Pottercest – Father and Daughter…_(1)

Father and Daughter…

Summary: Lily-Luna Potter returns home for summer after her fifth year at Hogwarts, but is upset about her boyfriend, now Ex-boyfriend, becoming pushy about his desires and talks to her father whilst her mother is out. But things don’t go as planned for either of them.

27th of June 2025

Harry Potter, the Head of the Aurors, was returning home from a hard days works. He had lead three raids on Death Eaters Safe Houses today. Even after all these years, after the proven, permanent death of their Master, they were still out there making trouble for him and the rest of the Magical World. He’d hoped that by now he wouldn’t have to worry about them; that they would be someone else’s problem. Apparently, he’d chosen the wrong career. Every time a Death Eater related anything cropped up it was his duty to fix it, even when he was an Auror trainee he was suddenly pulled out of the academy for the day and found himself the leader of a team of Senior Aurors for whatever raid was planned. It was maddening and what made it worse was that he was almost sure several people were still up to their old habits, like the Malfoy’s, but he had no real proof. They were keeping their noses clean, and even if they weren’t Death Eaters, their old friends were, and were giving him a hard time. The problem with having an almost completely corrupt society was nothing could be done unless you were really good at making things look like an accident.

And Harry was getting very good at making things look like accidents, so was his personal team. He had the lowest Mission Success Rating in the DMLE because of aforementioned ‘accidents’ and he was damn proud of it.

But that was something he could think about later, he had the next two weeks off from work thanks to vacation – granted he was still on-call, but he had some leniency due to his vice-captain promising to only call him when absolutely needed – and his precious daughter, Lily-Luna Potter, who had his green eyes and had taken to growing her dark red hair out when she first started Hogwarts was coming home from school for the summer after finishing her fifth year at Hogwarts – she reminded Harry of his mother, or at least the pictures he had of her. Like all fathers were with their first born daughters he was completely wrapped around her finger and he knew it.

Also like all fathers in his situation, he was very protective of his little girl, and hoped she would never date or marry. Unfortunately, she probably wouldn’t be happy if he locked her in a tower and bought Norbert from the Dragon Reserve to guard it, so he knew he would have to deal with it eventually. Thankfully for his sanity, the Magical World was pretty strict about any would-be suitors needing his approval before any marriage proposals could be given, so he had at least that opportunity to scare them to death. Laws be damned though, if anyone hurt his daughter they were going to be thrown in Azkaban. It’s not like innocent people had never been thrown in there before, and they would be guilty of the worst crime in the world in Harry’s book if they hurt her in any way, and as Head of the DMLE, Harry’s book counted for quite a bit.

As he got home that night the first thing he saw was his daughter crying in the kitchen. Like any father, the first thing he wanted to do was to kill whoever hurt his little girl, but first he needed to comfort her, which would also lead to learning who had hurt her in the first place, so it was all related. He quickly made his way over to her and hugged her, “Welcome home my little flower, daddy’s back. What’s wrong?”

“Oh daddy!” Lily cried as she twirled around and wrapped her arms around him before she started crying harder into his shoulder. She always felt safe when her dad was around, like nothing bad could ever happen, and if it did he would deal with it. It had always been like that, no matter what, her daddy was always right behind her, making sure she was safe and happy. She knew it was because of his own childhood, and she was glad he turned out the way he did. He could have very easily become a child abuser himself. Although there had been a few times she wanted to be abused when growing up… but now wasn’t the time for those kind of thoughts.

“What happened dear?” Harry asked softly.

“Oh daddy, I can’t believe it. My boyfriend,” Lily paused and glared at nothing in particular, “I mean my EX-boyfriend, tried to push me into having sex with him earlier this year. I said no, but he wasn’t having any of it and he tried to force himself on me. I had to use a few of the spells you taught me to make him back off.” For the first time, she’d been happy that her father taught those spells, at first she thought he was being an overly protective father, but now she knew otherwise, “He’s still walking with a limp, but he started to spreading rumours that I’m slut and a lesbian. Now I have boys AND girls trying to get into my pants, talking to me like I’m some cheap whore.”

“Stay here, I’m going to go Floo the Malfoy’s and throw his son in Azkaban.” Harry said in complete seriousness. He knew that Scorpius was dating Ron’s daughter Rose, he still smiled as he remembered Ron’s face when he found this out. Ron had tried everything to stop them, but Rose wouldn’t have any of it and put her foot down and kept dating Scorpius, mainly to piss her father off. To be honest, Harry doubted they were dating for real. Scorpius looked like he was in physical pain whenever he and Rose touched, and he’d seen the looks Draco sent his son whenever he saw them together, which seemed to always be perfectly timed to only happen when a family member was around or they would be caught at school, thus making their parents aware of it even more. Harry was of the opinion Scorpius was in it for the same reason Rose was; to piss off his parents. Still, he did try and tell Ron to back off and let things go, telling him that in time Rose would find someone else. He warned him that if he kept making a big deal of it, Rose would stay with him. This normally would have lead to marital problems, but apparently Ron had been sleeping on the couch – metaphorically, he had his own separate room by this point – for the past decade, so unless Hermione finally kicked him out there wasn’t really any more damage that could have been done to the relationship.

Back to the situation at hand, Harry’s words had the effect that he wanted. Lily stopped crying and made a face at him, “Eww daddy! Why would you hurt that twat? I’m dating Harry Lee.” Lee was a sixth year student, the main reason that she went out with him was that he was called Harry and he looked like her father. She had a thing about dating boys who looked like her father, the matching name only helped, not that she was consciously aware it. “Besides, if Scorpius was sucking face with Abe Thomas any harder we’d be able to hear it from here.”

Harry blinked. He hadn’t even considered Scorpius was using Rose as a cover girl. That would certainly explain why physical contact disgusted him despite him miraculously not being a Pureblood bigot, notwithstanding who his father was. He shook his head to clear that thought, “Well I’m very proud of you for standing up for yourself. Were… uh, were the Enchantments on your Knickers ever needed?” He wasn’t comfortable revealing that bit of information, he’d prefer to keep that a secret but he needed to know.

Lily-Luna blinked at him in confusion for a second before her brain, knowing her father as well as she did, figured out what he meant. “You charmed my knickers?!” She exclaimed.

Harry laughed nervously, all the while inching his way towards the Floo to escape if need be. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe, it’s standard Protection Charms triggered by intent.” He explained.

Lily sighed, a warm smile playing across her lips as she played with her wrist without realizing it, and then cursed herself as she started to grow damp. All her life she’d gotten whatever she wanted, within reason. Her parents, her dad mostly, had always made sure she wasn’t spoiled. Still, she was Daddy’s Little Princess and had eventually became pretty bratty when she was around eight. Once her brothers had enough and complained to their father about it, he’d dealt with it. Any time she acted up, crossing a certain line, he would grab her wrists in a strong grip, hold them above her head so high she had to stand on her tippy-toes, and frog march her to the nearest corner. She would stand in that corner for half an hour, and no matter how cute she looked, how adorably she begged, or how loud she screeched and cried, she had to stay there, staring at the wall.

It was an effective way of punishing her, and she was grateful he did it, as she’d blossomed into a well behaved young woman thanks to his strong hand. Whenever she felt she was acting up she would pinch her wrists, or grasp them so tightly it hurt to remind her of the pain he’d caused – not intentionally, and she was sure he felt horrible about it – when he grabbed her wrists to discipline her. That was just the way things were; her dad had been the only one able to really control her, even her mother’s attempts were usually met with laugher, which was met with even more laughter as her face grew red enough to match her hair.

This only really became a problem when she started coming into her hormones and becoming interested in boys. She enjoyed the pain she was giving herself, it turned her on, and to her shame she sometimes fantasized it was her father who doing it. To her greater shame when it got too bad she purposely acted up sometimes to be punished. Her dad’s punishment methods remained the same, despite being a pre-teen at that point, and her nightly before-bed stress relief sessions were always particularly effective after a day involving punishment. She knew it was wrong; the age difference alone was bad enough, but they were related too, close family even. Despite knowing this, and despite her desire to will herself to think differently, she just couldn’t see it as wrong.

Because of her father’s influence and child raising skills she was a strong, confident young woman, but also thanks to his method of punishment she didn’t want to be in control when it came to pleasure, she just wasn’t like that. She didn’t just want a boy that tried to control her, she wanted somebody sort of like her Great Uncle Arthur; someone who would treat her like an equal but who would really lay down the law if she ever crossed a certain line when outside the bedroom, whilst still being fully capable of controlling her and indulging her in her kinks inside the bedroom, enjoying them as well. There just weren’t any boys like that at Hogwarts. She knew, she’d had to suffer through years of listening to the local gossip queen’s ravings, and even dated a half dozen that seemed like likely candidates. Overwhelming failure had been her only gain out of everything. Her latest boyfriend just wanted into her pants. He’d only been forceful when demanding sex. She had a feeling that if she actually slept with him he would never do anything like that again unless he wanted more sex, no matter how she acted, how bad she treated him in the mean time, he would just take it; and that was not what she wanted.

If she was honest with herself she was growing desperate. ‘Why is it so hard to find a guy just like daddy?’

She stiffened as the thoughts she’d tried to block out for years came flooding back. Just like her dad… was it really that simple? Was the perfect boyfriend material right in front of her. She looked up at her father, noting with some amusement he seemed to be under the impression his backing up towards the Floo was stealthy and unnoticeable. She shook her head, even if she wasn’t bothered over the taboo of it, many people would go after her father because of it, to get him into trouble, or blackmail him. Even if that wasn’t the case, could she really pursue a married man? In recent years her parent’s marriage was a little rocky due to her mother becoming a massive bitch and a slut – harsh words, but true – she knew she wasn’t meant to know this, but like her father she had a knack for finding things out that she shouldn’t. She knew her parents fought a lot, and that her mother had slept around. Unlike her, who had Harry’s very unique shade of Killing Curse green eyes and an impressive magical core like his own, her dad didn’t even know if her two older brothers were his.

The fact that he his second son was name Albus-Severus was a rather large give away that he wasn’t too happy about her infidelity. Lily’s theory was that he figured it out sometime after James was born, but had been too late to stop her mother from getting knocked up with Al and had gotten mopy for a bit, bringing up memories of the two people who he’d named the baby after; not good memories either.