Chapter 1

*NOTICE*

J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter. I, on the other hand, do is a work of fiction never meant in any way to make money or profit at any is a smut story with a loose plot and will feature, to name just a few, underage sex, unprotected sex, lesbians, and futa's, rape/non-con, bondage, and BDSM, plus some more. You have been warned. If you don't like any of the aforementioned things then please stop reading and choose a different story.

In this story, the age a magical person was allowed to have sex, except in the sex industry, is 14. This is so purebloods could arrange marriages with small time frames that the bride could find a way out of it if they wanted to. However, if a magical person wanted to work in the sex industry like a strip club or brothel then they would have to be of legal maturity, aka, 17 years old. So lots of 14 years olds having sex in this fic. My first ever so please don't flame.

Prologue: 13 years ago the Dark Lord Voldemort had heard part of a prophecy. One that made him go unto the Potter home and try and kill two small sleeping children after he had knocked the surprised parents out cold. Juliet and Harlequin Potter were born two minutes apart. Identical in every way, a small mishap after birth had made all scratch their heads at which child was the eldest. In the end, both Lily and James had decided that they would be both marked down at midnight on June 31st That one decision made sure the twins were identical in all things. Looks. Voice. Personality. Even age. Until a year later, on Halloween night when Voldemort came.

He stared down at the two babies deciding which one would feel his blow. Then tried to kill them both. The resulting backlash protected the children and forced Voldemort gone. The only things remaining after the confusing end to years of war were Voldemorts tattered robes, and a small scar on the left palm of Juliet Potter, in the shape of a star.

Afterward, the Potter parents would shower Juliet with love and affection, same as the rest of the wizarding world, while leaving little Harlequin, to her own devices.