Ginny eventually mustered the nerve to return to their shared bedroom. She wasn't sure what sort of reception she'd find waiting for her. She wouldn't blame Harry for giving her the cold shoulder, and she braced herself for his disappointment and anger. She had lied to him, and she remembered just how sore of a point being kept out of the loop had been during their school years.
The scene she walked in on was both better and somehow worse than what she imagined. Harry sat naked on the bed, with Shuri and Natasha on either side of him. They took turns, alternating between kissing him and kissing his chest and neck. Occasionally, one or the other would idly stroke his shaft. She spent a long moment staring, none of the three acknowledging her presence.
"Uh, hey." She said awkwardly. "Do you want me to go?" The activity stilled, and Ginny braced herself.
"I'm not kicking you out, Gin." Harry frowned. "We're not going to work like that. I'm upset. I wish you'd told me sooner, but I get why you didn't, and I wouldn't do that." Ginny felt the tension in her gut unravel. Then, he and Natasha shared a look, causing a very different tension to take its place. "Besides, I'm sure you can make it up to me."
"Yes, absolutely." Ginny nodded vigorously, her voice cracking. "Anything."
"Well." Natasha said, rising from the bed. She strode up to Ginny with a feminine grace. Unlike Harry, she was still clad in a black bra and knickers, but the limited modesty did almost nothing to blunt Ginny's attraction. "How about this? Strip."
Ginny jolted into motion, stripping off her bulky robes. She could feel their eyes on her- Harry and Natasha's especially- and when she dropped her knickers, they hit the floor with a wet thwap. "Good." Natasha smirked. "Harry, would you?"
Before Ginny could so much as ask about Natasha's request, she was jolted up into the air. She was not weightless- she could still feel gravity pulling her down, her hair tumbling down her shoulders- yet she remained suspended by an invisible force. "Eep!" She squeaked, finding that flailing her arms and legs did nothing for her situation.
Harry grinned mischievously, a look that did things to her. Suddenly, she found her wrists pinned to her back- another feat of wandless magic. "Harryyy!" She whined.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly. She swiftly nodded, before returning to her writhing. "Good, Shuri, could I have the vibrator?" Ginny froze, realizing what was about to happen. Shuri produced from a drawer a small silver shaft, a Vibranium vibrator of her own design. Ginny had tried it herself and was in complete agreement that it was the best sex toy ever invented.
"Have fun." Shuri snickered.
"Err…" Ginny chuckled nervously. "I thought this was supposed to be a punishment?"
"Well, its all a matter of perspective." Harry said. "I wouldn't do this if you didn't enjoy it. But…" He slid the device into her slick sex, and Ginny shivered as she felt the cool metal against her. "It's still got to be a punishment, right?" He tapped it with his wand, and it rumbled to life. It vibrated with a low purr that reverberated deep within her core.
Ginny gasped helplessly, writhing in the air. "Oh! Oh, oh!" She moaned. "Harry!" He looped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her in for a quick kiss, before letting her hang. "Harry!" She called. Natasha stepped beside her, following Harry back to the bed. She gave Ginny a push, sending her slowly spinning.
She rotated away as Harry, Natasha, and Shuri returned to bed. Giggling and whispering soon shifted into moans, and then the slap of flesh against flesh. Ginny whined, imagining what was happening behind her back as the thrum of the vibrator sent waves of bliss through her core. Shuri moaned loudly, so loudly that Ginny suspected she was putting on a show.
"Oh, shut up!" Ginny sniped. "Stop b-bragging!" Her body turned back to the scene, and she saw that Harry had pressed Shuri onto her hands and knees as he drove himself into her.
"What, are you jealous?" Natasha teased.
"Of course I am!" Ginny called as she rotated back.
"Fuck me with your thick, white cock!" Shuri cried out, and Ginny would have rolled her eyes if she were not so undone.
"You love my cock, princess?" Harry purred. "Why don't you let Ginny know how much?"
"I love your fucking cock! It feels so good!" Shuri moaned. "So good inside me!"
Ginny gave a strangled noise. She knew exactly how good Harry's cock felt, thank you very much, and she didn't need the reminder. What she needed was to cum, but perniciously, the vibrator was at such a low setting that she wasn't sure she'd be able to get there. "Come on!" She shouted.
"Oh, I'm close." Shuri panted, and the raggedness in her voice told Ginny that she wasn't lying. "So fucking close to- to- cumming!" Ginny spun back around just in time to catch Shuri's orgasm, and to witness Harry's final few thrusts before he too reached his peak.
For a minute, Ginny thought that might be it. But her hopes were dashed when Natasha crawled up to Harry. "My turn." She said, casting Ginny a taunting look. Ginny did her best to glare back, but the effect was ruined, she was sure, by her current state. Then she was rotating away and could only rub her thighs together as she listened to them. For what seemed like an eternity, Natasha rode him, and she put on as much of a show as Shuri had. By the time that she too had finished, Ginny felt almost delirious.
"Haaarrry!" Ginny whined, as she heard someone leave the bed behind her. "Please." Then she felt his hands at her waist, as he grabbed her and spun her back around.
"Have you learned your lesson, Gin?" He asked.
Ginny nodded fervently. "Yes. I'll be good. I'll be a good girl." She spread her legs, exposing her sopping sex to him. She felt so helpless, in the best way possible. Harry had her under his complete control, she couldn't even move without his say-so, and it was thrilling. His hands moved from her waist, first sliding along her thighs, then back up her back, and finally fondling her breasts. His closeness and the feel of his hands on her did nothing to soothe her. "Please!" She begged. She didn't think she'd ever been so high for so long without reaching her peak.
Harry hummed in acknowledgement as his fingers began to worry her hardened nipples. Ginny whimpered, her body trembling at the stimulation. She was so close, but she needed more. Then Harry dipped his head down, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Ginny went rigid, her mouth gaping open as she focused on the intense sensation. She was so close to cumming, just a little more…
Just as she was about to push herself over the edge, Harry withdrew, and Ginny wailed in frustration. She lost herself, writhing and humping her hips in the air blindly. "Please! Please fuck me! Please, please, please!" She begged with no hint of humor or shame.
The vibrator stopped, and Harry tossed it back to the bed, where Nat and Shuri were watching. Then he grabbed her hips firmly and pulled her slowly onto his cock, despite her efforts to speed up the process by latching her ankles around his waist and gyrating her hips. "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" Ginny grunted, nearly undone. She was so close, she just needed… Harry's hand slid back around her waist and down to her folds. His fingers found her clit, and rubbed just so, and Ginny finally, finally came.
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T'Chone threw himself to the ground, rolling back to his feet as Lily's spell zipped overhead. His own wand was extended, the tip lighting up as she prepared to cast. Lily saw her fate approaching and did the only thing she could think to do. She lunged. T'Chone flinched, bracing himself as she grabbed his arm, causing his spell to go wide.
"Hey! No fair!" T'Chone laughed.
"Dad didn't say we couldn't!" Lily giggled. The smile was wiped from her face when he threw her off him, sending her stumbling back.
"Hey!" She chirped, raising her wand again. "Stupefy!" The spell went wide, but T'Chone had cast a shield charm, wasting the opportunity she'd given him. Realizing his mistake, T'Chone dove, but this time Lily anticipated him, and her follow-up spell hit him dead on.
"Okay, good job you two." Harry called, beaming at his kids' antics. It was wonderful to see them like this- happy and playful. Lily had wanted a friend her age her entire life, and T'Chone had wanted much the same, and now they both had each other. "Any lessons from that?" He asked.
"Lily cheats." T'Chone ribbed.
"No, I'm creative."
"Well…" Harry's eyes twinkled. "She was right that I didn't say you couldn't get physical. You've both had training with hand to hand combat, right?" Both teens nodded. Natasha had taught Lily, and T'Challa had sparred with T'Chone. "It's important to be able to fight with both your body and magic, to use them together. It's something that a textbook wizarding education won't teach you. However, Lily, you made a pretty big mistake when you grabbed your brother."
There was silence for a moment, and then T'Chone ventured. "It didn't go anywhere. She didn't have a plan."
"Exactly." Harry nodded. "You acted off of instinct, and it was a clever move, but not a complete one. In time you'll learn how to improvise properly." He turned to T'Chone. "Now then, what mistake did you make?"
"I repeated the same move twice, and Lily expected it." T'Chone sighed.
"I get the appeal of going for a dive, but it does fully commit you." Harry said, nonjudgmentally. "You should use a large repertoire of moves and positioning. Now then." He clapped his hands. "Lunch?"
The two practically skipped as they followed him out, trailing slightly behind as they talked quickly- joking, ribbing and snickering. He felt a warm pulse of satisfaction. He'd been worried that they might not get along, that there might be some sort of rivalry between them. He was more than happy to find his worries unfounded. On this, at least, things seemed to be looking up.
The Ancient One had done well to expand the living quarters for their new arrivals, but Harry and his core group remained in a central space with their own bedrooms, living and workspaces. It reminded Harry of the Avengers compound, if one swapped out Tony's technology for sorcery. The dining area was a short walk from the sparring room, one that the three of them had made many times now. When they reached the threshold, T'Chone hurried to his side and offered up his wand. "You should have it back, aba." He said.
Harry shook his head. "You need it more than I do."
"But it's yours."
"I stole it off of someone two weeks ago." He chuckled. "Keep it, until you can find something that works better." He'd explained to them what it meant to 'own' a wand, for it to recognize you. Lily had described the moment she'd found her wand, and Harry suspected that it had chosen her. T'Chone, by comparison, had struggled more with his magic, and Harry had been quick to tell him the wand was likely the culprit. Still, there was nothing to do about it. Even if he were inclined to mug random wizards and see if their wands fit with T'Chone, it'd be a long, tedious process that'd likely get them into a confrontation with the Order sooner than they wanted. Harry supposed that this was one silver lining for their plan to send T'Chone and Lily into Hogwarts. The Order would at least match him with a proper wand before sorting them.
He just wished it didn't involve sending them into the lion's den.
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Septimius poked at his food, far more of his attention on his book than on his plate. "Sep, you know I've always encouraged your reading, but you need to eat." His mum said in her familiar, worried tone.
She always worried for him, over his health, his friendships, his health, whether he was doing anything strenuous, and his health. Just about the only thing she didn't worry about was his grades, and that was because they were perfect Os. "Yes, mum." He said dully, taking a few appeasing bites of his scrambled eggs.
His mum sighed. "At least drink your potion." Septimius grimaced. He'd always hated the foul tasting potion his father brewed for him. 'Nutritional supplements' his mother called them. Septimus suspected that it was much more than that, though his parents would never tell him, and he'd never had the courage to press further on the matter. All he knew was that he'd been born sick, that he was better now, and that his mum wanted him to stay that way. That he might like to know what he'd been sick with, and how he'd gotten better was immaterial to his parents, or any other authority figure in his life.
He gulped down the potion, before returning to his reading. It was easier to stick with his books. No matter how dense the tome, it would be simpler than having to think about the real world. "Well, school's about to start up again, Sep." His mum said, the tension easing from her voice. "Are you excited?" At this, he grinned. He did love school. Once term started he'd have the entire Hogwarts library to peruse. There was one rub, though. Hogwarts was more than strict enough with most students, but with both his parents on the faculty, it was impossible to escape them. His father was… a firm man, and he had high expectations that Septimius did his best to live up to. His mum cared less for that sort of thing, but her concern was oppressive. Sometimes he wanted to just run away or escape into one of his books and never look back.
He almost sighed, before catching himself and plastering on a big fake smile. "Yeah, I'm excited to see what you have in store for us this year, mum."
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Natasha nearly jumped as the door opened. She knew to expect the visitor, but hadn't really expected a response so soon. She'd figured she'd have to come back at least a few weeks a in a row before the message had been received. She wasn't, however, concerned about a trap. If the message had been intercepted and Hydra was bearing down at her location, help was only seconds away. "Well, well, well." The woman crowed. "Well, well, well, well- shoot, that's too many wells." Natasha snorted. "If it isn't my traitorous big sister."
"Yelena." She replied, smiling. "Its good to see you."
"Is it?" Yelena cocked her head, glancing around at the room. The house Natasha chosen for the meetup was long abandoned, with dust and grime clinging to every surface. "You sure know how to put up a warm welcome."
"Of course. I missed you."
"Then why did you wait fourteen years to reach out?" Yelena asked. "Did you not trust me?" She tried to answer her own question. "But if so, why reach out now?"
Natasha had expected this. Yelena had had those same questions the first time around. Yet the mere fact that she was here gave Natasha hope. She'd left the note with this location and time 'Thursday, 2:00PM' at their designated safe box. She hadn't expected Yelena to come on the first available day, and she wasn't sure she liked the implications that she had. Had Yelena checked their safe box every week, for all this time? "I was on the run." She said. "I had a daughter to look after. It wasn't that I didn't trust you, but everything was a risk."
"I get it. She's your real family. Unlike me." She said it so casually, as if those words didn't hurt, as if she hadn't probably been thinking them, internalizing them, for well over a decade.
"No." Natasha shook her head. "No. You're my sister. You're my real sister." She stood up and took Yelena's hands, who looked hesitantly back up at her. The Natasha Romanoff of this world hadn't had any plans of reaching out to Yelena. She'd been guarded and jaded, focused only on protecting Lily and (secondarily) surviving. She'd never had Clint, SHIELD, the Avengers, or Harry. But she, as she was now, was never going to let that come between them again. "I want us to be a family again. You, me, Lily, and, well…"
"If you hadn't told me about her yourself, I wouldn't have believed it." Yelena said softly. Yelena had been the only person Natasha had told about the pregnancy. She wouldn't have been able to escape without Yelena's help. "So, is she okay? Is she here? Did you ever figure out about her father?"
"She's doing good, better than ever, actually." Natasha said, smiling as she thought back to Lily's playful friendship with her brother. "Her name is Lily. And you know, I think she'd love to meet her aunt. Her father's here to, and that's… quite a story."
"Really?" Yelena beamed. Natasha knew exactly how to hook her, and she knew the prospect of getting to know her niece, would be too much for her to resist. "Is that why you're here, so I could meet her?"
"No." Natasha said. It wasn't, really. It was part of it, but far from the full story. "I'm here to bring you home."
"I don't have a home."
Natasha twirled her finger, creating a portal behind them. "Wanna bet?"
Yelena followed Natasha through the portal, understandably skittish as she sized up her new environment. It was just a normal sitting area, purposefully set up to be unintimidating. Harry was waiting for them and held out his hand for Yelena to shake. "Hey, you don't remember me but I'm-" Yelena cautiously took his hand, and instantly crumbled to the floor. "-sorry. There's no easy way to do that."
"Oh my God." She whimpered pitifully. "Why didn't you warn me?"
"Sorry." Nat snickered. "You're getting the same treatment I got."
"In my defense, I was just trying to get you to stop attacking me." Harry retorted playfully.
"So!" Shuri clapped her hands as she entered the room. Yelena curled into a ball and groaned. "Is she back with us?"
Then suddenly, Yelena jolted up, her eyes scanning Harry. "Oh my god."
"I think that's a yes." Harry said.
"This is so fucked up. What even happened?" She babbled. "There was Thanos. And then you were dead. And…and…"
"That's a long story." Harry tried to explain. "But-"
"We had sex!"
"That's what you're focusing on?" Natasha rolled her eyes, ruffling her sister's hair.
"Basically, the world is fucked up. We're going to fix it. You in?" Harry asked.