Harry and his witches

Harry awoke in a very nice fashion, a girl to his right and another to his left, each was using his chest as a make shift pillow. That’s about when Harry felt it, looking, he saw both of his hands near the women’s faces, yet…there was still a hand gripping his morning wood. Don’t misunderstand, it was nice, the hand fit perfectly, but it could be embarrassing for either of them to wake and find Harry already awake and aware of their hand placement. Running his hand up the other woman’s arm, he found that it was Tonks who’s hand ‘found’ it’s way to Harry some time during the night. Checking to make sure that she was asleep, Harry went south and carefully pried her off of him. ‘One finger, five to go.’ Harry thought as he felt Tonks stir and saw her eyes open. “Wotcher.” Tonks mumbled. Harry watched the look on her face change from confusion to fear as her hand moved and realized exactly where it was. She nearly jumped out of her skin and landed on the floor with a dull thud, she continued to back away until she hit a wall.

“Waz go in on?” Bellatrix asked rising from her pillow.

“Nothin, go back to sleep.” Harry commanded, gently shoving her figure back into the bed. As he rose, he approached the pink haired auror. She seemed to only grow more frightened when he got closer. ‘Oh yeah.’ Harry thought as he remembered the book he had read, ‘the lord of a family and his duties’ It had stated that if Harry saw fit, he could order any member of his family to do whatever he wished, including suicide. Although it was far more disgraceful if someone was removed from the family, like Andromeda had been.

“H-Harry, I didn’t m-mean to.” Tonks somehow managed to force out. Tears welling up in her eyes.

Harry smiled brightly and pulled her head into his chest, rubbing the back of her head and whispering calming words to the shocked young woman. “It’s alright. I’m not hurt.” Harry said, now she was returning his hug. Harry now took his hand and raised her face to meet his eyes. “I wouldn’t hurt you either.” Harry now felt a comfort coming from Tonk’s body. As Lord of his family, Harry could feel what others feel, and now Tonks was content and comftorable with Harry, even aroused a little. “Could you make breakfast this morning, I still want to lay down for a bit longer.” Tonks nodded and skipped off to the kitchen. She was an odd girl to say the least. Harry hopped back into bed and closed his eyes, hopping for some peace.

“So my niece wants to cop a feel and gets her way.” Bellatrix began. “I want that, can I?”

“On Tuesday.” Harry said rolling to face Bellatrix. “What will you do when I go back to school?” Harry asked

“I don’t know.” Bellatrix said with a shrug. “Could sneak in with you…or I could hang out with Cissa and send mail to Draco to give to you.” Harry busted out with laughter. “What is so damn funny?”

“Well, you’re being rational. That’s not for insane people…and nice. You’ve never struck me as the nice type.” Bellatrix shrugged and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Just following orders, it was my husband who told me to do it.” Bellatrix replied.

“Your husband told you to be a loony?” That earned a small nod from Bellatrix. “Not any more.” Harry said protectively and wrapped his arms around the older woman, pulling her into his body. “I’m glad that you aren’t insane anymore.” Harry said, looking into Bellatrix’s violet eyes. “Cause then I feel guilty about doing this.” Harry then closed the distance from his lips and Bellatrix’s. She wasn’t shocked to tell the truth, she expected this. Every man she met while at Hogwarts tried one thing or another with her, over the years she learned to tolerate it, but she won’t have to anymore. Harry was odd, comparing him to the other men, he bent, he accepted her choices and explanations at face value, when she wouldn’t put out, most men would throw a tantrum and spread rumors about her being gay or some other stupid shit. When she woke up, he held her, not grope. Not even Rudolphus had held her the way that Harry did. Narcissa did, but that was lust…not love. Not to mention her niece, he could have ordered her to make it up to him with sex or blowjobs for a month, he knew all of this, yet he doesn’t use the information. It was comforting. Taking all of this into consideration, she wrapped her arms around the boy’s neck. ‘No, man.’ Bellatrix thought as she licked Harry’s lips, begging for entrance. Harry granted it and the two’s tongues entangled. Finally pulling apart for air. “Wow.” Harry said. “We better have get to breakfast, I want to show you off to my ‘Family’.” Bellatrix took note of how he had said family with utter disgust. Walking down the steps, Harry pulled Bellatrix close as he entered the giant kitchen. Harry looked and saw the way that Vernon leered at Tonks while she bent over to dig in a cabinet for something. Bellatrix could feel the anger rolling off of her lord, it was amazing to say the least. Harry pulled his fist far back and slammed it into his uncles fat face, sending the man rolling back and out of his chair.

“Don’t uncle. You know what you did and do not continue with this behavior.” Harry stated confidently. ‘Where did that come from?’ Harry questioned himself. Back at the number 12 Grimmauld place, Harry had seen almost everyone gawk at Tonks in a similar manner. This was nothing new, yet today he decides to go berserk on this individual. ‘Is it a lord thing?’ Harry thought, a pang of doubt ran through his mind. Harry watched as Dudley walked in and ignored his father who was on the floor, clearly knocked out. Dudley’s attention was now on Bellatrix, who still wore her incredibly revealing nighty. Harry grinned as he grabbed the older woman and kissed her possessively, pushing his lips to hers so hard that it was more painful than anything, earning a small moan from the older woman. When they broke apart, Harry turned to his cosine and grinned cheekily. Dudley glared angrily, looking down, he finally noticed that his father was out cold on the floor. “This was just a kiss, you keep looking and you will end up just like your father.” Harry turned to Tonks, who was staring at the eggs that she was cooking. Strangely though, Harry could almost read her thoughts like it was a open book.

‘He doesn’t want me.’ Tonks thought. ‘Aunt Bellatrix can make him happy, so I should be happy.’ Although Tonks just couldn’t bring herself to smile as a tear rolled down her cheek and sizzled when it hit the hot pan that cooked the eggs. To be put simply, Harry didn’t appreciate such thoughts from people that he cared about, thinking of themselves as inferior was something that he couldn’t stand. “Bellatrix, may I have a word in the other room?” Bellatrix nodded and followed Harry into the living room. “What would you think if I kissed Tonks?” Harry asked

Bellatrix seriously thought this over. “I’d be turned on to tell the truth.”

“Good, cause you’re going to have a front row seat.” Harry retorted.

“Why are you going to kiss her though?” Bellatrix asked

“Well, she sees herself as inferior next to you, what would make her truly happy is if I was with her…at least this is what I think, I could be wrong.” Harry said, “I’m lord damnit, I’m never wrong…not anymore anyway.” Harry stated confidently as they strode back into the kitchen, Bellatrix took note not to change, she wanted Harry’s family jealous of what they could never have. Harry approached Tonks from behind, still feeling the self wallowing that rolled off of her body. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist as he felt her stiffen.

“H-Harry…what is it…” Tonks didn’t finish her sentence, Harry pressed a finger to her lips before closing the distance between them. Harry gauged Tonk’s reaction, there was shock, a little anger, but mostly just a calming sense. Tonks returned the kiss in a similar fashion that Bellatrix did in the bedroom. Breaking away Harry smiled coyly. “You enjoy that?” Tonks nodded her head. “Good, cause there is more where that came from.” Harry then released her and walked to the table, sitting across from his cosine and next to Bellatrix.

“What the hell?” Dudley asked, “Why are you kissing two women? Hot at that?” The more that Harry thought about the question, the more it irked him. He had just managed to kiss two woman at once, and they were ok with this…maybe it was god who decided to give him something good instead of constant shit. Harry finally settled with a shrug and saying an I dunno. Bellatrix rested her head on his shoulder, it was comftorable…until Harry put actual thought into it, what would Dumbledore do? Granted, Harry didn’t give a flying fuck what he thought, but Dumbledore would still do what he could to prevent Harry from being with these woman. To a certain degree, he cared about what his friend had thought of them, Luna probably won’t give a damn. Ginny would blow up just like Hermione. ‘Well, Ginny already slept with half of our class, I’m probably just next on the list. Hermione wouldn’t view it as correct I guess, I mean, it’s like she is always right. Especially with the house elfs. They liked working for humans, if they were released, then god knows what they would do with themselves, they might drink like Winky. In all perspectives, Dobby was an outcast house elf, a one of a kind.’ Harry lost himself in the memories, Dobby was truly loyal, he didn’t know Luna long enough to judge her just yet, but she probably would stand by Harry, Neville will have a hard time coming around…she did torture his parents to death. Maybe if she explained, Neville could come to terms with all of this. He didn’t want to lose the boy’s friendship, besides, the potential that he had was amazing. Then came the thoughts of his last friend, the jealous prick…Ron. The kid probably couldn’t tell his forehead from his ass. The main focus of his life was quitich and chess, for god’s sake, read a book. Ron tended to be short sighted, which is both a curse and a gift, he will never lose sight of what he cared about, but could never understand the grand scheme of things. To top it off, Ron was jealous, and was easily driven to rash actions. Harry knew that his life was not desirable by any means, yet Ron seemed to want the fame and fortune. Harry mentally scoffed at his own thoughts. His fame was a curse, good, bad or insane. The so called fortune Harry never touched, if you took one look at his cloths you could tell. Harry sighed and began to eat what Tonks set out in front of Harry and her aunt Bellatrix.

Next chapter Harry will try and introduce Bellatrix and Tonk’s little relationship to the others. If you like someone, like Hestia Jones then leave a review. Oh, Hestia is staying with Harry even if you hate her, for some reason, I like her character, even though not much is said about her.