By Lord Wrackspurt

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INTRODUCTION: A young British wizard named Harry Potter comes of age in a time of brutal war between rival magical factions vying for power. Harry learns that he is the chosen one, that only he can prevent the victory of evil and a curtain of dark magic falling across the land. But in order to save himself, his friends, and all that he values, he must first enter into the dark side of the world of magic to learn the final secrets of his past, and to fulfill his destiny.

This novel length story replaces the final book in the Harry Potter series. It is best enjoyed by those who have read the books of the series, but can be followed by those who have only seen the movies. This story is intended for reading only by adults. It contains depictions of torture, including genital abuse, castration and emasculation; rape; sexual assault; explicit sexual content including straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual, fantasy interspecies, & polyamorous sexual relationships; often with characters who are under 21, but above the UK age of consent (16).

This story is a work of fan-fiction based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter 1: The Seed is Sown

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Godric’s Hollow, Cumbria, England

October 31st, 1979

The All Hallow’s Eve celebrations were in full swing as the clock began to near Midnight, the Witching Hour. The wizard named James Potter stood on the balcony of his private top floor flat looking out over the thronging crowds of witches and wizards enjoying themselves below. Many times in the past it had been him down there amongst the mob. Usually by this time of night back in the old days he’d already be totally shitfaced drunk along with his old school chums, and best mates, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

They had called themselves the Marauders back then, and they had well lived up to the name. They’d all go off together, drink themselves into a stupor, Sirius would find girls for them, they’d get laid, and wake up mid afternoon in some shithole of a hotel room wondering how they got there. All except the fourth Marauder, poor little Peter Pettigrew, who was actually more of a pathetic hanger-on than a real Marauder. James and the others mostly kept Peter around for comic relief.

Sirius and Remus were still out there tonight enjoying the party. James knew that Sirius would show up for work sometime late tomorrow looking like he’d spent the night being arse raped by a herd of centaurs. James would get him sobered up and send him to St. Mungo’s hospital for an exam to see if he’d picked up any venereal diseases tonight. Remus, who was a werewolf during full moons, at least managed to lose any new strains of infection after one full transformation. That Lycanthropy was an excellent cure for the clap was probably the only good thing that could be said about it though.

Today had been a busy day for James; he had concluded negotiations through his contacts in Gringott’s Bank to purchase a proper home in the country for Lily, his wife, and himself to live. Godric’s Hollow had become too bloody loud and raucous. The small town atmosphere it once had was long since gone; everything was about money these days, but James was the last one who could complain about that. Still, it was no place to live, especially for a family. He still maintained his family’s old muggle style frame house on the outskirts of town, but it was no longer a proper place for them to live either. He kept it now mostly as a blind, a place where most of their friends thought they still lived. Only a very trusted few knew the truth about the secret life that he and Lily led.

The new place was a new luxury villa well outside the usual tourist haunts of the Hollow, but with all the magical amenities. The cost wasn’t cheap, but Gringott’s, the bank run by goblins and used by all English wizards, knew he was good for it. His business featured a premium product line that no other entrepreneur could match, and the damned goblins were eager to have the Potters in their debt, literally and figuratively. They were usually the first ones wanting to make use of his facilities, and not embarrassed to point out the many favors they had extended to him when asking for a special reduced admission price for the premium services.

The business had been built up from nothing, and with the hiring of a new operations manager to replace Sirius, things had taken an immediate upturn. Sirius didn’t have the professional knowledge to run a real business, plus he was too personally fond of having a good time to place in a position of responsibility. Sirius was now promoted to an ‘executive’ position where he couldn’t fuck things up.

Now the money was pouring in, and he and Lily could relax a bit and begin to enjoy the type of wealthy entrepreneur lifestyle they had really wanted. He hadn’t started life wealthy, but he couldn’t complain. He had been very fortunate in the turn of events. Very few people, muggle or magi, could claim to have literally stumbled into a situation where they could become very wealthy without having to do any real labor. James Potter still didn’t understand how he had been chosen by fate to have this good fortune. Even his old friend, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, couldn’t explain it to him, although James felt that Dumbledore was holding back on him. That old bastard always knew more than he told, and was always running some kind of game behind the scenes. Things were never what they seemed with Dumbledore.

Financial wealth had not been the only benefit to come with his exceptional good fortune. There was Lily. Lily Evans had always been aloof in his presence during their school days at Hogwarts; she was always considered a very powerful and talented witch by her professors. However, there was one drawback she had not been able to overcome in magical society. Lily’s parents were muggles, the wizarding name for ordinary non-magical people.

Being a muggleborn witch meant she had no family ties to open doors, and there were few friends who were in a position to help within the ‘old witch’s network.’ Indeed, many magi were quite hostile to muggleborns, holding them in low regard and referring to them by the derogative term of ‘mudblood.’ Chief among these were those magi who called themselves purebloods because they were born of a witch and wizard. Often the haughtiest of these were those purebloods from the ancient family lines of magical persons. These families were now dwindling in size and often heavily intermarried. Over the generations this process had only served to condense their power and wealth into the hands of a few who now considered themselves a sort of chosen elite among magi.

While in school, James had always felt that Lily was physically attracted to him, but was afraid to get close to a pureblood wizard. It was the purebloods who commonly teased her and played dirty tricks on her. They were the ones who openly called her a filthy mudblood in the hallways. Even those purebloods whose family had no real wealth to brag of, which definitely included the Potters, could be intimidating to muggleborns. Lily had put up a brave façade that it didn’t matter to her what the others thought of her, but it really did.

Whatever else could be said, Lily Evans was a beautiful woman when she got to her fifth year at Hogwarts. With her dark red hair and emerald green eyes, she made more than one little school boy feel a throbbing sensation in his trousers when she walked past. James had tried his best to get in her knickers for three years and got nowhere. Even Sirius, who rarely failed at getting laid, had hit on her and come away with nothing. James felt that Lily couldn’t bring herself to believe that a wizard of good family would really want more than a quick shag and then go off to laugh and brag with the boys about nailing a mudblood.

The days after school were much the same. Because of her bloodline, or lack there of, she saw less talented witches get offered high paying prestigious positions, while she was passed over. She had finally gotten a low paying job at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies, the central hospital in Britain for injured or sick magi. She had a job in the apothecary section mixing standard medicinal potions. It was a shit job and she hated it, she was depressed, and she barely talked to James and other old school friends when they would come by to see her. James knew what she wanted, she was a talented witch and she wanted to lead the life of an upper-class magus. There were only two ways to do that, connections, and money. Neither of which she had.

Neither did she fit in with the muggle world in which she had been raised. Her own sister now despised her and called her a freak, but James knew that that was just her sister’s insane jealousy of Lily being born a witch and not her. Lily Evans had been a frightened woman; frightened of poverty, frightened of being relegated to a life of useless drudgery, of forever being looked down upon by those of so called superior bloodline, and no way to escape.

Then James, with the help of his best mate Sirius Black, had made a remarkable chance discovery while exploring in the mountains beyond Hogwarts. He discovered a virtual gold mine that to his own astonishment was all his; and it was Sirius who told him how to make a fortune from it. The effect this had on Lily towards his romantic advances to her had been a complete transformation. Now James wasn’t just a poor wizard of semi-respectable family, he had money and power. James had always been a direct person, he told Lily that he wanted her, not as a mistress, but as his wife, and she would live in comfort and respect for the rest of her days if she would accept. She did.

It had taken her a while to trust him. She knew of James’ wild past, his many sexual conquests prior to bedding her. She knew that the history James had with his new operations manager was far from platonic. She also had to deal with the nature of the source of their financial security, which had taken some doing; but she rationalized it as the place where all the lovely money came from. Even though the initial motives of their marriage had started out as lust on his part and greed on hers, the two had quickly formed a true bond. James felt he had been right all along; there had been something there between them all those years ago.

Now, after several years of happy marriage, those feelings had taken their near final form, James knew that he loved this woman with all his heart. He smiled a bit to himself as he thought about his unique situation in the world that would be the envy of any man. “I can have any woman I desire, and yet I only desire one woman, my wife.”

Lily had finally lowered her defenses and had come to realize that she truly loved James Potter. She was perfectly content to be his wife, but there was one thing missing to complete the family bond. They had put it off long enough, but she had finally gotten James to commit. Their lives would start a new chapter beginning tonight.

As he stood there, James smelled her first. She only wore her own custom-made perfumes that changed fragrance with her mood. Lily always believed in trying her own products first. Lily had been a top student in school in the art of potion making, now she had setup her own laboratory in the basement and had begun working on her own line of perfumes just for witches. James’ wealth had financed her research and development, and now she planned within a year or so to have a full line of perfumes ready for sale that would revolutionize the market; a perfume that customizes its fragrance not only for every witch, but for her every mood. She knew that it would make her wealthy in her own right; she would be free from the obligations of others. It would be the true independence she had always wanted. Yet now she didn’t desire to be independent if it meant being alone. She wanted her husband in her life.

In a way, the mood perfume was a lucky break for James, most men were never sure what mood their wife was in, he always knew. All he had to do was sniff the air. James took a second whiff of the air and smiled, she was in the mood for love tonight. Her perfume carried with it the essence of her womanly lust, the pheromones it delivered to a man made him unable to avoid becoming aroused. Just smelling her that way made James start getting stiff inside his pants.

After first smelling her presence behind him, James then heard her as she crossed the tiled floor to come over to him. The familiar clip-clop sound told him that she was wearing heels. This was another good sign, she knew it turned him on to see her wearing sexy shoes. Usually Lily wore comfortable, sensible, unsexy shoes, along with faded jeans and some sort of a sleeveless top. However, when she desired to impress someone, or turn someone on, she could do it. She was just that damned naturally beautiful.

James felt her arms slide around his waist, and her chin come to rest on his shoulder as she stepped up behind him. “Darling, don’t you think it’s time to come to bed?”

“Yes, I think you’re right, dear, I do need to get some sleep.”

“I don’t recall saying anything about sleeping, darling; beds do have other uses that young virile adults such as ourselves can participate in.”

“Such as —”

“Such as sexual intercourse …you know … procreation … continuation of the species.”

“Are you saying you want me to fuck you, my dear?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, my darling.”

“I’m sorry, dear, I think I have a headache, I’m … just not in the mood tonight.”

With a speed that shouldn’t have surprised him, but always did, Lily’s hand dipped inside his trousers and gripped his swollen cock in a tight grip. “Liar,” she said harshly, “you listen to me, James Potter, you’d better get these damned trousers off, get your arse in the marriage bed, and prepare yourself to perform your husbandly duties upon me this minute, or I — shall make — you — regret it.”

James turned around slowly to face his beautiful wife. She was dressed in a gorgeous see-through black negligee of the finest silk. That and her slip on heels completed her ensemble for the night’s activities. James looked into those beautiful emerald green eyes and knew that he was one lucky man to have gained the love of this woman. He also knew what she wanted tonight, and it was more than just sexual pleasure. She wanted a baby.

They had talked about starting a family even before their marriage, but there had been other concerns. Now they had the business going well, wealth, and a luxury home to live in. James had no more excuses, he was going to have to get Lily knocked up tonight. Of course, she had already planned it out. The new business manager that James had hired was a full blood Veela named Desiree. Veelas were humanoid magical creatures of great sexual power. She could ensure their fertility from this night’s lovemaking. Lily was also an advocate of the so-called ‘old magic’ that Dumbledore was always on about. James was skeptical, but if Lily wanted him to get her pregnant on All Hallow’s Eve then he’d do it.

James picked up his wife and carried her to their bedroom, removed her negligee, and gently laid her on their bed as she kicked off her shoes. Then he slowly, sensuously, stripped himself naked. Lily watched him in growing hunger, her fingers furiously working her clitoris to arousal. Then James went to his knees at the foot of the bed and gently positioned Lily so that her pubic mound was before him. He looked into her eyes as he leaned over and planted gentle kisses on the lips of her swollen labia. She swooned in response to his touch, giving a slight moan to indicate her pleasure.

James then brought the tongue into play, lightly circling the aroused clitoris and making quick passes over the top. His hands gently cupped and caressed her full breasts. He took the hard erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gave them a firm pinch and roll making her back arch in response to his touch. In a short time Lily’s lust reached the breaking point. “Fuck me, James, — fuck me now or I swear I’ll put a hex on you. I want it in me NOW!”

James looked down at the substantially sized manly organ between his legs and saw that the old soldier was standing at full attention, and ready to do his duty for Queen and country. “Once more into the breach, dear friend,” he softly muttered while grinning at his little witticism.

Moving up to the bed, he quickly repositioned Lily and set himself in place above her. Her twat was still quite tight, but now it was so wet that James felt himself slide in to the root without much effort. Leaning over his wife, he looked into her eyes and said, “I love you, Lily Potter.”

“And I love you too, my darling,” she replied tenderly. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

James smiled and started his thrusts to bring them both to orgasm while his hands played softly over the curves of her torso and the soft mounds of her breasts. In a few minutes they were both sweating and moaning in pleasure as the moment drew near. James kept a constant vigil on his wife’s face. He wanted to time his own release to match hers, they would come together. A few minutes more and James saw that Lily was almost there, he knew the signs and Lily was about to have a big one.

As her moans and cries of pleasure reached a fever pitch James increased the tempo of his thrusts, reaching the short strokes just as he felt Lily’s passion break. As he felt her warm fluids flood across his genitals, and then seep down towards the mattress, he relaxed and felt the intense pleasure and relief of his own release occur. A second later, Lily felt the warm manly fluids of her beloved husband flood deep into her body. She could feel James’ body spasm as wave after wave of semen spurted into her.

It was done; the seed had been planted; now it had to germinate. Lily reached for her wand and with a simple flick sent a prearranged signal to the flat across the hallway that served as the living quarters of the operations manager. Desiree came into the bedroom and took Lily’s hand, and kissed James on the cheek.

“I was wondering if you were going to make it, it’s almost midnight, are we ready?”

“Yes,” said Lily, while James, still trying to catch his breath, only nodded his assent.

“Then let’s make a baby.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed beside Lily, Desiree began gently massaging Lily’s tummy, moving her hands from the vulva towards the uterus. This went on for several minutes and all the while she kept muttering strange incantations. James felt rather stupid kneeling there with his limp prick still stuck inside his wife’s twat. He thought about pulling out, but it seemed like Desiree had anticipated his thoughts.

“It’s important that you stay physically connected to her, James, you’ve passed your seed to her, but there is still more for you to do. Be patient, dear.”

Outside in the streets James could hear the crowds shouting and chanting something, they were counting down, but he couldn’t quite make it out. He then felt Desiree take one hand from Lily’s abdomen and place it upon his chest over his heart. Then she spoke into his ear, “James Potter, is it by your free will that this, your seed, your bloodline, join with this witch and produce your mortal heir?”

“Yes, it is my will.”

“Do you willingly endow this child with all your power and all your love that it may grow to be strong?”

“Yes, I do.”

Desiree then turned to look down at Lily. “Lily Evans Potter, do you willingly accept the seed of this wizard as the father of your child, and will you also endow it with all your power and all your love?”

“I do with all my heart,” Lily answered.

“Lily you as the mother must choose now and quickly, shall it be a boy or a girl?”

James looked down and saw his lovely wife open her beautiful emerald green eyes and fix them upon his face. She knew that deep down her beloved husband wanted a son, and he would have one now as her gift of love to him. Besides, they were young and healthy, there would be plenty of time for them to have daughters, as well as more sons. They both wanted a large family.

“Make it a boy,” she whispered, her eyes never wavering from those of her husband. She smiled as she saw his lips silently mutter “I love you” to her. Behind them, the couple heard the mantle clock begin to chime the hour, it was now midnight. In the streets of Godric’s Hollow the sound of cheers from the assembled crowds became deafening. The Witching Hour of All Hallows Eve had begun, the moment when the natural cycle of the old magic of the world reached its zenith. At that moment, James felt a surge of power flow from him through the points in his body where he touched Lily. He felt Lily tense as the power flowed through his body and joined with hers. There was a final flurry of incantations from Desiree then James felt a final burst of energy flow between them. He knew that something powerfully magical had just taken place, but he wasn’t exactly sure what it was.

“The charm of life is sealed, it is done,” said Desiree quietly.

“I’m pregnant?” asked Lily.

Desiree nodded. “Yes, in nine months you will bear a son, which should be right around the end of … July. Given the timing of his conception he should be quite a wizard, if the old tales are true.”

“You mean the old witch’s tales about conceiving babies on the Hallows?” asked James skeptically. “That’s just silly old stories.”

“Don’t dismiss the stories of the old magic so easily, James,” said a faintly grinning Desiree. “You felt the surge of power flow through you. You love Lily and she loves you, love is a powerful and ancient force that many otherwise knowledgeable witches and wizards underestimate, or overlook. You two have willingly imbued this child with the power of the love that you shared for each other at the moment of his conception. It will be there inside him to draw upon for the rest of his life, even when you are gone. On All Hallows, at the Witching Hour, old magic is at its most intense, so the power that you two have naturally given him will only be made more intense. So now all you have to worry about is what you’ll call him.”

“He needs to have his daddy’s name, James Potter, Jr.,” said Lily with a grin.

“Absolutely not,” said James. “I don’t want him growing up being called junior or Little James, that’s always sounded retarded to me. I know what to call him; I always thought the world of your old dad. Name him after your dad.”

“Harold!” exclaimed Lily. “Even my dad hated that name, he didn’t even use it.”

“No, we’ll use the name he did tell people to call him, we’ll name him Harry,” suggested James.

“Harry is short for Henry, not Harold, I told dad that maybe a thousand times.”

“Lily, it’s our bleeding kid, we can call him what we damned well please.”

“May I suggest a compromise?” offered Desiree. “Most children today have a middle name, how about we combine the two names to Harry James. You can call him Harry or James that way.”

James and Lily looked at Desiree, then at each other. Harry James Potter? It did seem to have a certain ring to it. James looked down at his wife, saw her smirk and incline her head a bit to indicate she could live with it. He smiled and leaned over to kiss his now pregnant wife.

“All right, Harry James Potter it is, now can I finally pull my Johnny out of your twat and go take a shower?”

Lily looked up at Desiree who was trying valiantly to suppress a laugh, and could only nod that it was all right for them to move now.

“I think we’ll join you too,” said Lily.

James was a bit taken aback and looked from her to Desiree. “WE will join you?”

“Yes,” Lily answered, while patting her tummy, “Harry Potter and I.”