Kara and I have something to share," said Harry, and the entire group moved around, wondering what it was about. Hermione sat down beside them. "First, Sirius, Tonks, and Remus, I have something for you."
Everyone crowded around, and Harry pulled out a caged rat. There was a moment of silence before anyone spoke. Sirius's eyes widened, Remus looked surprised, and Tonks stammered for a minute before she found the will to speak.
"How…how…how…" managed Tonks as she tried to gain her bearings. "For the past year, I've been overturning every single stone looking for that rat…how long have you had him?"
"About four hours, five hours, something like that," said Harry, and Kara nodded in confirmation.
"Where was Wormtail hiding?" asked Remus.
"I need everyone to swear that what I say from here on out, does not leave this room," said Harry. "I trust you all, but I don't need this information blabbed."
"Sounds like you're on the cusp of a really big bombshell," said Bruce.
"The biggest," said Harry, as he took out a projector device. It was created by Patronus Incorporated, and while it was a prototype, it would serve the purpose. "Everyone just watch the wall."
Harry plugged the headband onto his head. Then the images flashed upon the screen.
Every moment of a few hours ago, right as Harry lived it. The entire group watched what Harry experienced. The Horcrux left his body, the final battle with Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort's demise.
"So, you're free," said Clark to break the silence.
"Free from Riddle, maybe," remarked Bruce in a stoic voice.
"Always the optimist, aren't we, Master Bruce?" asked Alfred.
"Harry dealt with him," added Jonathan. "That means he's no longer out and about in the world."
"Well, Harry satisfied the prophecy," said Dick.
"So, he can finally take a breath and relax," said Barbara with a smile. "Just in time for Christmas, and Kara…of all of the gifts you could have given him that just really shows what Harry means to you."
"I really don't know what to say," said Diana as she looked from Harry to the screen. "That's the monster that caused so much destruction, one of the worst examples of…"
"He's gone, Voldemort's gone, this is the best day ever!" yelled Sirius, as he looked at Wormtail. "Ah, Peter, it's been a long time, finally you are going to have your day of reckoning."
"As much as I'm pleased about this, it's not going to be that easy," said Tonks. She hated to be the piece of dragon dung in the pumpkin juice, but they had to be realistic given the current state of the Ministry.
Harry just looked at them, but he had an idea what he should do from the beginning.
"Here's what I think we should do," said Harry. "Number one, the Wizarding World obviously is big on denial, so it would serve them right if they have a taste of their own medicine. Hint that Voldemort might have met his demise enough where it reaches the right people so they can get out and do what they have to do."
Everyone just nodded, as Harry continued to explain.
"Number two, let's just say for the sake of argument I told them I beat Voldemort," said Harry. "Given the current state of the Ministry…what do you think they would do?"
"They would try and capture you," inputted Bruce.
"Or they would brand you as the new dark lord," said Clark darkly.
"Yeah, sounds like the people who would do that," said Lois.
"Or worse yet, they would try and take credit for the hard work we both did," said Harry. "The Wizarding World is going to burn itself out. I feel bad that a lot of people didn't make it out in time, but I think a lot of people have and will. Some have seen the light, while others are going to be crushed underneath it."
"What if Dumbledore finds out?" asked Remus.
Naturally Harry had already figured that.
"Dumbledore's tunnel vision is something I hope to exploit," answered Harry after a moment's thought. "He had the grand plan all laid out before the moment I walked into Hogwarts. I wonder how many of those little fires I had to put out, that Dumbledore could have squashed five minutes into the school year. That was, if he could have been bothered to."
"Given what Donna said, all of them," said Diana in a grave tone of voice.
"Yes, I do agree, that world really must have been a main point of reference when many of the Amazons had made their impressions on Man's World," inputted Hipployta.
"So, what about the rodent?" asked Sirius impatiently.
"I was getting to that, cool it," said Harry as he looked at his godfather. "From what I've been able to find out, British Ministry of Magic has a horrific relationship with their Muggle government. While other Ministries don't exactly bow down to the Muggle governments, they make sure that they don't cause a potential incident that would tick the majority of the country off."
"The Ministry has been slowly pushing the Muggle government off to the side," said Remus. "For the past three hundred and twenty years, it's been slowly happening. The Ministry wasn't too happy that the colonies were allowed to declare their independence. That's why the United States is technically a no visit zone, because the Ministry doesn't acknowledge their authority."
"What about the International Confederation of Wizards?" asked Bruce.
"And you know about this…" stared Sirius, but he stopped at a look and realized. "Oh right, you're you, nearly forgot."
"We'll see what we can do to get a meeting with them, to get Sirius cleared," said Tonks.
"Yeah, that would be good, explaining everything without revealing Voldemort's demise would be a devil of a thing to do," said Harry. "But we're just going to have to take this slowly, keep Wormtail trapped for a while, and we'll be able to go from there."
Everyone nodded, but Dobby called them for dinner. Now with that out of the way, Harry could move on with his life. Alfred moved over, as he eyed Dobby, but found no fault with the food.
Harry had a secure vault in the Basement where he would keep Wormtail. There was no way he was getting out any time soon. He would only feed him cheese and water, like the rat he was.
In the Hogs Head late on Christmas Eve, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Slughorn all sat around a table, hoods over their heads, in hushed conversation.
"We have a situation," said McGonagall as she looked around at her fellow Professors. "Do any of you even have the slightest clue who the Hogwarts Killer is?"
Sprout, Flitwick, and Slughorn all shook their heads.
"I'm the Head of the Ravenclaw house, and this matter vexes me," said Flitwick. "Do you think there could be more than one killer?"
McGonagall just looked thoughtful. She nodded. "I do wonder if there might be a collective, although we are dealing with someone rather dangerous as the mastermind. Most of the students have left, which should have cut down on the potential suspects."
"You would think so, but you'd be wrong, Minerva," said the voice of Mad Eye Moody, as he showed up. "I wish I could be wishing you a Merry Christmas, but I would hate to make light of the circumstances."
"I take it you've heard of the Hogwarts Killer, Alastor," said Slughorn.
Moody just laughed darkly.
"Heard a lot about it, and knew Dumbledore or the Ministry both have no idea what is truly going on," said Moody as his eye rolled around, and he sat down. The bar man moved around in the background. "I've been thinking about this case with every free moment I've had. We should not rule out one of the murder victims being the killer."
McGonagall considered this point. That would really complicate things.
"Think about from the point of view of a crazed killer," said Moody. "What better way to create an alibi than killing yourself? Just leave some random Muggle corpse, transfigured to look like you. Purebloods tend to be the type that rush the burial after all."
The teachers had to acknowledge a new wrinkle in the plans, and they were back to square one.
"What do we do about Dumbledore?" asked Sprout.
"Just hope that his life ends rather shortly when one of his schemes blows up in his face," said Moody. "The man might be made of Teflon. He has made a lot of allies, and they all want to keep him in power, so they can maintain the status quo."
Moody took a swig from his hipflask.
"Dumbledore is the personification of the status quo. But the status quo is dying. The Ministry has been de-fanged. The Muggles have prepared to take the fight to them. Voldemort is obsessed with Potter, and his Death Eaters run around aimlessly."
"Do you have any idea who it is, Moody?" asked Slughorn.
"I would have told you if I had a crystal clear idea," said Moody as he looked at them all with both eyes. "Watch your back, and remember constant vigilance!"
The grizzled former Auror turned to walk away, but he paused to turn to the four teachers.
"I was never here," said Moody roughly, and without another word, he disapparated with a crack.
Moody returned to his home, where he saw a light on. Given he did not turn it out, his suspicions were raised. He clicked open the door, and turned around as he heard something stir.
He fired a hex at the wall, but only set a stack of clothes on fire. At that moment, Moody felt his wooden leg blown out from underneath him. The leg was reduced to sawdust, and the grizzled Auror found himself at the business end of a wand.
"So, Alastor Moody, you've been interested in what I've been up to."
The voice had been distorted. The figure wore black and white robes that did not give any clues to the gender of the attacker, even though Moody knew it was female. The face underneath the robe was covered in white makeup, with a pair of sunglasses to cover the eyes. The hair was shoved underneath a bandana.
If Moody had to hazard a guess, the attacker was between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, still a student at Hogwarts. It was just the way she carried herself.
"Yeah, I've been curious," grunted Moody, as the wand was blasted out of the well. "Clever, girl, whoever you are…"
"I'm who this world has made me to be," said the Hogwarts Killer, voice modulated and devoid of any emotion. "Are you holding out for a hero just like Dumbledore?"
"I don't believe in heroes," said Moody in his gruff tone. "I believe that people like you will be brought down to justice."
"Who might that be?" asked the Hogwarts Killer, as the wand waved from side to side. "Do you have any last words before I eliminate you?"
"Constant vigilance," rasped Moody, and a triangle of lights appeared to box in the Hogwarts Killer. "Nice little security system, I have. Even Dumbledore couldn't break out of that…"
"You should have paid more attention to your own advice," said the Hogwarts Killer, and Moody's eye spun into the back of his head, just in time to see a meat cleaver stabbed into the back of his neck.
The hologram of the Hogwarts killer faded off into the darkness, as the real killer wrote her message in Moody's blood.
Silent night, bloody night, another pureblood sheep lead to slaughter, your resolve will falter.
Moody bled to dead, as the Hogwarts Killer ripped his magical eye out of his head. It would prove to be useful in her mission.
Another victim bit the dust, and she called it a day, until New Year's Eve.
Most of everyone had gone off to bed. Kara and Harry sat on the floor of their living room, doing some final wrapping of Christmas presents.
"Make sure we wrap Clark's in lead foil, so he doesn't sneak a peek at three in the morning," said Kara, and Harry did as his wife had suggested. The two rested against each other on the floor. They wondered if they should just crash on the couch, and not risk the long trip up to the bedroom.
It had been a long day after all. Harry conjured a blanket and some pillows for both of them, as he helped Kara up onto the couch. The couch was magically expanded to be a bit more comfortable for the both of them. Harry lay back using the pillows, and Kara rested against Harry. They pulled the blanket onto them, as they relaxed in front of a roaring fire.
They were about ready to drift off to sleep, when suddenly the heavy footsteps of a twenty six year old man snuck into the living room.
"Clark, you should be in bed," said Kara in an off handed voice, and Clark just paused. He looked up, like an oversized kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.
"I heard something," said Clark with a guilty expression.
"Oh, like us going to bed," said Kara. "Ma and Pa told me about you, and we made sure to wrap your presents in lead foil."
"Oh, just like Santa Claus did," said Clark with bright eyes.
Harry's eyes opened, and he looked at Clark incredulously.
"Whatever helps you sleep at tonight, Kal-El," said Kara with a fond smile. "As in through the night, until a decent time of the morning. Or I swear, I'll put you in the Phantom Zone until next Christmas."
Clark's mouth opened wide, and Kara and Harry laughed. They could not believe he took them that seriously.
'My cousin, the super dork,' thought Kara.
"I did meet him once you know, ran into him at the North Pole," added Clark, before he chuckled. "You can't keep any cookies around with him around. Well good night, Kara, Harry."
Kara and Harry just blinked.
"Was he serious?" asked Kara. "Or does he have a sense of humor after all?"
"Kara, I don't know," said Harry as he thought about it. "Given I've found dragons, giant snakes, and mountain trolls, things that people thought were make believe, who's to say that he doesn't really exist?"
"He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake," said Kara, before she realized something.
Santa Claus and Batman had to be related; there was no other explanation for it. At least that's what made sense in her sleep addled brain.
Plus that would explain how much he fit so much into that utility belt.
Kara and Harry drifted off to sleep, ready for another day, their first full day without the specter of the prophecy looming over them.
Christmas morning had arrived, and after breakfast, everyone gathered around the tree to open presents. Clark, Harry, and Kara passed them out, being the fastest of the three at doing the job. Tonks and Sirius looked the most excited about the presents.
"Well given the way you two have been acting, there might be nothing but coal," said Remus, which caused everyone to laugh at the looks at the faces of Sirius and Tonks.
"Hey, coal can be useful," commented Bruce lightly. "You never know, the price is going up year after year. It can put a dent in your budget."
"Point taken, but I still like presents better," said Sirius. "But hey my godson and his wife gave me the best present I could hope for, the rat. And hopefully in a few months, I'll be completely and utterly free."
"Enough talk, presents!" cheered Tonks as she bounced up and down, but got pushed down by Kara and Harry.
"Please don't do that on my carpet again," said Harry in a stern voice, and Tonks just pouted.
Clark opened his from Kara and Harry first. He pulled out a pair of glasses.
"Dare I ask why you got me a pair of glasses?" asked Clark.
"Not just any pair of glasses, Clark," said Kara.
"They're especially charmed so no one can figure out that Clark Kent and Superman are one and the same," said Harry.
"Plus, if someone accidentally knocks them off your face…well they won't get accidentally knocked off your face," added Kara. "And they won't break either."
"You know those would have come in handy about six weeks or so ago," remarked Lois, with a chuckle.
"Oh, this one's from me," said Barbara, as she pointed to the present, and Harry opened it.
"Superman for the Nintendo 64," said Harry as he read the title.
Kara glared at Barbara, who had trouble keeping a straight face.
"Barbara, why did you get my husband a copy of the worst video game ever?" asked Kara.
"I think Harry might enjoy an actual challenge for once," said Barbara with a grin.
"Wait a minute, they made a game about me," said Clark, astonished and curious.
"Yes, and it sucks, really sucks out loud," said Kara.
"Yeah it's pretty bad," agreed Tim. "I only made it to the second level."
"Third for me," said Dick, and Bruce just shifted. Everyone awaited for him to speak.
"Three nights of my life I'll never get back," grumbled Bruce, looking at Clark as if he held him personally responsible. "I finished it and noted about three hundred and eight seven game glitches, at least."
"At least," said Clark with amusement.
"Yes, I suggested Master Bruce spend a night at Arkham Asylum instead of trying to finish that dreadful game," said Alfred dryly.
"Actually that was just my own joke," said Barbara. "I chipped in with Tim and Dick to get you this."
Kara and Harry opened to see a DVD Player, with an assortment of DVDs.
The Kents had got them an assortment of pies and cookies. Needless to say, dessert was taken care of for the next month.
They got to Bruce's present next, and it was a large metal box.
"It contains video archives of a good chunk of my missions," said Bruce as he looked at them.
"Does this include that time you used the shark repellant?" asked Kara.
"Well you'd have to watch them and find out, wouldn't you?" remarked Bruce. "It is completed; I'd say about eighty five percent of my career. I feel that there is not much more I can teach you, but you may learn something from the benefit of the many mistakes I've made."
"I take it that even the great Batman has made a few," said Harry.
'Just one word,' thought Bruce to himself. 'Batusi, but I may have cut that one out. Although to be fair, hypnotism was involved."
A few more presents opened, but Hermione looked excited.
"My present's next, open it!" said Hermione.
"Okay, Wonder Girl, calm down," said Harry, as he looked at Diana. "Make sure she goes nowhere near any sugar. It makes her kind of hyperactive."
"Hey!" yelled Hermione, and she gave a mock pout.
"Will do," said Diana as she looked at Hermione, who folded her arms. Hipployta looked amused.
Harry and Kara opened their presents, and there were super hero uniforms.
"I assume the one with the skirt's yours," commented Harry.
"Well, I should hope so," said Kara as she looked at her husband with a teasing smile. "No offense, you wouldn't look good in a skirt."
"No, I'm not Scottish enough," answered Harry with a grin, as everyone laughed.
"Better not let McGonagall here you call a kilt a skirt," said Remus. "Sirius did and…well…"
"Yes, must we bring up every stupid thing I did in the first twenty years of my life," said Sirius with a sigh.
"No, we got to save some things for next Christmas," chimed in Tonks, and Sirius just folded his arms.
"I thought this was Christmas, not pick on Padfoot day," remarked Sirius.
"No that's next Tuesday," said Remus.
"Yeah we got it circled on the calendar and everything," added Tonks with a smile, as everyone laughed.
Sirius just whined like a dog.
Harry and Kara looked at the costumes. Kara's was a short blue shirt with a Red "S" on it. There was a red mini-skirt that went along with it, and red boots. There was a red cape that went along with. Harry's was a black top with a Gold "A" on it, and red and gold pants, with black boots, and no cape.
"Yeah, Harry I know you don't like capes," said Hermione.
"No, I don't think I'd look good in a cape," said Harry as he looked his wife. "Kara looks fine in a cape."
Harry added in an undertone so only his wife could hear. "You'd look good in nothing but a cape."
Kara just grinned at that statement, as they enjoyed their gifts.
"They're virtually indestructible too," added Hermione. "Only another Kryptonian could damage them."
They nodded, as more presents were unwrapped for the next few minutes.
Everyone exchanged their thanks for what they had received.
"I'll give you your present later tonight," whispered Harry in Kara's ear. "It's kind of private."
Kara could hardly wait.
After lunch, there was a snowball fight outside of the Potter Residence. The snow was coming down rather briskly, but the real winter storms would not occur until later that evening. Two teams were stationed. It was Kara, Harry, Dick, Tim, and Barbara against Hermione, Sirius, Tonks, Remus, and Clark.
"Isn't it funny how all of your little protégés are on the same team?" asked Lois to Bruce.
"You're welcomed to join in, you know!" called Clark.
"For one, I don't have a dry change of clothes with me," replied Lois. "And second…I'd kick all of your asses and humiliate you. It wouldn't be a fair fight."
"It's just a snowball fight, not war combat," said Tonks.
"Yeah, well you try telling that to my father," said Lois in amusement as she sat down next to Bruce. "I'd figure you wouldn't be joining in."
"Well, it would be unfair," said Bruce without missing a beat.
He had combat training with everything, and could throw projectiles with the best of them. It would stand to reason that even Batman could throw a mean snowball. Yet, it was much more amusing to watch. The battle occurred. Tonks managed to survive the longest, and fight five on one odds, before beating Barbara, Tim, and Dick in succession.
"Someone's getting their training upped after the holidays," sang Lois.
"I do find myself disappointed" said Bruce as he looked at them.
Yet despite Tonks and her savage efforts, Kara and Harry worked together, and put her down, burying her under several snowballs.
"Still haven't lost your touch since your third year, have you Harry?"
Harry spun around, and saw Percy Wesley standing beside him. Despite the fact he was panicking, Harry remained calm.
"What are you doing here?" asked Harry.
"Relax, Harry, I come in peace," said Percy as he held his hands up, but Harry just looked at him. "Yeah, I know, you don't have any reason to believe me. The entire trying to discredit you thing last year, and all of that…I was a part of that, but you see…"
"He was spying on Umbridge and Fudge for me," said Tonks.
Harry just blinked.
"Why is it that I'm always the last person to know about these things?" asked Harry, causing Tonks to back off, fearful.
"Well around that time, you were still drinking Dumbledore's Kool-Aid hardcore," said Tonks with an apologetic grin, as Kara just held Harry.
"I'm willing to swear an Unbreakable Vow that I have no ill intentions," said Percy. "Or spend an entire year sharing a bedroom with Ron and having to put up with his snoring."
"Are you sure you're the real Percy Weasley?" asked Hermione as she looked at him. "You aren't acting like you have…"
"A huge stick up my arse," offered Percy, and that got some snickers out of certain parties.
"Pretty much, yeah," said Hermione as Percy just looked at the black dog.
"Tell Sirius that I know, and I'm looking for the rat," said Percy.
"Beat you to the punch, well we both did," said Kara, and Percy looked confused.
"Unbreakable Vow, swear it, you're not getting any more information," said Harry, as Percy nodded.
He supposed he did treat Harry a bit unfairly, and hoped some of his family could be salvaged.
Percy swore undying loyalty to Harry Potter and his associates, and would rather die than betray him.
"That might be a bit much, just swearing you'd tell the truth would have been sufficient," replied Harry, but Percy just nodded.
"I know, but I just want to make sure there are no doubts," said Percy as he waved off Harry's protests. "Okay, you got my vow, now spill."
Harry and Kara told him the story of how they captured Wormtail, and the defeat of Voldemort. Well most of it, there were a few details they left out. Even with the Vow, Harry was not inclined to give full disclosure on his powers to someone who was inside the Ministry of Magic.
"Not one word of this to the Ministry," said Harry after they finished. "Or really anyone for that matter, I want the threat of Voldemort alive to keep that world off my back for as long as I can."
Percy nodded, he knew where Harry was coming from, and even if that was not something he would do. Still he was bound by the vow he had hastily accepted.
"So he's dead," said Percy as he looked at him. "After all of this time…he's dead."
"Yes," said Harry with a dismissive shrug. "I'm kind of glad to get that weight off from around my neck."
"Well, I just stopped by to let you know the Ministry's likely going to undergo massive cuts," said Percy. "The Minister is facing an inquiry from the International Confederation of Wizards, Fudge is too, and Umbridge got a letter as well. And I think Dumbledore did as well. It seems like certain events from the past few years have come to light, and they're not happy."
"Oh my, could people actually finally be held accountable?" asked Harry in surprise.
"We can only hope," said Percy with a nod.
"So would you like to stay for dinner?" asked Harry.
"Thanks Harry, but I've got to get back before I'm missed," said Percy. "Just…have a Merry Christmas and stay safe. You earned your happiness, and more."
Harry and Kara stood by each other. This was the absolute best Christmas of either of their lives, and after an early dinner it would end.
Then they would exchange gifts with each other in the comfort of their own room, but that was still to come.
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office at Hogwarts. He held a rather official looking letter, a summons from the International Confederation of Wizards. It was an inquiry about his actions, both in running Hogwarts and his role in the government of Wizarding Britain. It appeared they were throwing the blame regarding the existence of Voldemort at his feet personally.
He sighed at how unfair the International Confederation of Wizards were acting at the moment.
Dumbledore had a dilemma. He had to leave the school on New Year's Eve to answer this summons, but that would mean leaving the school unprotected to the Hogwarts Killer.
Then how would he be best able to explain about why he did not go after Voldemort, without telling them the prophecy? Even in his mind, Dumbledore knew they would never understand.
Dumbledore wanted this nightmare to end. He hoped that these attacks would bring Harry back, but he had left the world behind. He had been seduced away from his destiny.
At this rate, Lord Voldemort would enslave the world and live forever.
It would take some doing not to get thrown in prison as an International War Criminal, but Dumbledore knew the art of double talk fluently.
After the long three day holiday, Kara and Harry returned to their bedroom.
"As promised I got your present right here, there are actually two of them," said Harry as Kara looked at him in anticipation. "Here's the first one."
Harry handed her a wrapped box, and she opened it. Kara opened the box, to pulled out a silver bracelet.
"It's beautiful," she breathed, as she threw her arms around Harry, and kissed him in thanks. Harry returned the kiss for a moment.
"Beautiful just like its owner, but try it on," said Harry, and Kara did so. "Now, open your other present."
Kara opened the box; it had been shielded with lead, not that she would take a peak. She pulled it open, to reveal a small chunk of Kryptonite.
She opened her mouth, but then realized something. The Kryptonite was not affecting her at all. Kara could even pick up in her hand, and touch it without any adverse effects.
"Merry Christmas," said Harry, but Kara just tackled him onto the bed, and began to kiss him heatedly, in absolute passion. Harry returned it, as the two lovers continued their activities for a few minutes.
"I didn't know you even came close to finishing it," said Kara.
"Well that's the surprise," said Harry as they sat on the bed and gazed into each other's eyes. "I'm free of Voldemort, and as long as you wear the bracelet, you're free of the Kryptonite."
Even if it didn't shield her, Kara planned to wear the bracelet always.
"So, are you going to do the same thing for Kal?" asked Kara.
"Well, I'm not about to give your cousin a bracelet," said Harry in a joking manner and Kara giggled at the thought.
"He doesn't seem like the jewelry type," said Kara.
"However, I think I can work on some sort of shield," said Harry as he put the Kryptonite safely into the box. "This bracelet is matched to you. I would have to do an entirely different process to work on getting your cousin ready, but I have ground work done and everything should work. Plus there might be something in the Fortress of Solitude to help."
Kara nodded, as she stroked Harry's hair and looked into his eyes.
"I'll be back, Harry, in a second," said Kara. "I need to get your other present."
In a few seconds, Kara returned. She wore a skimpy green and red top, and a short red skirt. She wore a red stocking on her right leg and a green stocking on her left leg. She topped off the outfit with a cute little bow on her head. She held a candy cane in her hand.
Kara took the candy cane, and licked down the length of it, winking at Harry.
"So, Harry," said Kara as she laid before Harry with a seductive pose, as she took the candy cane and sucked on the tip. She asked, in a low voice, "Are you going to unwrap your present?"
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Harry leaned forward to give her a kiss on the lips. Kara returned the kiss, as she began to work her arms underneath Harry's shirt. Her hands worked the shirt over the top of Harry's head, to cause his hair to fly into disarray. She broke free and rubbed his abs with her soft hands. Harry reached around. He slowly pulled off her top. Her perky and firm breasts bounced before him.
Kara smiled, as she sat on the bed topless. Harry leaned forward, and rubbed her shoulders along with her bare back. He kissed her, and she returned it, as she worked her tongue into his mouth. Kara's breasts pressed against Harry's bare chest. She grinded up against him, as Harry slowly released her mouth, before he planted kisses down the side of her neck.
The girl moaned in pleasure, as Harry sucked her neck and then her shoulder.
Harry reached her breasts, and squeezed them. He took her right nipple into his mouth, and began to suck it. Kara's head arched back, as he switched to her left nipple. His mouth, and tongue worked over them.
"Worship my tits, my powerful tits," encouraged Kara, as Harry sucked on her magnificent breasts. She felt soaked with arousal, as Harry continued to use his skilled mouth. At that moment, Kara managed to barely have the presence of mind to work her hands behind Harry. She removed his belt, and slipped his pants down.
His boxer covered erection pressed against her skirt covered center. Harry looked at her, and slid down, before he slid her skirt off. He looked at the neatly trimmed patch of blond hair that covered her perfect and powerful pussy. Harry began to lick her out. He worked his tongue in slowly, speeding up the moments as each second ticked by.
"More," encouraged Kara, and Harry started to hiss into her vagina. She shrieked in pleasure.
'Rao, I thought he might lose that when he lost the Horcrux," thought Kara, as her eyes glazed over. She put her hands onto the back of his head, and shoved his face in, before he began eat his wife out.
Harry tasted the sweet juices. He could never get enough, as he brought Kara to orgasm several times. He lapped up everything she had each and every time.
She collapsed back on the bed. Then Kara lifted one stocking covered leg, and began to rub Harry's erection through her stockings. Harry's eyes felt blissful, as Kara pulled down his boxers with her stocking covered legs.
Then Harry reached, and slowly slipped them off. Her long and shapely legs were on display. Her perfect feet, smooth and soft also invited him. Yet Kara gracefully fell back on the bed, and spread her legs. Her body was covered with sweat. Her nipples perked up, as her hair draped over her face, which had a look of pure love. She lifted on hand to beckon Harry, and she sucked on her fingers.
"Make love to me," encouraged Kara, as she presented her pussy towards Harry. Harry kneeled down, and teased her.
Kara felt chills run down her spine, as he sent magical touches down every inch of her body. Her nether regions were soaked with desire. He kissed her body. She whined, as Harry knew how to tease her and drive her wild.
Eventually, Kara saw Harry's penis hover right over the top of her opening. He flew into the air, and, slid into her. Kara felt herself stretched, and she wrapped her hands around Harry's back.
Harry gave slowly gentle strokes at first, to savor the moment. Kara's eyes glazed over, but she wanted more. She wanted to be pounded. Her legs locked around Harry's waist, as she leaned up to whisper in his ear.
"Faster Harry, really give me a work out," moaned Kara
Harry obliged his wife as he sped up the tempo. He felt Kara contract around his cock. Her powerful pussy managed to put his upgraded powers to the test.
Orgasm after orgasm, and Kara felt herself being rocked. She feared for the first time, that she would burn out before Harry did.
Yet, Kara Potter did not admit defeat. As her husband's powerful penis continued to slam into her Kryptonian pussy, she felt herself brought to greater passion.
Harry felt his wife's determination, and it turned him on. He continued to thrust deep inside her. Her pussy clamped around him, as she tried to milk him to an early climax. Yet, Harry would not give up. He put his head down, and feasted on the flesh of his wife's supple C Cup breasts.
"Yes, that's it!" encouraged Kara, as her legs tightened around him. He sped up his movements, and pounded her. "I don't want to get up, pound my pussy so I have to spend Boxing Day in bed!"
Harry continued his movements. Her wet center continued to rub against him. Her pussy walls, tight, contracted around his length. The gifts given to him allowed him to stay at full strength, longer and longer.
"I think you've about broke me, Kara," grunted Harry. "Going to cum."
"Yes, explode, I need your seed!" shouted Kara, as she clutched Harry into her breasts, as she continued to squeeze him. Harry's tongue vibrated into her cleavage, and she shrieked.
Harry blew his load into her pussy. Her pussy clenched tight around his penis. A normal man would have been pasted by now, but with the powers at Harry's disposal he was no normal man. Several thick white ropes of cum shot into Kara. Kara wanted every last drop of it. She felt so full with her husband's semen. She felt satisfied, as she squeezed him until he was limp.
Lemon/Smut Ends.
Harry pulled out, as the two rolled to the end of the bed, and pulled the blankets. They collapsed on the pillow, held in each other's arms, spent from their lovemaking.
"Love you so much," said Kara, as she snuggled her face into Harry's neck.
"Love you too Kara," said Harry, as he wrapped his arms around her.
The two lovers just melted into each other's embrace, as they fell asleep. This was the perfect ending to the perfect Christmas.