Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

A Wild Yule Ball (Harry Potter)

Poll Winner (Part 1-2)

Themes: Moresome, Big Dick, Fucked Silly

Summary: The night of the Yule Ball, Harry finds Cho, Hermione and the Patil twins sitting together after being ditched. Luckily this is one of those universes where he's a Giga-Chad.

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Part 1:

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To say the last several months had been a rather wild ride for one Harry James Potter would be an understatement. His Fourth Year at Hogwarts had been absolutely bonkers so far, even compared to his first three years at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! In point of fact, it’d been bonkers even before he got back to Hogwarts. Apparently, this age was the age when Wizards came into their Majority, or something, because Harry had suddenly inherited a ton of titles and properties.
 
He was apparently not just the Heir of House Potter, but also the Heir of House Black, via his godfather, the Heir of Gryffindor via some long-off lineage tracing back to the time of the Founders, and the Heir of Slytherin through an equally ancient Conquest Clause that Salazar himself had put in. The goblins were also pretty sure he was the Heir of Merlin and some ancient family known only as House Peverell as well, but the Ministry was actually fighting them pretty hard on that one, so it was still up in the air.
 
On top of all of this sudden outward recognition, came a physical maturity as well. Harry’s ‘magical core’ had finally settled, or something, and he apparently had the densest, most powerful magical core ever seen. Given the young man hadn’t even known that magical cores existed before this year, well, he wasn’t entirely sure what it all meant. Supposedly, it meant he was super powerful? And he supposed he’d had a few good spells over the years, here and there.
 
But apparently, the only reason he wasn’t an absolute prodigy at magic was because of his terrible upbringing. Ever since the goblins had announced all of his inheritances, Harry had had a number of different people looking in on him who claimed to have his best interests at heart. Harry wasn’t entirely sure he trusted ALL of them necessarily, but the Mediwitch who had been sent to evaluate him at the beginning of the school year had seemed trustworthy enough, and so he’d been taking the Potions Regime she’d assigned to heart.
 
The results were incredible. He’d gained a good six inches of height overnight, filled out incredibly fast, and was able to cast magic with an ease that made all of the struggles he’d dealt with in his previous three years feel almost silly, looking back.
 
All of that was the good stuff though. It wouldn’t be Harry’s life if suddenly everything was all good, all the time. On top of all of that, Harry had somehow been forced into the Triwizard Tournament, despite never so much as going near the Goblet of Fire. That Dumbledore’s Age Line had been tricked was something he still didn’t fully get. The Headmaster was supposed to be the strongest, most powerful, and most knowledgeable wizard around, right?
 
In the end though, it hadn’t mattered so far. The First Task had been harrowing, but with his new physicality and magical prowess, kicking the Hungarian Horntail’s ass had been child’s play. He’d gotten the most points of the First Task, as a matter of fact, putting him in the lead over the three legitimate Champions. The judges had honestly looked downright annoyed that they could find no fault in what he’d done.
 
Of course, in the wake of such a tremendous success, you’d THINK Harry would have had an easy time finding a date to the Yule Ball. But the Wizarding World was old-fashioned, and Harry was still who he was, trying to come to terms with everything. He had, admittedly, put things off until the last minute, and then ended up making a deal with the Patil Sisters, Parvati and Padma, to go with him and Ron.
 
Still, the Yule Ball hadn’t been terrible. But even with all of his new power and might, Harry still had bodily functions to take care of. And so, he’d begged off to go to the bathroom maybe fifteen minutes ago, stopping on his way back to get some drinks for him, Parvati, Padma, and Ron as a way of apology for bowing out.
 
Only, as the well-built green-eyed young wizard approaches the table where he left Ron and their dates, he finds something odd going on. Parvati and Padma are still there… but Ron is nowhere to be seen. On top of that, the boy has been replaced by two more girls, Hermione Granger and Cho Chang. Both of whom had gone to the Yule Ball with their own dates for the evening, Harry’s fellow Champions, Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory.
 
Blinking owlishly, Harry makes his way over and sets the drinks down. All four are immediately picked up by a girl apiece, and he’s glad he didn’t actually sip from the one he intended for himself on the way back. Either way, he watches as the witches all down them, before focusing on Parvati, his date. Hermione was technically his best friend… but it was still good manners to keep in mind that Parvati was his date for the evening.
 
“Hey Parvati… uh, what’s going on?”
 
As the other three girls all glare at Parvati Patil for some reason, the Indian Witch beams at him, as if he’s just saved the day somehow. Which… he’s pretty sure he hasn’t. Not today, anyways.
 
“Oh, nothing much. Just these three getting dumped by their dates so the boys could go off and be boys and play some late night Quidditch or something.”
 
Hermione, Padma, and Cho all scowl mightily at that, while Harry blinks owlishly some more. That sounded like fun… but no, he would never abandon his date to chase after the guys. That would be rude. Just as rude as Ron, Viktor, and Cedric had been, in fact. Also…
 
“But Cho is a Quidditch Player too?”
 
This point is not received with the good spirit Harry supposes he expects it to be received by. Indeed, Cho’s lower lip wobbles, and then she breaks down into tears as Padma leans over to comfort her fellow Ravenclaw. Apparently, her own Quidditch credentials had been forgotten by the guys in their pursuit to get away from the fancy party.
 
Parvati abruptly stands up with a grin.
 
“You know, I’d worried that they caught you on their way out and roped you into their little late night scheme. But here you are.”
 
“… Wouldn’t be right to just leave you hanging after I asked you to the Ball, Parvati.”
 
“Heh, the Gryffindor Golden Boy strikes again. Mm, I’m thinking you deserve a reward, Harry.”
 
As Parvati all but drapes herself over him, Harry blushes, unsure what to say to that. And then, as if thinking it over for a second, Parvati waves a hand in her sister’s direction.
 
“You can come too, Padma. We share everything together anyways.”
 
Looking up from comforting Cho, Padma gasps and flushes.
 
“P-Parvati!”
 
Rolling her eyes, Parvati growls.
 
“Fine! The others can join us. We’ll make a party of it! But! Harry is my date, so I get to go first.”
 
Somehow, Harry didn’t think that was what Padma meant when she called her sister’s name in that scandalized tone. Except, no sooner has Harry gotten done thinking that, then he realizes he suddenly has three pairs of speculative, considering eyes focused on him and his newly chiseled jaw and broad-chested bod.
 
… Why did he suddenly feel like he needed an adult?
 
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Fifteen minutes later, Harry and the four beautifully dressed young witches have all relocated to the Room of Requirement. Located on Hogwarts’ Seventh Floor, Harry had inadvertently stumbled upon it very early on in the year, in a tale that probably sounded as fanciful as everything else that had happened so far to him this year but didn’t necessarily bear repeating.
 
Frankly, it wasn’t nearly as fanciful as what was happening now. Harry had secretly hoped that his new appearance might attract a girl or something, and that he might get to kiss someone or something before the year was out… but this? This blew all of his hopes and expectations CLEAR out of the water. After asking the Room of Requirement for a large heart-shaped bed, Parvati had begun to strip, and the other girls had followed her lead.
 
Harry himself had been unsure what to do, but before he could decide, they’d descended upon him, and stripped him down as well. Now, he was sat on the tip of the heart shaped bed, straddling the point of it. Despite her words about getting to go first, Parvati was only one of two women kneeling between his legs, licking up and down one side of his cock length. Padma was on the other side, and the Indian Twins were going cross-eyed as they worked over his throbbing, still growing shaft with their mouths and tongues.
 
“T-Thought you were gonna tackle him all by yourself, Parvati…”
 
“I had no idea he was THIS big… fuck, I’m glad I invited you three. You can help share the load.”
 
“Heh, I’m guessing we’ll be sharing more than one load, by the time this night is over…”
 
“Padma! What would mother and father say? Heh…”
 
As the twins talk in between moaning all over his admittedly massive cock, Hermione and Cho aren’t idle either. The brunette bookworm and Chinese witch are kneeling on either side of him, rubbing their tits into his back and hugging him from behind as they lick and kiss at his neck. Cho seems at least twice as eager as Hermione, who is undeniably shy.
 
“Never… never thought I’d be doing this with you Harry. I mean, I wanted to… but I thought my chance had passed me by.”
 
Blinking, Harry twists to look at Hermione.
 
“Huh?”
 
Blushing, Hermione just nods.
 
“I’ve had a crush on you since you saved my life back in our First Year. But you never seemed like you thought of me that way. I’d resigned myself to just being like your sister.”
 
Blinking, Harry blushes right back.
 
“O-Oh… I guess I always thought you liked Ron.”
 
“Ron?! We bicker constantly!”
 
“Yeah, I just thought-mmph!”
 
“Less thinking. More kissing.”
 
Coming from Hermione, that’s certainly something. Of course, Cho demands her own fair share of kisses, and thankfully they aren’t too watery. The Asian Witch is eager, but her tears have long dried, and it seems she’s finally gotten over Cedric’s abandonment of her. Harry winces at the thought that he might be breaking them up with this. After all, they were the only real couple that had been boyfriend and girlfriend before the Yule Ball.
 
But hey, Cho was her own woman, and if she wanted to be here, who was he to judge?
 
“Okay… I think he’s ready. He’s not getting any bigger.”
 
“Finally. Let’s do this thing, I can’t wait to go next!”
 
“Who says you’re second? I’m his best friend!”
 
“Maybe that’s enough reason for you to go last? You know, save the best for last?”
 
“Nice try, Chang…”
 
Soon after Parvati and Padma decide they’ve gotten him as hard as they possibly can, the real fun begins. It starts with Parvati, which is only fair since she’s his actual date for the evening. The beautiful dark-skinned Gryffindor witch has him lay back on the heart-shaped bed and impales herself on his massive member. Harry doesn’t mind being on bottom, since it’s his first time, but when the others suggest he begin moving a bit more, he takes their advice.
 
That might have been a mistake, given how Parvati ends up with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth by the time he cums inside of her. She definitely climaxes multiple times, or so Padma says, but still, she’s really out of it when he finishes up and pumps her full of his seed. Harry wonders if that’s really okay, but he doesn’t necessarily have time to worry about her.
 
Padma does end up going next, and at least has no desire to be on top. Instead, she lays back and has him take her missionary style, but after a little bit she demands he grab her ankles, spread her legs wide, and rail her just as hard as he railed her sister. Harry does so, and soon enough the Ravenclaw Patil Twin is making the same noises and same exact facial expression Parvati was making, literally identical given their status as twins.
 
He pumps a load inside of her as well, and Padma mumbles something about it being ‘so good’ before passing out on him.
 
Cho does end up going next, with Hermione ultimately deciding she would be last after all, after seeing how he handled the Patil Twins so roughly. Her justification, that she wanted him to tire himself out a bit more so she could have it nice and slow, was a little bit juxtaposed by the way she was fingering her gushing wet cunny hard and fast while he was fucking the others.
 
On the other hand, Cho Chang was unabashed about what she wanted. She had him wrap his belt around her neck and take her from behind, squealing all the while as she told him to pull the makeshift leash tighter, choking her as he fucked her. The Asian Witch was definitely very kinky, but Harry wasn’t about to hold that against her. He came inside of her like the Patil Twins, and she passed out from the experience, eyes rolling around in her head, mouth wide open as she lay on the bed face down, ass up, unresponsive.
 
And finally, it was Hermione’s turn. He takes her on her back too, but Hermione isn’t having any sort of distance between them. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down into a deep, passionate, tongue-filled kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist as she moans into his mouth while he fucks her. He’s not really tired even now, but Hermione never once complains about the roughness, not even when they have to pull apart to breathe.
 
“You k-know what this position is called, H-Harry?”
 
When he shakes his head, Hermione giggles and grins, lust-drunk.
 
“This is… a mating press.”
 
Harry blushes at that, but Hermione isn’t done yet.
 
“You came inside of the others without even thinking about it, didn’t you? You big, strong, hunky wizard. Magic wants to be spread. Some authors even postulate it has a mind of its own. And you have soooo much magic, Harry. You’re so POWERFUL… so do it. Cum inside of me. Breed me muggleborn pussy, just like you did those three!”
 
Breeding wasn’t something he’d had in mind at ALL, but now that she says it, he realizes she’s right. Not only did he cum inside of the others without thinking, not only did they take it without complaint, but Harry… Harry can feel something urging him on, to do the same to Hermione. And so, he listens to both his best friend and perhaps Magic Itself, and cums deep inside of the brunette, filling her with his seed.
 
In the aftermath of that fourth load, Harry collapses onto his back on the bed, only to have the four women he’s just lost his virginity with all cuddle up alongside him, two to a side. There might be consequences for their actions here tonight, things they had to face up to in the light of day… but for now, they just rest and relax, and drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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Part 2:

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He’s not quite sure how he expects to wake up. The night before feels like an exceptionally good dream. Surely it hadn’t actually happened though, right? Surely he hadn’t gone and had a fivesome with his date, his date’s sister, Cho Chang, and his best friend Hermione… right?
 
Except, as he slowly wakes up to the feel of gentle, loving lips and enthusiastic, eager tongues running up and down either side of his throbbing shaft, Harry has to acknowledge that the events of the previous night DID in fact happen. Either that, or he was still dreaming.
 
Shifting ever so slightly as his eyes begin to creak open, Harry pinches himself in the side ruthlessly. His sharp intake of breath at the pain that causes lets him know that no, he was not dreaming. This was reality. He was awake. And two very beautiful, identical Indian witches were currently kneeling on either side of him, their gorgeous mocha-skinned bodies on full display as they lick and lap and kiss at either side of his massive member.
 
Parvati and Padma Patil, Hogwarts’ Resident Twin Witches. They’re identically beautiful, for all that Parvati is the Gryffindor and Padma is the Ravenclaw. And for all that Parvati is the more outgoing of the two and Padma is the bookworm, Harry can’t tell them apart right now. They both look just as eager as the other, and completely bereft of clothing as well as with their hair down, he can’t find a single identifying mark on either of them.
 
Until, that is, he reaches out with his magic. His incredibly dense magical core, immense in power, answers his call with ease as it always does now that he’s healthier and no longer half-starved and stunted in growth. In an instant, Harry knows that Parvati Patil is the one on the right, and Padma Patil is the one on the left.
 
As they feel his magic wash over him, their eyes both dart to him at the same time and Harry gives them each a smile and a nod.
 
“Parvati. Padma.”
 
Their blushes at him correctly identifying the two of them are well worth the magic he used to figure out who they were. They give him matching smiles back, before returning to servicing his morning wood in lieu of actually saying anything. Harry is just about to speak up again, when Cho and Hermione arrive. Technically, they’d always been there, still in the Room of Requirement with him and the twins, but Harry had been so focused on what was happening on the bed that he hadn’t noticed them, on the other side of the room.
 
Hermione and Cho arrive with matching silver trays meant to be set up on a bed, each of them piled high with all sorts of breakfast foods, including many of Harry’s favorites, like an entire platter of treacle tarts. The two girls, just as naked as Parvati and Padma, climb up onto the heart-shaped bed and set their platters down on either side of him.
 
“Good morning, Harry. I hope you’re excited for breakfast in bed~”
 
“There’s something we need to talk to you about… but first, food.”
 
Harry opens his mouth to reply, only for his stomach to do the talking for him. The loud growl that emits from his rumbling belly makes the handsome, powerful young wizard blush, even as it draws the wide eyes of all four of the naked witches surrounding him. After a moment though, the Patil twins return to servicing him with their mouths, and Hermione and Cho both lean in, over their silver trays, their breasts hanging tantalizingly and invitingly within reach as they begin to feed him by hand.
 
Thoroughly embarrassed, Harry lets them do so all the same. Never in a million years did he think he would find himself in a situation like this. Last night was one thing… he’d felt so terrible about how his fellow wizards had treated their dates. And when Parvati had offered to share him, well… he’d gone along with it.
 
But now? Now this was feeling like it was going well beyond his expectations of one night of carefree fun. It wasn’t that he DISLIKED this or anything like that, but at the same time… it was all a bit much, wasn’t it? Just for him?
 
As he eats what Hermione and Cho offer him, finding it all to be quite delicious and filling, rejuvenating him and helping him rebuild his stockpile of energy and magic that had been spent the night before, down below Parvati and Padma are getting more and more enthusiastic. Until eventually, Parvati just takes the lead and swallows his cockhead whole.
 
As she bobs up and down his shaft, Padma navigates down to his balls instead, the gorgeous Ravenclaw Witch swirling her tongue around his nuts and this way and that as she plays with his churning gonads. Having one Patil Twin slurping at his balls and the other slurping at his bell end… Harry can’t last much longer, and he groans around a mouthful of food, trying to warn them but failing to do so before exploding all over their faces and chests.
 
Not that Padma or Parvati seem to mind all that much. In fact, the way they moan and rub his cum into their dark-skinned tits while licking their lips makes it seem like they enjoy getting covered in his seed very much. Harry blinks at this, before realizing… his cum is suffused with his magic. Fuck, no wonder they like it… he’s literally giving them a magic infusion!
 
Flushing hotly, Harry nevertheless watches silently as they lean forward and ultimately start making out with each other, their kissing a poor pretense to lick more of his seed from one another’s faces. Watching the pair of hot and ready to trot twins making out like that… it gets him rock hard again in no time.
 
But he’s not entirely sure he should be starting anything at this point. So, he doesn’t… he doesn’t reach for any of them just yet. After all, Cho had mentioned that they had something they wanted to talk to him about.
 
Breakfast ends, and soon after Harry finds himself sitting on the end of the heart-shaped bed, straddling the slightly pointy curve at the bottom with his legs, his rock hard cock pointing unerringly in the direction of the four witches he bedded the night before. Meanwhile, Hermione, Cho, and the Patil Twins have, for some reason, decided to kneel down in a row in front of him, their hands in their laps and their chests on display as they look at him with an equal, powerful longing in all of their eyes. Even his best friend is staring at him with that aroused, lustful look…
 
“So… uh, what exactly did you want to talk about?”
 
The four of them all exchange quick glances, before Hermione speaks up for the lot of them.
 
“We want… to make this a permanent thing, Harry.”
 
She blushes at that, all of them do. They’re looking at him like… like they’re lovestruck. Blinking owlishly, Harry realizes they ARE lovestruck. He’s completely captured their hearts after but a single night. And the way she said that… they want to share him long term?! Really?!
 
Cho is quick to jump in, in the ensuing silence.
 
“We do not all have to be your wives. I for one would not mind being a mistress or consort.”
 
Parvati and Padma bob their heads up and down.
 
“If not to you, we would probably end up as the concubines of some rich wizard back in India anyways. Being your concubines would be much more preferable.”
 
Hermione, meanwhile, fidgets for a moment before biting her lower lip and speaking up again.
 
“I would… p-prefer to be your wife, Harry. But I know you had some b-bad experiences, over the summer.”
 
That was… true. Harry winces, just thinking about it. Not all of the revelations over the summer had been good. Some had been quite taxing, in fact. The discovery that he’d had half a dozen marriage contracts to a number of Pureblood Heiresses, and was expected to fulfill ALL of them? It’d been a little crazy. He didn’t even know girls like Daphne Greengrass or Susan Bones, and he was just expected to marry them because of some contracts? Without any say in the matter? Fuck that!
 
Luckily for Harry’s sanity, he’d been able to lawyer up. Sirius had known a very good lawyer indeed, a woman named Andromeda Tonks, and within a month of the marriage contracts all coming to light, they’d all been dissolved. To be fair, most of the Pureblood witches who he’d been supposed to marry weren’t anymore interested in being tied down by a contract either.
 
Oh sure, some of them were a bit more interested in him and his money, but the marriage contracts had NOT been in their favor in that way. In fact, they’d all been quite draconian, which was why Harry wasn’t completely floored by Cho’s offer to be his Mistress, or the Patil Twins wanting to be his concubines. It wasn’t as uncommon in the wizarding world as one might think, as he’d learned over the summer.
 
Nor was Harry surprised that Hermione might actually want to be his lawfully wedded wife. The muggleborn witch was used to marriage as a concept after all, having grown up in Muggle Britain. And yet… she didn’t sound like she was upset by the idea of sharing him with the others, not one bit. Still, Harry felt like he had to make sure.
 
“You all… wouldn’t mind sharing me? You wouldn’t mind ALL being my women? You’re not asking me to choose between you?”
 
The foursome all exchange a fresh round of glances, before shaking their head in unison as they look back to him. Once again, Hermione speaks for them all.
 
“You’re too much man for any one of us to handle. A-And besides… we discovered our l-love for you together. It… it only makes sense to share.”
 
Harry’s cock twitches, and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he stares at the four kneeling, naked beauties in silence for a long moment. This was actually happening. This was really, truly happening.
 
“… Alright. Um, I don’t know for sure where our… relationship will take us, or what each of your individual titles will end up being… but I’d be happy to have you all in my life, going forward.”
 
Harry can’t help but smile, as all four of their faces light up in excitement and joy. It helps that none of them had a prior marriage contract with him. Frankly, having marriage contracts with half of the girls in his year had been… rough on Harry. But these witches, three foreign and one muggleborn, weren’t caught up in that mess whatsoever. And… he liked all of them. He liked them a lot.
 
An awkward moment passes, before Cho scoffs and abruptly stands up.
 
“Hmph, if you three won’t make the first move, then I suppose I will.”

And with that, the slightly older witch walks over and promptly climbs into Harry’s lap, impaling herself upon his cock. Hermione and the Patil Twins all flush, even as Harry groans, his hands going straight to Cho’s ass and his mouth going to her breasts, once she leans forward and pushes them into his face.
 
Just like that, the two of them are fucking. Harry can’t help his enthusiasm, Cho’s body is to die for, and his cock is throbbing, even with the wake up blowjob. Growling into her breasts, he quickly bounces her up and down on his dick. What starts out as wanton moans soon turns into cries of ecstasy, with the Asian witch throwing her head back and shuddering in orgasmic delight as he fucks her to kingdom cum.
 
Hermione and the Patil Twins are not idle in the meantime either, and by the time he cums inside of Cho, they’re all ready for him, in their own way. Hermione is on her back, helplessly masturbating while presenting with her legs spread. Parvati is bent over a nearby set of drawers, doing the same but showing off from behind with her own legs spread wide as she stands there in offering. And finally, Padma is on her hands and knees, shoving a whole FIST up into her cunt in anticipation of his arrival.
 
… He starts with Padma, but it’s not like it’s a competition with real winners or losers, or anything like that. Yes, he fucks Padma next… but Parvati and Hermione aren’t far behind. All four women are his now. They’re his… girlfriends? Harry doesn’t entirely know what they are. Cho wanted to be his mistress, the Patil Twins wanted to be his concubines, and Hermione wanted to be his wife.
 
One thing was for absolute certain, they were all his lovers. Harry would protect them with all his heart, would defend them from all sources of heartache and evil. He would keep them close and refused to let anything happen to them. He knew he had his enemies out there… and suspected he would be making some more enemies close to home by taking these four ladies as his women.
 
But Harry didn’t care. Not anymore. All he cared about was the happiness of his lovers, and his own. All he cared about was their safety, their protection.
 
As he fucks each of them, Harry feels his magic welling up within him alongside these feelings of protection, of a desire to keep them safe. Each time he… discharges inside of a lover, he feels his magic let out a discharge as well. Golden runes of mysterious origin flare across their naked bodies each time. For a moment, they seem like they’re tattooed from head to toe.
 
Then the runes fade from view… but Harry can tell they’re still there. He can’t quite explain it. He has no idea exactly what he’s doing. But at the same time, he has implicit understanding of what’s been done. Protection, plain and simple. He might not fully understand the specifics, and he’s confident that once she’s not fucked out of her mind with pleasure, Hermione will be very interested in trying to decipher the runes. Padma and Cho as well. Heck, maybe even Parvati, he shouldn’t assume.
 
For now, though, Harry is confident of one thing. His love for these four ladies has manifested itself through his magic and will protect them from all harm for as long as his love remains strong. He’s taken them under his wing, taken them under the aegis of his shield… and Harry has no intention of letting ANYTHING happen to them, for as long as they are his.
 
As the morning comes to a close and Harry finishes bestowing both his seed and his protection to the last of his four lovers, he finds himself more certain than ever that no matter what the future holds, he’ll face it with these lovely witches at his side.

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