Harry Potter: The Supreme Leader

Chapter 8

Cyrus Greengrass was indeed livid. The doors and windows of the House shook.
'He could not have done this! It is the worst case of magical abuse ever recorded in history! This is not good! We should immediately get concrete evidence and land that old, manipulative bastard in Azkaban!'
Cyrus was not able to comprehend the entire affair. How could that old man have no consideration for children? Even the craziest of Death Eaters would not show that lack of sympathy. Had Harry been dropped off at the home of responsible Muggles, it would have been a nice thing.
'Cyrus! What is the matter? Why are you shouting so loudly?'
It was a young woman, with shining platinum- blonde hair and silvery- grey eyes that shone like a storm. She walked like some supermodel, swaying her hips, and her boobs jiggled as she walked towards them.
She looked at Harry in total surprise, and her eyes shone (although she did manage to hide her blush).
'Harry, this is my wife, Cynthia. Cynthia, this is the Harry Potter. The one and only. ' Cyrus did the introductions.
'Ah. ' Cynthia smiled and walked up to Harry. 'Why do you not stay with us for a night? It is already too dark to go back, is it not?'
The soft purring undertone put Harry on guard. Cyrus might look quite oblivious, but he knew that she was subtly flirting.
'Hey, that is a good idea. Twinkle! The big guest room!'
*****
The entire family, plus their esteemed guest, sat down to dinner.
Daphne was almost a miniature version of her mother, and her beauty would grow with Time. Astoria, however, had jet- black hair,  which looked practically like silk, and her eyes were a bright blue.
Cyrus was OK, and they even talked about Muggles, atom bombs, the rapid rise of China and India, the Iraq War, and the Cold War, as well as Star Wars, or top bands, or, for some reason, Bruce Willis.
It was the girls that caused a problem.
Cynthia was subtly flirting with him across the table. Daphne spent the entire dinner staring at him, lust Clear in her eyes.
And Astoria, sitting across the table, had done a wonderful thing. Harry had to admit how skilled she was with her legs. She had pulled the zipper of his jeans open, and was currently sandwiching his manhood between her legs, smiling at him with that godforsaken devilish smile. After she managed to get something out after a fifteen minute- grind, she intentionally dropped her napkin. He felt a tongue licking his juices off his little Harry, as she "looked " for the missing possession. Cyrus was as oblivious as a cow, and both Cynthia and Daphne had knowing looks in their eyes.
*****
Harry Potter was wide awake. Staring at the door. Thinking about the extremely strange things happening. Fleur had already tried to seduce him. The Greengrass women were... also after him. He was... finding it unbelievable... and tempting at the same time.
And then, the door opened...
A shadow slid into the room.
Harry stayed absolutely unmoving, and quiet.
'Hello, Harry...' A familiar voice purred.
Cynthia Greengrass stepped into the moonlight, and subsequently threw her robe off, revealing that she had been wearing nothing inside.
'I should give you a thank- you gift for staying...' The seductress moved gracefully into the king- sized guestroom bed.