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The Doctor
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Adult ++
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Keeping it in the Family
A/N: The mental images that Keeping it in the Family, by Guitar Guru, simply would not go away. So, I decided to relieve my stress by writing a little sequel. OMG PLZ RED N REVEIW KTHNXBAI!
The Doctor nearly vomited in disgust as he stared at the sight before him. Harry's dick was thrust in Molly Weasley's ass, while Ron's cock was in her cunt. Meanwhile, the Weasley matriarch was eating Hermione out.
All of this was a considerable accomplishment, seeing as the rolls of fat on Mrs Weasley's body practically concealed her partners. In fact, it did; the behemoth rolled slighty to her left, revealing Ginny Weasley, who was using her mother's breasts to rub her clit.
The Traveller had been doing surveillance of the Burrow for some time now, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. It was clear that the Weasleys were batshit insane, and truth be told he couldn't blame them. Centuries of inbreeding generally didn't produce superior specimens of the human species. It led to - well, the result was currently thrusting into his mother while screaming her name.
What was interesting, on the other hand, was the magical field surrounding the building. As far as the Doctor could tell, it was some of variant of the Confundus Charm. He had no concrete evidence of why it was there, but he guessed either Molly or Arthur had erected it in an attempt to control the twins. He shrugged. At least it explained why two Muggle-raised and fairly conservative teenagers were currently having sex with their best friend, his little sister, and their blimp of a mother.
As the lovemaking in front of the currently invisible Time Lord picked up pace, he checked his watch; ten seconds. Ten seconds, and the field would deactivate, thanks to his handiwork. Five. Four... three... two... one...
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"
Harry reacted instantly, jumping a metre in the air, and hastily covered his groin with his hands - and struggling in vain to get Molly's juices off his softening member. Hermione, still being rubbed to orgasm, reacted slightly differently - by vomiting over Mrs Weasley's head. She, too, struggled to cover herself. The Doctor considered helping them - and then thought better of it. It was more amusing this way, like burning ants with a magnifying glass.
He wasn't surprised to see Ron and Molly continue, both of them finally going over the brink. If anything, it gave Harry and Hermione time to throw on some article of clothing. In their haste, however, Hermione had ended up throwing on one of Harry's shirts, while the Boy-Who-Lived was struggling into Molly's blouse, which would have been more appropriate if one was in desperate need of a parachute. In the end he settled for throwing on a worn pair of jeans.
When the Weasleys finally came to their senses, they were surprised to see a pair of wands pointed at them. Molly licked at the vomit that had dribbled down her face, and said, "feeling sick, Hermione? Don't worry, I'm sure Ron will be able to make you feel better." Ron, cuddling into the woman's back fat, grinned.
Harry, however, had better ideas. "Crucio," he muttered, and the redhead screamed. He fell to the floor, acting as if he was in the middle of a seizure. Ginny and Molly looked on, not in fear, but arousal. In an instant the pair were scissoring, much to the chagrin of the lone muggle-born in the room, whose solution was to join Harry in his torture of Ron.
It took nearly a minute, but finally the boy vomited and emptied his bowels at the same time. Harry was well aware of the effects of the Cruciatus, and knew that once a victim lost control of their bodily function, they were as good as dead. It was surprising that Ron managed to last that long. With a nod to the semi-naked girl next to him, the two released the curse from the redhead, and watched in delight as he curled into the fetal position, glassy eyes unfocused.
"Oh my God Mum!" Ginny screamed, "I'm coming!" Her cries alerted Harry and Hermione to the current scene of incest playing itself out. Ginny had moved into a sitting position, and her mother was currently performing cunnilingus. Harry considered merely AK'ing the pair; but then he noticed Ron's Cleansweep on his bed. The Doctor grinned, seeing this. The boy was clever.
"Accio," he hissed, and the broom hurtled towards its summoner - however, Ginny Weasley lay between them. As Ginny finally orgasmed, the broom burst through her chest, splattering Molly with blood, skin, guts, and splinters. Harry released the charm, leaving the broomstick in the redhead's chest. Molly was screaming as Ginny's eyes went dark, and her limp form collapsed onto the ground. Harry swore he heard a giggle to his left, but it was hard to catch over the sound of his own laughter.
Molly charged the cackling pair, which fortunately Hermione noticed. With a slash from her wand, the baby Killer Whale screamed in agony as a line from her left leg to her right shoulder was cut open, and watched in horror as her intestines began unravelling. Harry, however, was not through with his revenge. He stepped forward, unzipped his fly, and began urinating on Molly's face.
"Drink it all down, bitch," he spat. That's what you like, isn't it?" With tears in her eyes, the woman nodded.
"Hey, that looks like fun!" a giggling Hermione said. "Can I try?" With a nod from Harry, she pulled at the recently-torn flesh on Mrs Weasley's stomach, eliciting a shriek from her. Hermione pointed her wand at the small hole her hands had managed to create, muttered, "Reducto," and leaned back to avoid the spray of blood. Hermione grinned. "Always wanted my own personal toilet," she said, finally getting rid of that coma-inducing curry from last night.
The Doctor frowned. "Shit, guess removing that field sent them insane. Oh well," he said, sighing and putting a head to his forehead dramatically. "Can't kill 'em all." And with that he withdraw his Sonic Screwdriver from a coat pocket, and quietly summoned the TARDIS.
Moments later, Molly Weasley finally died. Harry looked on sadly. "Shame," he said. "We could have melted her fat down and sold it to needy farmers and their animals."
Hermione put a comforting hand on his bare shoulder. "It's alright, Harry. Ron's still intact." Harry smiled, and covered her hand with his own.
"You always know what to say, don't you?"
*****
The arrangements were remarkably easy. Burning down the Burrow took all of five minutes, and implicating the Death Eaters was a piece of piss, considering that forensics was something the Wizarding World wouldn't discover for centuries, judging on their intake of Muggle tech.
On the other hand, transferring his sizable account from Gringotts to a Wizard-run bank in Zürich was less simple. The goblins would do it eventually, of course, but to do it in a few hours required a considerable amount of gold changing hands. Of course, the pair quietly murdered the goblins involved in the transaction after it occurred, this time implicating the Ministry of Magic.
The result was instantaneous. The Goblin nation declared war on the British Ministry of Magic, and Voldemort took the opportunity to begin an all-out offensive against the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix. Caught in two wars, and struggling to keep it all out of view of the Muggles, the Ministry was in no state to track down two missing persons, even if one of them was the Boy-Who-Lived.
Booking two tickets to Barbados under assumed indentities went off without a hitch, and "silencing" the Grangers was easy as well. Only familial connections kept Hermione's parents from beginning "the next great adventure", but once their daughter was through with them, they wouldn't be telling anyone tales of a bushy-haired bookworm this side of the River Styx.
Meanwhile, Harry had transferred his money again, this time to a Muggle Swiss bank, also in Zürich, under the name Andrew Fairbanks. From there, he rejoined Hermione in Heathrow, and the pair set off for a lifetime of debauchery and hedonism.
Meanwhile, the Doctor was explaining to Arthur Weasley the Galleon-to-Pound exchange rate, and how to locate a Muggle brothel. "Figured you might need a good fuck after twenty-five years of Molly," he said with a wink.
The Doctor nearly vomited in disgust as he stared at the sight before him. Harry's dick was thrust in Molly Weasley's ass, while Ron's cock was in her cunt. Meanwhile, the Weasley matriarch was eating Hermione out.
All of this was a considerable accomplishment, seeing as the rolls of fat on Mrs Weasley's body practically concealed her partners. In fact, it did; the behemoth rolled slighty to her left, revealing Ginny Weasley, who was using her mother's breasts to rub her clit.
The Traveller had been doing surveillance of the Burrow for some time now, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. It was clear that the Weasleys were batshit insane, and truth be told he couldn't blame them. Centuries of inbreeding generally didn't produce superior specimens of the human species. It led to - well, the result was currently thrusting into his mother while screaming her name.
What was interesting, on the other hand, was the magical field surrounding the building. As far as the Doctor could tell, it was some of variant of the Confundus Charm. He had no concrete evidence of why it was there, but he guessed either Molly or Arthur had erected it in an attempt to control the twins. He shrugged. At least it explained why two Muggle-raised and fairly conservative teenagers were currently having sex with their best friend, his little sister, and their blimp of a mother.
As the lovemaking in front of the currently invisible Time Lord picked up pace, he checked his watch; ten seconds. Ten seconds, and the field would deactivate, thanks to his handiwork. Five. Four... three... two... one...
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"
Harry reacted instantly, jumping a metre in the air, and hastily covered his groin with his hands - and struggling in vain to get Molly's juices off his softening member. Hermione, still being rubbed to orgasm, reacted slightly differently - by vomiting over Mrs Weasley's head. She, too, struggled to cover herself. The Doctor considered helping them - and then thought better of it. It was more amusing this way, like burning ants with a magnifying glass.
He wasn't surprised to see Ron and Molly continue, both of them finally going over the brink. If anything, it gave Harry and Hermione time to throw on some article of clothing. In their haste, however, Hermione had ended up throwing on one of Harry's shirts, while the Boy-Who-Lived was struggling into Molly's blouse, which would have been more appropriate if one was in desperate need of a parachute. In the end he settled for throwing on a worn pair of jeans.
When the Weasleys finally came to their senses, they were surprised to see a pair of wands pointed at them. Molly licked at the vomit that had dribbled down her face, and said, "feeling sick, Hermione? Don't worry, I'm sure Ron will be able to make you feel better." Ron, cuddling into the woman's back fat, grinned.
Harry, however, had better ideas. "Crucio," he muttered, and the redhead screamed. He fell to the floor, acting as if he was in the middle of a seizure. Ginny and Molly looked on, not in fear, but arousal. In an instant the pair were scissoring, much to the chagrin of the lone muggle-born in the room, whose solution was to join Harry in his torture of Ron.
It took nearly a minute, but finally the boy vomited and emptied his bowels at the same time. Harry was well aware of the effects of the Cruciatus, and knew that once a victim lost control of their bodily function, they were as good as dead. It was surprising that Ron managed to last that long. With a nod to the semi-naked girl next to him, the two released the curse from the redhead, and watched in delight as he curled into the fetal position, glassy eyes unfocused.
"Oh my God Mum!" Ginny screamed, "I'm coming!" Her cries alerted Harry and Hermione to the current scene of incest playing itself out. Ginny had moved into a sitting position, and her mother was currently performing cunnilingus. Harry considered merely AK'ing the pair; but then he noticed Ron's Cleansweep on his bed. The Doctor grinned, seeing this. The boy was clever.
"Accio," he hissed, and the broom hurtled towards its summoner - however, Ginny Weasley lay between them. As Ginny finally orgasmed, the broom burst through her chest, splattering Molly with blood, skin, guts, and splinters. Harry released the charm, leaving the broomstick in the redhead's chest. Molly was screaming as Ginny's eyes went dark, and her limp form collapsed onto the ground. Harry swore he heard a giggle to his left, but it was hard to catch over the sound of his own laughter.
Molly charged the cackling pair, which fortunately Hermione noticed. With a slash from her wand, the baby Killer Whale screamed in agony as a line from her left leg to her right shoulder was cut open, and watched in horror as her intestines began unravelling. Harry, however, was not through with his revenge. He stepped forward, unzipped his fly, and began urinating on Molly's face.
"Drink it all down, bitch," he spat. That's what you like, isn't it?" With tears in her eyes, the woman nodded.
"Hey, that looks like fun!" a giggling Hermione said. "Can I try?" With a nod from Harry, she pulled at the recently-torn flesh on Mrs Weasley's stomach, eliciting a shriek from her. Hermione pointed her wand at the small hole her hands had managed to create, muttered, "Reducto," and leaned back to avoid the spray of blood. Hermione grinned. "Always wanted my own personal toilet," she said, finally getting rid of that coma-inducing curry from last night.
The Doctor frowned. "Shit, guess removing that field sent them insane. Oh well," he said, sighing and putting a head to his forehead dramatically. "Can't kill 'em all." And with that he withdraw his Sonic Screwdriver from a coat pocket, and quietly summoned the TARDIS.
Moments later, Molly Weasley finally died. Harry looked on sadly. "Shame," he said. "We could have melted her fat down and sold it to needy farmers and their animals."
Hermione put a comforting hand on his bare shoulder. "It's alright, Harry. Ron's still intact." Harry smiled, and covered her hand with his own.
"You always know what to say, don't you?"
*****
The arrangements were remarkably easy. Burning down the Burrow took all of five minutes, and implicating the Death Eaters was a piece of piss, considering that forensics was something the Wizarding World wouldn't discover for centuries, judging on their intake of Muggle tech.
On the other hand, transferring his sizable account from Gringotts to a Wizard-run bank in Zürich was less simple. The goblins would do it eventually, of course, but to do it in a few hours required a considerable amount of gold changing hands. Of course, the pair quietly murdered the goblins involved in the transaction after it occurred, this time implicating the Ministry of Magic.
The result was instantaneous. The Goblin nation declared war on the British Ministry of Magic, and Voldemort took the opportunity to begin an all-out offensive against the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix. Caught in two wars, and struggling to keep it all out of view of the Muggles, the Ministry was in no state to track down two missing persons, even if one of them was the Boy-Who-Lived.
Booking two tickets to Barbados under assumed indentities went off without a hitch, and "silencing" the Grangers was easy as well. Only familial connections kept Hermione's parents from beginning "the next great adventure", but once their daughter was through with them, they wouldn't be telling anyone tales of a bushy-haired bookworm this side of the River Styx.
Meanwhile, Harry had transferred his money again, this time to a Muggle Swiss bank, also in Zürich, under the name Andrew Fairbanks. From there, he rejoined Hermione in Heathrow, and the pair set off for a lifetime of debauchery and hedonism.
Meanwhile, the Doctor was explaining to Arthur Weasley the Galleon-to-Pound exchange rate, and how to locate a Muggle brothel. "Figured you might need a good fuck after twenty-five years of Molly," he said with a wink.