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It’s a relatively normal, quiet day at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That is, until the doors to the Great Hall burst open during Breakfast and a cadre of Aurors spill forth, the Director of the DMLE herself at their head.
Everyone turns and stares as Amelia Bones strides down the length of the Great Hall, a dour and serious expression on her severe face. Over at the Hufflepuff Table, Susan Bones looks wide-eyed at seeing her aunt here on apparently official business. Meanwhile, up at the Head Table, Dumbledore rises from his chair.
“Amelia. To what do we owe the pleasure?”
Stopping at the foot of the stairs, the Director places her hands on her hips and glares up at the Hogwarts Headmaster.
“There is nothing pleasurable about this visit, Albus. My department has received troubling reports of an attempt on the life of an Heir to an Ancient and Noble House. Seeing as this would be the second attempt in so many months, we are taking these reports VERY seriously.”
Most of the people in the hall can’t tell that the Headmaster is anything but his usual grandfatherly self as he chuckles softly. But for those who can, they see the way his smile has turned wooden, even as he spreads his hands open wide.
“Well… far be it from me to get in the way of your investigation. Hogwarts is, of course, always happy to help the DMLE discharge its duties and investigate any… crimes.”
An obvious olive branch, which Amelia responds to with a sharp nod. Then, she turns and faces the rest of the Great Hall, her Aurors having spread out by this point, almost as though to form a perimeter and keep anyone from running… even the Hogwarts Staff.
“I shall be listing several names. You all will be questioned regarding the events that took place on the Quidditch Pitch on November Ninth. Answer truthfully and completely, and you will be fine.”
Sweeping her gaze back and forth a moment longer, Amelia begins to speak, the Great Hall silent as people jolt at having their names called, others looking their way with wide eyes.
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“… I wonder if you really thought this through, Amelia. I did not ask you to come here and make a big fuss over me… and yet here you are all the same.”
“I apologize, my Lord. Unfortunately, the reports were in fact real and thus demanded investigation.”
Harry raises an eyebrow at that. He, Amelia… and Susan Bones are currently ensconced in an otherwise empty classroom for his own interview. He wasn’t surprised that the DMLE Director had chosen to interview him directly. He was surprised, however, to hear that the incident on the Quidditch Pitch had actually been reported to the proper authorities. He would have thought the Headmaster would have suppressed the truth of what happened as much as possible.
Quirking the corner of her mouth up slightly, Amelia shrugs her shoulders.
“You may or may not recognize the names my Lord… but the accusations of foul play and an attempt on your life came from two separate sources, independent of one another. One Hermione Granger… and one Daphne Greengrass.”
The young wizard can’t help the way his eyes widen at that. Well now… that was VERY interesting, wasn’t it? He could understand how Hermione might have caught sight of what was happening, but Daphne? Did she do it because she was trying to satisfy the life debt, or because she really cared? Hm, that bore more investigation, certainly.
“I also wished to see you again, my Lord. I wished to tell you, face to face, how things are going out in the broader world. Those who have lain dormant… the Potter Witches who have been awaiting your family’s return… they’re starting to wake up. When you are ready… they will submit to your every wish.”
That also piques Harry’s interest, he won’t deny it. And honestly… he’s pleased with Amelia. Sure, she could have gone about things differently, but it was egg on Dumbledore’s face all the same. And if the reports were real… well then, that just made it all the better. Sitting there quietly for a moment, Harry thinks on it before deciding that ultimately, he’s happy. Amelia deserves a reward. Before he can say anything however, the Director interjects once more.
“I see that you wasted no time in… connecting with my niece after our last visit, Harry. Has she been to your liking?”
Harry’s eyes flicker over to Susan at that. The busty red head blushes profusely, ducking her head at suddenly having his attention. Indeed, since Harry’s first meeting with Amelia, he had in fact reached out to Susan. Amelia’s words, that she had raised her niece as a proto-Potter Witch in mind, heart, and soul, had certainly caught his eye. So of course he’d had some fun with Susan.
Alas, she wasn’t all that interesting if he was being honest. There was no chase in it. No hunt. No slow corruption. Amelia had prepared her niece and adoptive daughter a bit TOO well, to the point that in the end, the busty red head was just a tad… boring. She was a useful source of relief when his other projects weren’t available, and she represented inroads into Hufflepuff that he didn’t otherwise have… however…
“Amelia. Back when we first met, do you recall what you said to me about your niece?”
Blinking, Amelia tilts her head to the side. Before she can answer, Harry clarifies what he means.
“Specifically, you told me that she was one of the naturally bustiest witches in all of Hogwarts.”
Slowly, the Director of the DMLE nods.
“… I do recall that, my Lord.”
Smiling softly, Harry looks to Susan, who has frozen in and gone white as a sheet at the realization of where this is going.
“I do not think you lied to me knowingly then, Amelia. As such, I do believe your niece has something to confess to you.”
Amelia turns to her niece, looking confused as she furrows her brow.
“Susan? What is he talking about?”
Staring down at the ground, shaking a little bit, Susan bites her lower lip as her hands clench into fists at her sides. For a moment, Harry wonders if he’s going to have to expose the young red head himself. But no, in the end she gathers the courage to explain herself to her aunt.
“M-My tits… aren’t natural, A-Auntie…”
It’s Amelia’s turn to be shocked speechless, even as the floodgates open and Susan bursts into tears while explaining.
“I-I just wanted to m-make you happy! I just wanted you t-to be proud of me! I wanted t-to make Lord Potter’s head turn, w-when he finally revealed himself! So… so I looked for alternative means… and I’ve been using them for years…”
Eyes wide, Amelia can only stare at her niece.
“Susan…”
Harry decides now is as good a time as any to step back in, clearing his throat.
“I noticed immediately, of course. All of the… aids she’s been using are made with Potter Techniques, after all. Cosmetic potions and spells that have been watered down from my family’s own magic and marketed to a broader audience. I recognized right off the bat what Susan had been doing to herself… and the effects of several past overdoses on such magic.”
“O-Overdoses?”
Now Amelia looks downright horrified, while Susan looks even more ashamed. Yes, overdosing was quite possible. One could one hundred percent have too much of a good thing. There were warning labels on all of the cosmetics that Susan had been using for years now, but the Hufflepuff had blown right past every single one of them. The results spoke for themselves. Outwardly, she was certainly one of the most voluptuous, curvaceous girls in all of Hogwarts.
The problem was inward. Her magic had become more and more reliant on such things, addicting her to their effects. If she went without now… things would go bad fast for the young woman. Not that Harry would let that happen.
“I will take care of it, Amelia. The fact remains though… you and your niece have been left to your own devices for too long. It is time to change that. Time for me to… properly take you both into the fold.”
That gets their attention. The Bones Witches both stare at him with naked, undisguised desire on their faces. Giving Amelia a pointed look, Harry reaches out and flicks the switch on the Potter Magic hiding her true form. He watches as the Director flushes and quickly reverts to her true form, that of a gorgeous Potter Witch. The years positively melt off of her, with Susan gasping at the sight. It’s unlikely she’s never seen her aunt like this before, Harry imagines, but she’s still clearly amazed by how good Amelia looks. It’s probably what gave Susan a complex in the first place.
That said… as beautiful as Amelia is, she’s not Harry’s. Not truly. Her body was sculpted by his father many moons ago, and Harry… Harry can no longer abide by having his dad’s hand-me-downs. And so, rising from his seat, Harry reaches down and opens his robes. His cock comes out quickly enough, drawing both Amelia and Susan’s eyes down to it as they look downright eager to play.
“Strip.”
The Bones Witches hurry to obey, stripping naked for him. Susan does her best to show off her body, but Harry only has eyes for her aunt at this moment. Not because Amelia looks better than Susan, though she definitely does. But merely because Harry fully intends to mold Amelia in this upcoming session into HIS Potter Witch. As such, he’s cataloging every inch of her flesh, analyzing her form and making decisions right there in his mind on what he’ll keep and what he’ll change.
Of course, neither of the two women realize this. They think he’s just enjoying the view of their naked flesh, and moan as they show off and pose for him. Of course, the more he stares at Amelia, the more desperate Susan gets, until she’s all but trying to insert herself into his field of view. Finally, Harry looks Susan’s way, pinning her in place with a stare.
“Today will mostly be about your aunt, Susan. You will be taking a back seat this time. Do not fret however… I shall get to you eventually.”
Susan opens her mouth… and then closes it and bows her head submissively, her bountiful breasts bouncing in the meantime.
“Y-Yes my Lord…”
Nodding sharply at her obedience, even as Amelia gives her niece an approving smile, Harry finally approaches. His young hands reach out and grasp Amelia by her tits, pulling down on them until she drops to her knees before him with a gasp. One of the most powerful people in the Ministry of Magic, submitting to him at his whim. It’s a… heady feeling, to say the least.
Molesting her, groping her tits as Amelia moans and pushes her chest out into his hands, Harry hums for a moment… then grunts.
“Lay back. Ankles behind your head.”
He lets go of her breasts and watches as the Director quickly obeys. Contorting herself on his orders, she pulls her legs up and slides them back behind her shoulders, locking her ankles behind her head. She folds herself up like a pretzel for him at a moment’s notice, laying there on the ground like one of those muggle sex dolls.
But then, in a way… Potter Witches were somewhat akin to sex dolls. Completely subservient. Wholly malleable. Utterly at the mercy of their Potter Master. They were also so much more, however. Grunting, Harry steps forward, kneeling down, and slaps his massive cock against Amelia’s sopping wet slit a few times.
The Director of the DMLE moans as he toys with her, rubbing his shaft up and down her pussy lips before finally, at long last, pushing into her cunt properly. A squeal leaves Amelia’s mouth when he does so, her eyes widening as he fills her to the brim with his man meat.
“Yesss… so good, Lord Potter! Your big fat cock feels soooo good~”
Of course it does. She’s not had any Potter dick since his father passed. A dry spell very nearly the length of Harry’s time on this world… he wouldn’t wish that on anyone. He should have fucked her back during their first meeting, but he’d held off. Why? Now that he was buried balls deep inside of the Director, Harry honestly couldn’t tell you why. All he knew was that he’d been missing out, that much was for sure.
With a lustful growl, Harry begins to pound into Amelia’s tight cunt, even as it clenches rhythmically along his cock. At the same time, his hands come up and grab at her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh. He can feel it… every inch of her body, permeated with Potter Magic. She’s been sculpted, that is undeniable. But not by him. Not until now.
“Tell me about the others, Amelia. Tell me about the Potter Witches you claim are… awakening out in the broader Magical World.”
Groaning and moaning up a storm, the DMLE Director nevertheless finds her wits with remarkable speed.
“O-Of course, my Lord…”
As she begins speaking, Harry listens. He assimilates the information that she gives him about Potter Witch after Potter Witch. Not all of them will submit to his authority, necessarily. Some might have turned on their masters. Some might need to be… convinced of his authority, and of his suitability as not just Potter Heir, but Potter Lord.
But many others have just been waiting for him with bated breath, just as Amelia has. Many have happily repledged their loyalty to the Potter Family, through Amelia. And that… that deserves this ‘reward’ Harry has already decided he’s giving her.
As he fucks her and Amelia details all she’s been doing to help his cause, Harry also begins reworking the beautiful older witch’s body. Don’t get him wrong… his father did good work. But Amelia cannot truly be Harry’s until he’s shaped her more to his liking. That said, he and his father have undeniably similar tastes. It’s less of a complete remaking and more of a… reworking. If he’d wanted to TRULY remake her, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her and interrogate her at the same time.
Instead, it’s the little things. Things like tweaking her facial structure in tiny ways that Harry finds more appealing. Things like making her nipples a quarter of an inch longer so that when they’re rock hard, he has more to tug on with his teeth as he drags her soft, pillowy mammaries out from her body with his mouth. It’s things like those and a dozen other minor changes.
Of course, it still takes time. There’s no denying the effort and concentration that Harry requires in order to not only fuck Amelia silly, but also assimilate all of the information she has for him while modifying her ‘Potter form’ to suit his tastes rather than his father’s.
All the while, Susan is off to the side, forced to watch and do nothing but touch herself as she waits for whatever her turn will entail. The younger witch is smart enough to know that she’s not entitled to anything. Which is good, because Harry won’t be fucking her today. Today is entirely about her aunt. In that regard, Susan is an afterthought… a fluffer, if you will.
With a grunt, Harry cums inside of Amelia at long last. Her eyes widen as he fills her womb with his seed, but Harry just chuckles and shakes his head.
“Don’t get too excited, Amelia. This load will be going towards helping along the changes I just made. Rest for a moment. Relax and I’ll be back with you shortly.”
“… Yes, my Lord.”
Pulling out of the beautiful older Bones Witch, Harry admires what he’s wrought of her body for just a moment before turning to Susan. The red head has dropped to her knees already, which means that all she has to do is drop further forward onto her hands and she’s brought herself to mouth-level with his crotch. Taking her red locks in his hands, Harry nods to her as he slides right into her gaping maw.
“Good girl.”
Knowing her place, the Hufflepuff Witch begins to suck his dick clean of his and her aunt’s juices. At the same time… Harry starts in on Susan as well. He’s not giving her everything just yet. Actually, it’s more like he’s taking things away for now. Cleaning up the after effects of her half a dozen overdoses, and stripping away the temporary effects that Susan has gotten from her cosmetics and made semi-permanent with her obsessive overuse of the watered down Potter Magics.
By the time he’s done, everything that has made Susan Bones the talk of many a wizard at Hogwarts… has disappeared. As Harry pulls back from her mouth, his cock rock hard but cleaned and spit-polished by her saliva, Susan looks down at herself… and lets out a disappointed noise from the back of her throat. She looks decidedly average right now in almost every respect. Her breasts have even shrunk down.
But then to be fair, they’d needed to shrink. They’d gotten so big they’d begun to droop. Their sag would have only grown worse and worse too the more Susan overdosed on the cosmetics. Now? Now Harry has fixed that. Reaching out, he caresses the Hufflepuff Witch’s cheek.
“Not to worry, Susan. No more cosmetics. No more potions, no more spells. Prove that you can stay away from all of it… and when the year ends, I will accept your Oath and you will get the real thing.”
Susan’s eyes widen at the offer. It’s the carrot and the stick approach. If she can handle herself for the rest of the year, she’ll get what her aunt has been promising her all her life. Of course, Harry is making sure she has all the tools necessary to succeed. Not only has he cleaned up her body, he’s also removed the addictions. On top of that, he’s left her with a small gift that will hopefully keep her from going overboard again. Namely, her breasts will now naturally grow to a large size over the next few months, giving her what she always wanted.
… Maybe he’s being a little soft, but to be fair, at least part of Susan’s hang-ups are Amelia’s fault, and Amelia only gave her poor niece a complex out of devotion and loyalty to Harry’s family in the first place. So while he knows he’s not actually responsible, that doesn’t change the fact that he at least feels a little responsible.
Leaving Susan with her thoughts and her new directive, Harry returns to Amelia and thrusts right back into the DMLE Director without so much as a ‘by your leave’. But then… she’s a Potter Witch. She’s essentially his to do with as he pleases. Filling her with his cock once more, Harry returns to fucking her. Now that her body has absorbed his first load, it’s finishing up the changes. All that’s left is to make sure his version of her Potter Form properly ‘sets’ so to speak. One final load of his magically charged cum should do it.
There’s no talking this time around. Only Amelia’s moans and cries of ecstasy as he fucks her through orgasm after orgasm. Perhaps it was cheating, but this is one way in which he differs from his father. He’s made her more sensitive to his touch, keying her sensitivity and the pleasure she’s experiencing directly to his magic. Any other man and it would just be normal sex, but with him specifically, it’s the best sex Amelia has ever had and will ever have.
Her eyes roll back in her head, her tongue sticking straight out of her mouth, and so Harry leans forward and claims it. Holding her down with his hands on her breasts and his lips on her mouth, the young wizard fucks the Director of the DMLE right there on the floor of the classroom, pounding into her pussy vigorously and without pause. He doesn’t let up, not even for a second, enjoying the feel of her reshaped insides that have now been sculpted to exactly fit HIS cock instead of his father’s.
He'll have to do this with all of the old Potter Witches eventually, and it’s something of a daunting thought for him to handle. But for now, Harry focuses on what’s right in front of him, making Amelia his woman for real this time, fucking her and kissing her and all around claiming her as his own. With the changes he’s made to her body, there’s no denying that she’s his creation now, through and through…
With a final groan, he releases inside of her again. This time around, his seed is not altered to be absorbed up into her body. Instead, his jizz will remain in her womb, making sure that her new sculpting ‘sets’ properly. Potter Magic at its finest, and Harry has to admit… Amelia might be some of his best work yet.
Which is something he has to contend with, because she’s also a derivative work. His best work being based on his father’s… it’s not that big of a deal maybe, but Harry knows he wants to eventually surpass this. It’s not enough to live up to his family’s legacy. He wants more than that.
Keeping that in mind, Harry pulls out of Amelia and with a rush of magic, clears her mind and reinvigorates her. She gasps, coming up off the floor as though a shot of adrenaline has been delivered right to her veins. Quickly, she gets on her hands and knees and takes his cock in her mouth just as her niece did, with Harry’s eyes twinkling as he watches her in silence for just a moment. When the Director is sure she’s properly cleaned his cock up, she pulls back and licks her lips.
“What else would you have of me, my Lord?”
He’s glad she asked.
“Your presence here at Hogwarts will likely be a source of suspicion for Dumbledore. There’s no helping that at this point… so I might as well make use of you. I need time to handle a project of mine that I’ve been putting off, so I want you to go ahead and force Dumbledore to call an all hands Staff Meeting and distract the faculty for the next few hours. Is that within your power?”
Amelia’s eyes widen, and she quickly nods.
“Y-Yes! Of course, my Lord. Consider it done!”
“Good. I’ll hold you to that.”
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Half an hour later, Harry finally stands in front of his sleeping pet troll. The cave troll has been in a coma ever since it attacked on Halloween Night. Harry doesn’t have any intention of waking it up, but Potter magic, for all its power, isn’t necromancy. In fact, it’s almost the exact opposite. Potter Magic loves living things. It flourishes when it has a living, breathing canvas to work off of. Sure, they might have gotten their start in inorganics like clay, but ultimately working with something alive was far more exciting, far more… interesting.
So yes, the troll still lives. However, finding a time to actually work with it has been… difficult for Harry. Until now, with Amelia as a distraction, he shouldn’t be interrupted. Some spells set up around the room will also keep people away. Someone like Filch won’t even be able to see the room, for instance. Why the Headmaster insisted on having a nonmagical person working in a school filled with magic, Harry would never understand. Especially when lots of magic was quite literally geared towards taking advantage of nonmagical people.
Regardless of Filch’s squib status, the important thing was the Hogwarts Caretaker would not be an issue. And with the rest of the faculty caught up in the DMLE probe, Harry was confident he would have the time needed to finally get something done. There were three things Harry wanted from the magical creature. Stepping forward, putting his hands on its craggy form, he sets out to get them.
First things first, he wanted the troll’s regenerative properties more than anything. The ability to regrow appendages naturally was… too fucking good to possibly pass up. Even if it was merely just fingers and toes, that was pretty awesome. Sure, magic could do the same thing technically, but magic could also prevent limbs from being regrown via curses and what not.
That was where the second thing Harry wanted came in. He wanted the troll’s durability and innate magical resistance. Seeing as both things were attached to the creature’s physiology and hide, they were effectively the same bonus. He wanted to be able to take a spell straight to the face and just shrug it off. He wanted to be able to laugh in the face of a bombarda, to scoff at a cutting curse.
It wouldn’t save him from an Avada Kedavra of course, but then not much did. When it came to the Killing Curse, you either dodged or you blocked it with a physical object. Those were its two counters and not even having a troll’s hide would be enough to stop that. Hell, not even dragon scales, which were even MORE magically resistant than troll hide, could possibly block it.
Third and perhaps least importantly… Harry wanted the troll’s strength. Their immense physical strength was admittedly of less interest to him than say, their regeneration or their innate toughness and magical resistance. He was a wizard after all… no, more than that, he was a Potter. They weren’t known for getting into physical fisticuffs all that often. Not only had most learned not to every let a Potter touch you directly with their bare hands unless you wanted to be completely at their mercy, but also… magic was just so much more useful than punching someone in the face.
And yet… the latter had its place as well. And Harry had to admit, the thought of being able to crush stone with his bare hands was an appealing one.
There was just one problem concerning all of these things that Harry wanted. One minor roadblock keeping him from just… incorporating them all into his being right then and there.
He could not allow anything that would be visible to the outside observer. Not only would he be immediately questioned if he suddenly looked like a fucking cave troll, but he would also destroy any credibility among the Wizarding World if they thought he was in any way partially a magical creature. Never mind the Potter’s reputation, never mind their fortune and influence. If Harry was caught looking like a troll, he would be forced to hide himself away from the public for the rest of his life, thoroughly limiting and curtailing his ability to exert his influence upon the world around him.
That couldn’t be allowed to happen. And so Harry had to find a way to incorporate a troll’s regeneration, a troll’s magical resistance, and a troll’s physical strength… all without ending up looking like a fucking troll in the process.
Not an easy task by any stretch of the imagination, which was why he’d needed an uninterrupted stretch of time alone with the cave troll in the first place. And yet… Harry is a genius. He’s a prodigy. He’s been trained in the Potter Magics since before he could even properly talk. He is the Potter Lord, the last scion of a once great House. The future of his family rests with him… so of course, he makes it work.
In the end, the solution is rather simple and ultimately he takes a page out of what he just did to Susan Bones to make it happen. By stimulating her chest, he had made it so she would grow into that massive size she wanted naturally. And seeing as Harry was still quite young… he too had a lot of growing to do still.
It would take place over the next several years, the changes he was making to his body. He might also have to go back and do some more to make sure it all turned out okay, but so far his forecasts all said everything would be just fine. Basically, as time went on and his body grew, he would gain more and more of the traits he so desperately desired from the cave troll. He would heal faster, he would grow stronger, and he would become more and more resistant to magic.
And best of all, he would continue looking like a normal human boy. So long as he kept an eye on things, so long as he used his family’s magic to continue making the necessary tweaks, everything would be just fine.
Honestly, he was so pleased with his success that he wondered if he should set about seeking out other sources of power for himself. It was one thing to modify his witches, to turn them into their ideal forms for his use. But to modify himself… that wasn’t a field that was nearly as thoroughly explored by his predecessors. There was always some self-modification of course, but nothing to the extent of what Harry had done and was considering doing in the future.
More than that… he could likely give his witches these benefits as well, albeit to a lesser extent since they were all already mostly matured. Even still, it would be worth it to protect them a bit more.
Looking down at his ‘pet’, Harry smiles grimly as he touches the cave troll and kills it in an instant. Then, he begins cleaning up after himself. He no longer needs the living creature. Everything he needed from it… now resides within him. Moreover, the troll represented a potential for discovery that Harry could not abide.
He wasn’t ready to be uncovered just yet. No, he was just getting started. One day, he knew he would either be confronted by his enemies or be forced to confront them in turn. But that day was not yet today…