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Roommates Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2025-06-04 01:48:08 +0000 UTCThis is usually my day off, but writing this one took two days, as Roommates chapters often do since they're longer than usual.
Harry sat alone on his bed, his feet dangling off, and vaguely recognized that this was the quietest it had been in here since Wednesday moved in. Back when that first happened he had been frustrated; even angry. He wanted his peace and quiet back. Well, now he had it.
It felt empty.
He kicked his legs slightly. His wand was sitting on his thigh. After the principal barged in with the news Gomez had been arrested (for murder of all things) Wednesday and Morticia had left in a hurry. Harry would have gone too, but when he started to get dressed, they told him it was just a family matter and they would handle it.
However, he was starting to get worried. It was late, and he hadn’t heard anything from either of them. Knowing his roommate, Wednesday could have done something crazy like attacking a policeman and getting herself arrested. She was smart, but actually pretty reckless when you got to know her.
After being left behind Harry got dressed and just kinda… sat there. He was too worked up to sleep and there was nothing for him to do. He was never good at sitting on the sidelines. He learned that any time he had an injury that would keep him off the Quidditch pitch.
Grabbing his wand, Harry gave in and headed out. He left the room with determination on his face. Before he could even get outside, he was stopped by the unexpected appearance of Morticia.
“Harry!” she said in her rich voice. “Just the boy I was hoping to see. It was rude of us to leave so quickly, but as you know, the situation was quite dire. Don’t worry. It has all been handled now.”
“Where’s Wednesday?” Harry asked.
“She was incredibly happy to learn that her father is going to go free,” Morticia said. “She’s glued to his side, and likely will be for the rest of the night.”
Without any hesitation, Harry walked right past Morticia.
“Where are you going?” Morticia asked.
“To find what Wednesday and Morticia are up to,” Harry said.
The Morticia behind him lunged. Harry stepped out of the way, but she used this to get in front of him. Her skin shifted and totally changed. Larissa Weems stood in front of him, the school’s shapeshifter principal.
“I can’t allow that,” she said.
“Was I asking you?” Harry said, sounding really confused.
“You have no idea the kind of crimes you’re getting mixed up in,” Larissa said. “A man died, Harry. Can someone your age even understand the gravity of that?”
Harry couldn’t help laughing, which made Larissa angrier.
“I am principal of this school,” she said, “and I am telling you to stay right here. You will listen to me! We do not need reckless rogue outcasts doing as they like in this town. That’s what caused this mess in the first place.”
“Here’s the thing, principal,” Harry said. “I've always been REALLY bad at following school rules. Breaking them is actually kind of my specialty.”
“I’m telling you that you cannot go!” Larissa said.
“But can you stop me?” Harry said.
Larissa looked down as she felt something poke her stomach. Harry’s wand was out. She tried to yell something at him. No matter how much her lips moved, though, no sound came out.
Her body suddenly stiffened up, and Harry walked around her. When he was past her he let her motor control return and gave Larissa her voice back. When she heard the sound of her own breathing again, she grabbed her throat with wide eyes.
“I can talk? I can talk,” she said to herself.
She glared at Harry, but other than anger there was an aspect of apprehension there now too.
“I’ll be back soon,” Harry said. “You really don’t need to wait.”
“Harry!” Larissa’s voice stopped him before he could completely leave. She was scowling slightly. “Wednesday and Morticia have been arrested for digging up a grave, and are currently being held overnight at the police station. Do you still think you can handle this when the police are involved?”
“Thanks for the tip,” Harry said. “It was going to be a pain if I had to look for them alone.”
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Harry hadn’t been into the town of Jericho that many times, but that wasn’t enough to stop him from apparating straight there from the dorms. The police station was one of many older buildings in the town that could have done with a renovation. The entire building was bleak and looked like the corners probably had mildew, at least from the outside. The inside was a little bit better. It wasn’t dirty, just sterilized. Despite how late it was there was a woman at the front desk.
“Can I help— you?” she said.
Halfway through the question her eyes glazed over as she temporarily forgot who she was talking to, what her job was, and that she wasn’t supposed to allow anyone into the station without a good reason. Confundus charms were so handy when dealing with muggles, Harry thought fondly.
He casually walked into the station with a charm to make muggles struggle to notice him. Applying that kind of charm to yourself instead of to an object was decently advanced magic, but since the war Harry’s proficiency with magic had only grown, even if he wasn’t studying it full time anymore.
The building wasn’t large enough for it to be hard to locate the jail section. There were only a few cells, too. Harry passed a drunk who was muttering in his sleep and stopped by the cell next door, one with a beautiful mother and daughter sitting on opposite sides of it.
Wednesday looked straight at him as soon as he arrived. Although outcasts couldn’t do magic the way that Harry could, they were more resistant to his spells, at least on the level of a wizard like him. That meant anything that worked on wizards worked on them, but charms that might distract muggles weren’t enough to fool outcasts. Especially Wednesday, who had a keen mind on top of any inherent abilities.
“About time you’re here,” she said.
“I didn’t expect you to get yourself arrested,” Harry said. “Didn’t you say you would handle the situation?”
“That’s what I’m in the process of doing,” Wednesday said. “My mother and I will walk free by the morning, but we’ve obtained crucial information. Everything is playing out the way that I need it to. However, your assistance could expedite the process.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry for cramping your style,” Harry said. “What do you need me to do?”
Morticia watched with fascination as Wednesday stood up and came to one side of the bars where Harry stood on the other.
“My stupid parents have been keeping secrets,” Wednesday said. “An old autopsy report has placed my father as the prime suspect of a murder of a boy named Garrett Gates while he was still in school. Not only did he have the gall not to tell me such an interesting bedtime story, it turns out it wasn’t even true. SHE is the one who killed the man.”
Wednesday jerked her finger toward Morticia.
“All these secrets, and they can’t even handle their business properly,” Wednesday said.
“Principal Weems tried to stop me from helping,” Harry admitted. “I don’t think she’ll get in the way again, though.”
“She was my mother’s roommate,” Wednesday said. “As well as the one who reported the crime.”
“Larissa only saw the end,” Morticia said sadly. “She doesn’t understand what truly happened.”
“Yes, you’re very misunderstood,” Wednesday said. Apparently, her anger at her family for sending her to Nevermore wasn’t completely worked through yet.
“If you’re so confident about finishing the case tomorrow, you found something when you dug up that body,” Harry said. “What was it?”
“Poison,” Wednesday said. “A particularly tasty kind of nightshade. It was in the victim’s system before anything else happened. It was covered up in a stellar show of conspiracy. The sheriff at the time must be involved.”
“Is he still the sheriff?” Harry asked.
“No,” Wednesday said. “He’s now Mayor Walker.”
“Oh. A big shot. By this place’s standards, anyway.” Harry shrugged. “Alright. And you’re sure that you’ll be out tomorrow on your own?”
“They have nothing to hold us on,” Wednesday said dismissively.
“Alright. I’ll get Gomez out, then,” Harry said. “See you tomorrow.”
“Bye,” Wednesday said, the monosyllabic word coming off cute in her monotone with her inexpressive face.
“Wait. Do not do anything reckless, Harry,” Morticia said. “This is a mess that Gomez and I started. It is not the responsibility of you young people to fix it—”
“You’re not really handling it all that well at the moment,” Harry said. “No offense. Besides, it’s fine. I’ll just do it.”
If it was only this much, it should be well within his abilities.
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When Harry walked out of the police station again, it was with a file on Mayor Walker in his hands. The station held info on all the town’s prominent residents, including their home addresses. It was super late now, pretty much the middle of the night, but Harry soon arrived at the specified house. The mayor lived with his wife and son. That could be maneuvered around easily.
Harry entered straight through the front door, unlocking it with a spell. On his way by the son’s room he locked it with his wand. When he reached the master bedroom, Harry opened it and found the couple both asleep in bed. He hadn’t needed to use it for a long time, but Harry still had his invisibility cloak. To play it safe he put it on, standing in the corner of the room, and used a compulsion charm to make the wife go for a glass of water right away.
She woke up, rubbed her eyes, and went downstairs. With the strength of the spell that Harry used, she wouldn’t be back for at least an hour.
“Mayor Walker!” Harry said loudly.
The mayor bolted upright. Harry turned the lights on, making the mayor flinch because Harry had done so with a spell and there was no one visible in the rom. Finally, Harry pulled off his cloak.
“You’re one of them,” was the first thing the mayor said when he saw Harry. “One of those outcasts. What kind are you, an invisible man? And why is Larissa letting you do as you please?”
There was a cold kind of anger in his expression, but Harry really just did not care.
“I’m a wizard, that’s what kind of outcast I am,” Harry said. “I’ve got all kinds of magic. Invisibility is just one. I can create light in a dark room.” He conjured a lumos, which was redundant with the muggle lights on, but still proved his point. “I can conjure things from thin air.” He created a simple stool and sat down on it, looking at the mayor. “And I can even tell whenever someone tells a lie. Thirty years ago, what happened to Garrett Gates?”
The name caused a change in the mayor. He got less indignant and his face showed guilt. Not the greatest poker face coming from a politician.
“Can… Can you really tell when someone lies?” he asked.
“I know,” Harry said. “It’s a politician’s worst nightmare.”
“I’m honest!” the mayor said angrily. “Except… Well at the time…”
“Out with it now,” Harry said, crossing his arms.
The mayor released an awfully long sigh.
“Are you familiar with the Gates family?” he asked.
“That’s the last name of the kid who died,” Harry said.
“So you don’t really know them,” said Mayor Walker. “I’m not surprised. There are none left now. Ansel, the last patriarch, drank himself to death young, and not only Garrett died, but his twin sister too. The Gates family were a part of Jericho all the way back to the beginning, related to one of our founders of the town, Joseph Crackstone. The Gates family was the richest family in town. If you weren’t here at the time, then you don’t understand what it was like! Whatever they wanted, they got. Unless outcasts were involved.”
“Which relates to the murder how?” Harry asked.
“They loathed outcasts and Nevermore,” Mayor Walker said. “Ansel especially. He gave his son an ultimatum. He sent him off with poison and told him to wipe out every last outcast at the school.”
“And I’ll bet the poison was nightshade,” Harry said. “He must have messed up, though, considering it was in his own body when he died.”
Mayor Walker looked shocked and a bit frightened. “How do you know that?”
“Never mind how,” Harry said. “Your reaction tells me that it’s true. What I want to know is why you covered it up.”
Mayor Walker squeezed the blanket that was over his lower half and avoided looking Harry in the eye. “I had aspirations. I wasn’t going to stay a sheriff forever. By becoming mayor, I could help Jericho grow to be something even better, just the way I always dreamed of doing. And I did it! But I said, didn’t I? In those days, nothing went your way if you didn’t have the Gates family on your side. With your magic, you know that I’m not lying to you. What was I supposed to do? I swept the murder under the rug, and Ansel Gates ensured that when I ran, I was supported in all the ways I needed to win. Garrett was already dead. My decision didn’t hurt anybody!”
“So Garrett was already dying before Gomez and Morticia got involved?” Harry said.
“Yes,” the mayor admitted. “He was intending to commit murder at the time, too.”
Harry snorted. He gradually began to laugh.
“Thanks for being so cooperative,” he said. “That made everything a lot easier.”
Realization dawned on the mayor, and he loudly slapped an open palm against the wall behind his bed.
“You could never tell if I was lying or not, could you!?” he angrily accused Harry.
“Not at all,” Harry admitted. “There’s a potion for that, but a spell? That would just be way too convenient. Still, given all that I’ve heard here, I expect you to have Gomez’s name cleared quickly.”
However, the mayor still looked livid.
“If the truth magic was a lie,” Mayor Walker said, “then how many of the rest of your abilities were also made up…”
Harry sighed. He recognized the mayor’s mood. He was ashamed of the crime he committed, which was mixing with his anger at Harry fooling him and making him feel reckless. It would be good to cut this off before he got any ideas.
Harry hit the wall beside them with a silencing charm to suppress any noise in the area. Next, while the mayor watched, he sent a bright red beam from his wand that blasted the wall open like dynamite. The mayor gave an unmasculine squeal of fright which was perfectly audible, because the demolition of his wall had been completely silenced. While the mayor sat there with his jaw hanging open, Harry used his magic to reassemble it, all the destroyed bits and broken pieces flying back into place, creating a perfectly smooth wall again.
“Gomez Addams will be walking free by tomorrow morning, correct?” Harry said.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll get him out,” Mayor Walker said, looking at his wall. He turned back to Harry with big eyes. “I’ve lived in this city since I was born, but you are the most singularly terrifying outcast I’ve ever encountered.”
Harry chuckled.
“That’s only because you don’t know my roommate yet,” he said.
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When Harry returned to his room after everything, there were two people waiting for him and neither of them were Wednesday.
Morticia was back, and Principal Weems was at her side. This time, the principal was actually using her own appearance again. Weems was sitting on Harry’s bed while Morticia sat on Wednesday’s. There was an odd atmosphere between the women.
“Harry!” Morticia said. “What a delight to see you in good health. Larissa and I were just catching up on old times. Have you heard that we were roommates?”
“It’s true,” Principal Weems said. She sounded a lot less thrilled about sharing that.
“Yes, we went through all of Nevermore together,” Morticia said. “It’s good, reminiscing about old memories occasionally.”
“Enough of this already,” said the principal. “We’re not here to talk about that kind of thing on a night like tonight. You did well, Harry.”
“It must have been all that confidence you showed in me,” Harry said.
Principal Weems pretended that she hadn’t heard him.
“The ability to close out such messy situations without any kind of violence or injuries is impressive,” the principal said. “It’s a talent that I wish more outcasts displayed these days.”
“You were always good at covering up the messes the rest of us made,” Morticia said. “That’s probably how you ended up in charge of the school.”
“It has always been a talent of mine,” Principal Weems said. “One that you often made extensive use of, Morticia.”
“It even lets you cover up murders like with Rowan,” Harry said casually.
The principal looked like she’d been forced to chew on dirt.
“You knew,” she said unhappily. “Damn it. Yes, I’ll admit it here: I covered up a murder to avoid a panic. I’ll not apologize for that. Do you intend to undo my work?”
“Nah,” Harry said. Although his roommate might, and if she picked that path he wasn’t going to stop her.
“A decent consolation, I suppose,” Principal Weems sighed. “Now, the matter that I was actually here for. That both of us are here for. Harry, you have been busy tonight, and your actions have done great good for Jericho. That deserves a reward.
“What kind of reward?” Harry asked.
Morticia pulled her top down.
Those big buxom tits of hers bounced with the motion. Harry could still see marks on them from the fun that happened hours before. She smiled enticingly at Harry.
As hot as Morticia was, Harry was more focused on Larissa Weems’ presence. How was the principal involved in this? The blond shapeshifter released a big sigh.
“If it were not so important to properly reward him…” she moaned.
“Come on Larissa,” Morticia said. “Won’t it be fun to bring back the trick from our school days?”
“It’s demeaning,” the principal complained. “Although tonight… With my powers, I won’t lose to you, Morticia!”
“I look forward to seeing how you’ve grown,” Morticia said.
The principal’s body changed all over. Her hair went from being as white as snow to being as black as a raven. Her body expanded in all the right places too. Larissa Weems wasn’t ugly, but Morticia Addams was on another level and Weems clearly knew that. So with her power, she became a second Morticia. Harry’s dick got scarily hard.
“Men always adored this,” said the new Morticia bitterly.
The two stood up off the beds they'd been sitting on. Morticia let her dress fall the rest of the way off, showing that she wasn’t wearing panties, while the principal’s clothes just disappeared, showing they had been part of her powers in the first place.
The Morticias swaggered toward Harry from opposite directions shaking their childbearing hips. As they came close they dropped onto their hands and knees and crawled the last part of the way. Harry pulled off his shirt when he saw the way that this was going. They got to his pants before he could.
They opened up his pants and pushed down his boxers together. When Harry’s dick sprung out he could tell which was the real Morticia, because the fake one showed surprise at his side.
“This is the biggest one we’ve ever had to handle,” said the fake Morticia.
“I guess we’ll just have to do our best,” said the other Morticia, jerking Harry off a couple of times to warm him up.
After that, they used their mouths on him in tandem. They licked him from his balls to his tip from opposite sides. Despite the bickering they had shown before, they worked together completely perfectly. This was obviously not the first time that they played the role of twins doing something like this.
Harry was unable to stop himself from putting his hands on the back of their heads. They let out identical giggles. One ducked down to his balls, the other going up to his tip and sliding her lips down.
Just like when Morticia was coaching Wednesday, this blowjob wasn’t all about roughness. An experienced tongue was working Harry’s sensitive dick to make it feel as good as possible. The feeling was sensual, like watching a master at her craft.
The Morticia’s traded, the one who had been imbibing his shaft going to suck on his balls while the other took her turn putting him in her throat. He quickly found out that the one bobbing her head along him now was the principal, because while her tongue wasn’t quite as skilled as the actual Morticia’s, it changed sizes.
At times it grew to three times the length of a normal tongue. She deepthroated him briefly (although not all the way to his base) pulled back, and popped her lips off. She then looked up at him, leaving her tongue wrapped around Harry. It extended around his significant girth four times, that’s just how long it was. It started to wriggle and Harry shuddered with pleasure.
Both of them had found the right places for their best talents. That freaky—but incredibly stimulating—tongue was doing incredible things to Harry’s dick, while below that Morticia worshiped his nutsack. All the skill he complimented her on was still present, her deft licks hitting him in all the right ways.
Experienced women really were different; they even knew when Harry was about to cum without him saying anything. Weems’ tongue retracted back into her mouth while she put her lips around his tip. This way she caught his spunk in her mouth, relishing it with proud eyes, happy that she was the one to break him and not Morticia. Harry didn’t have the heart to tell her that the work had really been 50-50.
While Weems caught most of his load, a few trails leaked and ran down Harry’s stiff length past her lips. These reached the real Morticia, who lapped them up with that expert tongue of hers.
By the time Harry was done squirting out semen, the women had cleanly absorbed it all without leaving a drop on either of their bodies. That was IMPRESSIVE.
“Wow,” Harry said.
They looked at each other, then stood up and each grabbed one of his hands. They dragged him over to his bed. The real Morticia lay down on her side invitingly, and Weems pushed Harry on after her.
Harry ended up on his back with his head resting on Morticia’s more than generous bosom. She wrapped him up in a hug, pressing her tits onto him. Meanwhile Weems climbed onto him and pinned down his waist. Her fingers pointed his dick up while she moved her hips to line her entrance up.
“Behold, Mortica! My hidden power!” she said.
Their challenge was fairly one sided, because Morticia just eagerly said: “Go on and show us!”
Weems slammed her hips down, still looking identical to Morticia. Harry’s eyes got wide, and he moaned. He wasn’t sure how Morticia was supposed to see it, but he could certainly feel what the principal had been talking about. Just like with her tongue, she was using her shapeshifter abilities to their absolute maximum.
As soon as Harry was inside of her she made her pussy smaller and tighter to the point that Harry could feel every single part of her insides. She simultaneously enhanced her ass, since she was riding him reverse cowgirl style. Morticia was by no means flat back there, but Weems made her ass even bigger. Every time she came down it clapped and jiggled against Harry’s abs.
“Behold!” she shouted. “Be-behold!”
Her initially confident shouts stuttered and started to taper as she got wet and started cumming. Harry was pretty fucking big after all, so by making herself tighter she was only feeling it more. She quickly started moaning and groaning too much to speak properly. The real Morticia tilted Harry’s face toward her.
“Come here,” she said. “I’ve seen how you look at them. Enjoy to your heart’s content the one thing my dear daughter lacks.”
That was, obviously, the flesh mountains on her chest. Harry bit and sucked on them, and no matter how rabidly he did it Morticia simply smiled and urged him on. She wasn’t as wildly masochistic as her daughter, but she could obviously handle it extremely rough.
“Gahhhhhh!”
Harry lost track of time as his dick was milked by experienced hips and he had his fill of such a nice rack. It was probably at least ten minutes that he was lost in the pleasure, and he would’ve spaced out for even longer if it wasn’t for Weems basically beating herself in her self imposed competition.
By making herself so tight she’d started feeling too good, more than she could handle, and released an orgasm that reduced her whole body to trembling.
“Oh great witch in the sky,” Weems said breathlessly, bringing out an expletive Harry had never heard before.
She promptly fell forward, sliding off Harry’s dick and returning to her original form. She had passed out.
“Larissa really has come up with some new tricks,” Morticia said. “It's a shame that she herself can’t quite keep up with them.”
Harry could only nod.
Morticia laughed softly and helped him sit up.
“Shall we?” she asked.
Harry’s dick throbbed again. It had been used extensively within the last 24 hours… but that was nothing that he wasn’t used to. And besides, this offer was too good to pass up.
He rolled Morticia onto her back. She smiled at him placidly, beckoning him to keep going. Harry thrusted into her with all his force, causing her huge breasts to jiggle, hickeys on them and all.
“What lovely enthusiasm,” Morticia said. “Go ahead, Harry. Show me the benefits of youth.”
Harry would’ve done that even if she’d said nothing. When you had a woman like this underneath you, you’d have to be crazy to not give it your all.
Remembering how well she handled his harsh bites earlier, Harry wasn’t shy about using his teeth now. He bit Morticia’s neck and used his hands on her breasts, groping them.
Morticia’s legs stuck up past his hips while he pounded her from above. The entire bed shook he was fucking her so hard. Morticia ran her long and spindly (but soft) fingers along Harry’s back. It eventually developed into a sensual sort of hug.
“You have helped Wednesday time and again, and now you’ve helped the rest of my family as well,” Morticia whispered while he bit her neck. “For that, you deserve the GREATEST of rewards. Today is safe. So please, Harry… Do as you please.”
Something animalistic awakened inside of Harry. He got even rougher, violating Morticia’s body with her consent. The bed shook so badly that Principal Weems woke up. She looked back, seeing what was happening, and rolled over to watch.
“All the best boys go so rabid over you Morticia,” she said jealously.
“It’s because I treat them so well,” Morticia said.
She tightened her legs around Harry’s hips and held him down. With a final thrust he let loose. Cum spurted out of Morticia’s hole and ran down her taint onto the bed while Harry lay on top of her, panting with total satisfaction. Despite her sour words, the principal was too turned on, and was left to touch herself as she watched Morticia get creampied.
Harry felt Morticia pull his head down, staring into his eyes.
“I can tell for certain now, Harry,” Morticia said. “You will treat my daughter SO well. Words cannot express how grateful I am that she found you. So please, even though I’m sure I need not ask this, won’t you continue to look out for her?”
Harry could merely nod, too breathless to summon words. However, he still meant it. He considered that a promise, verbal or not, and he took those very seriously.
He didn’t know that very soon, that promise would turn out to be even more work than he expected.
