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Tenebrae Et Lux Chapter 10 (Old Chapter Unlocked For All Patrons!)
🕑 Added 2024-03-08 02:20:01 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Spanking, Toys, Collars, Teasing, Anal, Overstimulation.
Wednesday stirred back into consciousness at the sound of birds chirping. Her body was sore, every muscle aching as she reluctantly pushed herself up into a sitting position.
She grinned as she looked around at their bedroom. Her hand subconsciously went to her neck and her fingers gently traced the rune-inscribed collar. No matter how many times she revisited her vision, she always took a moment to enjoy the soft leather and the gentle pressure around her neck. She pulled her hand up to eye level, her smile growing as she studied her wedding ring. A part of her still wondered how hard he had fucked her to get her to say yes.
Her dress was the same as ever. Instead of the white blouse and gray skirt of her Hogwarts uniform, she was now wearing a forest green sheer nightgown that hugged her curves and flared out at the waist.
She turned towards the sound of breathing, smiling at the sight of Harry sprawled out on the bed next to her, fast asleep. Desire stirred in her loins as she gazed at the smattering of hair on his chest. Her gaze slowly shifted lower, moving past his abs and following the thin trail of hair that disappeared into his pants.
She wondered if it had worked.
Only one way to find out.
She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, rousing him from his slumber.
“Morning,” Harry murmured, lazily opening his eyes. He grinned and leaned up when she pulled away from him, capturing her lips for a quick kiss.
It took him a minute to realize he had sat up on his own and that he wasn’t in any pain. There were no bandages on his hands and legs and he wasn’t in the hospital room.
“It worked?!”
Wednesday nodded. “That was incredibly fast. It took me a while to realize I was in a vision the first time my powers showed me all this.”
“We have a huge bedroom,” Harry murmured as he studied the room they were in. His eyes rested on the headband on his nightstand and he grinned. “Glad to see some things never change. You’re still my little hellcat,” he murmured as he picked it up and gently pushed it into her free hair. The pitch-black kitten ears looked adorable on her.
“You know, I didn’t expect our bedroom to look like this,” Harry murmured as he wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her into his lap. He took a second to study her, his heart speeding up as he gazed at her pale cheeks and plump, black lips. While some things never changed, others definitely had. She was as short as ever but was now curvier, with her firm tear-drop-shaped breasts straining against the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her puffy brown nipples were stiff and poked through the gown, just begging for attention.
Harry groaned softly as she pressed against him and trapped his rapidly hardening cock between the firm cheeks of her ass.
“What’d you expect?”
“More chains and whips for one. A lot of candles?”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “We have two daughters. Did you really expect our future selves to turn our bedroom into a kink dungeon?”
“I guess not, Miss Addams.”
His lopsided grin caused her heart to flutter.
“Mrs. Potter,” Wednesday corrected him breathily, holding up her hand to show him her wedding ring.
Harry groaned as his cock twitched against her thigh.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Wednesday whispered teasingly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to grind against him, coaxing his cock to life. “I still have no idea how you convinced me marriage was a good idea.”
“It’s my biggest fantasy,” Harry said hoarsely.
Wednesday’s eyes widened. “Your biggest fantasy is me as your wife?”
“And a family of our own,” Harry whispered breathlessly.
This wasn’t random, Wednesday thought in a moment of sudden realization. Her connection to him had shown her what he wanted the most.
She hopped off his lap. Ignoring his disappointed groan she grabbed his wrist and made him get off the bed and onto his feet. “Come on. I want to show you the rest of the house.”
Harry nodded and followed her out of the dark bedroom, his heart racing.
Their house seemed to be a perfect fusion of their tastes. The walls were painted the same shade of black as their bedroom, contrasting perfectly with the polished hardwood. Macabre paintings, both magical and mundane, dotted the walls on either side of them. Harry’s eyes rested on the portrait of a familiar redhead. The woman inside was sleeping but there was no mistaking who she was.
Harry resisted the urge to wake his mother and followed Wednesday as she padded silently towards the eerie green glow flooding the hallway. It came from the room next to theirs, and the door was ajar. She silently pushed it open and his eyes widened at the sight of two girls sleeping in coffin-shaped beds, their faces illuminated by the green glow of the lava lamp placed on the nightstand between their beds. Even if he had missed their jet-black hair or the pair of glasses on the part of the nightstand closer to the younger girl, there was no mistaking who they were.
“Our daughters?” Harry asked, resting a trembling hand on Wednesday’s shoulder.
Wednesday nodded. “Yes. Lily and Dora. They look like me but they’re just like you in every way that matters,” she whispered.
“You’ve talked to them?”
“A couple of times. We’re in an echo of the future so they didn’t realize I was from the past. They were not happy with their mother waking them up at the crack of dawn. Lily nearly stabbed me with the knife she keeps under her pillow.”
Harry chuckled. “I’d expect nothing less from our child.”
“Do you want to talk to them?”
“And risk getting skewered by our daughter’s knife? No thank you,” Harry teased before sobering up. “I dunno. Maybe another time? This is perfect for now. Can we just watch them for a little while longer?”
Wednesday nodded. She leaned into his chest and they stood in place, admiring their daughters for a minute before she grabbed the doorknob and shut the door.
She took Harry’s hand and led him down the stairs to the kitchen and adjoining living room of their rustic cottage.
Harry glanced at the dark, foreboding forest outside the shut window. The sun had barely risen above the horizon and the sky was shifting from black to purple. He followed her into the living room, studying the framed photos on the mantelpiece above the fireplace.
“Hermione and Enid have triplets,” Harry murmured, picking up the photo of their best friends. They were seated on the marble steps of the main building of the British Museum. Both of them were smiling and Hermione cradled a toddler in her arms while Enid balanced two on her lap. “All three of them look just like Enid. Blonde hair, green eyes, and beautiful smiles.”
“Enid has gray eyes, darling,” Wednesday pointed out, her eyes twinkling playfully. She wondered how long it’d take him to figure it out. “But yes, they do. Three more Enids in the world. Goddess help us all,” she murmured. She gently grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together. “Come on. There’s one more room I want to show you.”
She led him to the shut door of their basement. The brass doorknob glowed dully when she grabbed it. The wards recognized her presence and the door unlocked. She pushed it open and pulled him onto the stairs that led down to the basement. She carefully shut the door behind her and climbed down the stairs.
Harry’s eyes widened as he entered the basement. A fire was roaring in the small fireplace, flooding the room with light and warmth. Purple candles were suspended in the air at regular intervals, supplementing the light provided by the fire and casting long shadows on the red walls of the room.
Every wall had racks, cabinets, and cupboards arranged against them. A pair of cuffs attached to chains dangled in the center of the room. One corner was dominated by a large bed with pitch-black satin sheets.
“Why keep a small chest of toys hidden under our bed when we can have a whole dungeon?” Wednesday asked, pulling open a drawer in the cabinet closest to her to reveal rows of neatly arranged buttplugs.
“Wow,” Harry breathed as he walked around the room, randomly pulling open drawers and closet doors and exploring their contents. His eyes widened as his gaze shifted to the only picture on the small mantelpiece above the fireplace.
“Wednesday?” he croaked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. “There’s a picture of Hermione, Enid, you, and me. We’re cuddling on the bed in this room and I’m pretty sure we’re naked.”
“And?”
“You just threatened to rip my dick off if I presumed you’d share me with another woman!”
Wednesday smirked and padded over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against him, burying her face in his back. “Enid and Hermione don’t count.”
“They don’t?”
“Enid is a werewolf, Harry. Werewolves go into heat and they need to breed. Did you know Enid has eight siblings? She’s going to have her first heat on her twenty-first birthday. Then, every year for a week after her birthday she’s going to have baby fever. Enid told me it feels like an itch in the brain. She can only go a few years without scratching it until she goes insane.”
“So… I scratch that itch?”
“Why do you think their triplets have green eyes?” Her good humor evaporated when Harry stayed silent. “You have a big happy family. I know it’s not a conventional family-”
Harry whirled around and cupped her cheeks, cutting her off mid-sentence with a bruising kiss. His mouth drowned out Wednesday’s needy moan and he took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue into the warm embrace of her mouth.
She immediately rose to the challenge, both of them dueling playfully while her trembling fingers dug into the waistband of his pajamas and pushed them down his legs.
Harry groaned as his throbbing manhood sprang free. Her peculiar scent of roses and freshly dug earth enveloped his senses as he pulled away, gasping for breath.
“I always knew my life with you would never be conventional,” Harry whispered. He grabbed her shoulders to stop her from kneeling and roughly turned her around, his free arm wrapping around her waist to trap her in place. “This won’t happen for years. I have enough time to wrap my head around it,” he murmured as he grabbed the edges of her nightgown and ripped it in two. The tattered fabric pooled around her ankles.
Wednesday nodded silently, her mind fuzzy with arousal and his ever-growing presence. She shivered as her naked body was caressed by a gentle gust of warm wind.
“For now I’m more than happy with what I’ve seen. This house and the promise of a big, happy family,” Harry whispered. He led her to the bed and bent her over its edge, smirking when his gaze was pulled to the dull glint of the ruby nestled between her firm asscheeks.
“Belongs to Harry James Potter.” Harry’s fingers traced the engraved words on the rim of the hilt of the buttplug. “Is that true?” he asked, gently pulling the plug free from her ass. It was half as long and almost as thick as his cock and the silver metal glinted in the candlelight as he held it up to study it.
“I’m your hellcat. Now and forever,” Wednesday promised. She spread her legs, giving him a glimpse of her wet folds. Her thighs gleamed with the arousal streaming down her legs, the heady scent of her juices filling the air around them.
“Hands behind your back.”
Wednesday complied immediately and pulled her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists to make it easier for him to cuff them.
“I must say, you’ve gotten better at obeying instructions, Mrs. Potter.”
“Maybe you’ve gotten better at making me obey.” Wednesday wiggled her cute butt, drawing his attention to the faint bruises on her alabaster skin.
Harry chuckled as he walked over with the toys he had grabbed.
“SIR!” Wednesday’s half-lidded eyes flew open when Harry pushed the wingless snitch into her wet folds, pressing it firmly against her clit. The golden ball began to buzz violently against the sensitive nub, overstimulating her within seconds. She kicked her legs helplessly and instinctively pushed herself off the bed, only for Harry to place a hand on her back and roughly push her back onto her belly.
SMACK!
Wednesday moaned as Harry’s palm made contact with her aching bum.
“Hands behind your back,” he growled, using his free hand to squirt lube onto his shaft. He groaned quietly as he began to pump his cock, smearing the lube onto his length.
“Y-yes, s-sir,” Wednesday moaned, her thighs already trembling. The snitch was magically suspended and pressed right against her bundle of nerves. She slowly pulled her arms behind her back and crossed her wrists.
The soft leather of the cuffs caressed her skin as they wrapped around her wrists, trapping her arms in place.
We’re going to have many more children if this is how my husband treats me every night, Wednesday thought as she wiggled her bum again.
SMACK!
“Who’s my good girl?”
“Enid?”
SMACK!
“Hermione?” Wednesday moaned, turning her head to hide her giddy smile in the sheets.
SMACK!
“Fuck!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“ME!” Wednesday shrieked. Her cheeks were bright pink. A gush of arousal leaked out of her as pain bloomed in her ass, the dull ache transporting her to the familiar happiness of Subspace.
Wednesday groaned as Harry grabbed her cheeks and spread them.
Harry paused and took a minute to admire her tight, puckered hole before slowly pushing his tip into her ass. The lube eased his way inside her but it was a snug fit. Her walls fluttered and clamped down on his thick, veiny shaft, burning and aching as they were stretched to their limits.
Wednesday was panting for breath by the time he was halfway inside her, moaning and babbling incoherently. The combination of him claiming her tight ass and the snitch vibrating against her clit overloaded her senses with the perfect combination of pleasure and pain.
Wednesday Potter was in masochistic heaven.
Harry grabbed her shoulders and pulled her flush against his chest, sheathing himself inside her ass with one firm thrust.
“Harry!” Wednesday moaned, trembling in his arms. The coil of tension in the pit of her belly grew tighter with every passing second. Her hands instinctively strained against the cuffs keeping them in place in a futile attempt to reach between her spread thighs. She wanted, no, needed something to fill her needy pussy.
“Sir, please,” Wednesday begged as Harry began to lazily rock in and out of her aching ass. The deprivation, the denial of stimulation to her core was turning her on even further.
“Your tits have gotten bigger,” Harry murmured as he massaged her heavy breasts with his free hand. He pinched a stiff brown nub between his fingers and tugged on it, drawing a strangled shriek from her lips. Harry was breathing heavily but was in complete control of both their bodies. His body had years of experience even if his mind was fresh and muscle memory took over as he thrust in and out of her.
“L-late bloomer,” Wednesday mumbled, her mind completely focused on the massive shaft plunging deep into her ass every few seconds.
Pleasure. Pain. Pain. Pleasure. She had no idea where one ended and the other started. Her entire body was on fire and her poor nerves were overloaded with sensations.
Harry groaned quietly as her walls massaged his length with every thrust. She was impossibly tight and it was only through sheer willpower that he found the strength to keep going.
He gritted his teeth and sped up, pounding her pert ass. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the dungeon as his balls smacked against her thighs with every thrust. He could feel the pressure in them increase slowly and knew he was fighting a losing battle.
She was close. He could sense it.
His fingers loosened their grip on her waist and moved in between her spread thighs. He grabbed the vibrating snitch and gently pushed it inside her needy core.
“HARRY!” Wednesday screamed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as an unexpected wave of arousal crashed into her. She came without warning, drenching the snitch and his hand with her juices. Her cum streamed down her thighs, coating her legs and forming a small puddle between her feet.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Harry groaned. Her walls clamped down on his cock as she came. Movement was nearly impossible and Harry shallowly rocked in and out of her, trying to hold on for as long as possible.
He managed a few more strokes before he erupted with a roar, burying his cock deep into her ass as he came. Rope after rope of thick, warm cum coated her stretched, aching walls.
Harry chuckled tiredly at her needy whine when he pulled out of her. He gently dropped the half-conscious girl onto the bed. His twitching cock shot one last rope of cum onto her ass and back.
Harry was too tired to move and so he stayed rooted in place, gazing at the trickle of his seed leaking out of his wife’s gaping ass. It snaked down to her thigh, intermingling with her cum before the mixture made its way down her slender leg.
This was a future worth fighting for, and he wouldn’t let anyone take it away from them.
---
The Leaky Cauldron, Three Days Later:
“Well, I must say this is a pleasant surprise,” Narcissa murmured as she opened the door. She gazed at the two women standing outside her room for a second, almost like she was trying to figure out if they posed a threat to her. “Do come in. It’s rare for me to have visitors other than my sister these days,” she murmured, stepping aside once she was seemingly satisfied Hermione and Wednesday weren’t there to harm her.
Hermione loosened the grip on her wand and pulled her hand out of her pocket as she walked inside the room.
“It’s rather sparse, but I doubt you’d have preferred I entertain you in Malfoy Manor after your past experiences there. In any case, as I’m sure you’re aware, the Manor has been confiscated while my ex-husband awaits trial,” Narcissa murmured, sighing at Hermione’s curt nod. It was more civility than she expected or deserved. “Dark hair in pigtails, silver rings, and a murderous expression. You must be the girl tormenting my son,” she added as she turned to Wednesday.
“Nothing he doesn’t deserve. But I’m glad to see I’ve left an impression,” Wednesday replied without an ounce of remorse as she sat on the only couch in the room. Hermione was next to her, tense and ready to intervene in case she needed to stop a fight.
“You don’t have to worry. I don’t know enough about his mother to dislike her,” Wednesday said without turning. Her dislike of Draco Malfoy was ideological, not personal. She hated bullies, always had.
“Well, that is reassuring. Rumour has it you’ve terrified the entire castle with the exception of a certain young man. I could always sense Mister Potter had a taste for danger. A mundane life was never for him.”
“He has a soft spot for you.”
“That tends to happen when you save someone’s life,” Narcissa replied placidly as she settled into the armchair opposite them. “I presume this isn’t a social visit.”
“It isn’t,” Hermione confirmed, staring dubiously at the teapot Narcissa was using to pour tea into cups for them.
“Relax, Miss Granger. My life is finally my own. I’m free from my husband’s influence and control. I’m getting to work for the first time in my life. Fortesque hired me,” Narcissa revealed as she held out the cup for Hermione. “Why would I ruin it by doing something as monumentally stupid as poisoning you?”
Wednesday shrugged as she picked up her cup from the table. “She has a point. Plus, if we can’t trust her enough to drink her tea how can we trust the information she gives us?”
Hermione reluctantly took the cup from Narcissa’s hand.
“Information? What sort of information would you need that only I can provide?” Narcissa asked, resting her chin on her interlocked fingers.
“Bold of you to presume you’re the only one who can help us,” Hermione muttered as she sipped the perfectly brewed tea.
“No offense Miss Granger, but I’m not a nitwit. If there was anyone else in the world that could help you with whatever it is that you need assistance with, you would not be here.”
“I like her,” Wednesday murmured, glancing at Hermione. “How did someone as smart as you end up with a son like Malfoy?”
“I blame his father.”
“Fair.”
“So, what information do you need from me?”
“You gave all the information you had about Voldemort-” Hermione paused and sighed when Narcissa flinched at the use of the name. She took a deep breath and continued. “The Death Eaters and their Organizational Structure to the Ministry.”
“That was the condition for my release, yes. They’re all either caught or dead as far as I know. A few low-level Snatchers are on the run but it’s only a matter of time before the task force instituted by our new Minister apprehends them.”
“She was too powerful to be a Snatcher,” Hermione muttered under her breath. Commanding an army of Inferi was no easy task.
“She?”
“Someone attacked Harry and me a few days ago,” Wednesday chimed in. Beating around the bush was counterproductive. Besides, the destruction (while blamed on a gas line explosion) was well-documented in the Muggle papers and it was only a matter of time before the Daily Prophet picked it up. “A mysterious woman who seems to have a strong connection to Voldemort. The way she talked about him… it was almost like she loves him.”
“Is my sister back from the dead?” Narcissa asked dryly. “That sounds like her. Pure unadulterated hatred for Potter and the woman he loves and a maniacal obsession with the Dark Lord.”
“She didn’t make Horcruxes, did she?” Wednesday hissed under her breath.
“I don’t think so. I really hope she didn’t,” Hermione muttered.
“Relax,” Narcissa murmured, alarmed at their tense postures. “She isn’t alive. I’d be dead if she was. I’m worse than Potter in her eyes. I betrayed her precious Dark Lord.” She lapsed into silence as she mulled things over. It was in her self-interest and the interest of her son to be as helpful as possible. “Was she successful? In her attack? I’ve seen Potter fight, it’s not easy to defeat him in a duel.”
“Fairly.” Wednesday took a deep breath and tamped down the terror she felt every time she relived the events of that day. “She commanded an army of Inferi with ease. She also knew how to make them resistant to fire-”
“That’s… not possible,” Narcissa murmured, her eyes widening.
“Well, she figured out a way,” Hermione muttered with a scowl. She hated not knowing how something was achieved, especially something as dangerous as creating practically indestructible Inferi. “From the way Wednesday described her, she sounded just as insane as Bellatrix.”
Narcissa lapsed into silence once more. “Bella once told me… no… it can’t be. Surely not. Not even she would…”
“What?!” Hermione exclaimed in an uncharacteristic display of anger.
“This happened back in Draco’s sixth year, right after Voldemort had inducted him as a Death Eater as punishment for Lucius’ failure,'' Narcissa said with a deep breath. She ignored Hermione’s outburst and picked up her cup of tea. “She told me I was a fool to trust Severus. I told her she couldn’t understand my desperation and fear as a mother. She… she got this wild look in her eyes and told me that she knew exactly how I felt. But if she could put the Dark Lord before everything and everyone else, I could and should do the same thing.”
Wednesday and Hermione exchanged glances.
“Bellatrix and Rodolphus had a kid?” Hermione asked, shivering despite the blazing fire.
“That’s the thing. I don’t think it was Rodolphus’ child. When I pressed her on the issue all she’d tell me was that she had given the Dark Lord her very being. That no one could do for him what she had done. I didn’t think much of it at the time. It could have meant a lot of different things. I mean, my sister was so taken in by that monster she carved his mark on her leg with a knife.”
“Are you saying…”
“Yes, Miss Granger. I think my sister had a child with the Dark Lord. Merlin help us all.”
---
Hermione gagged.
“Sorry,” she mumbled as she straightened, her face tinged with green. She leaned back into the couch and spread her legs, allowing Enid to settle on the floor in between them. “I’m still getting used to the thought of Voldemort having a child…”
“You forget I’m the only one here who’s seen him naked,” Harry muttered, groaning quietly as he slumped into the armchair by the fire. The Healers had told him his body would take time to heal from the cursed wounds inflicted by the Inferi and had advised him to take things easy for the next few days. The gashes had closed, leaving raw, red scars in their wake that would slowly fade.
Pain and stiffness had become his constant companions. Warmth helped, but not as much as the salve Wednesday silently picked up from his desk and carried over to him. She perched herself on the arm of the chair and pulled his arm onto her lap.
“Was it more or less horrifying than watching Enid eat chocolate?” she teased as she leaned in to brush her lips against his. She uncapped the jar of salve and began to smear a layer of it on every scar, wincing every time his pain flared in the back of her mind.
“Hey!” Enid looked up from the bar of chocolate she was unwrapping and scowled. “Stop focusing on my eating habits and start thinking about why Voldemort’s daughter hates you.”
“That’s a good point. Because she’s just as old as us, if not older. Which means she was born in the First War, before his fall and subsequent resurrection. But she was never found after his death and Bellatrix’s arrest.”
“Maybe Narcissa is lying and the Malfoys sheltered her. They got off scot-free the first time, there would be no reason anyone would have suspected them of hiding Voldemort’s child.” Harry groaned as he turned slightly to allow Wednesday to pull his other arm into her lap.
“No. She has no reason to lie. Plus, if she was with the Malfoys, why did you never see her when you entered Voldemort’s mind? When he attacked Hogwarts he thought final victory was within his grasp. If, as Bellatrix claimed, she was to be his legacy, why not reveal his heir at the moment of his ultimate triumph?” Hermione mused, deep in thought. “No. I think after he fell and Bellatrix lost what little sanity she had left, Voldemort's true followers shipped her off to America as a backup plan. Maybe they planned to raise her to take up her father’s mantle, not knowing he wasn’t dead.”
“Do you think that’s likely? After his resurrection, Voldemort was stripped of all human emotion and I doubt he had fatherly instincts to begin with but why didn’t Bellatrix seek her out? She was proof of her ultimate service to her master, something no one else could give him,” Harry pointed out, repeating what Narcissa had said. “You’d think she’d want to flaunt her around.”
“I don’t have all the answers, Harry. Neither did Narcissa. But it is the most likely explanation. It would also explain why she hates Wednesday. Maybe your paths crossed? Maybe she attended Nevermore?”
“Well, we did piss off a lot of people,” Enid mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate. “Mostly monsters.”
“The occasional witch or magic-hating murderous psychopath,” Wednesday chimed in. “We once ran into a budding sorceress while exploring the forest behind Nevermore. She threatened to hex me if I didn’t give her my cursed knife.”
“What’d you do?” Harry asked, trying to hide a smile as he watched her kneel in front of him and begin working on the wounds on his legs. In moments like this, with her brow adorably furrowed as she fussed over him, he almost forgot how dangerous his hellcat could be.
Her answer brought him back to reality.
“She wanted my knife. So I gave it to her in the hand she had extended.”
“You stabbed her, didn’t you?”
“She did,” Enid chimed in. “Then she threatened to set fire to her cottage with hellfire.”
Harry grinned and gently tugged Wednesday’s pigtails. Hermione and Enid groaned in disgust at Wednesday’s quiet purr.
“I liked you two better when you were pretending you didn’t love each other. This is nauseating,” Hermione teased with a small smile. “Just remember, we share this common room which means I don’t want to see bits and bobs I’m not meant to see and you will not install a spanking horse in here.”
Harry and Wednesday exchanged glances and hid identical grins behind their hands. They had decided not to tell either of their best friends about the future they had explored, realizing it was better to let things develop naturally.
“What are we going to do about this woman? Even if she is truly Voldemort’s daughter, does that really change anything?” Harry asked.
“We have to tell Kingsley, Harry. Every time Voldemort rose to power it was because the Ministry did not take him seriously until it was too late,” Hermione murmured. She bent and rested her hands on Enid’s shoulders and began to massage them gently.
“We tell only Kingsley and former members of the resistance. Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and others we know we can trust,” Harry said firmly. “We also need to make sure to tell them to keep things under wraps for now.”
“Why?” Enid asked.
Harry grunted as Wednesday stood and curled up in his lap. She hadn’t taken an active interest in their discussion but he hadn’t expected her to.
She had made it clear to all of them that her priority was keeping Harry safe and helping him recover.
Vengeance, she decided, could wait.
“During the last war, Voldemort infiltrated and took over the entire Ministry of Magic. He did it mostly through coercion and a liberal use of the Imperius but questioning what will for all intents and purposes be the entire Ministry under Veritaserum is not practical at this stage. Which means we have no way of knowing how many people will flock to her banner if the news that Voldemort has an heir leaks.”
“Oh.”
“That’s enough talk for tonight,” Wednesday declared. She hopped off his lap again and grabbed his wrist, using the entire weight of her tiny body to tug on it until he laughed and stood.
“Yes, mother,” he teased with a fond roll of his eyes.
“Wednesday?” Harry whispered as she led him up the stairs to the dormitory they now shared. “I love you.”
Wednesday blushed, suddenly glad that she was in front and that he couldn’t see the smile on her face. She cleared her throat, trying to calm her racing heart before she spoke. “I love you too.”
Notes:
I remember saying in a post (forgive me if I don't remember which one, I seem to have a memory of a goldfish these days) that I will be bringing back all my active stories and making sure that they are regularly updated and are updated around the same time every month going forward so you can easily follow along. I think I have brought back two stories this past week and this is now the third! Also one of my favorite ships, Harry and Wednesday work in a lot of ways when on paper they shouldn't.
