The Forbidden Forest loomed ominously in the distance, its dark tendrils of trees reaching out to embrace the surrounding gloom. It was the perfect setting for a ritual of darkness, and Harry Potter, now a powerful demon, was more than eager to partake in such an event.
As he approached the forest, his two children, 11-year-old James and 7-year-old Albus, trailed behind him, their faces etched with a mix of fear and excitement.
"You know, your mother was always so weak," Harry sneered, casting a dismissive glance at the lifeless body of Ginny Weasley, who lay sprawled on the ground. "Always so useless."
James and Albus exchanged uneasy glances, but they knew better than to argue with their father. Instead, they nodded obediently as Harry ordered them to strip and lie down next to their mother's corpse.
Harry's eyes glinted with malevolent glee as he began the ritual, his voice rising and falling in an ancient language as he ignited a circle of candles around the bodies. James and Albus glanced at each other nervously, but they didn't dare to resist.
As the ritual continued, Harry's demonic energy grew stronger, his aura pulsing with dark power. He leaned over his children, his breath hot and heavy against their skin.
"You will be my suitable brides," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.
James and Albus exchanged horrified looks, but they were unable to move. Harry's power held them captive, and they could only lie there, trembling, as their father began to touch them inappropriately.
The forest grew darker, the shadows deepening as the ritual reached its climax. James and Albus screamed in pain and fear, but their voices were drowned out by the chanting.
Harry climaxed, releasing a burst of dark energy that knocked his children unconscious. He stood up, panting and satisfied, his eyes alight with triumph.
He had successfully impregnated his own children.
With a maniacal laugh, Harry disappeared into the darkness, leaving his children and wife's body behind.
The Forbidden Forest had never seemed so fitting a name.
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