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From what he could gather of Ginny's thoughts, Molly urged Ron to invite him over for the summer with questionable motives.
They wanted to give him a love potion.
Specifically, a love potion with diluted effects that would normally go unnoticed and acts long-term.
Molly was very good at potions and was able to create this potion, which she plans to use to make Harry fall in love with her daughter.
I planned to give this potion to Harry every day at mealtimes this month before he goes to Hogwarts and to have him in love with Ginny by September 1st.
If they succeeded, Harry would start to have feelings for the younger Weasley in the following days and would think that these feelings were born naturally.
Of course, Ginny would start to stay away from Harry in the following days to avoid suspicion in the future.
To a third person, it would appear that it was Harry who approached Ginny.
A perfect plan in the opinion of both Weasley women.
A perfect plan that would have worked if Harry hadn't read Ginny's thoughts and learned of her plans beforehand.
Although he was calm inside, Harry was using his Occlumency skills to the fullest to suppress his anger.
Wanting to be alone, he quickly finished his meal and cast a wandless compulsion spell on Ginny to end the conversation and go upstairs to the room where he will be staying this summer.
On the way he met Molly who showed him his room and wished him good night.
Harry closed the room and quietly began to take his things out of his trunk and place them in the room.
Thanks to his Occlumency skills, the path to the first floor was enough to extinguish his anger and calmly consider his plans.
Even seeing Molly and walking next to her didn't cause her to explode in front of the Weasley matriarch.
Lying on the bed, Harry thought about what he would do from now on.
He had purposely ignored the cliché fan theories about his past life because he didn't want to believe it was true.
But one of them clearly appeared before him.
Love potion.
They wanted to give him a love potion and tie him to Ginny in marriage.
Harry could already see how things would turn out if he had been the same Harry as last year.
If he manages to defeat Voldemort and come out of the experience alive, he would be trapped with Ginny and would be the beta of the relationship because of feelings born from a love potion.
Now that he knows the plans of both Weasley women, of course they won't be able to carry out their plans.
Suddenly, Harry thought of something else.
Dumbledore
He doesn't know yet if he's a senile old man, someone who would sacrifice others for what he thinks is the greater good, or a dark lord in disguise.
Harry felt like he was starting to get a headache.
Although he had the ability to manipulate reality, he could not do so on a large scale and it required a lot of energy for small changes.
Aside from the amount of magical power that separated him from Dumbledore's caliber, there was also the difference in experience.
Whether it is life experience or battle experience.
Harry rubbed his temples as he thought about what to do about the Weasley women and Dumbledore.
While putting off dealing with Dumbledore, he came up with something to treat the Weasley women.
He remembered a special spell in Voldemort's memories and it was useful for a plan he was beginning to think about.
'I'll make them my bitches'
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The next few days at the Burrow passed normally for the Weasley men in the house.
Harry's arrival changed nothing at the Burrow except for Ron's jealousy of Harry's growth and the flying skills he displayed when they rode broomsticks and played small Quidditch matches.
He had really missed flying since last year and one of his fantasies in his other life was to have the ability to fly on his own.
Sure, he was flying on a broomstick, but he promised himself he would create a spell so he could fly as easily as breathing.
Although Harry's arrival didn't change the Weasley men's daily routine, the Weasley women were spending their nights very differently than they had before Harry's arrival.
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While sleeping, Ginny acted very differently in her dreams than she would in real life.
In her dreams, Ginny saw herself walking naked through the burrow without shame.
However, the state of her crotch and nipples made Ginny feel very aroused.
Furthermore, the feeling of excitement was heightened by the choker she wore around her neck, which was attached to a chain held by a person.
Harry
Harry would walk her around the burrow like an animal and introduce her to his entire family as his pet.
Her family, instead of being upset by such a display, congratulated them and especially congratulated her on becoming Harry Potter's pet.
Ginny, for her part, felt very good being Harry's pet and really wanted to touch herself in front of her family.
"Do it, Ginny," Harry said suddenly.
Pulling the chain, Harry urged her to act as he thought and Ginny understood the order perfectly.
In front of her entire family, Ginny began to masturbate furiously, seeking the long-awaited climax.
But no matter how hard she tried, even reaching the brink of climax, Ginny couldn't reach the long-awaited orgasm.
Ginny didn't know how long the torture had lasted.
'5 minutes or 30 minutes maybe' the redhead wondered.
Ginny didn't know.
He only knew that at one point while masturbating at Harry's feet, he abruptly woke up, opening his eyes and realizing that it was dawn.
Sweating profusely, Ginny felt excited by sleep and couldn't go back to sleep.
Bringing her right hand to her crotch, Ginny didn't even need 30 seconds to climax.
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Ginny began to behave very differently than she had planned to act for the rest of August with Harry in the house.
She planned to act distant and wait for the potions her mother would give Harry to work, bringing the Boy Who Lived chasing her around like a puppy.
But his behavior was totally different.
When she saw Harry, Ginny couldn't look at his face without blushing furiously.
His brothers and father didn't notice anything strange.
They knew Ginny and how excited she was about the stories of the Boy Who Lived that she read as a child, but they thought that stage had passed a long time ago.
Well, it seems not and the fanatic Ginny was back.
They shrugged and moved on with their lives.
Aside from blushing and stuttering in front of Harry, Ginny also started going to bed early, much to everyone's confusion.
What they didn't know was that Ginny waited for the nights to dream again what she had been dreaming for the last week.
For the past week, Ginny in her dreams was Harry's pet who he walked around and humiliated in front of people everywhere.
Not only at the Burrow in front of his family, but also at a crowded Hogwarts in the Great Hall and common rooms.
Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff y Ravenclaw
Harry humiliated her in front of many girls her age and those she knew.
For example and the most common.
The girls from Harry's year and Ginny's year from Gryffindor would gather in the common room and watch her acting in a humiliating manner.
While she was acting like a doggy style or masturbating in front of everyone, she watched Harry get blowjobs from all those girls or fuck them one by one in front of her.
Of course, he didn't fuck her because, in Harry's words, 'I wouldn't fuck a bitch like her'
He would use his fingers to give Ginny the best orgasm she had ever felt.
Even masturbating herself, she couldn't feel an orgasm of the magnitude that Harry could make her feel.
That's why he now always waits for night to come so he can go to sleep and enter the land of his fantasies where he would receive the greatest pleasure he could hope for.
Although Ginny's performance was unique and could have caught Molly's attention because she was not behaving as they had agreed, Molly did not complain about it.
This is because Molly's performance was the same.
Although she didn't blush, she couldn't see Harry's face very often and preferred to stay away.
He also waited for night to come so he could go to sleep and enter his dreams.
But unlike Ginny's dreams, Molly's dreams were a little different.
It all started the first night Harry arrived.
Molly didn't know she was dreaming as she walked through the burrow as she always did.
Without knowing why, her feet led her to Ginny's room where she strangely heard strange noises.
¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf!
"¡Aaaaaah! ¡Ooohh god¡"
"Keep going Harry!"
"Don't stop, harder!"
Alarmed, Molly hurriedly ran and opened the door to Ginny's room.
Unlike in reality where Molly would abruptly enter and scream furiously at the outrageous behavior her daughter was engaging in, this time Molly acted very differently than the expected Weasley matriarch.
After all, his screams of rage are well known to many from his days at Hogwarts.
In front of Ginny's room, Molly touched the door handle and very gently opened it.
Molly felt her body sweating and her heart beating rapidly as if she had run a marathon.
Oddly enough, and to her embarrassment, Molly felt her crotch wetter than it had been in all her years of marriage.
Softly and quietly, Molly opened the door and peeked out to see what was already waiting.
Her heart raced as she watched her daughter being fucked from behind by Harry, who held her hair with one hand and slapped his beloved daughter's buttocks with the other.
¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf! ¡Plaf!
Added to this, Harry's hips slamming into his daughter's bottom, his little girl's bottom was as red as her hair.
Her daughter wouldn't sit normally for the next few days if she didn't take a potion to heal her battered buttocks.
Molly did nothing and stayed in her position as she watched Harry use her daughter's body for his pleasure.
Yes, Use.
What Molly saw was not at all the lovemaking she had been doing with her husband for years.
Since Ginny was born, the desire between them began to decrease and they gradually stopped having sex.
Even then, the sex she had with her husband was nothing compared to what she saw her daughter having with Harry.
It was a pure and primitive mating where his daughter was nothing more than the breeding mare and had no other role to serve.
She didn't know when, but Molly found herself with one hand resting against the wall outside the door and the other furiously masturbating while her daughter was being fucked.
But unlike Ginny, Molly was able to cum that first night, having the biggest climax she'd ever had in her life.
Neither her fingers nor her husband gave her pleasure like the one she felt.
Since that night, Molly has had similar dreams where she saw Harry having sex with different women, in which most of the situations were with her daughter fucking all over the burrow like rabbits.
Unfortunately for Molly, her fingers or anything she conjured with her wand couldn't satisfy her the same way watching Harry fuck in her dreams did.
Molly felt she had to do something or she would go crazy.