After Hogwarts: A New Evil Emerges

Nightfall- Potter Residence

Harry stood outside looking around his home, After he and Mali married, Allesandra presented them with their own home, about an hour away from Allesandra's. Surrounded by woods, it was a large farmhouse, once a favorite retreat of Allesandra's. About three stories high it had four bedrooms, a potions lab, a large library, a kitchen that Harry loved since he taken to cooking,something Mali was quite glad to give Harry since she couldn't cook worth a damn.

Along with the farm house was a large balconey and a wrap around porch. A shed that contained Raven's snowmobile, her skis, snowboard, and ice skates Behind the shed and house was a large lake would freeze over soon....probably during the holidays. Winter was in full force, but due to the magic surrounding his home, snow hadn't hit the ground.

It was now past midnight. Harry had stayed at the MMIA for hours with Hermione and Ron, working out a way to try and protect that last remaining Death Eaters. It wasn't just them though. Haryy had placed other witches and wizards that feared retribution on the ones they turned in. So there were some innocents that were in his protection program.

He had sent out agents to the safehouses, ten for each one of them and then decided that he had done what he could. He couldn't get the witches and wizards out now. There was no place to put them until he had worked out new hiding places. They would have to stay put.

Opening the door, he walked inside, dropping his bag and throwing his long overcoat on the couch. He headed straight for the kitchen,stopping in font of the table to see a couple letters that Trouble, Hedwig's offspring, had delivered earlier. Taking a soda out of the fridge he sat down and read them. One was from Raven, telling him that she beat James and Gryffindor in Quidditch. Nothing unusual in that. Ever since Raven joined the Slytherin team in her first year, Sytherin had beaten Gryffindor. Every years James never failed to complain bitterly about it. Raven also told him about the hexing incident, saying James didn't mean to and that everything was fine. As usual, she was protecting her ass of an older brother.

Harry sighed. James and Raven used to get along. Until she entered Hogwarts his third year. Then friendly brother and sister rivalry turned into downright hostility and animosity. Damien Malfoy constantly battled with James over his treatment of his sister. Apparently James couldn't handle his sister being sorted into Slytherin, then being put on the Slytherin team as seeker. What he hated even more was losing to her, for Raven was like Harry in quidditch. But no matter how much James acted like an ass, Raven protected him.

Now in his last year, James and and Raven seemed to cool their hosility but it seemd to start up again. Of course Harry hadn't really helped make things better in the past when he gave Raven his Firebolt 6000, he got that from Hermione for his 21st birthday. Or when he gave her his father's invisibility cloak. Mali had pointed out often that Harry favored Raven. And was hard on James.

Looking back Harry had to agree. He saw more of him in Raven and had been hard on James. Even harder when James started acting out when Raven was sorted into Slytherin. Raven looked exactly like him, including temperment, but James looked like his mother, with brown hair that had natural silver streaks in it, and blue eyes, which was Mali's color before they turned purple. He was more content living in his father's shadow than Raven was which indicated why she was sorted into Slytherin. Raven may be a carbon copy of her father, but she didn't want to be labelled as just his daughter....she wanted to prove herself, the same thing Harry wanted when he was a kid.

Harry set Raven's letter down and recognize his son's untidy scrawl on another letter. It was probably filled with accusations, lambasting his sister and asking if he could stay at Hogwarts for christmas. Mali never let him, although Harry wanted to at least let his son have his way once. He'd have to talk to her about it soon. Standing up, he headed towards the master bedroom.

He entered and took in a quick visual. As usual, Mali's clothes were on a heap in the floor...a dedicated slob. She was in bed,fast asleep. He quietly walked into the bathroom to take a shower, casting a silencing charm to prevent her from waking. She had the same habit that Ginny did, kicking anyone's ass that woke her when she wasn't ready.

Harry leaned his against the tile, letting the hot water pour over his tired body. Ginny. Many had accused him of turning to Mali on a rebound, saying that he was trying to replace Ginny with Mali. Harry scoffed and turned away from those who did. He had broken things off with Ginny after Dumbledore died, unable to handle the thought of them hurting her....and they still did. They still hadn't gotten back together, not for the lack of trying on Ginny's part, when she died, taking the killing curse that Lucius had aimed at Harry.

Harry had refused to talk to anyone for weeks after she died, only forced out of his seclusion because Mali told him to stop being an ass and accept that fact that people died in a war. She also told him that she wasn't trying to be nice to him on purpose. Harry smiled as he remembered Mali bitching him out for hiding from the world. The two of them hadn't gotten along when they first met, but the hostility had changed over the space of a year. Harry had started using Mali as a confidante and within a year after that fell in love with her.

He knew that she wasn't Ginny. Ginny would always be his first. But he loved Mali. And had resented like hell the implications and the hostility that Ron and others had towards Mali at first. Allesandra herself had taken Harry aside and told him that if he ever hurt her daughter she would kill him. Plain and simple.

Turning off the water, Harry stepped out and dried himself. Not bothering to wrap a towel around him he left the bathroom and approached the massive bed. He drew back the blankets covering Mali and smiled at the sight.

Nude. One her stomach, arms under her pillow, Mali's body never failed to make his cock salute. Even after having two children. Eyes travelling down her body he quickly paused at the scar on her back. It was a reminder of her imprisonment and he still didn't know to this day what or who had done it. Gently placing his hands on her side he rolled her over, getting nothing but a soft sigh as he ran his hands down her firm legs.

Eyes on her breasts, still as gorgeous and large as ever, he straddled her waist. Leaning forward he kissed her mouth, his hands sliding up until they cupped her breasts.

That finally woke her, as her eyes slowly opened, sleep still etched in them, but arousal coming into play.
"Harry?"

"That better not be a question,"he growled.

"No...."

"I said I would make it up to you didn't I?"He started trailing kisses down her neck,pausing at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. She sighed and he felt her hands on his back,curling her fingers around his hair.

"Yes you did."

Harry continued downwards, finally reaching one breast and taking it in,sucking and licking, one hand squeezing the other while the other had palmed against her pussy,stroking it softly. When she finally started to moan he stopped sucking her breast and turned to the other one, while stroking her harder, making her buck against his hand.

"Harry..."she groaned out,bucking again as he slipped a finger inside and slowly began sliding it in and out.

Letting go of her breast he kissed her fully on the mouth. "Whose mouth is this?"he growled out.

"Yours."

"Whose breasts are these?"

"Yours,"she repeated, her breath hitching as he inserted two more fingers ,continued to slide them in and out,faster and faster.

"Whose pussy is this?"he finally growled.

"Yours...all yours...."She arched her back as he inserted two more,having all five fingers working. He placed a hand in the middle of her chest holding her down as he bent to lick her navel before placing his tongue against her clit making her gasp.

Pulling his fingers out, he slipped them in her mouth, making her taste herself. He picked up his wand and pointed to her hands, uttering a simple spell that made them lock agaisnt the headrest. He set the wand down on the nightstand and then took up residence between her legs, and started to lick his wife.

He pushed her legs up, bending them giving him full access as he sucked, and licked, prolonging her torture, knowing what to do, knowing what would make her scream and moan, make her beg. He always liked making her beg. If there was one thing certian in this marriage, it was that Harry was in control in the bedroom.

"Fuck me....please fuck me..."he heard her groan out. He wasn't going to do it yet. He wanted her to come in his mouth first.

"Come for me first baby,"was all he said.

He got his wish moments later as she stiffened and screamed. She always screamed.

Kissing up her body, he set her legs over his arms, propping her ankles on his shoulders and placing his hands on both sides of her head. "What do you want now baby?"he murmured against her ear.

"Fuck me,"she gasped out. "Just fucking fuck me."

"Beg."

"No."

"Then you wont get my cock in you. Beg."

"Please fuck me, fuck me..."

Harry chuckled at her weak attempt. He knew she got off on begging him. But she like to put a fight. Always did. "Not good enough Mali. You need to beg before you get my cock. You know the rules. Say it."

"Fuck me....god please fuck me. Take me. Please...."

"Say it Mali. Beg me. Beg for the cock of Harry Potter."

He heard her take another breath and smiled.

"I'm begging you...please..."

She didn't finish as he plunged into her,hard. With no preliminaries, he fucked her. Hard, fast and without tenderness. Neither of them cared. He was barely able to uncharm her wrists as he plunged into her, and she wrapped her hands in his hair, gasping, moaning and crying out.

"Who do you belong to?"He groaned against her as her legs bouched against his shoulder.s

"You....Harry....Harry I belong to you...."Her eyes widened as he slammed into her. "I'm yours...forever.......oh god..."

He felt her tighten, her eyes turned black, a result from the spell, which he knew she was coming. And she was, her muscles milking his cock, trying to make him come. As she finally burst,one long scream later, he finally did,spilling into her, and collapsing against her with long self satisfied groan.