2 Living Life by Points | Chapter 2

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As soon as I heard those cursed words my blood froze and the desperation hit me like a truck, then a blinding bright light descended on the off-white room with my last sight being the amused face of Morgan Freeman.

With my brain no longer aroused by the prospect of picking any existing skill, I concluded that perhaps I had been too impulsive. I planned to earn a better LP reward through the pleasure of sex, but what if I reincarnate as a child?

Noir's ability was still able to reward him for simpler things like kissing and hugging, but surely the difference between sex and that must be pretty far-reaching.

But now that he's decided to reincarnate me as Harry Bloody Potter? I'm just screwed. For 10 years of his life, he was treated like nothing more than a slave by the Dursleys. What if I reincarnate at that time?

Not counting all the shit that happens every year at Hogwarts, without having a lucrative supply of LPs I'm not going to be able to acquire skills strong enough to deal with all these problems. Harry has had pure luck in all of these events, and honestly, I'd rather not rely on something as uncertain and fickle as luck.

The most troubling one aside from Voldemort is perhaps Dumbledore. In the movies and books, there really isn't a mention that he is evil or a Dark Lord disguised as a good director. But once you start reading fanfics that portray an evil Dumbledore and stop to think about everything that happened in everyone in the books, there are some things you can't help but consider.

In the first year, just the fact that Harry's Hogwarts Letter is addressed to 'Cupboard under stairs' and nothing has been done to investigate the boy's living conditions is already worrying.

I know that in the case of someone Muggle-born or raised, any Hogwarts staff can be sent to escort the child to Diagon Alley and explain about the Wizarding World. But just Hagrid of all people?

I love the gentle giant, but Hagrid wasn't suited for that kind of responsibility. The guy has the subtlety of a door and right on the same day that he went to get the boy to introduce him to the Wizarding World and take his money from Gringotts, Hagrid suddenly takes a single object in the center of an empty safe and says that it was 'Top Secret' and shouldn't tell anyone and forget it. It's like telling a child to do the exact opposite and encouraging him to look for more.

The invisibility cloak along with the letter given to him by Dumbledore at Christmas in brief was 'See this, curious 11-year-old boy? That makes you completely invisible in a school of magic that even has something that can cause an excruciatingly painful death.' Children don't exactly have the danger bells developed by someone older.

The three 'protections' for the Philosopher's Stone are a bad joke and I felt like an idiot for taking so long to realize how each 'protection' was suspiciously compatible with the individual abilities of Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

I don't know if Hogwarts castle has protections linked to the Headmaster, but regardless, I can hardly imagine Dumbledore missing a gigantic snake slinking through Hogwarts which is infested with animated portraits that respond to him. Not to mention the fact that 13-year-old Hermione finds out first is quite a slap in the face.

The situation with Sirius Black is complicated. Dumbledore participated in the Death Eater trials, and even Bellatrix Lestrange who no one had a fucking doubt was a confidant of Voldemort was tried. But when Sirius - someone who's been friends with the Potters from an early age and apparently suddenly betrays them - doesn't have a trial, doesn't he even raise an eyebrow?

Besides that, is there a lot of shit that goes on at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore as the Headmaster himself, apparently does nothing?

One of the things I need to do if I reincarnate with Harry Potter, especially as a kid is to be able to do wandless magic. The wands are more like a crutch that when taken away leaves you extremely vulnerable.

But my highest priority is developing powerful Occlumency and protecting my mind. If one were to get a brief glimpse of the memories, I do not doubt that one would almost immediately be picked up and studied like an animal on an operating table.

And regardless of which side discovers my secrets, whether it's the Dark Faction or the Light Faction, I know I'd be fucked either way.

If the Dark Faction found out, then my brain would be repeatedly raped until they extracted all my memories and after I was practically catatonic from brain death they would kill me.

If the Light Faction found out, I would likely be sent to the Department of Mysteries, and my brain would be ripped out of my head and bottled in stasis to be studied.

In both scenarios, I'm screwed.

Interrupting my train of thought, the light that dazzled my vision abruptly disappeared.

And soon after, I found myself lying in a room, along with several things going through my head.

The room was not extremely luxurious, but very comfortable. A relatively medium-large size. Smooth walls painted in dark gray. Some furniture, such as the bed I was lying on in a predominantly white color, with light gray silk sheets, a nightstand next to the bed, and wardrobes that matched the color of the bed and visually contrasted well with the color of the walls. The ceiling was black and the floor was carpeted in gray, though lighter than the color of the walls.

The next thing that made my brain stop for a second trying to make sense of existence was the relatively modern computer that rested on a black L-shaped table along with a dark-colored gaming chair in the corner of the room.

The reason for my confusion was that, at the time of Harry Potter, computers like this were still a relatively distant dream of at least 25 years.

And, the memories that came suddenly - though thank God, maybe literally, not in a way like I felt like my head was being brutally drilled with a jackhammer - clarified that doubt for me. It was a surprisingly smooth quick review of memories.

The difference in this timeline to the original canon was that Harry Potter, now me, was born along with a twin brother whom my parents named Charles Potter. In memory of our paternal grandfather who had been murdered by Voldemort in an ambush a few months before his grandchildren were born.

Our paternal grandmother Dorea Potter neé Black was with him. They were individually powerful mages and an even deadlier pair. But against the numbers of Voldemort's best men sent to ambush them it was not enough.

Voldemort's attack on Godric's Hollow on Halloween night of October 31st also occurred, the explanation for the modern computer in my room coming when my memories belonging to the Harry of this world revealed that it was not Halloween 1981 but 2009.

Which I honestly feel is a blessing. Live for so long in the modern world of 2023 to suddenly be thrown into the Medieval Era of 1990? I shudder just thinking about it.

When Voldemort attacked our house, our parents were out of the house for an important meeting with the Order of the Phoenix and they left us at home because they thought there was no safer place for us to stay than a place protected by a Fidelius Charm. They were mistaken and discovered that the traitor Petter Pettigrew revealed the secret to Voldemort, proven by the fact that Sirius Black - our godfather who was at the meeting - who, together with the Potters, confirmed that they had exchanged the Secret Keeper for a fake one. Intending to deceive Voldemort, they said 'it would be fun to play a prank on Snakeface.'

The phenomenon that happened when Voldemort fired the Killing Curse was just like in the original canon. However, Charles was the one who received the lightning scar. And later in life, when my mother was telling me about it when I was old enough and mature enough to understand, she confessed to having prepared a blood ritual as an additional protection for us, which could at least counteract a Killing Curse that she knew it to be one of Voldemort's favorite spells.

The ritual required a large amount of sacrificed blood to deflect a Killing Curse at the very least. She said that she spent a whole year after our birth spilling her blood for the ritual, using various blood replacement potions, and even after becoming pregnant again, she continued, but in a much smaller measure so as not to harm the baby.

At the meeting, when they were told by the wards of the house that it had been invaded and when they arrived shortly after leaving the meeting with fear in his heart, Dumbledore, seeing the scar on my brother's forehead, decided that I should be neglected and sent away. to a distant family in favor of my brother, who he said was the Boy-Who-Lived and Hero of the Wizarding World, for having defeated Voldemort and that growing up with him would only make me jealous and bitter about my brother's fame.

My father agreed with Dumbledore being loyal as he is. But my mother seethed with anger the next second of Dumbledore's words, saying it would be a cold day in hell when she abandoned me. And especially to her sister Petunia, who was the one Dumbledore had offered to look after me.

Dumbledore insisted on putting me aside, but my mother also insisted on staying with me. And, tired of my mother's arguments and denials, he threw a Stunner at her, which was luckily blocked by a shield from... Bellatrix Black, my godmother who was also at the meeting and had gone along with the Potters and Dumbledore to see me.

Being abruptly attacked by the person trying to separate her from her baby, along with the fact that her 'husband' was indifferent to the situation, his slightly glazed eyes lost in thought while he looked at Charles was the breaking point for her. She decided at that point that between sending one of her precious children to her sister who hates magic and was in a bad relationship with her and would probably mistreat her son or simply leave the wizarding world with me and raise me as best she could while her other son would grow up well, although spoiled and far from her, she would choose the second option.

Then she Apparated with me still in her arms, with Bellatrix following close behind. She said it was one of the hardest decisions she has ever made in her life, but she chose me anyway.

Bellatrix, or as I know intimately, Bella or Aunt Bella, it was a bit of a shock to compare the crazy, insane version of Bellatrix Lestrange from the original canon world with the fun, laid-back, teasing Bella I know from my current memories.

And apparently, I didn't just inherit this Harry's memories, but also his feelings, because the overwhelming amount of love, affection, and affection I felt when thinking about my mother and Bella was devastating. My reincarnation was not simply waking up in a different body. But, in essence, I became this Harry Potter, or this Harry Potter was born to be me.

Bella and my mother, who was pregnant with my sister, found an apartment in a Muggle neighborhood in London, far enough away from the Wizarding World to raise me and my unborn sister.

They had individual safes at Gringotts that they opened to accumulate emergency cash, which over the years of deposit and interest, added up to a small fortune from the high-paying jobs like Hit-Wizard and Unspeakable that my mother and Bella worked respectively. So we grew up relatively comfortable financially.

A few months passed after we settled in, and my super adorable sister named Iris Evans was born. Mum didn't want to put the Potter name on her after the events of that Halloween night. She had also said that the love in the relationship between her and James was long gone. And she was only with him because the war left no room for conversation, and my brother and I were born. And the only reason she got pregnant again was because she…was horny - she admitted with a very red face to Bella's amusement - but that she was glad she got pregnant with the adorable little bundle of cuteness that was my sister.

And so the years passed as Bella and my mother took care of me and Iris as best they could. From how to be a good person or educationally, apparently in the Wizarding World children were educated in basics like languages and other subjects at home by their parents and then magically at a wizarding school.

Another thing is that in this world, a child's magical education begins at the age of 14 and not at 11 as in the canon, having only five school years and finishing magical school at the age of 19. With choosing to master a specific branch of magic like Charms or Transfiguration soon after.

My mother, Lily Evans, is a strong and wonderful woman, very loving and kind. But she can have a bloody temper when she's really upset. However, she is incredibly shy when teased by those close to her, particularly Bella. She is a powerful and skilled witch with a vast repertoire of spells, as she trained to be a Hit-Wizard. She is very devoted to our family, which consists of Bella, me, Iris, and her.

She is immensely beautiful. With long, silky, flaming red hair. A handsome face with soft features, relatively full red lips, and a slightly pointed chin with sharp jaws. Mesmerizing emerald green eyes, but a little darker than mine. She possesses a killer curvy body in an hourglass figure with huge but firm and perky breasts, wide hips, and a big, soft, and firm ass supported by full and creamy legs.

Iris is becoming an almost carbon copy of Mom. At the age of 12, having been born on February 25, 2010, she is already showing signs of being as beautiful as our mother, with the same features, but with emerald eyes brighter and more vibrant like mine and hair the same fiery red color. , but a little clearer. And with her puberty starting quite early at the age of 10, she already has hints of being as curvy as Lily and assets just as big.

She is adorable, active, and lively, inheriting her playful and teasing nature from Aunt Bella, but also quite mature when required by my and Mom's influence. She is very attached to me, practically like super glue. Very smart and curious, having inherited that from Lily as well.

And as for Bella. Next to us, her family, she is very relaxed and fun. Her provocative nature constantly kicks in much to Mom's unfortunate embarrassment. But when she's dealing with people other than us, she's quite cautious and cold, the fault for that being the years she spent in Slytherin surrounded by disgusting and greedy people.

But for some reason, she's... extreme and incredibly obsessive about me. For some reason, from a young age, I and her are very- U-Urgh, bonded. She is incredibly protective and affectionate with me, more so than Lily and Iris.

She looks as killer as my mother. Night-black hair, long and wavy. A handsome, noble face, slightly pale, with pink and slightly fleshy l-lips, a slightly rounded chin with sharp jaws and high cheekbones, and eyes of dazzling amethyst violet. A curvy figure, not as full as my mother's, but still very full. Breasts that, while not huge like Lily's, are still quite large, have a slim waist, wide hips, and a big ass temptingly tight and perky. If there's one word I could describe Bella's body is... t- tight, tight, and o-oh f-fuck it, perky. She, unlike my mother's body which is more...full, where Lily has a figure with huge assets, Bella compensates by being deliciously tight.

And now, the most puzzling and equally pleasurable fact that is currently distracting me from my thoughts and memories is the noble and delicate beauty itself, as well as my godmother and an honorary aunt named Bellatrix Black, who are in my bed.

However, there are some details. One of them being her current outfit choice, which would be none. Naked as the day she was born, her pale skin flawless, her curvy, tight figure presented to me with no visual impediments to my delight.

The seductive sight of morning sunlight streaming through my bedroom drapes impinging on her pristine skin is enough to flood my body with lust, leaving my cock intensely hard and convulsing.

And the last detail, which I would say is the most important at the moment, is that her striking figure, almost ethereal in the morning rays, was hunched over the bed with wide hips pointed upwards. Giving me a very attractive view of her big firm ass along with her pink and slightly pouty lips curled around my hard cock. She had her eyes closed and was moaning softly around my phallus.

I have been in this position several times in my previous life, sex being a constant activity in my life. But never before have I been involved with anyone that comes close to Bella's attractiveness. Pleasure raced through me like a wildfire burning through a forest as my cock writhed inside the hot, wet mouth of my godmother who was giving me a morning blowjob.

Since her mouth was full of my cock, she noticed my reaction and opened her vibrant amethyst eyes, which immediately locked onto my emerald green ones and sparkled with affection and desire.

Slowly and increasing the intensity of the suction, she withdrew my cock from her wet mouth, making me moan at the pleasurable sensation. I realized she had probably been at this for a while as the more my cock was revealed the more I could see the sticky, glistening mixture of my pre-cum and her spit covering my shaft.

When she withdrew from my cock, she did so with a satisfyingly wet 'pop'. She sat up straight in bed and brought her right hand to her lips and caught a few strands of the saliva and pre-cum mixture that was connecting her mouth to my cock and lowered her hand again. Holding my shaft, she began to rub up and down, the action accompanied by a wet, sticky sound from saliva and pre-cum covering my dick as I jerked off.

"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" Her voice was like the nicest, smoothest melody I've ever heard in my life.

Her warm and loving smile along with her gaze shining with adoration and affection seemed a little out of place with the scene of her naked figure with her back straight and shoulders back intentionally highlighting her large and firm breasts with their hard pink nipples. The sight of the plump, creamy mounds made my mouth water, the urge to just grab those globes of happiness and suck on them to my heart's content was unbearable.

Lifting my eyes from her tempting breasts, I directed them to her amethyst eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief. She knew what had caught my attention.

In response to her morning greeting, I ran my eyes all over her body, from the beautiful, wavy black hair framing the sides of her face, to the mid-back, to her long, smooth legs.

I made sure my desire was clear in my gaze as I inspected her intently.

And by the shudder of her body, I'd say she understood pretty well.

I turned my eyes to her, noting that her pale cheeks held the slightest hint of red as her violet eyes burned with lust and her smile widened.

"I can't tell if I just woke up or I'm still dreaming. Good morning, Bella." It might have sounded cheesy, but it was still effective as the red in her cheeks darkened.

She gave a melodious giggle tickling my ears and lifted a hand to cover her lips, all the while still rubbing my cock with her right hand.

"You are becoming such a fawning man, darling. I feel a little sorry for those little birds at Hogwarts if you can make an older woman like me blush." Bella said with an amused smile.

I lifted my right arm and placed my palm on the side of her face, a soft thumb stroking her soft cheek, she leaned into my touch as she closed her eyes.

I lifted my torso off the bed and sat up, putting myself at eye level with her

She stopped jerking me off but kept her hand on my cock in a possessive grip. She opened her eyes and looked at me as I removed my palm from her cheek and cupped her chin with my thumb and forefinger.

"Comparing you to those girls back in school is almost a sin. You cannot be used as a model for comparison. It would simply be unfair." I said as I inserted the pad of my thumb into her pink lips which she immediately pushed through, trapping my thumb as she sucked on it with a groan.

She licked and sucked with a wet sound as she swirled and writhed her warm, soft tongue around my thumb in her mouth, maintaining hungry eye contact and going back to rubbing my phallus.

After a few seconds, I removed my thumb from her eager mouth with a wet 'pop', strands of saliva connecting my thumb to her mouth.

I groaned in disgust before saying. "I want to fuck you so bad. Are you sure you want to wait?"

She gave a very sensual wide smile that went very well with the trickle of saliva at the corner of her mouth when she was sucking my finger.

Even though it was me complaining about the wait, she seemed to be physically holding back as her eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"Patience, honey. Trust me, as much as I want you to just pick me up and fuck my pussy and ass with no restrictions, we promised it would be on your 14th birthday. I'm very anxious and horny too. Why do you think that I never wear panties when we're home? It would be fruitless and uncomfortable since my pussy always gets wet when I see you."

The comment made my cock throb, and I brought my hand to her pussy and ran my fingers along her slit, eliciting a sweet moan from her.

I inserted my fingers into her extremely wet tunnel. I writhed and flexed, exploring her hot, tight channel drenched with her love juices through my fingers.

I drew back my hand and placed it between our faces, my fingers and palm glistening with sticky juices.

She blushed heavily as I brought my wet fingers to my mouth, lapping up the sweet juices of her pussy as I moaned appreciatively at the taste.

"Hmm, yummy." I said keeping eye contact with her.

Her pupils dilated and her breathing came fast and hard, resulting in a very pleasing sway to my eyes from her large, firm breasts. She shuddered and looked like it was all it took to not just jump at me.

In my memories, Harry had never done anything like this. He just got blowjobs from Bella. So it makes sense that she would be so turned on, being the first time anyone has done something like this in front of her considering she confessed to being a virgin and never had a relationship with anyone before me.

She quickly placed her hands on my chest and abruptly pushed me back onto the comfortable bed.

Almost immediately after I fell onto the bed, she placed her hands on my knees and started running down my legs towards my crotch as she looked hungrily at my hard cock.

It's an afterthought, but it's so strange for me to meet and compare this Bella, my Bella to the Bellatrix Lestrange from the canonical world of my previous life, so completely different people. Though the devotion and love that the other had for Voldemort, Bella seems to have it in me, just...less crazy and psychopathic.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, Bella grabbed the base of my cock and, without preamble, sank her mouth onto my hard shaft, making me moan at the pleasurable feel of her mouth once again giving me a blowjob.

I brought my hand to the top of her head rocking it up and down on my cock and started stroking her shiny dark hair. Her face contorted with pleasure as she adored my cock, the drool escaping her lips and running down my cock so seductive she was already pushing me towards an orgasm.

Her amethyst eyes looked at me with a pleading gleam as her mouth still full of cock opened even wider freeing up more space, and seeing that familiar scene, I immediately understood what she wanted as I grabbed her silky hair with both hands and I started to thrust my hips up, fucking her mouth, the tip of my phallus hitting the back of her tight throat.

"Gurk, Gurk, Hmurk, Uhurk, Gurk." The wet gagging sounds, eyes rolling back, and clouds of lust and pleasure just turned me on and spurred me on to thrust faster and harder.

I continued with the rough oral fuck before I saw signs that she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen and released her.

She immediately drew back, gasping for air as several strands of the abundant mixture of pre-cum and drool connected her swollen, pink lips to my shiny, sticky cock.

Upon regaining and stabilizing the need for much-needed air, she lowered her head again, leaning back and letting my phallus rest on top of her head.

She audibly inhaled my flesh, breathing in the musky scent of my crotch. Then, she exhaled shakily before taking my sticky cock in her right hand and starting to jerk me off.

"Uhmm, I love sucking her cock so much, Harry." She said as she lowered her head further and took one of my balls in her mouth, and began to suck as she continued rubbing my cock up and down with light twists, increasing the pleasure I felt even more.

Soon I was on edge and about to come, and with my balls in her mouth, she noticed.

She wrapped her lips around my pink head and jerked off the rest of my cock. I came hard into her mouth, releasing surprisingly thick strands of semen.

I don't think I've ever released so much sperm in my previous life, and even my dick is now much bigger than when I was the same age. Does it have something to do with magic? Honestly, I have no idea, but it doesn't matter. It's an improvement, in my opinion.

Because the excessive amount of cum that came out only meant that Bella wasn't able to swallow it all as she choked on the amount and pulled her mouth back from my cock that was still coming, the strands of cum hitting her face and chest.

Eventually, I stopped coming and my rapid breathing was slowing down.

The sight that graced me was beautiful. Bella with her face and chest covered in cum was running her fingers down her body, taking my seed and eating it with an expression of pleasure as she moaned appreciatively.

Honestly, my cock was far from softening, throbbing even more at the sight.

When she finished her feast of cum, I grabbed her left wrist and pulled her body towards the bed, which elicited a slight squeal of surprise as I rose above her and crushed my lips to her sweet, smooth lips, the amazing taste of raspberry it was an added delight.

She gasped into my mouth at the sudden onslaught, which allowed me to slide my tongue inside her mouth.

She quickly recovered from her surprise and promptly responded to the kiss, her tongue latching onto mine, our salivas mingling as our tongues fought a battle of dominance that I won easily with her being quite submissive to me.

She put her right arm around my neck while her left hand came up and grabbed my hair from behind pulling my head to hers and trying to somehow bring us closer together. She wrapped her legs around my waist, clinging to my body as our kiss intensified by the second.

After a few seconds of losing ourselves in each other, I pulled away when the need for air became evident.

Bella, still with her arms around my neck, was a dazzling sight beneath me with her flushed face and rapid breathing doing amazing things with her generous chest and her raven hair strewn across my bed.

"Wow, what did I do to receive this and how do I do it again?" She asked me half joking half seriously after composing herself.

I looked amused at her in response.

"Nothing you don't normally do. I just think I want to…appreciate you more." I said hoarsely after I lowered my head and put my mouth close to her ear.

She shuddered.

"It's all yours already. I'm all yours." She said quietly.

"Then let me enjoy you more."

I closed my lips on the soft, immaculate skin of her neck, licking and smearing my saliva on the pale flesh. She pulled her head away, giving me more access as she stroked my hair and moaned under my care. I gave a particularly hard suck on the side of her neck, which would be visible with a purple mark.

I went down a little more, and my eyes were rewarded with the sight of those beautiful breasts that called my attention so much.

I wasted no time before sinking my mouth to her left nipple, sucking hard and savoring the sweet taste of the pink bud at the top of her mound.

My right hand wrapped around her right breast, grabbing as much of the flesh as I could while simultaneously swirling and kneading. I alternated between massaging the globe of flesh and pinching her nipple.

Bella's moans and sighs were like a perfect soundtrack that accompanied my adoring strokes of her attractive body.

"U-Uhm, H-Hamm, no matter how much you suck, nothing will come out of my t-tits."

I looked at her flushed face while still sucking on her pink nipple before releasing it with a snap.

"It just means I need to put a baby in you." I said, my hand still twisting and massaging the soft flesh of her breast.

I watched as her pupils dilated, her eyes taking on an intensely dark luster. Her body tensed beneath me before she shuddered visibly and her mouth opened in a silent moan.

She... had an orgasm just thinking about getting pregnant with me?

I admit that the idea of putting a baby inside her was highly exciting. And I also understand that she was already quite excited. But did she really fall off the cliff at the thought of carrying our child?

"Did you cum?" I made sure to ask out loud too.

She seemed to be back in her frame of mind enough to respond.

"God, yes. Yes, I did. I hadn't thought of it until now, but…" She shuddered again. "Just imagine what a child of ours would be like. Fuck I want you to fuck my pussy so bad right now, stupid gift promise making me wait until you claim me fully as your own."

"I think it's still too early for me to get you pregnant." I looked amused at her pout.

"But I will definitely put a baby in you in the future." Her smile returned with her eyes a little unfocused.

It's so…weird but normal to talk about getting Bella pregnant. The amount of affection and love I feel for her is abysmal. At this point, it seems more and more like my past life is just memories that I, Harry, was suddenly given.

I don't care anyway. Here I have a loving family that would do anything for me. And the feeling is mutual.

There is nothing I wouldn't do for Bella or Lily or Iris.

Anyway, back to my current priority. I descended further down her body as I enjoyed it with kisses, passing over her smooth and toned belly, eliciting sighs of contentment and shivers from her.

I moved down just below his groin, reaching the thick tight thighs of his long legs. I parted them, lifting her lower body behind her knees and keeping her legs in an M shape. Revealing to me her pink slit dripping with arousal. She blushed when her pussy was visible to my greedy eyes. I wanted so badly to forget about everything and just fall into that delicious pussy, but first I decided to tease her a little.

I started licking and biting her inner thigh as I caressed her slender legs.

"H-Harry, don't be mean!" She told me with an anxious pout on her face.

I put as much innocence as I could into my face as I continued to enjoy her thick thighs.

"Mean? What am I doing wrong Aunt Bella?"

Her eyes darkened even more with lust as she immediately realized what I wanted to do.

"M-my pussy. Be a good nephew and lick your auntie's pussy, will you?" She said between panting breaths.

Oh, hell yeah, aunt-nephew scenario, that's hot.

Yes, this world is perfect.

I brought my hands up to her drooling slit and parted her bottom lip with my fingers, revealing her sticky pink tunnel.

"You mean that, Aunt Bella? It looks like it's leaking some sort of liquid. Should I lick it off to stop it from leaking?" I said, looking innocently into her eyes.

"Y-yes, that's right."

I did, leaning down and placing a kiss on her wet cleft before closing my eyes and finally feasting on the pot of honey.

I invaded his sodden tunnel with my tongue as I buried my face in his groin, smelling his morning scent.

Her moans came back louder as I tasted her sweet pussy with my tongue and teased her sensitive bud with my nose. My hands continued to caress her legs, which wrapped around my head, pulling me closer to her groin.

Frankly, I don't see a better way to wake up than to get a blowjob before eating pussy and eliciting moans from a woman like Bella. Watching her face contort with pleasure as she brought her fist to her mouth, trying to contain her voice, was a beautiful sight that only spurred me on to increase the intensity to which I basked in her core.

I continued digging in and enjoying the divine taste that tickled my taste buds before I felt her legs begin to tremble, indicating her impending orgasm.

I reluctantly pulled away from the sweet feast causing an indignant sound from her and she was about to complain in words before I shoved two fingers into her cunt and started to retract and sink them again continuously.

I locked my lips on her clit about to test something I had long thought about Harry Potter from my past life.

Parseltongue allows a human, wizard in this case, to speak snake language, and the hissing of snake language that causes the tongue to vibrate also happens in wizards.

Honestly, I don't know, but I think the vibration can be more intense than a normal vibrator toy.

So I tested it. I held her clit between my lips and sucked hard as I pressed my tongue to her clit. From my fingers inside her, I flexed them continuously towards her upper pussy, trying to find her G-spot and stimulate it.

While I'm glad I'm not a Horcrux in this world, my family and I have discovered that I'm capable of Parseltongue. So I used the skill and hissed, hissing on her sensitive bud as I writhed my fingers in the erogenous area of her pussy tunnel.

As a result, Bella screamed. She screamed a lot, roaring into the morning as her body writhed and convulsed beneath me.

"AAAHHHH, H-HARRYY. HH-HAAAM, H-HMMAA F-FUCK!!"

She grabbed the black locks of my hair as her legs thrashed fiercely, she didn't exactly try to pull away, but her body couldn't stay still as pleasure wracked her body. Dude, that's what I call magic.

Her vaginal walls tightened viciously around my fingers as she spurted in orgasm, squirting her juices onto my face. I withdrew my mouth and fingers from her pussy, but continued to stimulate her clit with my thumb as I happily drank her sweet nectar.

It was then that my bedroom door abruptly opened when my mother, Lily Evans, appeared with a worried and alarmed expression.

Both her expression and her body froze as her eyes took in the current scene.

Me very naked between Bella's legs with a visibly throbbing erection, the remnants of my godmother's orgasm dripping from the lower part of my face. While Bella, equally naked, was sprawled on my bed breathing heavily, her huge breasts swaying in time with her breathing. Her face wore a dark flush with a stupid smile that said 'I just came and it was amazing,' drool trickled from the corners of her lips, the sheet on my bed between Bella's legs soaked with her fluids.

...

Oops.

Well... maybe I shouldn't have made her scream so much.