other to embrace.
Harry squeezed Seleia's sexy body tightly, enjoying the feeling of her bare breasts.
"I've missed you so much, master." Seleia murmured in her sexy Greek accent.
"I missed you too." Harry said back, rubbing her bare back. She looked at him with those pretty gold eyes of hers, and then she draped herself across his shoulders, holding herself there while her serpentine half coiled around Harry's body. Harry held Seleia in his arms then, and she tucked her head under his chin, so that her soft, flowing black hair tickled his chin.
Harry staggered towards the bed, and they fell onto it together, Seleia atop Harry, her serpentine half still wrapped firmly around him.
"I never got the chance to reward you. For saving me." Seleia said, pushing herself up on her hands so that her head was above Harry's looking down, her very long black hair falling down around them to make a privacy curtain of some sort, though that wasn't Seleia's intention.
Harry tore his eyes off of her luminous, enchanting golden eyes just once to look at her beautiful breasts dangling right in front of him, but then he looked back at her eyes.
"I don't need thanks." Harry shook his head.
"It does not mean you do not deserve them, master." Seleia said, and then she leaned down and kissed him. Her lips were soft, and Harry pulled Seleia back down on top of him while their lips wrestled.
His hands stroked down her human half, but didn't stop when they reached her serpentine half. Seleia only kissed him harder at that, and Harry wondered vaguely if she was unsure about whether or not Harry liked her because of her being half-snake.
Harry was unashamed to admit that he'd done some research on lamia biology, and they did indeed have holes to fuck. Harry fully planned on getting inside of Seleia one day, but today, rushed to go see his aunt and cousin, he didn't want to make their first time unenjoyable.
Seleia drew her lips off of Harry's, and he smiled up at her. She smiled back, a little shyly.
"Before I go back to school, I have something I need to do with you." Harry said firmly.
"What is it?" Seleia asked in confusion. Harry leaned forwards and kissed Seleia's nipples, making the lamia gasp in arousal.
As Harry did that, some of the scales that were right at the base of her human half parted, revealing a human pussy, one which Harry slid his fingers into.
"H-how did you-?" Seleia gasped.
"I've done plenty of research on lamias." Harry smirked, and Seleia melted into his arms, moaning.
"You… I am so unfathomably grateful for you, master." Seleia professed herself.
"I'm grateful you're here, too." Harry smiled, and the wizard and the lamia kissed again.
———
Harry rejoined Lily in the living room, and found her looking bemused.
"You're a little late. And is that one of Seleia's hairs on your shoulder?" the ever observant Lily Potter asked.
Harry chuckled at his mother, and she tugged him into her lap.
"You know, you should be paying more attention to your wife." Lily said with a teasing smile.
Harry and Lily had called themselves each other's spouses back on Harry's birthday earlier this year, and Harry had been surprised when she took it seriously. He hadn't thought it was a joke or anything, but he figured it had been a thing that would only pop up during sex.
Instead, Lily Evans had returned to being Lily Potter, only she was no longer taking James' name, but Harry's.
Mother and son and husband and wife kissed, and Harry gave his mother's ample chest a few squeezes.
"Alright, we do need to go, before you get me all hot and bothered." Lily moaned, and Harry laughed as he got off of her lap. Lily rose to her feet and she took Harry's hand.
"Remember, you have to keep the pretense that we're just normal mother and son." Lily said to Harry, looking worried.
"Don't worry, Mum. I can put on an act for a few hours." Harry said, and Lily smiled.
"I trust you." Lily agreed, and they kissed softly one last time before Lily drew back, and they Apparated away.
———
When they arrived, it was on a driveway beside Rose Evans' car. Harry glanced around and thankfully saw no one had seen them arrive.
"I'm a little nervous." Lily murmured. Harry almost wrapped his arms around her like he always did, then thought better of it and just squeezed her arm.
"You'll be fine. It's just your sister." Harry said with a smile.
"Right." Lily said, and they walked towards the front door, where Harry knocked.
It was opened a few moments later by a stunningly beautiful woman who was probably a few years younger than Lily. Two or three maybe. She was much less busty than Lily, but her hips had extremely wide curves, and from what Harry could tell, she had an enormous ass.
"Lily." Rose Evans said unhappily, with an American accent like her daughter Violet had.
"Hello, Rosie." Lily smiled sadly at her little sister.
Rose turned to Harry, and she took him in. Harry wondered if she'd be terse with him like she had been his mum, but to his surprise, she smiled at him.
"You have the Evans eyes." Rose said.
"I do." Harry agreed, "It's nice to meet you, Aunt Rose. I'm Harry."
Rose glanced towards her sister.
"I was surprised when Vi told me that you'd named your son after our father." Rose said.
"Your father was named Harry?" Harry asked in surprise, looking at his mum.
"Harrison, actually." Lily answered, "He died just a little before you were born, and I felt that naming you Harry would honor him."
"I never knew that." Harry said, surprised. He knew practically nothing about his extended family on either side.
"Well, come on in." Rose invited Lily and Harry in after a beat of silence, and she turned around to lead them inside the house. Harry couldn't take his eyes off her insane ass. It was big and round and jiggly… damn.
The trio reached the living room, and found Violet watching TV.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, and jumped to her feet to run and hug him. His slender and petite strawberry blonde cousin threw her arms around his neck, having to go up on her toes to do so. Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around Violet's tight body, and pulled her close.
"I'm glad you two got so close." Rose said happily, and she and Lily sat down in armchairs, leaving Harry to plop next to Violet on the couch.
"You're thirteen now, right?" Harry asked Violet.
"Not until January." Violet shook her head.
"Good. I was worried you'd turned thirteen and not invited me to the party." Harry chuckled. Violet giggled. Harry usually was surrounded by buxom, voluptuous ladies, and Violet was a beautiful exception to that. Muggleborns were generally late bloomers, as Hermione was just now on the cusp of blooming, Harry was pretty sure. He found himself realizing he really liked Violet's body, though, small and petite as she was.
She was only a few months younger than being just a year apart from him.
"So, what job do you have?" Lily asked Rose curiously, and the two cousins looked at the redhead sisters.
"I work at a hotel as a manager there." Rose shrugged.
"A manager? That's cool." Harry said, a little unsure what the term meant entirely, but he knew it meant in charge.
"I guess." Rose said, folding her arms under her small-to-medium sized breasts.
There was an awkward pause.
"Look, Rosie, I'm just here because I want to try to repair things. Petunia and I are irrevocably estranged, and you know what happened with me and Mum. I just don't want to lose you." Lily said quietly.
"I'm glad you're making the effort, Lil. I am. I had a feeling this day was coming once Violet started showing signs of magic, like you did when you were her age." Rose said.
"I'm really glad that she met Harry." Lily said, and smiled at her son.
"Me too." Rose smiled at her daughter.
"Well, look, it's Christmas break, and I figure we should have some fun. What about a team snowball fight? No magic allowed, of course." Lily suggested.
Rose tapped her chin.
"Sounds good to me, but I'm taking my nephew to be on my team. You see him all the time, and I want a chance to get to know him." Rose said.
"Deal." Lily said.
The four rose to their feet, and Harry and Rose moved aside from Lily and Violet.
"Alright, I want to win this one." Rose said competitively, and she pulled up her loose, fiery red hair into a messy bun as she pulled on a winter coat.
"I'm good with winning." Harry agreed with a chuckle.
Harry and Rose went out the front door into the snow, while Lily and Violet went out the back.
"You don't need winter gear or anything?" Rose asked.
"No, I cast a Heating charm. It's keeping me warm." Harry said.
"Magic." Rose scoffed, but rather than upset, she looked almost a little envious.
"Is that why you and mum grew apart? You were jealous?" Harry asked, not judgmentally, just curiously.
Rose deliberated on her answer, tucking loose strands of red hair behind her ears as she did.
"Yes. I was very, very jealous. Petunia hated magic from the second she learned about it, but me? Oh, I couldn't wait until my magic came, but the years passed, and… it didn't." Rose sighed, "I was hurt, really hurt, by that. I lashed out, I got angry at Lily, and whenever she was home from Hogwarts, we fought. Then she brought home her handsome husband, and I just got more jealous. You look just like James, you know."
"I've been told." Harry chuckled.
"I moved to America not long before your father was killed." Rose sighed, "Your mother sent me an owl not long after, and I… I ignored it. My sister was grieving her dead husband and I was too petty to go and help her."
She hung her head, clearly ashamed.
Harry wrapped his arms around his aunt, and she let out a sound of surprise as she was pulled closely up against his chest.
"You… you're just like Lily." Rose mumbled into Harry's shoulder, "Always helping people."
"Mum's not angry at you. She's here because she wants to be sisters with you again, and if she held any resentment towards you, she wouldn't be here. I know what she's like." Harry said.
Rose squeezed Harry.
"You're going to be an amazing nephew, aren't you? Unlike Petunia's spoiled brat." Rose smiled.
"I certainly hope I can do better than Dudley." Harry laughed.
"Alright, come on, Harry. Let's go win this snowball fight." Rose said, and she pecked her newfound nephew on the cheek.