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Asta Sophia Andretti

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Asta Andretti was born to an Italian father, Vicente Andretti and a French mother, Claudia Rapier-Andretti. She was born July 31st, at exactly 11:59p.m. On August 4th, Asta was kidnapped from her nursery in Andretti Manor, located in Milan, Italy – she disappeared from her crib, only to reappear in the nursery of Potter Manor, located in Godric’s Hollow, a small village in Wales. The Potters, James and Lily, had just lost their newborn son, who had been born just a few hours before Asta herself had, only to die of SIDS three days later. In their grief, the Potters decided to resort to dark magic to fill the whole that their deceased son had left.

The two performed a dark magical summoning ritual – which, the Potters had described the child they wished to have. They wished for a baby, with dark hair and green eyes, born July 31st and with a large magical core. What they forgot to do is be even more specific – they forgot to specify the species, bloodline and gender of said child they were summoning. When Asta appeared, what they got was a beautiful baby girl, with jet black hair and unnaturally emerald green eyes (from birth), of hybrid blood. Asta was not human, though neither James nor Lily could tell what she was. They just knew, instinctively, that the baby was not human.

However, instead of returning the child and starting the ritual over, the Potters decided to keep her. They glamoured her up, to hide her gender, her magical creature aura and they made her look like a Potter, with some of Lily. They renamed her Harry James Potter, after their deceased son.

Only three months later, Voldemort came to Godric’s Hollow and killed the Potters. Albus Dumbledore then placed Asta, disguised as Harry Potter, on the doorstep of the Dursleys. Just an hour or two after being placed on the doorstep, the glamours in which the Potters had placed on Asta fell. This allowed for her real parents, Vicente and Claudia, the ability to track down their missing offspring. Unfortunately, the Andrettis were unable to remove Asta from the Dursleys, due to the wards surrounding the place. What they did, was threaten the Dursleys.

Vicente Andretti

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Once every month, Vicente and Claudia came and visited Asta at the Dursleys, making sure that their only child was being treated well. It was only under fear of the magical couple that Vernon and Petunia did not harm Asta. Sure, they were still insanely cruel, giving harsh punishments and chores and they still fed her as little as they dared, but they never truly hit her.

Growing up, Asta learned of her past – from her birth, to her kidnapping, her life with the Potters, her fame within the wizarding world, the prophecy (Claudia had the gift of true divinative prophecies and visions, thanks to her Elvin magic) and all of that. Her parents even taught her about her magical creature inheritance – what she could do now and would be able to do upon turning 17, when she went through her inheritance. She was a hybrid, of the rarest kind. Her father, Vicente, was a vampire – though he looked only 25 years of age, he was actually well over 500 years old. Her mother, Claudia, was a High Elf – she too looked only about 23 to 25, when she was truly 230 years old. Both were creatures of immortality and eternal youth, as well as very strong magical and physical abilities. As Asta was a hybrid of Vampire-Elf origin, she had all the gifts of a vampire and an elf within her and at her fingertips. Or rather, she would, upon her inheritance at 17.

At the age of 3, Asta was able to cast wandless magic – just simple things, such as levitation, locking and unlocking spells, cleaning spells, lighting and darkening charms. Mostly, everything that was harmless to anyone, but still useful. Unfortunately, she was only able to perform neutral and harmless wandless magic – she was unable to cast magic to defend or offend an opponent, even if said charm or spell was, for example a levitation charm – she could cast it, but not in an defensive or offensive way. The intent in which she used her wandless magic ability was a factor. Same with a cutting charm, or any other charm that, though designed for innocent use, had quickly cottoned on as possible harmful spells. She could cast them, but if she was casting with the intent to harm, they wouldn’t work.

Her wandless magic ability was the only power she had possession of, within her grasps currently. She grew up learning to cast new spells and charms without the use of a wand. Her parents were delighted in teaching her.

When Asta is nine, Claudia and Vicente are killed, as they had been ambushed by a large pack of werewolves as they wandered the countryside of Snowdonia, Wales. With her parents dead, the Dursleys no longer felt fear, only anger. They immediately started letting all of their pent up rage show – she was thrown from her bedroom – the smallest in the house – to down into the small, cramped cupboard under the stairwell. There was hardly any leg room, and definitely not enough room for a child and her belongings, as meager as they were.

Thankfully, the only thing the Dursleys did not take away was her clothes – they continued to provide a decent wardrobe, sure they were second-hand, but most of them were usually presentable and still in fashion. She was sure that if Asta really had been Harry Potter, Petunia wouldn’t have cared less about the wardrobe, but Asta figured that Petunia, deep down, wanted a daughter to dress up and Asta was all she was going to get. Either that, or she figured that a girl has to have decent clothes, no matter who or rather, what they were.

The abuse escaladed, and soon Vernon as well as Dudley to a much lighter extent, was beating Asta black and blue. Unfortunately, Vernon also grew to ‘admire’ the beauty that was his ‘niece’, and began following the petite girl with his beady eyes, and then he began to visit her nightly – he would pull her out of the cupboard and drag her into the living room – and touch her, and force her to touch him. Thankfully, the farthest the sick bastard ever got to penetrating her was his fingers.

At age 11, Asta recast the Harry Potter glamour and entered Hogwarts.

At the age of 14, Asta met Dmitri Ryskamp, an older boy of 17, a born vampire who had attended Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. He hadn’t placed his name in the Goblet of Fire, but had only come to England to support his competing friend, Viktor Krum. For some reason, Dmitri could see through her glamours, seeing Asta instead of Harry Potter like everyone else. Dmitri, curious and in awe at her beauty, had approached her, to comfort her – he had found her crying, due to Ron’s betrayal and Hermione’s avoidance. They had hit it off, and quickly began dating, secretly.

Asta, of course couldn’t go to the Yule Ball as herself, she was forced to go as Harry Potter and had chosen Parvati Patil as her date.

Only five months in their relationship (in March), Asta discovers that she is pregnant – at 14. Though she was so young, she didn’t really worry about it, as due to her immortality and eternal youth she would stop aging very young, and it wouldn’t matter, the age different between her and her child. She tells Dmitri, but no one else, choosing to hide her pregnancy. For the rest of the year, during the summer and up until Christmas break of her 5th year, she hid her pregnancy by glamours.

On December 23rd, while staying at Grimmauld Place, and staying in her own room, courtesy of Sirius, Asta gave birth to fraternal twins, Philip Anthony and Phoebe Alessandria.

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She kept the twins hidden, with her, through the rest of the school year, with help from Dobby the house elf, who she had told about the pregnancy – the house elf had helped her through the pregnancy, and had delivered the twins. Dmitri, of course, was by this time MIA – they had broken up during the summer. He knows of the babies, but has agreed to let Asta raise them –also agreeing that he would pay 1,000 galleons a month for each child, until they were 17 years of age.

At Hogwarts, with two new babies, Asta juggled school work, Umbridge, the DA and parenting. While she was in classes or doing homework or in DA meetings, Dobby had Philip and Phoebe in the elf’s quarters, where he would watch them. Nobody, not even the headmaster knew where the elf’s quarters were, so it was perfect. At night, Asta would sneak into the Room of Requirements and spend the night with her son and daughter.

When Asta returned to the Dursleys for the summer, Philip and Phoebe would come back with her. The summer before 6th year, she got a job at a local seamstress shop in Little Whinging, and while she worked, she had Dobby, her personal house elf, watch the twins. With Dobby guarding them, the Dursleys were too scared to touch them.

That same summer, while Asta was out in London shopping for her children, she met Raoul Castan, who was 20 and new in the city, having just moved from Marseilles, France. Raoul was a Loup-Garou, which he had inherited from his mother. His father was a pureblood wizard. He could, at will, turn into a large black wolf. Basically, a shape shifter, or a werewolf, without the virus. He had immense strength and a keen sense of smell and sight as well as enhanced hearing. He also had control over the element of fire.

Because it was during the summer, Asta’s glamours were down when they met. Immediately upon setting sight on one another, the two knew that they were each other’s destine mate. When Asta eventually introduced Raoul to her infant children, she was in awe at how well he bonded with them. He adored Philip and Phoebe as if they were his own, and he doted on them, spoiling them really. Instead of falling into the physical relationship immediately with Raoul, like she had mistakenly done with Dmitri, she insisted the two of them take their time. The began dating in June, that summer, and when Asta went back to Hogwarts, Raoul came to see her every Hogsmeade weekend (Asta found time to sneak away from Ron and Hermione, using carefully crafted credible excuses). During the Christmas holiday, Asta finally gave in to the intense soul mate bond between them and allowed their relationship to be consummated, binding them together as mates for eternity.

Since Raoul was the mate of an immortal being, he too would become immortal and remain youthful.

It was during their consummation, that Asta once again conceived. By then, the twins were a year old to the day of the conception – December 23rd. Raoul had officially become Philip and Phoebe’s daddy. Due to their soul mate bond, as soon as they had consummated, they were legally married within the laws of the wizarding world.

Once again, Asta hid her pregnancy from everyone, and with the help of Dobby, on August 29th, she gave birth to a set of triplets – Evander Logan, Leander Eron and Evangelia Ledona Castan.

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Dean/Female-Harry   1 comment

Dean and Adrienne Winchester

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Dean – 28-years-old

Adrienne – 19-years-old

Only three months after being selling his soul to bring Sam back from the dead, Dean is told by his wife (and mate) of three years that she is pregnant. Adrienne Sennett Durchardeaux-Winchester had no idea, when she told him, that her husband was going to hell. When Dean traded his soul for Sam’s life, he hadn’t been thinking straight and therefore hadn’t given any thought as to what his death might do to his wife, and he was guilt-ridden. When leaning that he would be leaving behind not only his wife but also an unborn child, he was devastated.

He doesn’t tell Adrienne about going to hell, not wanting to see the tears she would spill for him, over his stupid mistake.

September 18th, 2008 – Dean escapes from hell.

The first thought upon crawling out of his gravesite was his wife and child. However, he did not immediately go to see them. Instead he went to Bobby for help, and the two then went to Pontiac, Illinois to get Sam. For the next three days, the three of them stayed in the mid-West, searching for the thing that had pulled Dean from the pit. It was as just after the Rising of the Witnesses when Dean decides that it is time to ‘face the wife’.

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Sam sat in the passenger’s seat of the Impala, looking out of the window in confusion as Dean took a sharp turn off the highway. The road they were now driving down was one surrounded by a forest of pine trees, and only a sliver of light could be seen through the canopy said trees made over the woodsy dirty road.

“Uh, where are we going?” he asked, eyes radiating his confusion before glancing over at his brother. He was surprised to see Dean’s hands clenching the steering wheel so tight that they were white, and his jaw was set, his eyes were wide and focused on the road. He looked nervous. “Hey, Dean,” Sam reached over and nudged his brother.

Dean jerked, startled, “What?” he groused tightly.

“Where are we going?” Sam repeated, gesturing toward the scenery. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“We’re not,” Dean told him, smirking at him, almost knowingly. “We’re headed in the right direction, dude, I know where we’re going. Just sit back and enjoy the scenery – we’ll be there in about half an hour.”

Sam raised an eyebrow suspiciously, eyeing Dean warily. He was still looking decidedly nervous but there was an air of excitement about his brother as well. He watched as Dean started drumming his thumbs against the wheel, and his face softened slightly from where it had been tense just a moment before and Sam let out a sigh.

“God, please don’t tell me we’re going to be meeting up with one of your old flings, Dean,” he groaned, recognizing the signs for what they were. “You did not just drag me all the way from South Dakota just to get laid. Please tell me you didn’t?”

Dean mentally cackled at how close to the mark Sam actually was, “Not quite,” he admitted in amusement, bottle green eyes shining in mirth.

Sam threw him a dirty look, “What does ‘not quite’ mean?”

He rolled his eyes, looking back out at the road, “It mean, ‘not quite’. Look, you’ll understand once we get there and you meet her,” Dean assured him, reaching up to scratch his head, “You’ll like her, Sammy, I promise.”

Sam crossed his large arms across his chest, glaring at Dean in annoyance. “Is there even a hunt?”

“Uh…no?”

“No?” he scowled.

Dean shook his head and smiled cockily at his brother, trying to lighten the mood. “No…There isn’t a hunt, that I am aware of, in Washington State,” he confessed to the glaring young man beside him. The smile slowly disappeared as he pictured his young wife, and their child, who would have already been born if his calculations were correct. He licked his lips, as his mind’s eye tried to imagine what his baby looked like, or whether or not it was a boy or girl, because he had no idea. He would gladly admit that while he was anxious and excited to get back ‘home’, to see Adrienne again and to meet his kid, he was also scared shitless. Of how Adrienne would take the news of him having been in Hell for four months, and of seeing his baby. They were the two most important people in his life, more so than even Sam, believe it or not, and he was scared that Adrienne would have given up after four long months of not seeing or hearing from him.

He never went more than a few days at a time without going up to Snoqualmie, just for a few hours, before returning to his brother before Sam even knew he had been gone. Mostly he was about to get away at nights or while Sam was doing research at local libraries. Four months was the longest he and Adrienne had gone without contact of some kind. She must have felt it when he died, for sure, and then possibly when he returned to the living. She must be confused and hurt.

“Dean?”

Sam’s voice once again jolted him from his thoughts, and he looked over at his brother, “Yeah?”

“You all right? You got kinda quiet there,” the giant asked, still folding his arms in displeasure but also looking at him with his hazel eyes filled with concern.

“I’m fine, Sammy,” he replied, instantly perking up when he spotted the turn off. He turned, after about a quarter mile down the road, the canopy of trees began to thin a little, before suddenly they were able to see a large, almost mansion-like home situated in a large clearing, still surrounded on all sides by trees and other wild plant life. “We’re here,” he said unnecessarily, driving around the off-white almost yellow building, and to the parking garage. The garage door automatically opened for them and Dean easily and with obvious experience, maneuvered the Impala inside and came to a complete stop, the garage doors sliding closed behind them.

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Dean cut the engine, and grinned over at his brother. “Well, come on then. Let’s get inside!” he said, opening his door and sliding out. He went to the backseat to grab his bags, gesturing for Sam to the do the same, before he lead them through the humungous four-car garage, and over to the door leading into the main house.

They walked into what looked to be the laundry room, as there was a washing machine and a dryer up against the wall, and a few empty baskets on top of the washer. It smelt of clean laundry, which Dean inhaled with a smile. Yep, he thought to himself, he was home. They left the laundry room and walked through a hallway that lead them straight into the living room.

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Sam looked around him in awe, taking in the beautifully decorated and expansive high ceiling room. “Wow,” he said, rather speechless, his eyes practically zooming around, looking at all the expensive furniture and paintings.

Dean grinned proudly, as technically it was his home, too, seeing as he had married the owner and had helped her make the large house homey and lived in. “It’s great, isn’t it?”

“Great? More like amazing – “

“Dean?”

The two whipped around in surprise, not having heard them approaching, only to see a extremely beautiful young woman standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of short denim shorts and a light pink spaghetti strapped shirt, both of which were tight fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination and doing a fantastic job of showing off her slender, petite and curvy figure. She had long, jet-black hair that fell down to her mid-back in waves. The most breathtaking and striking feature on the young woman was her eyes – a deep emerald green that shone brightly. It didn’t help that said eyes were filling up with tears, making them even more luminous.

In her arms, she was cradling a tiny, lavender bundle to her chest protectively, as she stared at Dean in shock.

Sam blinked at the girl, taken aback by how young she looked. Also, he was admitted rather stunned by just how beautiful she was.

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Dean watched his wife stared at him with teary eyes and winced as guilt shot through him. He gave her a small smile and nodded, “Hey, Adrie.” He left Sam’s side and made his way slowly to her.

She drew in a shaky breath, and a tear rolled down her tanned cheek, “I felt you die,” Adrienne choked out, reaching out and ran her small delicate hand over his chest, reassuring herself that she wasn’t just seeing thing and he was actually really standing before her. “You were dead, Dead…Dead! And then, a week ago I felt our link pulsate with life, after four excruciating months.” She gave a sob, and Dean was quick to wrap his strong arms around her small frame, holding her to him tightly, mindful of the infant in her arms. “What the hell is going on? Why did you die and how did you come back?”

Dean shook his head, running his hands up and down her back soothingly, “It’s a long story, babe. I did something rather selfish and stupid, and though I’m glad it all worked out in the end, I am still unbelievably sorry I put you through all this shit. I-I wasn’t thinking clearly when I did it.”

She hugged him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder, “What did you do?” she asked almost reluctantly.

Instead of answering straight away, Dean kissed her head and led her to the white sofa, where the two sat. He looked over at Sam, who was standing in the middle of the living room, gaping at the two of them, confused but suspicious, and gestured for him to come over. Sam slowly, hesitantly walked over and sat on the settee facing them. “Babe, this is my brother, Sam…Sam, this is my, uh, wife, Adrienne,” he introduced awkwardly.

Sam’s eyes grew wide, “Your wife?”

“Mm-hmm, yeah.”

“Since when are you married?” he asked, mystified, eyes moving from Dean to Adrienne in quick secession.

“Since about 3 years ago,” Dean confessed, sheepishly, before he looked down at the infant his wife cradled gently, and his breath left his throat as he drunk in his first look at his child. Judging by the color of receiving blanket, lavender, he was the father of a little girl. He gulped, and leaned forward, taking no notice to his speechless brother across from him, and tenderly ran the very tips of his fingers along her tiny little forehead and down her cheek, taking notice of which features she inherited from him and Adrienne. “She’s beautiful,” he breathed softly, a smile on his face.

“She’s angelic,” Adrienne replied, wiping the tears from her face and passed the baby over to him. He took her, unsure of himself, she was so damned tiny.

“When was she born?”

“September 18th…”

His head shot up, to look at her, surprised, “That’s the day I – “

“Returned to the living?” Adrienne finished, “Yes, it was. It was the shock of feeling your life once again connected to our previously dead link, that I think brought on the labor, I think. It was rather painful, having the link snap back into place so suddenly. Almost as painful as it was when it broke." She ran her fingers through her hair, tossing it out of her face and she gave her husband a small smile. “Don’t you wanna know what I named her, love?”

“Of course,” he said quickly.

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She grinned and leaned in to kiss him for the first time in four months, “Dean, darling, I’d like you to meet your six-day-old daughter, Ainabeth Marie Winchester.” Both proud parents looked down at their daughter, who gave a wide yawn and blinked her baby blue eyes up at them sleepily. “Aina, sweetheart, this is your daddy.”

Dean grinned widely and caught his wife’s eyes before leaning in to capture her lips with his. She sighed into the kiss and brought one of her hands up to touch Dean’s cheek. Both had forgotten that Sam was still in the room.

Sam shook his head, feeling like he was going crazy. He never thought, in a million years, that Dean would settle down with someone, or ever have children.

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Cormac McLaggen

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Harry’s First Year Overview

When Cormac was eleven, he was told by his father to start looking around for a future spouse the moment he entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, when Cormac started his first year at the school, he was not impressed by his year-mates or those ahead of him. Disappointed, twelve-year-old Cormac returns to his home in Fowey, Cornwall. Over the summer, he gets curious about sex and looks through the library in the McLaggen manor, where he finds several books – books from hetero sex to homosexual sex. Like many magical families, especially pureblood families, the wizards tend to often be bisexual, as homosexuality is not looked down upon in the wizarding world, like the muggle world.

The percentage for a young wizard to have sex with at least one other male in their lifetime is about 75%. Not all wizards are bisexual, but many will still find pleasure wherever they can get it. However, there are still more heterosexual marriages than homosexual.

Cormac finds the books and takes them from the library, and goes back to his room. For the rest of the summer, he becomes obsessed with finding someone he can do all the things to that he sees in the magically moving pictures.

Upon starting his second year, his honey-brown eyes fall upon little first year, Harry Potter, and he immediately knows that it is Harry he wants to not only be his partner in the sexual activities department, but also be his future spouse. The small boy was beautiful, even in the too-big baggy clothes and awkwardly hideous glasses. Eye sights can be fixed and so could a faulty wardrobe. Cormac saw the beauty underneath the Dursley-made mask (profile) of Harry.

That night, after the sorting and after everyone had gone up to the Gryffindor tower, Cormac pulls Harry away from the crowd, out of the common room and into an empty broom cupboard just down the corridor. In the cupboard, a stunned and confused eleven-year-old Harry gapes at Cormac when the older, golden-haired boy confidently announces:

“Harry, I am Cormac McLaggen, and I wish to court you. The moment I saw you I knew that you were the perfect choice to become my spouse in the future. Please, allow me to be your boyfriend, so that we shall get to know each other very well, and so that eventually, you will become my betrothed and then my spouse.”

Harry, the naive muggle-raised kid that he was, was confused and had no idea what a betrothed was, or even what a ‘court’ meant, but he did know what boyfriend meant to some degree and since he was attracted to the older boy, agreed, blushingly.

Then, before Harry could blink, Cormac was kissing him and Harry was kissing Cormac back. Cormac, eager to try those things he had seen out in a book, asked, “Can I make you feel good?”

When Harry says yes, Cormac grins and undoes Harry’s pants before sliding his hand inside of them and takes ahold of Harry’s cock. Harry, stunned, jumps back, but he moans softly as Cormac starts to move his hand up and down, stroking him gently but eagerly. Having never before touched himself and never feeling such pleasure, Harry doesn’t stop him and the honey-brown haired boy continues, until he orgasms for the first time right into Cormac’s hand.

Again, Harry was a naïve and sheltered (thanks to the Dursleys) little boy, who had never felt affection of any kind that he remembered. When Cormac said that he wanted Harry, and then when he had touched him and gave him enormous amounts of pleasure, Harry was quickly drawn in. Cormac, also only a naïve twelve-year-old, had no idea that he had accidently manipulated Harry into becoming his boyfriend by way of using Harry’s cravings of affection and being wanted, as well as by every male’s (young and old) need for sexual pleasure.

Harry was, from that point on, extremely attached to Cormac – the first ever person that he knew of, to ever want him and promise to care for him forever. He would do anything Cormac asked of him, to hold on to that one person. Cormac was just as enamored with Harry, and over the next nine months, the two became even closer, though only in secret. They didn’t tell their friends about each other.

In his first year, Harry Potter lost his virginity to Cormac McLaggen.

Notes://I know that they are VERY young and most of you will not approve about the sexual activities between them, at their age, but I don’t really care. I was young when I lost my virginity, so I know kids this young DO have sex.

Sure I was 13-years-old and not 11 like Harry, or 12 like Cormac, but 13 is still young and I had been curious about sex since probably the age of 8. I wasn’t a slut or promiscuous. That was my one and only time I have ever had sex in my life – that was ten years ago, for I am now 23-years-old.

Anyways, please don’t complain about their age. NO, I don’t condone underage sex, but it happens and there isn’t much we can do about that. Also, I’m not a pervert of any kind either. Just a chick with a weird sense of entertainment.

When (if ever) the story does come out, don’t bitch at me. We clear? Awesome, lets continue, then!

Harry and Cormac’s relationship over the next several years

The two continue dating and continue to keep their relationship a complete secret from everyone. The only ones who know about it are Cormac’s parents, Cavan and Meredith McLaggen. It was Cavan and Meredith that advised them to keep their relationship and secret, saying that it would only be a matter of time before Voldemort returned, and they didn’t want their son hurt. Harry didn’t want Cormac hurt either, so he readily agreed to the secrecy.

Like all pre-teen and teenage boys, once they had discovered sex there was no stopping them from going at it.

A few months into their relationship during first year, Harry confessed to Cormac about being a Magical Hermaphrodite (definition above on it’s own page).

Luna/Harry/OtherMale threesome   Leave a comment

Challenge: Harry/Luna or OMC/Harry/Luna

First het-pairing challenge of the collection. It wont be the last, up definitely a rarity. Though, granted, its not totally het, so maybe it doesnt count.

Must have/include: sexual situations (graphic and non-graphic between H/L), bi-sexual situations (bottom!Harry with another male, not Luna with another female), submissive-Harry (even to Luna), kinky-sex but not overly kinky (no handcuffs, bondage or pain just Luna w/ strap-on), threesome (OMC/Harry/Luna in that order).

Harry must be submissive to both Luna and the OMC (or another HP male character). The other male and Luna are NOT to be together, they are to share Harry, but he doesnt share either of them with the other…if that makes sense. ONLY Harry bottoms or is submissive. Harry may top Luna, but she is still ALWAYS in control.

This submissive side of Harry is only for Luna and the other male to witness, but of course, as the story goes on, you may have everyone witness the more submissive personality that is Harry.

NO Ron/Hermione, unless it is after Harry and Luna get together (a long time after they get together). I dont like R/Hr, so no graphic romance with this pairing, AT ALL.

You may have Mpreg and Preg (Harry and Luna), if you like. If you like to mess with impossible feats when it comes to magic, then it would be could if you could somehow make it where it is possible for Harry to become pregnant with Lunas child. If you cant or if you dont like that idea, then just have Harry become pregnant with his male lovers child, and Luna with Harrys child. Though, Harrys pregnant, should you choose to use a pregnancy in this fic, has to come before Lunas.

HP/LL and whoever else you decide to add into this fic (the other male, I mean) may have a secret relationship. I love secret relationships! They could have started a relationship during 5th year, when they actually got acquainted with one another, or several months before they come public in Harrys 7th year.

Yes, this is a 7th year fic. You can write an overview of the other years, but the main part of the story will happen during Harrys 7th year.

If you want Harry to be feminine, like almost girly, then thats perfect. He does have to be a at least ONE (1) inch shorter than Luna, so 5 foot 4 5 foot 6, and I would like him to have at least shoulder-length hair, if possible.

If you dont like a feminine Harry, you can do have Harry where hes in between feminine and masculine not too girly but definitely not to masculine enough, as he IS submissive. Keep that in mind!

Just make sure that this fic is centric-Harry, oh, and in 3rd person. Anyone who writes in 1st person, sorry but I dont think Ill let you adopt one of my fics. Its not you, jus the style…Im not fond of first-person POVs they bug the hell out of me.

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That concludes challenge number three (3).

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