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Interrogation Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-05-09 03:00:05 +0000 UTCEdit: I forgot to say, but there's an asterisk in the middle of a word on this chapter because I wanted to use it, but I was worried that Patreon's AI filter would strike the chapter. You'll see when you get there. I know it's a little annoying to read the word like that, but if it keeps the chapter from being taken down, I thought it was worth trying.
Panting and breathing heavily, Harry slowly lowered his wand. Around him, a strange silence settled over the room. At first, nobody cheered. The Death Eaters were the first to realize that their master was no more, and slowly, everyone else realized it too. There were cheers, and shouted spells, as Harry’s allies overwhelmed Voldemort’s masterless servants with raucous energy.
Soon Harry was swept up in cheers and hugs. He appreciated it, but he did his best to wave them away.
“There’s somewhere I have to go,” he tried to tell them. “Someone I have to get.”
The mother of his child.
2 YEARS LATER
“Now now, you have to eat your veggies,” Bellatrix said.
“No! I won’t do it!” A toddler in front of her flipped their plate, sending green vegetables falling over the table, then crossed their arms with a big pout. “NO green things!”
Bellatrix’s eye twitched as she looked at her daughter. From the other side of the table, Harry watched carefully, worried that the dark curses were going to come out. But he was worried for nothing. Bellatrix handled it like a real mother… kind of.
“See these?” Bellatrix picked up one of the pieces of broccoli. “It looks like a tree, right?”
Still looking suspicious, her and Harry’s daughter—Lillian Potter—slowly nodded.
Bellatrix tilted the broccoli in her hands. “And in these trees, there are lots of squirrels living there. Lots and lots of them.”
Harry wondered where she was going with this. Their daughter’s eyes had widened though. She suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the broccoli and cramming it into her mouth. Even though Harry could see that she still hated the taste, she chewed and swallowed it. Bellatrix looked smug, using her wand to levitate all the other broccolis back onto the plate.
“Do they have squirrels too?” Lillian asked.
“Do they ever!” Bellatrix said with a broad smile.
Lillian didn’t stop until the plate was completely cleared off.
Having already finished his own dinner, Harry shook his head. Bellatrix was like a different woman these days. He and Hermione had kept her on house arrest so that she could be monitored. There was no way they were letting her be shipped off to Azkaban with his kid inside her. And after Lillian was born (the name a compromise between Lily like Harry wanted and Bellatrix’s personal tastes) they were so used to having her that they allowed Bellatrix to stay. She was pretty much unrecognizable.
To prove this point, Harry looked Bellatrix over. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was wearing an apron that stuck to her curvy figure. Although the days of lactation had passed, her already big boobs had gotten more massive. She was a little bit thicker in all places than she used to be, which Harry didn’t mind. It gave more to grab. The most surprising change was her expressions. Right now, she smiled at her daughter, and not in a crazy sadistic way. She looked like a well adjusted woman, somehow.
Although the fact that chowing down on happy squirrel families motivated their daughter to eat, maybe implied that some of those sadistic tendencies had been passed down. It was something Harry would have to keep an eye on going forward.
Bellatrix caught him looking and smiled. Harry smiled too, shaking his head slightly. In the next room over, the door opened and closed.
“Home.” That was all Hermione could say as she dragged herself inside, slumping on the couch and covering her face.
“Do you want dinner?” Harry asked.
“Too tired…” Hermione moaned.
Despite her age, she was one of the busiest people at the entire reformed ministry of magic. It didn’t help that she had to butt her nose in any ongoing issues, knowing she could help make things better. She was right, generally, because her expertise had been invaluable to dozens of projects, but she didn’t really know how to conserve a workload.
Recently, when Hermione made it home she was pretty much comatose. She was happy, though. She knew that she was making a difference. And Harry was happy for her, because he knew she was happy.
He did wish his lover could have a little bit more free time, but he wasn’t selfish enough to complain about that to her.
“Alright, Lillian,” Bellatrix said behind him. “It’s bedtime.”
“No!” Lillian crossed her arms.
“Yes,” Bellatrix said. “Come on. I’ll tell you stories about all the bad wizards your daddy caught.”
As Bellatrix took their daughter to her bedroom, Harry went over to the couch. He leaned down next to Hermione, petting her forehead. When he brushed her bangs aside, her eyes were closed. She was snoring softly. Harry sighed with a small smile.
He went to his own bedroom, planning to read a few reports from his auror trainees, then turn in for bed. He only worked for about a half hour, got into his sleeping clothes—which were just his boxers and a big old t-shirt—and crawled into his bed.
When he was on the edge of sleep, he heard the door creak open.
“Hermione? Coming to bed?” Harry asked into the dark.
His answer was a soft melodic giggle. The bed shifted as another body was added to it.
“She’s tired. Too sleepy. But don’t worry… you have me!”
Harry had pushed himself up and was sitting against the headboard, looking down at Bellatrix. She had left the door open a crack, allowing in a sliver of light he could see by. She was still wearing the apron that she had been earlier. She was just wearing it with nothing else.
Harry could see her back and her ass as she lay on this stomach between his legs. Her hands pulled down his boxers. His cock popped out, quickly getting hard. Bellatrix giggled. She put it in her mouth, allowing it to thicken between her lips and fill her mouth. Once it had grown to a suitable girth, she started to lift her head and slide it down. Moist noises could be heard, and Harry groaned.
Bellatrix’s dark eyes were looking up at him as she worked. Soon, he was hard enough that he entered her throat when she pushed down him, and the tighter sensation on his cockhead felt divine. Harry put his hands on the back of her head, petting her hair. He didn’t push down. There was absolutely no need. Like a maniac, Bellatrix choked herself on him, pushing the limits of human lungs as she gulped down his cockmeat.
It was little surprise that Harry soon burst, releasing his cream inside of her. Bellatrix gulped it down seamlessly, dragging her head off of him looking no worse for wear.
“It’s fine if Hermione is tired,” Bellatrix said, jerking off his wet shaft as she looked at him. “I’ll never be too tired for you, Harry! You can use me whenever you like. Anywhere, in any way!”
Harry recalled the almost normal seeming mother he’d seen at the dinner table earlier that evening. He’d marveled at how much Bellatrix changed…. But that was just because her fanaticism had been channeled in a new and much more constructive direction.
She served him as dutifully as she ever served Tom Riddle. Harry’s needs were just different. Instead of awful dark magic, she served him by offering up her sinful body. And Harry wasn’t shy about taking it.
His hands that were still on her hair tightened. He spun around, getting behind her, and forced her head down. Bellatrix laughed, which turned to moaning as Harry spanked her ass. With the bit of extra weight she’d put on, her thighs and lower back jiggled just like the cheeks of her ass. Harry hit it three more times.
He let go of her hair temporarily to get his shirt off, rendering him completely naked. Bellatrix didn’t even try to get up. Harry admired her body from the back for a moment. On her knees with her head down and her ass up, her bale flesh was bare in all the ways that mattered, the only clothing on her being her apron, tied around her waist and hooked over her neck. Harry planted his feet on the bed, crouching, making the springs inside of the bed squeak. They were about to get a whole lot louder.
He shoved his dick into Bellatrix’s pussy in this position. The thrust was strong enough for her ass to ripple wildly. Harry promptly grabbed the loop of the apron around her neck and hauled back with two hands. Bellatrix choked.
He made the apron act almost like a leash, asphyxiating her and pulling her head up from the bed as he thrusted into her. Bellatrix’s moans were somewhat stilted as her throat was partly closed. Her pussy immediately started cumming.
“Look what you’ve become,” Harry said. He let go with one hand to reach down to Bellatrix’s side, grabbing her chub. There was just enough of it to squeeze between his fingers. “Putting on weight. Living like a housewife. Do you enjoy it?”
“I luuuve it!” Bellatrix gasped. “Anything for you…”
Harry squeezed until he’d left finger marks on her side, then spanked her.
“Some dark witch you are,” he said.
“I’m not a dark witch!” Bellatrix moaned. “Not anymore! I don’t even care about being a witch! I just wanna be your whore…”
“Good!” Harry said. “Because you already are!”
He quickly switched holes. Bellatrix had come so much that his dick was saturated with pussy juices, enough that it slid into her asshole without slowing down. Because Harry was crouching, he could fuck her fast and hard. Hermione wasn’t the only one with an intensive ministry job, and although Harry wasn’t as perpetually tired as his best friend, it left him with plenty of stress to get out. Perfect for Bellatrix. She loved it best when he was unendingly rough anyway.
He absolutely conquered her asshole. The clapping of their bodies emanated through the room, and Harry really hoped that Bellatrix remembered the silencing charm. Otherwise, they were definitely going to be heard by everyone in the house. With the way her ass was clapping, they could probably even wake up Hermione.
Harry grimaced as he felt himself about to cum. He let go of his makeshift “leash” and instead shoved Bellatrix’s head back down with two hands on her shoulders. He shoved his body against hers, emptying his load into her asshole, taking a moment to catch his breath.
Bellatrix muttered something under her breath.
“What was that?” Harry asked.
Bellatrix twisted to look back at him from the corner of her eye. “I said: is that all that you’ve got?”
Harry forgot all about resting, just like she hoped he would. He hauled her up while Bellatrix laughed uproariously. Soon Harry was standing up on the bed, his arms holding Bellatrix up by the thighs, forcing her legs open. Her apron was still on, veiling her front, but Harry didn’t care since he was able to feel her warmth through her back. Harry thrusted into her from below, making her howl once more.
He’d been right. The bedsprings were definitely louder now. He could smell Bellatrix’s girly perfume, the kind he knew she put on just for him; just for this. As Harry growled and fucked her hard and fast in his arms, Bellatrix forced words out through her moans.
“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” she screamed.
Harry grunted, feeling her head against his chest. “Good how?”
“Ohhhh, I’ve done all of it,” she said. “I’ve been a good mo*mmy! I’ve been the best!”
Harry thought about disagreeing, since he liked to rile her up in bed, but ultimately didn’t. She was right, she had been good. Sometimes, she needed to be told as much.
“Yeah,” he growled. “You’ve been good.”
Bellatrix twisted against his chest, her beautiful dark features alight with excitement. “Give me another one then!” she shouted. “Please! I can handle it!”
Harry was thinking with his balls much more than his brain at this point, so he didn’t even hesitate… but really, he doubted he would’ve made a different choice even in different circumstances.
“Don’t regret this,” he said.
He kissed her from above, and Bellatrix relished the touch. Her pussy got as wet as a swamp, Harry thrusting into it furiously. With the help of potions, even ones imbibed after that fact, a single creampie could easily knock up any witch. So Harry went and went, and when his balls grew tight, he spewed their prize all over Bellatrix’s insides.
Her low moan echoed through the room, sounding like a woman broken in the best imaginable way. Her apron was still on, the lower half hanging down between her spread legs like a veil. As Harry’s dick slid out of her, excess cum dripped down, pouring past that veil like a waterfall while the rest of his seed swam deeper into her body, knocking Bellatrix up. They were still kissing, even though Bellatrix had pretty much gone limp. Finally, Harry pulled his tongue out of her mouth.
“Continue to impress me,” Harry commanded.
He already knew that she would.
