Molly Weasley woke up the moment three of her sons stole their father's Ford to go rescue Harry Potter. She smiled as they crossed the wards, knowing that her plan was starting, right on target. She got up and headed to her daughter's room. Like all her children, Ginny was sleeping naked. That had caused a bit of an issue with her daughter almost a couple weeks ago when she'd had her first period. Fortunately there were charms for that.
Actually, all of the children still living at the Borrow had been naked since Ron got home from his first year at Hogwarts. Molly liked them that way, as it made it a lot easier for her plans. She picked up her daughter's favorite hair ties, and headed down to the kitchen to wait.
Harry Potter was trying to get a good night's sleep, when the rattling of his window woke him up. Outside the window, through the bars, was Ron Weasley. He crept to the window, pushing it up so they could talk through the bars. "Ron, how did you – What the –?"
Harry's mouth fell open as the full impact of what he was seeing hit him. Ron was leaning out of the back window of an old turquoise car, which was parked in midair. Grinning at Harry from the front seats were Fred and George, Ron's elder twin brothers. All three didn't seem to be wearing anything, that he could see.
"All right, Harry?" George asked.
"What's been going on?" said Ron. "Why haven't you been answering my letters? I've asked you to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you'd got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles – "
"It wasn't me – and how did he know?"
"He works for the Ministry," said Ron.
"You know we're not supposed to do magic outside of school –"
"You should talk," Harry said looking at the floating car.
"Oh, this doesn't count," Ron said.
"We're only borrowing this. It's Dad's, we didn't enchant it. But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with –"
"I told you, I didn't – but it'll take too long to explain now – look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won't let me come back, and obviously I can't magic myself out, because the Ministry'll think that that's the second spell I've done in three days, so –"
"Stop gibbering," said Ron. "We've come to take you home with us."
"But you can't magic me out either –"
"We don't need to," said Ron, jerking his head toward the front seat and grinning. "You forget who I've got with me."
"Tie that around the bars," said Fred, throwing the end of a rope to Harry.
"If the Dursley's wake up, I'm dead," said Harry as he tied the rope tightly around a bar, and Fred revved up the car.
"Don't worry," said Fred, "and stand back."
Harry moved back into the shadows next to Hedwig, who seemed to have realized how important this was and kept still and silent. The car revved louder and louder and suddenly, the was crunching noise, the bars were pulled clean out of the window as Fred drove straight up into the air. Harry ran back to through window to see the bars dangling a few feet above the ground. Panting, Ron pulled them up into the car. As Harry listened anxiously, but there was no sound from the Dursley's bedroom.
When the bars were safely in the backseat with Ron, who Harry was now sure wasn't wearing pants either, making him naked, Fred reversed as close as possible to Harry's window.
"Get in," Ron said.
"But all my Hogwarts stuff – my wand – my broomstick –"
"Where is it?"
"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can't get out this room."
"I'll take care of it," George said, climbing over the seats and out the car door into Harry's Room. "You make sure you've got everything out of this room."
Harry stared at George for a moment, as his eyes confirmed that he was naked as well. Then, as George soundlessly picked the lock, Harry cleared the room of his stuff, including Hedwig, passing them off to Ron.
Soon the four of them were pulling away from Privit Drive, with Harry being the only one wearing anything, at all.
The spells that Molly Weasley had set up for Harry Potter's arrival were already working. His shoes had dropped off at the door, and his other clothes had slid off his body as he ate breakfast with her sons. Harry seemed to be quite hungry, actually. There was a good chance that he'd consume more of the potion that Molly had originally planned him to. She hadn't expected the now naked boy to be quite as short and malnourished as he seemed to be. She wouldn't be able to tell how much, however, until Ginny met him.
Harry was on his last bite when Ginny finally came down stairs. The naked girl was pushing her hair back off her shoulders as she asked, "Mum, I can't find my hair ties. Have you seen them?"
Molly looked down at Harry, whose gaze seemed to be locked with her daughter's. He dropped his fork, and it clattered off the plate and down to the floor. She was standing right behind him, so it wasn't hard for her to lean over just a little bit and see exactly what his reaction was. The poor boy's cock was an iron bar. Her daughter was going to be enjoying the five inches of that just turned twelve-year-old.
"I'm sure they're in your room," Molly said. She wandlessly and silently cast a lubrication spell on her fertile daughter. "Harry, why don't you go up with Ginny to take care of her, while I deal with my sons' punishment for stealing the family car."
"Yes, Mrs Weasley," Harry replied, jumping up from his seat. His hard cock bobbed as he rounded the table to join Ginny at the foot of the stairs.
Harry followed Ginny up the spiral stairs to her room. He really had no idea why. Her mother had told him to, and since he had spotted her, he couldn't take his eyes off Ginny. He was just far enough behind Ginny as she went up the stairs that he could see her naked wet little pussy. He so wanted to plunge his cock into her.
He'd never done it. He'd only heard about it because his aunt had actually signed the permission form for him to take sex ed. They reached the landing which Ginny's Room was off, and she pushed through the door. Harry followed her, and as soon as he saw her bed, covers thrown aside from her awakening, he knew what he was going to do.
She kissed him, and he pushed her down to the bed. The kiss was nice, but he wanted more. There were no words said. There were no thoughts exchanged. She spread her legs, and the primal urge overtook Harry.
His cock pierced her wet pussy. Thrust after thrust drove him deeper into her. Her virginity was gone with a squeal, her body turned into a moaning quivering mass of pleasure as his cock made its home in her pussy. He couldn't stop thrusting his hard cock in to Ginny's pussy, over and over again. Her pussy milked his cock, trying to get him to come deep inside her, as her arms and legs wrapped around him.
He was nothing more than his thrusting cock now. The pleasure of Ginny's pussy pulsing around it was all he wanted. Hard, he thrust into her, holding his cock against her cervix, as for the first time in his life, Harry shot spurts of his now fertile seed into an equally fertile girl. It seemed to go on forever, uncountable sperm seeking one of Ginny's eggs.
It ended though, Harry collapsing on her, then rolling on their sides, still joined. His cock was still hard, still tight within her no longer virgin pussy, that he was able to keep it inside her, waiting for the energy for a second round.
"That felt... feels, so good," Ginny said, opening her eyes so her deep chocolate met his emerald. "Do it again."
Harry kissed her, and found that he could do it again, driving Ginny back over the top of her pleasure again and again until his seed spurt inside her again. Only then did his cock wilt with exhaustion.
Harry fell asleep, Ginny in his arms. It was something that felt right.
Molly Weasley looked through the open door of her daughter's room. Ginny laid in the arms of Harry Potter, both of them sleeping. She cast a spell that she was quite familiar with. An answering violet glow already replied to her spell.
Molly smiled as she closed her daughter's bedroom door. Perhaps it was time call on Miss Granger. She was sure that there would be no objection to that from her son, at least not once he had lunch.
