Harry Potter: On a Heart\'s Wings

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, if I did the sixth and seventh books would have gone differently.

Quick A/N: if you see mistakes review and I’ll try to fix them. If you notice I’m taking names and they don’t match their original description it’s because I thought the name sounded cool so I used it. I don’t think any of these creatures I use are in any way connected to mythology or the HP books sorry.

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Harry Potter: On a Heart’s Wings

Harry Potter was in a pickle.

It actually might be more accurate to say that Harry potter was always in a pickle, but he was now most concerned about his current problems. Not the problems that you might think though.

Lord Voldemort was no longer a problem. He had died under a hail of spell-fire spat forth from a dual wand wielding Harry. After Dumbledore’s death Harry had claimed the Elder wand, which was explained in the reams of notes the headmaster had left behind, as his own after winning a duel against Draco. Rather than attempt to collect the Horcruxes Harry had opted to use a very obscure Light spell that would bind the Dark Lord’s soul back to his body, the spell had been used centuries ago to help rehabilitate murderers and veteran soldiers. The downside of the spell was that it had to be held on the person till they had accepted all the broken pieces of their souls before it permanently grafted their torn souls together. As it was unlikely that Voldemort was going to accept all his soul pieces, Harry thought that if he held the spell on the wanker and killed him while the soul-magic was in effect it would negate the Horcrux’s effect and send the Dark Tosser into the great beyond from which there was no return. After finding Voldemort’s hideout (which was hard) and sneaking into it under his invisibility cloak (which was easy) Harry proceeded to do just that and presto the war was over.

This created a whole host of other problems. Instead of the wizarding world rejoicing at the fall of the dark lord, they had looked around themselves and realized that the body count had been rather high. With an incredible throwback to pure-blood bigotry the ministry had drafted and passed a bit of legislation that was causing Harry’s most recent problem. The idea was that since all the great ancient families were just about exterminated and down to just one or two heirs apiece that all the Head’s of the ancient families should marry and take concubines to “replenish and enrich the bloodlines”.

The way that this related to Harry was because he was the Head and last surviving member of the Potter family. This combined with all his fame and titles had made for a very uncomfortable situation. So much so that he’d actually taken up his seat in the wizengamont to minimize the damage. He’d fought a long drawn out battle with several pro pure-blood members to make sure that the final laws would be at least a marginally fair.

The law had started dictating that the Head’s of family would marry another pure-blood within ninety days of the law being ratified. Harry had argued that this didn’t solve the numbers problem but rather halved the number of old families left. To replenish the bloodlines they would have to take wives, and husbands, of either muggle-borns or half-bloods to continue the family name. Once this amendment had been agreed upon, the writers decided to cut all the rights of the spouse that wasn’t pure. Harry argued that while it would be a good idea for the female pure-bloods to keep the family name it would also have to be a marriage in all its forms without constraints on one of the spouses or it would be just like having a bastard with the hired help. They had nodded and rewritten the law once again. Harry had in a desperate attempt to stop the law that most pure lines had been decreasing in their magic capacity since intermarrying and that the forced marriage might not work at all. This had lead to a week’s recess and the solution that the spouse would be tested for magical capacity and would have to surpass a certain level. This lead to a string of rationalizations that were seized upon to give the ministry more control over the process until all the marriages were to be arranged by a new department in the ministry working in conjunction with the educational branch for purposes of measuring the applicants’ magic.

Here was where Harry put his head in his hands and sulked for a day or two before decided to make a more personal solution.

And this leads us to the present.

Harry had decided to run away from the problem. The draft of the law had quickly run out of everyone’s control and exploded into a monster that was passed and then promptly abused for personal gain. Rich half-bloods were bribing officials to get better spouses for their sons or daughters among the pure-bloods. With his popularity, Harry had been informed that he had roughly a hundred candidates. The leading candidates however were not who he wanted to marry. He didn’t want to marry at all yet.

So he was running. He had first thought to disappear to one of his more heavily warded properties among his Potter and Black inheritances. The goblins, who he had begun a very profitable friendship with, had disabused him of that idea saying that they were required to notify the ministry of any reclusive pure-bloods and as they knew of all his properties and would know of any he purchased between now and then, he didn’t have anywhere to hide.

Then he thought of traveling indefinitely. Again the goblins popped that bubble. He would need a way of remotely accessing his money and that would show where he was, which would fall under the reclusive clause.

He thought of moving to a different country. Unfortunately, most of the other countries had decided to follow Britain’s lead and replenish their supply of pure blood families. This meant that anywhere he went he would be subjected to similar laws with less familiar people.

He thought of a preemptive strike where he would take a willing individual to a different country, marry them, and then avoid the unpleasant selection process altogether. The goblins had pointed out that once he actually came back to England his current marriage would be augmented with the addition of a half-blood witch of the government’s choosing. They had then sat the hysterical boy down and brought him numerous cups of tea with calming droughts until he stopped yelling out absurd plans. It was at this point that he accepted that there was really no witch that he wanted to marry and run away with. He had certainly given thought to what it would be like with many of his classmates as his partner; he was a teenage boy after all. But nobody seemed to fit. Hermione was too bossy. Ginny was fixated on his image as the Boy-Who’s-Name-Must-Be-Capitalized-And-Hyphenated. Lavender was too ditsy. Pavarti was a pure-blood. Susan was a pure-blood. Hannah would never stand up to him. Tracey was a bitch. Daphne was a Malfoy sycophant. Padma was a pure-blood. Luna, who was probably the most likely to make him happy, wasn’t connected to reality enough. Harry thought on and on about all the girls he knew even peripherally. He eventually decided that that was an idea that just wasn’t going to work.

He finally settled on the idea that he could combine methods. He would hide at one of his warded properties while he made plans and prepared to follow in his godfather’s footsteps. Sirius had led the wizarding world on a merry chase by assuming his animagus form. Peter, as much as Harry despised him, had successfully convinced the world he was dead by hiding in his animagus form for years. Harry was going to become and animagus.

This wasn’t going as smoothly as he would have thought. The first problem had shown up not five hours after arriving at the Potter manor in Wales. This complication took the form of Luna knocking on his front door. This surprised Harry. Understandable when you remember that the Potter Manor is unplotable, has repelling charms, and is under a derivation of the Fedelius charm. Of course this didn’t seem to bother Luna at all and she invited herself in.

She explained to Harry that she was a pure-blood, that she was a seer, that she was incapable of suppressing her gift, that she foresaw herself marrying Seamus if she didn’t change something, that he had the best chance of pulling off and escape out of any of the other fleeing pure-blooded students, that she thought she might tag along, and that the Nargles told her Hedwig would be important.

Harry assimilated this new information in the best way he was able. Which is to say that he stared at her for several minutes before inviting her in for tea, he explained to her how he would be attempting to escape the spousal draft, as he was referring to it in his head. He rationalized that, as crazy as Luna was, it was entirely possible that she would think of a better solution, disguised as a made-up creature’s mating habits, than he already had. To make sure he had access to Luna’s possible moments of brilliance he would need to keep her around and to keep her around he would have to include her in his escape.

They sat down to the table in the library and began researching animagus transformations and the process they would have to endure. Dobby was kind enough to bring food, drink, and additional books for them as they studied.

Two weeks and seven ministry owls later, they had found the process involved in animagus transformations. The rushed nature of the job however had left them with several gaping holes in their theory. These holes were quickly filled by Luna’s illogic and Harry’s desperation. The first hole was their forms. Because they had read books and notes relating almost exclusively to the process of becoming one, they didn’t know that you couldn’t be a magical animal. They also didn’t know that you weren’t supposed to pick your animal and if they had read any theory behind the transformation they would have known that meditation would dictate what animal you were. The second hole was the number of forms. They had skipped the history behind animagus transformations and didn’t know that there was no recorded instance of multiple forms. They had decided that since they wanted to blend but remain mobile they should have several forms for convenience. The third and final hole in their theory was perhaps the largest and most convoluted but we will get to that later.

The idea that they needed a specific animal was one that Harry had come up with. He had pointed out to Luna that if they were to hide they couldn’t stand out. This was the type of statement that usually led to a long argument where both debaters switched sides frequently. In this case Harry had argued that a form such as a Unicorn was no good to them as Unicorns were monitored creatures and an extra one would stand out and be investigated. Luna had countered that something mundane would stand out as having peculiar traits that wouldn’t match, such as Peter’s unnatural lifespan. They had then reached a consensus that they needed their forms to be special but not too special. With this, the first hole was spawned as the only creatures that wouldn’t raise concern in this way were magical. This wasn’t true animagus transformation but rather an incredibly complex wandless self-transfiguration. This had the side-effect of making both Harry and Luna spectacular at wandless and wordless magic but that is off topic.

The addendum to the first hole was birthed closely after the original conception but wasn’t different enough to rate classification as a different hole entirely. Obviously, if you were discussing what kind of form you needed then you were implying that you could choose your form. This was brought about originally by the idea that James’ and Sirius’s forms where chosen specifically to combat a werewolf. A mistake anyone could have made when all one remembered about the conversation was Remus saying that they made sure their forms could keep a werewolf in line. This partial memory of a seemingly unimportant conversation led directly to the misconception that you could choose your form. With the knowledge that it had been done, even if it hadn’t, Luna and Harry attacked the stacks of Care of Magical Creatures books to find the best fit for form.

The second hole was decided upon after scouring the lists of creatures they had compiled. They had lots of options, but nothing that fit perfectly. They had narrowed it down to an owl, a kneazle, a gryken, and a nundu. An owl was mobile and wouldn’t stand out, but neither did it have an extraordinary lifespan nor was it the source of random occurrences. A kneazle was fairly normal for the wizarding world and filled the requirements that it wouldn’t stand out and strange things happened around it, it also had the bonus of having useful instinctual powers, but they were somewhat domesticated and if caught they might be caged, sold, and expected to bond as a wizard or witch’s familiar. A gryken was something they’d never heard of before and they had found it at the bottom of a very old book. Apparently, it was a fox the size of a large squirrel with a fork about halfway down the tail and a pair of falcon’s wings; they were supposedly shy, lucky, intelligent, and the source of all kinds of extraordinary and chaotic magic-related happenings. This would have fit the bill perfectly but the same page they had gotten their information off of told them that they had been thought extinct. Well it actually said they were extinct, but if they were capable of the change then they would ‘prove’ that research wrong and again possibly be caged and studied. They had added nundu because they both had an unhealthy interest in them and if they were capable of the change nobody would come close to them. This however would not do because they would be feared almost as much as Voldemort had been and sooner or later someone would ask how two of them had gotten to England and organize a very large group of wizards and witches to kill them. Overall they decided that they really couldn’t make a further decision and the best way to go ahead would be to learn all the forms… yes, even the nundu.

The third hole wasn’t discovered or acted upon until much later. Twenty-five days after the marriage law was enacted, thirty days after Luna had arrived, they had mostly accomplished everything they could without a full transformation.

The process of becoming an animagus was to hold the image of the animal in your mind and cycle through partial transformations, turning your hand into a paw, turning your arm into a wing, shrinking your body size to match your target form, and so forth one at a time until the wizard or witch was comfortable enough to put them all together in their target form. For normal witches and wizards this would be accomplished through very complex arithmacy equations leading to rune circles designed to act as a focus in place of a wand. As the wizard became more comfortable the rune circles would shrink and become less complicated until the wizard was able to make the change without the circle. Many wizards took shortcuts and tattooed runic helpers on their bodies to assist in the changes.

Today was the day that they were going to go for a full transformation. They had decided which animal they would each try first and the other stood by with the reversal spell ready in case of problems. Luna would be changing into an owl as they were unsure of how Hedwig might react to Harry suddenly becoming one. Harry would be changing into a kneazle. Harry went first and after a minor problem with his tufted tail he was capable of becoming a kneazle at will. Almost unnoticeable at the time was his tendency to gravitate towards trustworthy people, which both Luna and Harry first wrote off as becoming better friends when Harry found himself desiring to be in Luna’s company more often and conversely almost immediately leaving whichever room she was in when she started in on her made up creatures (they never did figure out why Snorkacks and Nargles never caused his irrational fleeing attempts).

Luna’s turn was next and she demonstrated why the Hat had sorted her into Ravenclaw when she turned into an albino great horned owl. Harry thought that being albino was strange; when she demonstrated her partial transformations he thought she was trying to be a snowy owl. Being albino was supplanted by her winging her way over to Hedwig and beginning a long and intense conversation, at least it seemed intense to Harry who didn’t speak owl and had nothing to base his observations against. After about an hour of hoots, screeches, feather ruffling, cooing, and odd bark-like noises the conversation seemed to be over. When Luna transformed back into her human default, Hedwig flew over to her and, after gracefully alighting on her shoulder, remained there for the rest of the day and most of the following week. Harry shrugged the strange behavior off as odd things happened around him and Luna only expounded upon their frequency by her presence.

And so a routine was established. Every two weeks another form was added to their repertoire. Today marked the 46th day since the marriage law had been passed and the third day since they had been stoking the library fireplace exclusively with ministry letters detailing the two heirs to contact the Department of Suitable Obligatory Marriages posthaste. Today also marked the day they were to finish their last animagus form. For Harry, the last form was his owl form. He had delayed it repeatedly partly because he hadn’t chosen a suitable owl breed and partly at Luna’s request that he perform that transformation last. In the end Harry had decided that since the two women in his life had become white owls of similar sizes he would also be a white owl with a wingspan close to 125cm in length. He had decided further that since he didn’t want to risk being blind in his owl form too he wasn’t going to be albino. This meant that he had to choose an owl that was naturally white and as nobody had recently accused him of being creative he decided he would just go with a snowy owl. Of course his human male pride sensibilities wouldn’t let him be smaller than Hedwig he’d had to tweak his form to be bigger.

It was decided that Luna would go first and prove to Harry and herself that she was capable of transforming into a nundu that Harry claimed would look more like a snow leopard from what he had seen of the partial transformations. Just like the three preceding forms Luna accomplished the transformation on her first try and, after a momentary confusion where she injected whatever passed for her logic into the almost exclusively instinctual nundu, she demonstrated the comprehensive nature of the transformation by withering the tulips next to her with her deadly breath. Seconds later she changed mid-pounce to end up straddling a very surprised Harry.

Harry stepped into the cleared area reserved for their transformations and received a premonition that something was going to go very wrong. This feeling seemed to be vindicated by the large and disturbingly focused Cheshire grin Luna was wearing and the intensity that Hedwig was watching Harry from Luna’s shoulder. There were several seconds where Harry thought that this might have something to do with what Luna was doing with the three hours she insisted she have to herself after dinner every night. The feeling passed and Harry transformed into an extra-large male snowy owl with a moment of concentration. As soon as he had finished he realized that he’d made a very serious mistake.

Harry now knew exactly what the fates had tried to warn him about.

As an owl his inborn instincts told him that the look Hedwig was wearing meant he was in for a seriously mating. Logic was momentarily damned to the depths of hell while Harry did the first thing that came into his mind. He turned and flew in the opposite direction as fast as he could. This seemed to signal to Hedwig that the chase was on.

Harry b-lined to the doors of the library and banked hard cutting a tight u-turn into the hallway as he hoped Hedwig would be momentarily thrown off by the unlikely change in direction. It was not to be and Harry realized that if she appeared to be intelligent in ways that weren’t necessary to being an owl it could be assumed that she was a genius when dealing with all things owl-related. As such she came around the corner after exiting the library through a different door, correctly inferring which way Harry was going to go, and swooped in on Harry’s tail after executing a perfect corkscrew reverse.

Both owls continued at a breakneck pace through the halls of Potter manor. Harry burst out of the hallway and into the dinning room. He banked hard left, rising up as he turned and he tucked his wings into a dive that shot him down the open dumbwaiter shaft. He angled his feathers to rocket him out into the kitchen, where Dobby was making lunch. His belly and tucked legs scraped the tile floor and he pumped his wings hard to send him out through one of the kitchen windows and into the sun and outdoors. He circled close to the house and hugged the eaves until he spotted the window to the master bedroom which he had claimed. He darted inside where common sense reasserted itself and told him the problem would be over if he reverted into human form.

This is exactly what he did. His human ears were greeted by the sound of Luna’s light laughter and his confusion was heightened when he noticed his vision was incredibly blurry.

“If you can’t see you might try taking off your glasses Harry. We’ve kept something from every creature we’ve transformed into which in the case of almost every recorded bird animagus is better vision,” said Luna once she’d stopped laughting.

Harry nodded and removed his glasses to receive the gift of uninhibited vision for the first time he could remember. His attention was drawn back to the wildness of seconds ago when he heard a hoot from outside. His eyes tracked to the window again as he saw Hedwig approaching his window. Distracted as he was he missed the resurgence of Luna’s grin and without any clues to the contrary he figured that the problem was over until he became his owl form again.

Hedwig swooped through the window and flew right at Harry. The only indication that something was wrong was the sudden immense draw on his magic that he felt a split second before he figured Hedwig would land on his shoulder. As the magic left him he saw a distortion around his familiar. In a burst of magic Harry was slammed to the floor as if he’d been backhanded by a troll.

Harry figured he must have blacked out when he hit the floor. He took stock of his situation. He was still on a very hard surface which meant he was still on the floor; the few times he had passed out in exhaustion Luna had placed him in his bed. He was pleasantly warm. There was still pressure on top of him. The pressure was the source of the warmth. The pressure was light for its apparent size. Without opening his eyes Harry guessed that the object was 30 kilos and 158cm tall. He would guess that it was Luna deciding to lay down upon him to check his heath more expediently but he knew that she was closer to his own 183cm, she was 177cm, and at that height there was no way she would be a mere 30 kilos.

Harry opened his eyes and stared up into the most intense yellow eyes he’d ever seen. The eyes were huge, they seemed to dominate the face of the mysterious weight… person… on top of him. The person, girl he realized, had stark white hair with black striping that went perpendicular to the growth of her hair. She had a classically cute nose and fairly normal lips that seemed a bit too pale to be healthy. She was very slight not just short but much lighter than she should be. From what Harry could feel, she was very petite, A-cup and not pushing the borders either way if he knew anything about it. His short preliminary perusal complete he was greeted by the woman on top of him.

“Hello, I hope my form pleases you master.” She had a very husky, smoky voice that promptly went places Harry thought it had no business going. Already uncomfortable with the way she’d chosen to address him, Harry thought that getting a boner might really make this situation unbearable.

“Um, who are you? Why are you here?” were the first queries from Harry’s mouth. “You’re not from the ministry are you?”

The girl looked confused at Harry’s rapid delivery and she looked up and off to her left as if seeking help.

“Oh Harry, you don’t recognize your familiar?” came Luna’s voice from by the door. Harry’s eyes shot wide and he sat up quickly forcing the girl lying on him to sit straddling his lap. He turned to face Luna with a flabbergasted look on his face. Seeing Luna’s normal face, the one she used when she was serious about something or when her answer wasn’t about nonexistent creatures, Harry began playing ocular tennis, bouncing his eyes between the two girls.

“B-b-b-but, how?”

“When I changed into an owl the first time I had a conversation with Hedwig. I wanted to know how she delivered letters. She said that she tapped your magic to power a location spell she then used to find the recipient. That got me thinking that if she could use your magic for that she might be able to use your magic for other stuff. It wouldn’t work with normal mail owls because they can connect to so many different wizards with different skills and power levels but Hedwig only ever uses your magic even when she’s delivering letters from your friends. We talked about you a little which led to her saying that she wished she could be of more help to you. I thought that if we could do this she could help us hide by pretending to be our owner or something.

“That’s what we’ve been working on after diner every night. She loves you very much Harry and so do I. That’s part of why I came here. I wanted to marry you or no one at all. I’m not telling you we have to get married but if my spouse wasn’t you I didn’t want one so I’m running from it. When we talked the first time that’s part of what we talked about. Now you know my secret motivation for coming here and Hedwig is in a form that you can actually be romantically involved with. So the question now is… what will you do?”

Harry had never heard Luna speak so seriously and without a hint of the spacey attitude she lived. He looked at her and noticed her powerful stare that seemed to cut deep into his soul and lay it bare before her. While he wasn’t comfortable with being read so well or looked into so deeply, he knew that more than himself Luna was totally open to him. She cloaked herself in no deception with no emotional barriers and in that instant Harry learned more about Luna than most people ever would. He saw her faults, her insecurities, her fears but more potent than that were her love for him, her inner beauty, and her deeply passionate lust. The lust really threw him off. He nodded to her though, accepting all of her, even the parts he hadn’t learned about yet. He knew that in that single glance he had learned much but now he had to learn the actions that would tell him all that she had shown him. He would see though, he would learn, they had time and he was now sure he wanted to spend it with her. Something shifting in his lap brought his focus back to the slight owl-cum-woman in his lap.

He realized, with all the grace of a cricket bat to the head, that she was nude in his lap. This made it difficult to look into her eyes but he forced himself to. In Hedwig’s eyes he saw many of the same things he saw in Luna. There were flaws, fears, and insecurities but they were vastly different and somehow the same. There was also love in abundance though it had a different feel to it. Her inner beauty was much the same as her outer beauty while she was an owl: cold, stark, fierce, and distinctly inhuman. The lust was something else though. As a human Hedwig was put together much different than she usually was and it was showing in her dilated pupils, shortened breath, and cute blush.

It was probably inevitable that Luna would take charge. Neither Hedwig nor Harry had any idea of what to do next.

Luna slunk up behind Harry and began to pull off his t-shirt. Once she got it up high enough Harry lifted his arms and allowed her to pull it all the way off. After the insolent cotton was out of the way she was able to press her recently unclothed breasts into Harry’s back.

Harry moaned at the contact and tried to turn around only to have Luna grab and redirect his head.

“Hedwig can only stay in this form for five hours maximum so far, we have all night. She’s first my love just as she was first to love you.”

Harry allowed himself to look back at Hedwig who had leaned back slightly to look at his chest. He took the opportunity to survey her small breasts with their painfully erect nipples. His eyes fondled her as they crept lower until they came across her small patch of pure white hair and her weeping lower lips. She was so wet and the outer lips were swollen and slightly parting to flash the briefest of glimpses at what was offered underneath.

Luna seized on the distraction of the two in front of her and grabbed the back of Hedwig’s head. She brought the former owl forward and crushed her own lips against Hedwig’s in a fierce kiss that drew a strangled groan from Harry as he looked on. Luna tilted her head and parted her lips slightly. She probed Hedwig’s with her tongue and eagerly pushed forward into her mouth when Hedwig gingerly opened her own mouth. She tasted like ice and spearmint Luna decided and the blonde found herself eager to taste her again sometime. But for the moment Harry needed Hedwig.

Luna took Hedwig’s head and positioned it to kiss Harry now and they took to it quickly. Harry’s hands rose from Hedwig’s hips where they had steadied her to begin caressing her back and begin fisting her hair.

Luna used the distraction of her lovers to grab her wand and begin casting spells. First she directed her wand at Hedwig’s abdomen. She didn’t know if Harry could get her preggers in this form but it wouldn’t do to find out the hard way. Next she preformed the same spell on herself in impatient anticipation of when it would be her turn. Finally she waved her wand at Harry and vanished his pants, boxers, shoes and socks.

Newly naked against Hedwig, Harry responded and she felt something new pressing against her belly. Hedwig broke the kiss to look down at what was pressing against her. She didn’t quite know what that 18cm rod was for but this new body of hers told her it wanted it badly. She looked for Luna to help her; she would be lost without the blonde witch’s help. Soon she felt a pair of breasts pressed against her own back as Luna hugged her from behind.

Luna’s hands crept up Hedwig’s stomach and cupped her breasts. Hedwig moaned loudly and arched her back to press her boobs harder into Luna’s hands. Harry was feeling left out and reclaimed Hedwig’s lips before sweeping his hands around to grab Luna’s ass. It was Luna’s turn to gasp and press more firmly into the invading hands before she remembered her purpose in being where she was. Her hand slipped down from Hedwig’s right breast to trail lightly down her stomach until her fingertips were firmly ensconced in the downy soft white hair between Hedwig’s legs. Luna rubbed her whole hand across Hedwig’s lower lips and received a groan and an attempt to grind down on her hand as a reward for her efforts.

Luna rubbed her middle finger across Hedwig’s slit and pressed into it to get to the hidden places inside. As she slipped her finger inside and slowly penetrated Hedwig’s hole, Hedwig’s moans became louder until she was nearly screaming. She was ready to go and Luna wasn’t going to do much to make her more so. She reached down and grasped Harry’s cock with one hand while shifting her other hand to hold Hedwig like a hug. She lifted the transformed owl up breaking the kiss Harry and Hedwig were sharing.

Harry had his mouth forcefully ripped away from Hedwig but before he could complain he noticed the warm, slim hand firmly holding is dick. He saw Hedwig’s small pebbled nipples in front of him and he leant forward to take one of them into his mouth. He moved his hands from where they rested on Luna’s ass to wrap around Hedwig’s waist and hold her to him. As soon as his mouth made contact with her nipple Hedwig threw back her head and screamed as she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and held him to her.

Luna finally had lifted Hedwig’s small frame enough to get Harry’s dick under her and she celebrated by promptly dropping Hedwig onto Harry. His cock speared the former owl’s pussy and with the guidance of Luna’s hand sunk into Hedwig until it reached a barrier.

Hedwig was mindless with pleasure. Harry was sucking at her nipples and had reached around to play with her boobs. But that was nothing to the sudden intrusion into her vagina. She suddenly went silent at the sensation of Harry’s cock filling her up and stretching her out in a way that she had never felt before. He hit a barrier within her and she nearly growled at the interruption. She somehow knew that his dick must go further and with a grunt of effort she raised herself up and forced herself down breaking her hymen and sheathing Harry down to the hilt.

Harry stopped his sucking and kissing when Hedwig let out a cry of pain and he looked into face to see tears welling up in her eyes. He panicked and crushed her to himself stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. He noticed that his cock was being squeezed in a velvet sheath that invoked feelings of heaven but his partner was in pain and he was desperate to fix it. Soon Hedwig’s cries stopped and she experimentally moved around bring Harry’s attention back to the glorious feelings below his waist.

He began to thrust into her as best he could from his position and when that wasn’t enough he grabbed her around the waist in a tight hug and stood with her still impaled on him. He walked over to the large bed in the room and they both fell into it. From his new dominate position above Hedwig Harry began pounding into her wet hole faster and faster.

Luna joined them on the bed and soon straddled Hedwig’s face. She grabbed Hedwig and pulled her up so her face was buried in Luna’s shaved pussy.

“Lick it! Please lick it.” Luna groaned when Hedwig’s tongue slipped out and began tracing her dripping lower lips.

Harry was losing control and was about to let loose.

“Ungh, Hedwig I’m cumming!”

With a yell Harry poured into his familiar. The hot juices spilling into her was the trigger Hedwig needed and she clamped down on Harry’s cock as her inner walls spasmed around it. Hedwig screamed desperately into Luna and the extra vibrations directly on her clit sent Luna howling over the edge. Luna tensed up for a moment and then collapsed to the side uncovering Hedwig’s shining, wet face.

Harry pulled out of Hedwig’s pussy. Her lips seemed reluctant to let him leave and even in her weakened state they twitched and clung to the retreating cock. As soon as the tip had finally left its newfound home, Harry dropped to Hedwig’s side and lay on his back taking deep breaths trying to regain his strength.

Luna looked across Hedwig’s stomach to see Harry Jr. already up and at full mast again. She grinned and looked up at the now sleeping Hedwig’s face to ask permission if she were still awake. Seeing her passed out was all the permission Luna needed and she draped herself across Hedwig’s torso to latch her lips around the tip of Harry’s cock.

Harry opened his eyes to the feeling of his dick sinking once again into a tight, wet, warm enclosure. He looked down to see Luna’s head bobbing up and down as she tried fervently to drive Harry out of his mind. He saw her look up through her eyelashes and manage to look at him innocently, quite a feat when your mouth is full of cock. She slowly drew back releasing the head of his prick with an audible pop.

“Mmm, tasty. Are you going to fill me up like Hedwig Harry? I hope so. My pussy is aching for you. I’m so hot down there. Maybe if you splash your semen all over it the heat will cool. Would you like that Harry?”

Harry’s mouth went dry and his cock twitched at her dirty mouth. Instead of a verbal answer his hands shot out and dragged her down where he flipped them so he was on top once again.

He looked down at her and noticed that Luna had certainly grown up. She was nearly as tall as he was and her boobs were large C-cups. He eagerly took in her body and almost drooled as he saw her shaven pussy.

“No foreplay Harry. Just fuck me.”

With orders like that you really couldn’t expect him to disobey could you?

He lined himself up with her weeping lips and slid slowly into her. She gasped and arched her back, thrusting up into him to get more of his dick into her. Harry hit her maidenhead and paused to look at her. She nodded and wrapped her legs around his hips to encourage him. Harry slid out a little before thrusting all the way inside. He burst through her hymen and kept going until he hit another barrier just before their hips met. Luna bit her lip and moaned in pain.

Harry stilled and began to slowly knead her breasts before dropping his left hand down to rub her clit with his thumb. She soon was thrashing around in pleasure barely keeping her hips still in case it still hurt. Shortly after she adjusted her hips a little and pulled Harry in even more. He groaned as he felt himself slip into something tighter and warmer inside Luna.

“AH Harry, your through my cervix and inside my uterus. I want you to spill your seed right here and fill me right up.”

Harry retreated out and slowly started thrusting again. He was building up a fast rhythm and Luna was screaming every time the tip of his cock hit the back of her pussy. She was urging him on faster and faster as she scratched his back clinging to him. He noticed a thin white fluid that started seeping from her nipples after a bit and it surprisingly turned him on even more to know that she was lactating even as her luscious tits bounced in time to his thrusts. He lowered his head and sucked hard at them and was rewarded with a mouthful of the creamiest milk he’d ever tasted. Luna threw back her head and screamed at the suction and demanded more of his mouth’s attention by fisting her hands in his hair and holding him to her breast.

Luna could finally take no more and arched her back violently screaming to the heavens as she came. Harry could no longer hold against her wildly convulsing pussy and with a last thrust that forced him straight into her cervix again he came spurting load after load deep into her womb. Her hands slackened in his hair and Harry looked up into Luna’s face to see that she’d passed out.

He pulled free of her pussy and watched her overfull cunt leak sweet-smelling white cum all over the bed sheets. He smiled as Luna and Hedwig cuddled together and was surprised and aroused when Hedwig latched onto the breast he hadn’t suckled and began drinking from it. He got up and pulled down the covers before covering his women and joining them. He spooned up to Luna leaving Hedwig to continue unconsciously breastfeeding off of her lover.

As he wrapped his arms around Luna and began to drift off to sleep he thought once again to himself about what a pickle he was in.

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A/N:I was reading a story from Ishtar, "The One Who's Always Loved Me", on http://ishtar.fanficauthors.net/Harry_Potter.php and I was inspired. This is in no way like what he wrote so no plagiarism issues but it caught me. It made me think about Harry’s relationship with Hedwig and about how she’s stuck with him since the beginning and I think everyone overlooks her. Anyway I know I’m a weirdo but here it is. I think this is done but since it jumped into my head at 4pm and it’s now 5am and it wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it there is a possibility of continuing it. I know I didn’t really use their forms much so I might come back to it and add more there. If I pick it up as a chaptered story there won’t be lots and lots of sex so don’t ask me to continue it for that, it won’t happen. Hope you liked it. If you see anything wrong please let me know.