Betrayal

Chapter 31. Betrayal

I was swimming in the sky, chasing my twin, whose taunting giggles surrounded me like a comforting blanket.

She flitted before me, her beautiful red hair surrounding her head like a halo, waving sluggishly as if they were underwater. I swam towards her effortlessly, parting the clouds that dared to come between us.

But she was always a foot ahead, just out of reach.

Her eyes gleamed in bored amusement as she gesticulated, signalling me to come catch her, her lips betraying her smug glee. I so wanted to grab her by the hair and pull her into a scorching kiss. And the way her smile widened, she knew the effect she was having on me.

At last, I gave it my all and rocketed towards her. She squealed as I collided with her, my arms reaching around her waist, clinging to her hips, and pulling her in. My mouth met hers demandingly. She smiled in the kiss before returning it hungrily, not minding losing the game as I gathered her possessively in my arms, the warmth of my skin chasing away the coolness of the wind.

"Harry." She purred when my fingers left her arse and moved over her breasts.

"Iris." I breathed on her lips, squeezing them, loving the way she tensed in my embrace, the way she groaned in pleasure when my thumbs brushed against her stiff nipples, mashing her lips on mine and shoving her tongue down my throat.

We kissed wantonly, sucking on one another's mouth, breathing each other's breath. She tasted so sweet and intoxicating that I never wanted to stop this. Her tongue hugged mine as our saliva intermixed, it made me hard like nothing else. I had her by her tits, fondling and squeezing her firm mounds while I pressed myself against her.

I loved her.

I loved the taste of her mouth.

I was addicted to the feel of her breasts in my hands and the press of her body on mine.

I moaned when her hand wandered down and she cupped my crotch.

Before this could progress further, a wave of strong wind came like a shearing knife, separating me from my sister, and buffeting her away until she was just a dot in the sky. Her instinctive scream rattled my soul, my heart jumping in my throat as I tried to free myself from these malicious winds and go after her. But all was in vain. Like a hand of God swiping me down from up above, the wind carried me toward the ground.

Like a meteorite, I plummeted toward the earth. I gave up, accepting my death and closing my eyes as the ground swiftly approached me.

A strange malevolent sensation made my eyes snap open.

I ducked under a curse before I realised that I didn't need to. I was just a spectre and an unwilling spectator here.

The here being Greengrass Manor.

My surprise at abruptly finding myself here lasted only for a second before I surmised that the [Dreamer] perk was at work again, showing me either a memory of the past or a vision of the future. I sighed wistfully, missing the sweet dream about my sister already, the details about it beginning to blur like dreams ought to do.

Looking at the youthful face of Proserpina Greengrass and the scared visage of Tim Greengrass, I concluded it was obviously the past and not the future that was happening in front of my eyes.

I walked into a corner, watching the spectacle curiously. That was all I could do since this had already happened and couldn't be changed.

Eight Death Eaters stood barring the exit of the Manor, trapping the Greengrass couple and stopping them from escaping, not that they would have since their daughter was still upstairs.

"What is the meaning of this, Robert?" Tim Greengrass shouted as the spellfire lulled and both the parties panted, catching their breaths, glaring at each other. Tim's wand hand shook as he trained it at the only unmasked Death Eater.

The dark-bearded man chuckled contemptuously. "You thought there'd be no consequences for your actions, Greengrass? That the Dark Lord wouldn't see your treachery?"

Tim wore a deeply confused look as he yelled defensively, "What treachery? I'm firmly on Lord Voldemort's side. I didn't do anything!"

Robert scoffed, derision colouring his tone. "There has been an ongoing information leak for months, resulting in the deaths of our men and the failure of our raids. And all the evidence points toward your family. It is either you or your wife or both of you. Doesn't matter, you both will die anyway."

Tim looked baffled for a second before he swerved on his feet, turning to his wife and ignoring the attackers. "Proserpina! Tell me you didn't! Tell me you did not just ruin our family because of your friendship with the blood traitors."

She didn't respond.

Her silence was the answer as she glowered at the assailants, not giving her cowardly husband any attention.

It was an understatement to say that I was shocked by the conversation. I had always thought that Tim Greengrass was a hero. That he had always been on our side. But this memory seemed to say otherwise. It painted him with unflattering colours, washing away the fake golden shine of the falsehood.

I looked on as Tim Greengrass lost his remaining composure, letting out an incoherent frustrated cry before turning his wand at his own wife. "Robert. Listen. Take this traitor bitch away and her mudblood runt too. Kill them, do whatever you want with them. Just spare me. Believe me when I say that I did not know about her disloyalty. I am a loyal supporter of our lord. I would not turn against him. Please, trust me!"

If I had the power I'd have already cleaved this fucking man and killed him in cold blood for even uttering those words, for trying to hand my aunt and my best friend to these animals. But all I could do was seeth in anger as the confrontation changed from bad to worse, as the tension rose to an explosive degree.

"Really, Tim? You are going to sacrifice me and Daphne to save your own hide? How pathetic can you be?" She said in an ice-cold voice, her knuckles turning white from her grip on the wand.

"Haha. Don't act like a victim, Proserpina. You brought this on yourself! I'm not going down with you. As for Daphne? I cannot even be sure if she is my own offspring. If you can betray my cause so easily, you can be unfaithful too." Tim yelled, spittle flying out of his mouth as he gnashed his teeth, trying to rationalise his selfish decision, trying to gain the moral high ground.

Aunt Proseprina heaved a sorrowful sigh. "She is your child, Tim. Don't do this. There is still a chance. I can save us. Don't turn on me."

"You dare! You have already turned on me."

"Enough squabbling. Tim, come here if you're with us." Robert grunted, getting annoyed by the family drama.

But Aunt Proserpina didn't even give her husband a chance to join the Death Eaters. She shot a stunner at him as soon as he tried to move towards safety, as soon as he had his back facing her.

That was the spark that reignited the spellfire.

She swept her arm up and a giant slab of stone rose instantly. She hunkered down behind it as they rained spells at her. She tried to contain her panicked emotions, knowing that she couldn't win if she wasn't able to master them.

Unfortunately, she overestimated the durability and safety of the wall.

The stone barrier simply exploded into pieces the next second and the impact of it knocked her far against the wall. She crumpled against it, whimpering as a well of pain erupted in her stomach.

She coughed loudly and sluggishly got on her feet with much effort, grimacing at the taste of the blood.

I went and stood beside her, wanting nothing more than to help her at the moment. But this was past, it had already taken place. I was powerless here.

Aunt Proserpina didn't get much time to recuperate, the Death Eaters vanishing the chunks of the stone barrier and trying to clear the dust fog that had enveloped the room from the earlier explosion.

Still, these few seconds were enough for her to master her emotions.

The eight Death Eaters parted the dust and stepped towards her. They were only more assured of their victory as their predatory gazes fell on her.

She stood on shaky legs, her long blonde hair coming out undone from the elegant braid. With her half-torn robes and blood running down from the corner of her mouth, she wasn't the image of an intimidating opponent.

She looked more like a cornered animal.

But her eyes, her glowing blue eyes shone with determination. All the doubts had disappeared from her mind. There was no more hesitation. She was finally calm and ready.

Though the Death Eaters didn't see that, they were deceived by her external appearance, leering at her, mocking her. They thought her frail and weak.

"Agni!" She screamed abruptly, her voice laced with many emotions. Pain and desperation among them, but the emotion that stood out the most was hatred. A deep hatred entrenched in anger for these animals who saw nothing wrong with killing and plundering, who justified genocide and rape.

A giant red wyrm roared out of her wand, engulfing all the Death Eaters in a single bite.

They tried to shield themselves but the hunger of these flames wouldn't be stopped by puny magical barriers. They all died, quickly, screaming in pain as their bodies burnt to ashes in a matter of seconds.

Aunt Proserpina pressed her lips and vanished the fire with a mighty wave of her free hand. The wyrm guttered out pathetically, letting out a last roar, leaving a half-burnt house behind.

She collapsed on the floor and released an audible relieved sigh, pulling a piece of shrapnel from her side with a wince, allowing the blood to steadily trickle out.

I stood before her, worriedly looking at her injuries.

"Daphne!" She suddenly gasped, jumping to her feet and running up the stairs, unheeding the blood trail following her.

Before I could go after her, the dream shattered, causing me to wake up.

~xXxXx~

Harry started awake, gasping as if he had his head underwater for the past hour and had just broken through the surface, greedily breathing in the air as if his life depended on it. The dream about his aunt solidified into a sharp memory while the earlier whimsical vision of him playing with Iris was totally lost to his conscious mind.

Lily, who was being spooned by him, too woke up at the sensation of him puffing over her neck. She rolled over her side to face him, concern welling up in her bleary eyes.

"Harry, you alright?" She asked in a whispery voice, cupping his face, trying to calm him.

"I'm alright. Had a weird dream." He said slowly, deciding not to reveal the facts until he confirmed it with his aunt.

"I see." She mumbled, pulling him close, cradling his head at her bosom.

Harry smiled nostalgically as he closed his eyes briefly to enjoy her motherly gesture, a gesture he had been so used to from his earlier childhood. He remembered those good old days when she cradled him and Iris on either side and told them bedtime stories.

But he wasn't a child anymore. And there were a few things that marred this heartwarming image.

Firstly, they were both naked. Which wasn't a surprise since they had been rutting like animals last night.

And secondly, at some point in their hug, Harry had taken her nipple in his mouth and was sucking on it while his hands had attached themselves to her. One was on her other tit, caressing the voluptuous mound and the other had strayed over her body, roaming over her back before shifting downwards. His finger crept between her arse cheeks and he gave her bubbly buttock a squeeze.

It felt amazing how his palm pressed into her round flesh and the way heat wafted over the tip of fingers from her buttcrack.

"Harry." She said his name with fond exasperation, combing his hair and tugging at his tangled curls. "You really have a one-track mind."

He looked up from her swollen wet nipple and grinned. "Maybe. But what else did you expect when you squashed your divine boobs on my face?"

"True, I should've known better. I forgot my cute little Harry has turned into a deviant." She smirked as he went back to licking her breast.

"Mum, is there any magic spell to make milk come out of this again?" He questioned her curiously, squeezing her hard pink nub. She flinched, a sharp sting of pleasure rippling through her chest.

"Yes, there is. Do you want to feed like a baby?" She answered with raised eyebrows, the corner of her mouth twitching. This was messed up on so many levels and yet here she was, thinking it adorable and funny.

Harry had been just joking when he asked that, but hearing her response, his loins stirred and a strange heat churned in his core. He gulped down and stared at her with his most earnest look. "Please."

She didn't bother to hide her amused chuckle, rolling over to her other side and getting her wand from the bedside table.

She pointed the wand at her chest and mumbled a spell before turning on her side to face him again. "Try it."

Harry looked at her breasts which somehow looked fuller and rounder. He closed his mouth over her coin-sized areola, swirling his tongue around her nipple, and sucked. Nothing happened for a few seconds until it did. His eyes widened at the sweet-tasting liquid. He held her tit in his grip, squeezing it and suckling on it.

"Mmmm." Lily groaned, arching her back and pushing her chest forward for him to feast. Harry greedily drank his mother's natural milk for the next half a minute before stopping.

"Wow. It tastes good. The only way it'd have been better was if it was chocolate flavoured." Harry grinned excitedly.

"As you wish, darling." She purred, her eyes gleaming with lust as she used another spell, this time wandlessly. "Drink again."

Harry didn't need to be told twice and he dived in ecstatically, nursing on her boob impatiently and gulping down the chocolatey milk.

Lily whimpered in pleasure. The more he drank, the more she was turned on, her nether lips getting wetter and wetter. This is different feeding, she thought. Because never before in her life had she gotten so horny from breastfeeding alone. Maybe it was due to his cute aggressive way.

She recalled the memories of her husband sucking on her nipples when they were newlyweds. Just like Harry, he too was into this. But letting him drink from her tits had always been for his pleasure and not hers. She barely felt anything more than tingling and amusement whenever James used to do this.

But right now, she was having a mini orgasm.

"Harry!" She gasped in shocked pleasure when she felt his teeth gently tugging on her teat.

He looked up with a grin and pushed her on her back.

Without a word, she spread her legs, making space for him as moved between her hips. "I'm curious why you even know these spells, mum. It seems I'm not the only deviant here."

"You are not the only one who has gotten the urge to do this. Your father was the same." She laughed at his disgusted face.

"Let's never talk about what you and dad did together." He mumbled, distinctively displeased by the thought of someone else touching his mum. Even when that someone was his father.

"Aw, are you jealous, sweetie?" She snickered.

"Yes, I am jealous." He shrugged, leading his shaft towards her entrance. She seemed surprised at his candid response before a warm smile took over her face.

"Don't be, Harry. You are the most handsome boy I've ever seen. And I'm all yours from now on." She said softly, her voice hitching as he began rubbing the underside of his crown on her dripping labia.

"I'll say you're more than biased." He argued though there was no way his proud smile could be kept hidden.

She chuckled, draping her arms around his neck and pulling him over. "Maybe. But that doesn't change anything."

She kissed him softly for a couple of seconds before they pulled back, both scrunching their nose.

Morning breath, the biggest enemy of romantic mornings, had shown up.

"Let's keep the kissing for after we brush our teeth." She commented dryly. Not that their mouth stank like garbage, but it was still mildly unpleasant and not as fun as their usual snogging.

"I agree." Harry assented before burying his face in her warm neck and slowly easing into her. Lily hugged his head firmly as he pushed into her, parting her silky walls with his erection.

When he was fully inside her, he propped himself on his elbows, not moving and just looking at the beautiful face of his mother. He pecked on her cheek before leaving a trail of lingering kisses down her neck. Lily lay relaxed underneath him, idly running her fingers over his figure, humming appreciatively when she felt his growing muscles.

A moan slipped out of her lips when he engulfed her other nipple, which he had ignored until now, and dedicated his mouth to the new obsession which was drinking her milk.

He eagerly sucked on her tit, guzzling down the tasty milk, and began moving his hips back and forth, pulling out half his cock before shoving it back in with a grunt.

Lily closed her eyes and enveloped him loosely with her legs, making incoherent noises as he drilled in and out of her, rubbing against all her sweet spots.

This went on for a while. Him feasting on her milk and moving languidly while she caressed his body.

A minute later, he amped up the pace. Thrusting harder. His hips smacked against hers as he rutted into her desperately. He had stopped nursing and was instead panting on her breasts like a wild beast, his spit and her milk intermixing and dripping down her glistening peak.

Her breath came in short sharp gasps as he held her and fucked her. She trembled under him, edging closer and closer as he ploughed into her.

She knew he was there when his thrusting got erratic. He buried himself deep inside her and emptied himself, spurting scores of seeds in her womb.

She had tried to talk him out of this habit, of coming inside her, but he never listened. He always filled her up even when knowing that she was his mother, knowing that the one place he shouldn't ever paint his semen with was her womb, from where he had come from. Not that it was a big problem. She was on potions and also used contraceptive charm for double safety. But it still felt wrong to her, to bear her son's seeds and keep them in her womb, however briefly. Although she was getting used to it and the morality issue was fading gradually with each bout of sex.

Contrarily, Harry loved to release inside her. There was just something so satisfying about filling up his own mother. The rush of breaking the taboo always left him breathless. It satisfied him on a spiritual level. And he also enjoyed marking her in that way.

Lily gasped loudly when Harry didn't stop after releasing, but continued thrusting, making her eyes widen. She held onto him and surrounded herself with his scent as he fucked her frantically.

"Harry!" She muffled her scream in his hair, clenching around his dick as he managed to pull a massive orgasm out of her. She shuddered beneath him, squeezing his waist with her legs.

Sensing that she was done, he let himself go, coming inside her again explosively. His entire body shook from the impact of the almost-painful second orgasm which he had stubbornly wrenched out of himself.

As her womb overflowed, he slumped on her, resting his face on her pillowy breasts. The power and pleasure of his second orgasm left him blissful.

She rolled them over so they were on their sides. Harry cuddled into her, squashing his face on her tits.

It was so comfortable.

They basked in post-coital bliss. Silent and content in just hugging each other before they allowed themselves to nap briefly.

~xXxXx~

"Harry." Proserpina Greengrass was there to welcome him when he floo-ed to the manor at noon.

And unlike the last two days, she wasn't wearing a welcoming smile but a displeased scowl.

'Oops. Looks like she is still mad at me about yesterday.' Harry thought, trying to smother his grin.

"Aunty." He greeted her jovially, sweeping her into his arms and placing a loud kiss on her cheek. He was grateful that she at least reciprocated the hug before pushing him away.

"How did you disappear yesterday? Tell me now and I will forgive you for groping my bum." Her scowl deepened as she crossed her arms underneath her chest.

Harry's eyes widened as he saw the amount of cleavage on display. It wasn't scandalous or anything but it was definitely provocative and more than the normal amount.

Was she trying to seduce him to get the information?

He took a moment to eye her up. As usual, she was wearing a fancy black sleeveless dress with a plunging neckline. There were also slits in her skirt, showing her legs up to the mid-thighs whenever she moved.

"Stop ogling me, Harry." She said sternly, drawing his attention to her face. There was no make-up except for the red lipstick and her untied hair streamed down nicely behind her.

She looked extraordinarily pretty.

"You are asking too much for simple groping, aunty. My secret is too worthy to be given for so little." He shrugged, knowing that it would draw her ire.

"Simple groping? Are you out of your mind, Harry? I would have cursed you if you were someone else. There was nothing simple about your gropings. And it is getting randier day by day. On the first day, you ask for a kiss and on the second day, you dare to molest me. Are you a nympho, Harry? Don't you have control over your urges? I am finally done. I won't teach you anymore unless you share how you were able to disappear through the wards." She demanded calmly.

Harry raised a curious eyebrow, trying not to laugh at her demand. Also, he was pretty sure the word nympho was only applicable to women. And how was revealing his secret going to make up for his behaviour? There was no correlation between the two things.

Still, Harry's behaviour could be considered bad and he knew it. He needed to learn to control his lust and stop acting with his lower head. And maybe because he already had sex with his mother in the morning, he was calm and not too horny. While he doubted she would really rescind her offer to teach him, there was no need to take risks.

He bowed low and apologised. "I'm sorry, aunty. I didn't mean to offend you. I will never again touch you in that manner without your express permission."

Her lips twitched at his apology. While it was sincere, she didn't miss the last sentence. He hadn't said that he wouldn't ever touch her. He had instead told her that he wouldn't without her express permission. He believed a day would come when she herself would allow him.

How bold, she thought wryly. Though she couldn't deny that she loved the confidence, and he was more than attractive enough. That day might really come. She quickly shut down that line of thought.

"Apology accepted. But what about the secret? Wouldn't you tell me?" She pressed, really curious about it.

In lieu of an answer, he teleported right beside her, startling her. He again disappeared and reappeared in his earlier place, in front of her.

"I have the ability to teleport. And no magical wards can prevent me from using it." He said, enjoying the rare opportunity to see her look so shocked. While he couldn't explicitly tell her about the Gamer System, nothing was stopping him from divulging his abilities. He just couldn't reveal where he got them from.

"That is amazing. It looks extremely useful."

"It is. To teleport, I need to know where I'm going. A clear image of it inside my head."

"You can even go to places you have never been to before?"

"Yes."

"Astounding." She marvelled with an awed look.

"So, you'll still teach me, won't you?" asked Harry.

She offered him a small playful smile. "Yes. Even if you hadn't revealed it. I wouldn't have stopped teaching you."

Harry returned the smile. "How wretched of you. Manipulating me to get to my secrets."

"That's the least you could give for all the freedom you took in pawing my body." She muttered with a frown.

"What if I tell you a bigger secret?"

"Where are you going with this?" She arched her eyebrow, already knowing his intentions.

"Will you let me touch you if I reveal more of my secrets?" He questioned shamelessly.

In place of getting angry, she just gave him a deadpan look. "I am not a whore, Harry."

"I'm not saying you are. Just think of it as indulging my curiosities. All of a sudden, I have gotten these new urges. I'd like to fulfil them." He smiled charmingly.

Instead of instantly declining as responsible adults should do, she silently mulled over his words. "We will see, Harry. We will see."

Harry internally cheered, finally seeing a path to have her in his bed. She shot him a wry look, guessing correctly what he was thinking about. Horny teenagers, easiest to predict.

"Follow me. We will continue from where we left off. Today, I will teach you absolute control. Otherwise, the fire element will eat you alive." She ordered, leaving for their training room.

Was he imagining it or was there really a sensual sway to her hips?

He grinned, leering down at her arse as they walked away, his gaze never leaving the alluring movements of her butt. He really wanted to step forward and grab her plump cheek but his promise made him restrain himself.

He wouldn't touch her without her permission like he was doing until now. He wasn't going to ruin her good mood. She finally had opened up and he was not going to make a mistake due to his lust.

The next hour was spent controlling the flames. She even told him that once he mastered the element, he could summon it silently. She informed him how it was necessary to shape his flames into a form to have more control. Following her example of the wyrm, Harry chose the fire's form to be a dragon.

It didn't take more than a couple of tries to control it. But she still made him summon and dispel them for an entire hour.

"Good. We will continue again tomorrow. You can teleport home now." She smiled at him as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Harry bit his lip, deciding to bring up the topic he wanted to talk about. If he was really evil and didn't care about his aunt, he might have blackmailed her with the information. Apart from her, only he knew that Tim Greengrass was a traitor. Only he was aware that it wasn't the Death Eaters who had ruined him, but her.

He still didn't know what she had done to him.

He wouldn't lie and say that he wasn't tempted. He really was. He could push her down on her knees and choke her on his dick. He could even order her to get on her knees and elbows and fuck her doggy style. And she would do it. He knew that she would do it. She would cry, she would beg but she would part her legs and take him in.

This truth could destroy her family. It could change the way her daughters looked up to her and their father.

Harry had the power to do all of this. But he wouldn't. Some things were too precious to be destroyed for bodily pleasure. Proserpina Greengrass was his family. Daphne and Astoria too were his family. He wasn't cruel enough to wreck everything just to get his dark pleasure.

It was just an intrusive thought that had stayed in his mind, calling to his base urges.

He wasn't a monster. He wouldn't ever force himself on anyone. Or at least he hoped so. After all, what was the difference between Chaos and Order if both left pain and misery behind them?

"Aunty." He called softly.

She looked at him, offering her attention.

"Yes, Harry?"

"I'd like to share one more secret. Recently, I got this ability with which I can heal everything. I can even heal a person who is at death's door. I am offering to cure Uncle Tim." Harry announced. Although he could be direct and tell her that he had a dream about what really happened, he opted to go this way. It would make her talk to him. And that's what he wanted. It must be so painful and frustrating to keep that secret. To see everyone laud her husband as a hero while she knew how false it was.

She stared at him for a minute before shaking her head. "No, Harry. I'd rather not risk it. I don't want you to kill him by accident."

Harry grimaced at her lie. "Don't worry. There is no risk. Come on, aunty. Have some faith. Don't you believe in me? I even showed you my other secret. Haven't you already said that I'm special?"

She rubbed her face and glowered at him. He thought she would lie again. But she didn't.

"Harry. I don't want you to heal him. I don't want him to heal. If I wanted to, I would have already lifted my spell."