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They spent the first week of the Christmas and New Year Holidays in the mountains at a ski resort. Hermione was already a decent skier, Harry and Sirius took lessons together, and soon became good enough to ski with Emma and Hermione. Harry decided skiing was the closest thing to flying a broom you could do without magic. The last day of the ski holiday arrived and at the end of a long day’s skiing they lowered themselves into the hot tub attached to their rented Ski lodge and gazed at the bright moon and stars illuminating the snow covered peaks around the resort. Harry was laid against the side of the tub, with Hermione laid on him, sitting between his legs, his arms around her waist. Emma was similarly sat with Sirius alongside them.
“I think I understand why Liz likes hot tubs now.” Hermione murmured and took a sip of the champagne she was sharing with her mother.
“Does your Brother Ski?” Emma asked Sirius.
“I have no idea. I will ask him when I see him.” Sirius pondered.
Hermione settled back onto her Harry relishing the feel of his arms around her, and absent mindedly stroked his thigh with her left hand as they talked. After a little while she became aware of the effect she was having on little Harry, and a small smirk appeared on her lips. She wriggled herself back into him and gently squirmed her hips to add to the teasing. She could also feel the effect it was having on her. Harry’s birthday could not come soon enough.
“Sirius.”
“Yes Kitten?”
“I have decided I want to go through with the ritual for the adoption.”
“Really, that’s fantastic. I talked to Cousin Andi about it, she recommends using both my blood and your mothers so you are our daughter rather than just mine magically. You might change a little bit in appearance, you will almost certainly get black hair, since both of your new parents have it, and it’s a dominant characteristic. Erm, Have you decided when you want to do it?”
“As soon as possible. Before we go back to school if we can manage it.”
“I will send Andi a message, I would like her to be available for the ritual. It’s not a dangerous or forbidden rite, but it will include some Black family magics and I would be happier if she was there to make sure everything is kushty.”
Andromeda and Sirius discussed the ritual on one of the mirrors that evening and she suggested that the best location would be the ritual room at their grandfather’s manor house. It still stood in stasis and empty, and was home to the family magic, it would welcome Hermione to the family.
The following day four of them used an international portkey back to England and then popped back to Grimmauld place for the night.
The following morning after breakfast they used the floo to access the old Manor. It was clean and in good repair, but cold and lifeless. They walked into the main entrance hall, three stories high, white marble encasing the first level with black columns along the edges and a large family crest in the floor. A grand staircase with a minstrels Gallery dominated one end, large double doors, in black at the other. A Glass pergola crowned the room. Large doors sat either side to enter the ground floor, Sirius walked to one and opened it ushering them through into the corridor beyond.
He led them down the corridor, and through another door into an old passageway, down some more stairs to a room of distinctly Roman appearance. The ceiling held up by fluted columns arranged in pairs and at the end a raised area of floor two steps above the rest, with a ritual circle marked out in the jet black and polished slab that was the platform. The runes carved into the stone around the circle looked to be coloured with gold leaf. The centre of the circle contained a white fur animal skin folded on the floor.
“Welcome, you remembered the way then Siri?” Andromeda’s voice came from one side. She walked into view, accompanied by Narcissa. Hermione looked around, fearful that Draco would be in attendance as well.
Narcissa replied, her voice lacking it’s usual haughty refrain, “My son is not here, I understand he still has some work to do in rebuilding a relationship with the Black Family. He is a Malfoy, but I am a Black, and I wished to be here to welcome my new niece into the family. I would thank you for allowing Draco to regain his legacy, our sister would have demanded his head for the foolishness he displayed. He has too much of his father in him, he may become a better man, time will tell.” She stopped in front of Hermione and curtseyed, “Heiress Black, may I formally extend my welcome to the family. The Family magic will embrace you, as do I.” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Hermione. “Welcome Hermione, welcome to the family.” She stepped back, Andromeda was carrying a small tray covered with a white cloth.
She stepped forward. “Is Regulus expected?” Andromeda asked.
“Here, had to portal straight in this morning, but we wouldn’t miss our girl joining the family proper for anything.” As he spoke Liz and Reg walked to stand alongside Emma and Sirius.
“Good, shall we start.” The assembled party nodded and murmured agreement, “Well. Time to get naked then.”
She looked around the group for a few moments before her and Narcissa burst into laughter. “Almost had you going there. Emma. I need three drops of your blood please.” She positioned the tray in front of Emma and took the cloth from the tray and laid it over her left forearm. The tray hovered in place, “If you can give me your thumb, she used a small athame to cut her thumb and squeezed three drops of blood into a small container holding a clear liquid. The liquid turned a bright blue colour.
She healed the cut and cleaned the blade with her wand. “Sirius, The same please.” She repeated the procedure, and the liquid turned a deep red. “Thank you, I will make the final preparations to the potion, Hermione please follow Narcissa, you do need to change, not naked, but a simple gown is best.” The two walked away between the columns to a side room lined with coat hooks and benches, it reminded Hermione of her very brief spell in the church choir, and the changing room there. A highly intelligent and enquiring mind is not welcomed in a religious theocracy, and Hermione had decided Darwin was a better reality than an all-seeing deity. She was mildly amused to think here she was taking part in essentially a pagan religious rite.
Narcissa turned to her, “It would be best if you wear only the gown, I don’t wish to embarrass, but you should really be naked, but a simple gown should be fine. I need to paint some runes on your back and chest, are you OK with me doing this? I understand if you would prefer Andi to do it.”
Hermione looked Narcissa in the eye for a moment, “I am, I do not think you intend me any ill will. It was never my intent to replace Draco as Heir, neither Harry nor I care about wealth for it’s own sake. I think the actual heir will be Regulus’s first child when he or she makes an appearance. Harry has the Potter inheritance, and we shall marry, I do not need the Black coffers.” She started to undress and hang her clothes on the pegs provided.
“Draco lost his position on his own. Lucius was a fool, his arrogance caused our grandfather to name Sirius heir rather than Draco, frankly if he had access to the Black family vaults he would have burned through it. I thought Lucuis Malfoy was a fine pureblood wizard when I was betrothed to him at sixteen. Within a year I was married and pregnant. From that moment the truth was there for me to see. A Vain, bigoted, narcissist, and given my name I do not say that lightly. Once I was carrying his heir, his interest in me disappeared, his favourite bed partners were muggle rent boys.”
She sighed, “With a little assistance from Andromeda I convinced him that I could not have another child, so he never visited my bed again. Small mercy. The magical world does not really approve of divorce, as you are very aware it is at least one hundred years behind the muggle world in the rights and expectations of it’s population. Your mother freeing herself of her old husband would not have been possible if the magical laws had been used. We ladies are treated as chattles, and many of the law makers are pureblood males, so they aim to keep it that way.”
She motioned Hermione to a stool to sit, she was dressed in just her knickers one arm folded across her breasts. “I need to paint a few runes on your back, then three on your chest, one over your heart. It might be a bit cold, sorry.” Hermione jumped a little as the brush touched her skin. “You have really beautiful skin my dear. Such a lovely colour, I have seen ladies spend an eternity in the sun attempting to look like this. I am not surprised Harry is so taken with you, you are a truly beautiful person, inside and out. I honestly think half of Draco’s issue was that he was strongly attracted to you, and his father’s indoctrination meant he was internally conflicted about having feelings for the enemy. Silly little boy. He used to be a bright, charming and funny young man. Then he was taught he was superior.”
She stopped painting, “All done on the back, swivel around and we can paint the front.” She painted the first symbol over her heart, “Did you really punch him to the ground the day you rescued Sirius?” Hermione looked into her eyes, but saw no malice, “He called me a filthy mudblood slut or something, I was really stressed that they were going to slaughter that innocent Hippogriff, entirely Draco’s fault, and I smacked him in the mouth. I actually broke my hand as well as his nose. It turns out Harry is really good at fixing bones.”
Narcissa sat back on her stool and placed the brush on the tray. “All done, just give them a second to dry. Punching him was brilliant. You burst a lot more than his top lip. I managed to sit him down a few weeks later, and ask him how in his world view an inferior person, a muggleborn, a girl, had vanquished him totally, without magic. He didn’t know what to say. I asked him if you were pretty, he tried to sneer, but he was flushed, I knew then he didn’t deserve to be the heir. It is yours by right of conquest. If he ever speaks out of line to you, slap his face hard enough to make his grandchildren behave. He is my son, I bore him, this is the only reason I continue to have him in my life. He will learn to be a better man, or I may have to disown him as well.”
Narcissa stood and took the gown from its hook and helped Hermione to don it, pulling her hair through the neck and tugging the loose fitting garment over her body. “Knickers off dear, and it’s not even your wedding night yet,” she smiled and winked, “do you have any Potter House Jewellery on? The enchantments will fight the ritual, the family magics will oppose each other.” Hermione dropped her knickers on the pile of clothes.
“I have a betrothal ring, and a bracelet Regulus gave me last year when Harry started in that stupid Cup competition,” Narcissa pulled a small bag out of a pocket, “pop them in here until the ritual is complete. I will put them with your wand.” The two ladies walked back into the temple space.
“All set?” Andromeda asked. Hermione nodded. “Right then Hermione, please come and sit in the circle, use the fur to make it a little more comfortable, you will sleep for a day or so once the ritual is over, but we will get one of the elves to pop you back to your bed.” Hermione sat herself cross legged on the fur and tugged the gown over her knees. Andromeda passed her a small goblet containing the potion. “Just hold this until we finish the incantation, then I will give you the nod and please drink it as quickly as possible. It should taste nice, I hope so anyway.”
Andi ushered Her mother to one of the pentangle points at her shoulder, Sirius to the opposite side, with Regulus behind her and the last two being Narcissa and Andromeda facing her. They all had a piece of parchment and Narcissa started the incantation, Hermione did not recognise the language, it sounded old and fluid, Gaelic perhaps? One by one they all joined in chanting the same lines over until Andromeda started her chant as all five now chanted together, as she finished and was about to restart the incantation she nodded to Hermione who exhaled and took a deep drink of the potion, it tasted of fresh apples and lemons and she found she finished it before the chant was complete. She placed the goblet on the floor and closed her eyes. She could feel the heat, no the magic, warming the runes painted on her skin, opening her eyes partially the ritual circle was glowing yellow and pulsing in time with the chanting. She closed her eyes and darkness took her.
She dreamt.
The battle was lost. Piled around her were the long spears and circular shields of the Hoplites, their helmets stacked as a record of the dead. She was kneeling, her hands were tied behind her back and her staff had been broken. Her clothes had been ripped from her body, and she had stood defiantly and stared at the soldiers as they stripped her, she would not cry out. She knew her fate and she would pick her moment and her death would avenge her sisters. Before the first soldier could rape her, a man had intervened. The man standing in front of her, the battle mage of the victorious army, he regarded her, she could feel his magic examining her, measuring her. He dropped to his knees and took her jaw in his hand, looking her in the eye he said, “Join me as an equal. You fought well and with honour. Your menfolk let you down. Join me, our descendants will be mighty, our family blood will course through history.” She looked at his magic, it’s colours, it’s intent. She saw no darkness, no stain of necromancy, no hint of dark rites. She stared into his gaze for a long moment, his steel grey eyes framed under brooding black brows. His hair long for a Roman, thick and black like her own. She thought of her options, rape and death, or life, and hope and family with this powerful mage, before giving a curt nod of agreement. He released her. She spoke, “Your magic is without taint, it is pure, our magics will join and must be kept pure, I give you my oath on my magic, I will join with you willingly. Betray this oath of purity and our family will be cursed until they return to the path of the pure.”
The image faded and a new one took it’s place. She stood on a hill overlooking the junction of three valleys, she could feel the ley lines under her, this was a strong place to build a home. She was pregnant with a daughter, the father was away doing battle conquering these heathen northerners. She looked around the hill, to the encampment of their family guard. Oath sworn soldiers, and camp followers, this is where they would build. There was nothing to return to Rome for.
The scene shifted, the Villa was partially complete, her husband and their allies were enroute to join with them, but a force of the local warlords led by a dark druid sought to take the temple site. She looked across to her hand maiden who held her daughter in her arms, her cat green eyes and red hair marked her unique amongst her court. She would give her life to protect the child she was cradling in her arms, the heir. Her own round belly showing she was close herself. The Captain of her personal guard lifted the girl and child onto his horse, he was Mongolian, and no better horsemen existed, his unruly mop of jet black hair ruffled in the wind. His child grew in the belly of the girl. He would fight to his last for them both. He jumped up behind the girl and with a nod to her he turned the horse and galloped off to meet the approaching allies. She would hold the Temple. This was where her family would have its roots. If she died here, her sacrifice would power its wards for all eternity.
The scene Shifted again, the Villa was complete and resplendent, the sun was high in the sky and she was marrying the son of the couple that had carried her to safety as her mother had sacrificed her life and magic to protect the Temple in which she stood. She looked at his unkept black hair, and deep green almond shaped eyes, they clasped their hands and speaking together, “I give my life and soul to you, in this life and whatever follows. Always pure of Heart.” Magic flared around them and she knew he loved her, and his soul would seek hers out through all eternity.
Harry had been sent out of the Temple with Elizabeth as soon as Hermione had appeared in the ritual gown, only Black Family members allowed. He had blown her a kiss and told her he loved he and they had walked back to the main hall. “This place is massive, why did Sirius stay in Grimmauld place, surely this would have been nicer?” He commented as they entered the main hall.
“Regulus said it has taken the House Elves here almost a year to clear all the curses and dark family magics left by some of Sirius’s ancestors. It has been extensively refurbished, it was trapped in a time warp, so many blood wards and curses. Look at the moto, “Toujours Pur” Always pure, the family took that to mean pureblood dogma was the only course to follow. I think it just meant the same as “With Honour” or something similar originally. Something like an oath to use magic for good, and not to become the bad guys. A few generations of cousins marrying each other and you got Bellatrix. Scary powerful, but mentally unstable, Riddles pet soldier. Then Andromeda married a mundane borne and bingo, you get Nymphadora. Probably the most capable metamorphmagious in Europe, possibly in the world today. Regulus and I are going to try for a family this year, so I hope we can add someone healthy to the family.”
“I am sure you will have a happy, healthy child, beautiful and smart, just like her mum.”
“Is that a prediction Harry, a girl?”
Harry stopped in his tracks, his mouth agape. “I don’t know, I just saw a bunch of images of you with a little red headed girl with a mass of copper-coloured curls and a fierce intelligence shining out of her eyes.”
“Well, if I get pregnant, and if I have a girl, you will have to be a godparent. You have a bit of experience with intelligent women now.” She laughed at Harry’s face and slapped him playfully on the arm. “Come on, let’s floo back to Grimmauld place, they are going to send Hermione back via Winky as soon as the ritual settles, and let her sleep in her room there, you might as well wait there for her to arrive as pace up and down here like a father to be in a maternity suite waiting room.”
They returned to the house and settled in one of the day rooms with a cup of tea for Harry and Coffee for Liz awaiting the rest of the party to return. Harry was only about half way through his mug of tea when Dobby appeared in the room. “Master Harry sir, Mistress Herminny is in her room if you wish to see her.” Dobby held out his hand and standing Harry grabbed it and was popped into their bedroom.
The rest of the party arrived via the floo a few minutes later, and likewise settled down with drinks.
Harry looked at his love curled asleep in her bed her clothes in a pile on a chair, and her wand on her bedside table. He reached over and stroked her hair from her face and placing his tea mug on the other bedside table leaned over her and kissed her cheek. He settled into a chair and watched. He lasted about an hour before he fell asleep and on waking with a stiff neck and no sign of change in Hermione’s condition, he used the bathroom attached to the suite and undressing climbed into bed alongside her and slipped his arm around her waist and slipped into sleep listening to her breathing and occasional murmur as she rested.
Harry woke. His bladder demanded his urgent attention, and he was thirsty. He jumped out of the bed and into the bathroom. He decided to take a shower whilst he was there and when he walked back into the bedroom, he looked across at Hermione, still sleeping in the bed. She had changed a little, in the half light of the bedroom her face was a little more rounded, her hair looked darker. He wasn’t sure, it was still definitely Hermione and he still felt a warm glow as he looked at her sleeping peacefully in the bed. His stomach grumbled and he decided to go sort some breakfast for himself and come back afterwards, she was settled, he didn’t feel worried. Dobby had coffee and toast on the table as he entered the room, it was only seven am UK time, and that made it the middle of the night in America so no-one would be in a rush, they hoped to return to America later today or tomorrow, so they did not want to change their sleep patterns. Harry drank a couple of cups of coffee and had a few slices of toast and marmalade, before heading back up to the suite he shared with Hermione. As he opened the door she stirred and rolled to face him, sitting up in the bed.
“Harry?” she asked, her voice was a little deeper, her smile was still the same.
“Yes, do you want me to get you anything?” He asked, not sure if he should call for an elf or Andi?
“Come here and kiss me, you daft prat.” She lifted her arms out in a welcome, he sat onto the bed next to her and they embraced, and then kissed. “Mmmm, you taste of marmalade.” She kissed him again. “I need a shower I think, and some food.” She kissed him, “and I need my boyfriend. I want you. If you still want me?” She kissed him again.
“I love you Hermione. I always have, and I always will. In this life and whatever follows.” Her heart spiked at the words.
“Perfect answer. Go sort me some breakfast, I need a bit of bathroom time, I need to see what’s changed,” she looked down, “my boobs are bigger, they weigh a ton.” She jiggled her chest and giggled. “I always envied mum, not so sure now.” She smiled and he felt his heart lift a little, “Get out of here, I am offending myself with the smell. I need a shower.” Harry stole a last kiss and left the room to go organise some breakfast.
Hermione climbed out of the bed and entered the bathroom, still steamy from Harry’s shower, she set the shower running and used the toilet, washing her hands and face in the sink. She took a long look into the mirror. She breathed a sigh of relief, she still had the same skin colour, and her face was almost unchanged, a tiny bit fuller, her lips a little plumper, perhaps? Her hair was now jet black, and hanging in ringlets instead of the mad frizz she was used to. Her eyes were still the same colour, she had worried about waking up with grey eyes like Sirius and didn’t think it would be a good look. She giggled to herself, worrying about her eye colour, when had she started to worry about her looks? Steadying herself mentally, she bent over and pulled the gown over her head and into the laundry basket in one move and stood for a few seconds with her eyes closed and then looked.
The girl, no, the woman looking back at her was a bit of a shock. She had boobs. Hermione had been perfectly happy with her appearance, she was athletic and trim, her bust had been modest, but firm and proportionate, she had always considered her legs as the best part of her figure, slim and shapely. She knew Harry loved to stare at her bum, she could feel his arousal over their bond some days following her through school in figure hugging clothing. Her new body had curves. She had gone up at least one cup size, her hips were wider and her legs had more muscle. They were bigger but still shapely. She liked her old legs. She turned trying to look at her bum, but gave it up, she could do a Harry test, some leggings and some stairs would be a better test. She giggled at the thought, “Why am I giggling so much?” this set her off and she stepped into the shower and enjoyed the sensation of the warm water cascading over her unfamiliar new body. As she washed herself, she realised a few places were a lot more sensitive than they had been. This fuelled a desire that had been growing for the last few weeks into a fire. Harry was going to get lucky.
Drying herself she donned a bathrobe and wrapped her hair in a towel turban and padded back into the bedroom. She could smell the coffee and the food. Unfortunately, it was Andromeda waiting and not Harry. She felt the loss in the pit of her belly. “Sorry kitten. I sent lover boy back to the kitchen. I need to check you over first and we need a little girl talk before you two go any further. Come over here I need to scan you.” She had her wand out and a piece of parchment and a self writing quill floating in the air. She made various wand movements and consulted the bubbles appearing and the parchment, “Sorry kitten, I need to look, can you get undressed for me.” Hermione was munching a piece of toast, she shrugged and holding the toast in her teeth she undid the robe and tossed it on the bed, and then unwound the towel before turning to face Andi, grinning from ear to ear. Andi’s face was a picture, her surprise written across her face, “Hermione, kitten. You look, just. You look just like Bella did at your age. Before she went mad, when she was still a bright beautiful star.” Tears flowed down Andi’s face. And she hugged Hermione. “I am sorry, this is not professional. You were a gorgeous young woman, and you still are. It just caught me by surprise, you look just like my older sister did. You are definitely part of the Black family. She stepped back and did some wand movements across the top of Hermione’s hips. “I am pretty sure that you are going to drag Harry into your bed and become a couple in the truest sense of the word when I leave. I will cast a contraceptive charm on you, but I want you to also cast it on Harry, and take a double potion shot. The Family magic is still active in you, it will be acting like a combined lust potion and fertility potion. Of course if you want kids today, I can leave it?”
“Nooo, I want to finish my education first. No little Harry’s yet.” She giggled, “why am I so giggly. I sound half drunk.”
“It’s an after effect of the amount of magic the house poured into you, you are basically a little high on magic. After you drank the potion and the ritual circle came alive I had to shield my eyes for about five minutes. I think you have some connection with the family in your history, I have never seen that much magic poured into a ritual by the House itself, it felt like a welcoming celebration, not an adoption ceremony. I certainly have no doubt that you are welcomed into our house.” She carried out the charm and summoned a pair of small bottles of potion. “Drink both of these.” Another potion floated over, “This is a protein booster, drink this, and then eat, and not just Harry.” She laughed a little, you can dress again, unless you want Harry to pass out when he walks in.”
Hermione smiled from ear to ear, “I fully intend to exhaust him today, I’ve been ready for a while, but I am glad I waited until after the ritual. I hope the rest of them are OK waiting for me to come back downstairs.” She pulled her dressing gown back on and picked up another slice of toast. “I have a bit of an appetite to satisfy first.” She smiled, and then frowned, “I am not going to be this horny non-stop am I? I can barely believe I just said that, but I am just overwhelmed with the need to, well you know.”
Andromeda laughed, “It will settle. You are a very lucky lady, Harry is a fine young man. Try not to break him this afternoon, and make sure you tell the House wards to keep Sirius out of the room. His idiot sense of humour, pride and twisted affection will have him trying to pull something. I will tell your mum to distract him I think.”
“Mmm, the Granger girls are getting lucky, Ooh, I am not a Granger girl, I am a Black. Hermione Jean Black. No. That does not sound right anymore. Jean was my old father’s mother. What was Sirius’s mother called?”
“Warlburga.”
“And, No, it should be a celestial body, to be traditional.”
“Nymphadora?”
She giggled, “Dora would kill me.”
“Betelgeuse?”
“Beetlejuice, no, be serious, not Sirius”
“How about “Cassiopia?”
“Perfect. I shall be, Hermione Cassiopia Black henceforth.”
“Excellent, may I tell Sirius?”
“Please.”
“OK. I shall send Harry up, if you will pardon the expression. Get him to start gently, you are both going to be enthusiastic, make sure your bodies build up to it, or you will be very sore in the morning. Other than that, enjoy your little green eyed cutie, and remember to pause for food at least every two hours.” She laughed at Hermione’s face. “You have used a lot of magic, you need the food.” Andi gathered her things and walked out of the door.
Hermione walked to the wardrobe and selected some items she had bought in anticipation, she hoped they still fitted, and went into the bathroom to change. She was using a conjured mirror to examine her enlarged posterior and was, if she was honest with herself, quite happy with the view. Her hips where wider, her legs a little thicker, but she still had a pronounced thigh gap and her bum was still a very pleasing shape. Even if she thought so herself. She heard the bedroom door closing.
“Hermione, are you in the bathroom?” Harry’s voice.
“Yes, can you lock the door and ward it against a pranking Sirius, I am not in the mood for jolly japes this afternoon.”
“On it.” Came the reply followed by some mumbled spells and the sensation of his magic. She reached out with her own magic and felt the house welcome her, she had the thought and then heard Harry exclaim. “The door has just disappeared.”
“Sorry, I asked it to. I am a Black now, the house likes me.” Harry’s jaw dropped open. “Like what you see Harry?” He nodded. “Close your mouth my love, you remind me of Ron.” She stepped into the room and gave him a slow twirl watching his face as she did so, “So do you like Hermione Black then?” She stepped into his arms and they kissed. “I can feel that you do like what you see. Now Master Potter, get your clothes off, time to step up and become a man.” She giggled at his face, “Andi says I am drunk on magic, whatever it is I am so randy I can barely wait,” she pulled him into a long kiss, and tore his shirt open grabbing his naked chest. “Now Harry, I need you, I want you, I love you, take me now.”
The adults were sitting around in the drawing room when Andromeda walked in, “Harry, Hermione wants to see you.” Her hand blocked Sirius as he stood. Once Harry was out of earshot, “Hermione was absolutely swamped in magic in the Temple, it is basically flowing out of her ears at the moment. She is frankly as high as a kite, and her hormones have gone into overdrive. I have given her a triple strength contraceptive regime, and basically they are going to be at it like kneezles for the next six or eight hours, perhaps longer, they are quite fit physically.”
Andi looked at her cousin, “Sirius, DO NOT attempt any sort of prank, she has so much magic in her system a stinging hex will blow your head off.
Looking to his side, “Emma, your baby is very much a woman. She is about to make Harry a man. Her man.
Siri, Cissy, she looks like a sixteen year old Bella, be prepared. I burst into tears when I saw her. Cissy, she even giggles like Bella used to, before she went dark. She still has her own skin colour, but now her hair is black, in colour and in family.
Emma, your daughter is an absolutely stunning looking young woman. It is a good job for Harry that she is so obviously and deeply in love with him, otherwise boys will be making fools of themselves over her, she was lovely, but she has gone from girl to woman, I could feel the House magic all over her, the family magic adores her. I will research her past if I can, I think she is a lost branch of the House, she feels more like a true Black than any of us.
She is going to change her middle name. She said Jean was her father’s mother’s name?” Emma nodded. “Hermione wants to be known as Hermione Cassiopia Black from now onward, I suspect it will become Potter before many years are out if I am honest.”
Sirius was sat with a stupidly happy grin on his face, “Oh my, Oh Andi, you have made an old dog very happy. I am not sure who for Hermione or Harry,” Emma slapped his arm, “I have a daughter, I can feel her in the family. It worked, it really worked. I can’t wait to actually see her in the flesh,” Emma slapped him again, but laughed, “Not like that, I mean, just see her. I loved her anyway, just seeing how happy Harry is when she is with him meant I was always on her side, and her and Harry together is a dream come true for me,” He turned to Emma, “She is OUR daughter, and she is going to marry my godson, the little boy of the best friend I ever had, who married his version of Hermione. If I get any happier I think I will pass out.”
Narcissa spoke quietly, “She is a remarkable young woman, I talked to her just before the ceremony, as I was adding the runes to her. She has every reason to hate the Malfoy name, Draco has been disgustingly badly behaved to her in the past, and yet she sat and talked with me without any anger, I would not have been so mature at her age. I can feel her in the family magic, she brings a warmth to it I have never felt before, she has brought love into the heart of the family, it has been absent for so long.” She sat looking into the distance, “When are you going back to the States?”
Regulus answered, “ideally tomorrow, but we can go the following morning, it will be a little brutal back at school, but we can wait a little longer.”
“I think we should have a little party for our new family member, just our family, perhaps very close friends if Hermione wants to add any names, I thought tomorrow evening. A little food, a drink or two and a dance, I think Dora would be hurt if they returned to the US without her seeing her new cousin.”
“What about Draco?” Sirius asked.
“Hermione can make that decision, and I will only bring him if I am confident of his appropriate behaviour, but perhaps getting slapped senseless by the women of the house might just knock some sense into him.” Narcissa sat up and her eyes popped wide open, “Oh my, Hermione is broadcasting across the family,” She trembled and closed her eyes, Sirius was grinning from ear to ear, Regulus grabbed Liz and kissed her deeply and even Andromeda looked a little flushed. “Oh Merlin, Emma, your girl is a woman, and Harry a man.” A flash of magic pulsed through the house.
Emma cried out a little. “What was that?” She was flushed
Andi answered, “They just sealed their bond, their magic has been interweaved for years. That was your daughter having a supercharged magical orgasm with her soulmate, I suspect from the intensity we could feel down here, they have probably passed out for the moment. But that was the real deal, they are not virgins anymore, in fact as far as magic is concerned I think that is probably a marriage as well. I have read about bonded couples and the light shows that can occur. The last pair were nearly a century ago, but I think our kids may have set a record. I can feel the afterglow. I am going to say my goodbyes and drag my husband Ted into our bed, I suggest you all take your partners to yours as well. Sorry Cissy, I can’t help you with this one.”
“No, where is that werewolf when a lady needs a spare man to ride.”
“I think he’s in the kitchen Cissy.” Emma said, “he joined us last night, he was dating a girl, but it didn’t work out.”
Narcissa flushed red, “Oh Hecate, I didn’t realise he was actually here.” Reg and Liz walked Andi out of the room, Narcissa’s eyes went wide, “already, oh my. It’s more than I can manage,” She stood and smoothed her skirt, “Kitchen, you think.” Emma nodded. “Nothing Sirius. I have had nothing for sixteen years, take your lady to your room, and never speak of this.” She walked out of the room and down the corridor to the kitchen. In the distance they heard her voice, “Remus, I need your assistance…….Thank you, up here if you don’t mind.” The voice grew a little louder, “I have something that needs a fix in my room,”……………”No you don’t need any tools, it just needs something pushing together.” The sounds of their footsteps dwindled up the stairs.
Emma pulled Sirius into a kiss, “Bedroom. Now.” She stood and dragged him out of the room.
No one was up at breakfast, an early lunch was the order of the day and when Harry and Hermione walked into the breakfast room at the rear of the house they were shocked to see Narcissa resting her arm and head on a rather happy looking Remus’s shoulder. Sirius was sat talking away to Remus, but Hermione wasn’t sure Remus was in earth orbit, let alone on the planet at the moment. Reg was sat at the far end of the table with Liz, leaving the two seats nearest the door for the newcomers.
Hermione could feel her face starting to burn as the conversation stopped and everyone turned to look at them. Harry pulled a chair out for her to sit, but Sirius was out of his seat and had Hermione in a hug before she had the chance. He pulled her into a tight embrace heads side by side, “Oh Hermione, you look amazing, goddess I can feel you in the family magic, welcome to the family my beautiful daughter,” he took her head in his hands and kissed her forehead, “You have made me so happy I think my heart will burst.” He stepped back and her mother replaced him in the hug, Hermione started to giggle.
“Sorry guys, I have become a bit of a giggler, I think I might still be a bit high on magic.” Emma returned to her seat and Hermione sat down at the table. Harry took the seat to her side. Fresh pots of tea and coffee appeared on the table along with sandwiches and sausage rolls. Hermione looked around the table, “Hi everyone, this is the mark two me. Hermione Cassiopia Black, as you can see the hair is Black, pun intended, and,” she looked at her chest, “I have new boobs to learn about. They are quite heavy. Harry loves them, but I am not so sure. Running is going to be awkward.” She sang the last word. “There are other changes, I have discovered, but I can feel the house, I can feel Sirius and Regulus and Narcissa, I can feel Andi and she isn’t here, and I think Dora. There is another in the weave. It is very strange, but very nice.” She sipped at her coffee, “Worst kept secret in the house, I took Harry to bed yesterday, and we made love. Sorry mum, but I was going insane with lust, and, well wow. We passed out the first time, so no longer virgins. Our Potter house rings have changed, I think we got married? I just hope that my magic calms down before we get to school, otherwise I am going to be telling Luna all sorts of things, she is notoriously inappropriate, and since I am WAY to sharing about my intimate life at the moment, I might actually answer her when she asks me if Harry has a nice penis.”
She buried her head in her hands for a moment, “What am I saying, I have no filter,”
Emma smiled mischievously, “Well don’t leave us all hanging Princess, does Harry have a nice penis?” Harry nearly died and turned a shiny shade of ripe tomato.
Hermione leaned back eyes closed and with a dreamy smile, “Yes, it’s perfect. I still can’t believe how it is so hard and so soft to touch at the same time, it feels amazing as it slides into me, and when he comes it feels like he is filling me with champagne inside, his magic fizzes inside and sends me into ecstasy.” Harry put his hand over her mouth,
“Hermione, your mum has been with Sirius too long, take a breath. Drink some tea.”
“Sorry Harry, I think I must have Wrackspurts, I just can’t stop sharing how fantastic I feel, I am sure it will settle down, soon. You had better eat up, I am soaking wet, and you are taking me back to bed as soon as you have finished eating. Talking about your cock has made me super horny again.” She stopped and looked at the end of the table. “Ladies, I need some help shopping. My hips and bum are a bit bigger, and none of my knickers fit me any more, or my bra’s – I need some advice on that front, my old boobs were small and firm, these ones look OK now, but I want to keep a nice shape, and since I have no underwear on at the minute if my mother keeps making me get all worked up, I am going to leave puddles.” She smiled wickedly at her mother, “Mummy darling, the other thing, is his cock is absolutely delicious, and he comes in bucket fulls, I can barely swallow it all, last time he covered my face and my tits. It was epic.” Hermione, wide eyed, covered her own mouth this time and Harry’s head hit the table as her groaned audibly, the back of his neck glowing fit to catch fire.
Narcissa started to giggle, “Hermione, you are going to be terrifying, you are just like Andi’s girl Nymphadora. She delights in telling her mother the most intimate details of her last encounter, and she is just as happy with a witch as she is with a wizard, or both if she likes the couple. I don’t know if I should be happy for you Harry, or worried for your safety.” Harry looked back in a silent plea for help. “Hermione, we would like to invite the missing family members, Dora, Ted, and any friends you want for dinner, a drink and a dance, tonight before you head back to the US. Is there anyone you want to add to the list?”
Hermione looked for a moment, “I think most of the US school expats are still in America, I don’t know if Neville is around, but we will see him in three days anyway, so I don’t think the Ilvermorney crew are worth worrying about, The Hogwarts students, Not Draco, I am not having him near me when I might start talking about my sex life, to be honest that goes for the rest as well, I think we can do a party for Harry in summer to cover that. If Daphne and Tracy are in the UK, they would be fun, especially if I am still doing bedroom motormouth. Dora and Ted, are of course welcome, I don’t think we are ready for any Weasleys yet, might be safest to keep it to just family?”
Emma put her cup down, “Hermione, I think we need to hit some shops this afternoon, get you some bra’s and knickers. You need comfy ones for everyday stuff, school etc, and nice ones for when you are going out, and some really sexy ones for when you need something expensive and wish to ask Harry for something he might not agree to. I think you are also going to need new jeans, and tops, you were really lithe and slim before, but you have gained some real curves, they are not all Black family traits, the women in my family all have big boobs and booties as well. We can worry about your uniform when we get back, I think it had resizing charms anyway.
A few hours later Hermione, Emma and Narcissa were elf popped to Oxford Street and spent a few hours clothes shopping, Regulus and Liz decided to portkey back to the states and get at least one decent nights sleep before term restarted.
Ted and Andi arrived with Dora just after seven, Sirius and Emma were playing host, Cissy and Remus entered and Dora wasted no time in asking her aunt if doggy style was any better with a werewolf. She was just starting to get warmed up when Harry and Hermione entered the room and Nymphadora stopped mid-sentence.
“Is that you in there Hermione?” Hermione nodded and smiled, “Wow girl, you look amazing, no wonder Harry looks so tired. I can’t decide if I fancy you more than I used to or if you look like a younger version of my mum too much now.” She pulled Hermione into a hug and whispered, “Mum told me that you and Harry blew everyone’s brains out with the magic overload when you had your first shag, so much so, my Aunt Narcissa took Remus to her bedroom under some flimsy excuse and shagged his brains out all night as well. I feel properly left out, I don’t suppose Harry has a handsome well hung brother I could borrow for an hour or two does he? I think I am the only one not getting laid tonight and I am soooo frustrated.”
“Sorry Dora, the only decent guy we know that might be interested in you that would meet your standards would be Cedric Diggory, but he was seeing Cho Chang, complete cow in my opinion, but what do I know, I used to like Ron Weasley.”
“Mmm, Weasleys, I dated Charlie, that was a mistake, he told everyone in our year that I was performing for him and shape shifting into whoever he asked for. It got around the school, half the girls thought he had shagged me whilst I pretended to be them, the boys just saw me as a girl with adjustable tits. At that point I was still a virgin, and I hadn’t even let him put his hands inside my bra as I was too worried about changing accidently if I got worked up. I hit him with a barrage of hexes in the great hall, told the whole lot what a lying shit he was and stormed out. I got suspended for the last week of term, but it was worth every second, I didn’t date anyone for the rest of my time at school. Joking aside, I am quite cautious about actual dates, one night stands are easier, pick a shape, wear it for the night, no worries about meeting up in the shops if you look completely different.” She stepped back and looked at Hermione, “damn girl, you are smoking. If you ever get curious?”
Hermione laughed, and giggled, “My magic is all over the place, and it is making me really drunk, I am just able to say, thank you , but I am happy with Harry. If you had asked me at lunchtime, I was basically as high as a kite still, I would have probably dragged you upstairs.”
“Bugger, I suppose a threesome is out of the question, I might be able to mimic Harry, and you can have a fantasy threeway with him.”
Hermione let out a soft moan, “That is a very tempting thought, but I must be good, I already told my mother in graphic detail about giving Harry blow jobs, and how much I enjoy his cock. I am doing it again. I just get so worked up and my filter disappears, I am not going to school until I regain my self control.”
“I used to tell my mum everything and even make up stuff, mostly for giving me the name I am saddled with. You should talk more about it and get it out of your system maybe, or do it more and burn off the excess magic, you are still radiating magic like a fire.” She looked across the room, “I think everyone is waiting for us, perhaps we had better go sit down.”
The meal was nice and Hermione managed to stay off the subject of her sex life, the guests left reasonably early, Dora making a whispered offer to join the new couple as she left. The following morning Harry was woken by the sensation of Hermione initiating sex, taking his morning erection inside her. He groaned softly at the sensation and thought, “I hope this is what my life will be like from now, no more imminent death. This is paradise.” He opened the bond and let his feelings and love flow, Hermione opened her side, and Harry was almost overwhelmed by the intensity of her experience. Their eyes locked and their minds flowed into each other, without borders, without fear, their memories and emotions were shared.
Harry saw the dream memory of the ancient Black family wedding, seeing Roman Harry (Harrius? He thought) marrying Roman Hermione, “our wedding ceremony must be in the temple, we must complete the circle, be Always Pure of Heart.” Flowed across their bond.
They sat at breakfast, holding hands over the table, silent, communicating without words, Sirius entered the room seeing his daughter and godson, “Morning Pups, sleeping better yet?”
Hermione smiled, “I am father, my magic is still a little unruly, but it is settling. Harry may yet survive until your wedding.”
Harry spoke, “This morning Hermione shared a dream she was sent in the Temple. We saw ourselves marrying perhaps two thousand years ago, in the same temple. Hermione was the daughter of the founders of the family, it is her mother’s sacrifice that powers the family magic. My Roman era self was the son of her guard captain and her hand maiden, they carried her to safety. I think history has repeated itself, this is why our bond is so strong. Our vow was made for all eternity.”
Hermione looked at Sirius and he felt the power of her gaze, “The family motto has become corrupted. It is not “Always Pure”, it is “Always Pure of Heart”. It is a vow to use the power for good, not to use it for selfish reasons, not to become evil.”
“Semper in Corde Puro, or in French as it is on the crest, Toujours le Coeur Pur’
Sirius sat down, “I would like to see those images if I can, we have a pensieve if one of you could share?”
“Get the pensieve, I can make copies of the memories, they should become something the children of the family are shown as they grow, to understand the truth of the family legacy. The oath our founder mother made the man who claimed her swear before she gave herself to him.” Hermione transfigured some drinking glasses into storage jars, and bespelled them to be unbreakable. She used her wand to pull four silver threads, one into each glass and fixed the stoppers, carefully labelling them by hand.
Sirius returned floating the pensieve in front of him and placing it on the table. Emma walked in and sat opposite. She un-stoppered the first memory and placed it into the bowl. Sirius took Emma’s hand and they dipped their heads into the bowl. They repeated the sequence for the next three memories, and as the last dream memory finished the elder pair sat back and exhaled, “Oh my, talk about destiny. I can honestly say I think my mind is a little bit blown. The couple that rescued the babies could be James and Lily in so many ways, and the oath, I understand now, a vow to keep our family magic pure, nothing to do with bloodlines, but to use it for good, to be pure of heart indeed.” Sirius sighed.
Emma was holding Hermione’s head to her chest. “Darling, I never doubted your love for Harry, nor his for you, but to see that you have been together for millennia, oh my, the very gods themselves must have arranged this.”
Hermione nodded, “it feels that way, as if our souls themselves have been looking for each other through time.”