Chapter 56: Amelia Learns Everything
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A/N: Harry tells Amelia everything.
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Coming to a decision, Harry reaches out and gently caresses the DMLE Director's cheek with his hand. Even despite her clear trepidation and the split loyalty she feels in regards to him and her country, Amelia leans into his touch, letting her eyes drift shut with a contented, submissive mewl.
Harry smiles, even as he caresses her face with his thumb.
"You are going to become Minister of Magic, pet. Not just for my sake, not just for the sake of Magical Britain… but for the sake of the entire world."
Amelia's eyes snap open at that, staring up at him in shock.
"Events are already in motion, Amelia. Things that will need to be stopped. Things that will need someone to take a stand against. The world will need strong leaders when everything comes to a head. Magical Britain will need a strong Minister of Magic as well."
Swallowing convulsively, the Head of the DMLE looks even more uncertain and wary than before.
"What… w-what are you saying?"
"I'll show you."
In the end, Harry decides it's best to let her see, just like he did with Apolline. And… he won't hold anything back. While telling everyone about the time travel is a risk Harry isn't inclined to take, he needs certain allies to be informed of the truth if he's going to be able to rely on them.
Apolline Delacour could be a massive boon with her access to a Veela Coven, but her recruitment was anything but normal or planned. Amelia Bones on the other hand… well, Harry had been working on her for months now. If he couldn't trust her with his secrets, then he couldn't rely on her as Minister of Magic.
Placing both hands on Amelia's head, Harry once again gathers up his magic and then wordlessly hits her with it. There's a look of trust in Amelia's eyes warring with trepidation right up until the end. Then, she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head as the memories begin to play out right then and there.
It's not the exact same set of memories as he showed Apolline, of course. After all, he doesn't really have anything personal to give Amelia. In the future he'd come from, Amelia died to Voldemort and Harry was never particularly close to her niece, Susan Bones, either. Still, he gives her the general stuff that Apolline got, plus some more specific things like the eventual collapse of the Ministry.
Funny, even during Voldemort's Second Rise, the Ministry of Magic hadn't fully collapsed. It had fallen to the Dark Lord for a time, and been repurposed into his weapon, but it had still existed. What Harry makes sure that Amelia sees now is the end of a Ministry that no longer needs to exist. After all, in the absence of Magic, what was the point of a Ministry of Magic?
He also does one other thing… namely, he obscures his identity in the memories he shows her. Harry has already decided he's going to tell Amelia who he is by the end of this conversation, but the revelation of his identity would only detract from the revelations about time travel and the end of both magic and the world at this point.
With a careful application of magic, he hides his true identity in the memories, leaving Amelia to focus solely on the important things… namely, what's coming for them and the lengths he's willing to go in order to stop it.
As he waits for her to get through the memories, Harry floats the kneeling DMLE Director up off of the ground and over onto the couch, letting her rest back while she's dealing with the information overload he just threw her way. Then, he looks through some of the files on her desk, checking in on her current workload. Nothing too big. Certainly nothing that will keep her from focusing on her bid to become Minister of Magic.
Finally, there's a gasp from over on the couch and Amelia shoots straight up off of it and onto her feet, wand in her hand. Harry raises an eyebrow, slightly bemused by the reaction, but also mildly impressed. For all that she'd submitted to him rather easily and even eagerly, Amelia Bones was a fighter at the end of the day. Her proclivities in the bedroom did not make her a meek or weak woman… not by a long shot.
For a brief moment, she looks wild eyed and like she wants to cast a hex at anything she can after what she saw. But the only other person in the room is him, and she's smart enough not to give into that particular impulse. Eventually calming down, Amelia lets out a low breath and looks at him in horror.
"That's… that's what's coming for us?"
But to her credit, the horror lasts barely a second before it's replaced by determination and resolve.
"How do we stop it?"
Harry grins. That's his girl.
"That's not an easy question to answer, but you bet your sweet ass that I've been working on it all the same."
Amelia blushes at the mention of her derriere, even as Harry makes his way back over to her, gently but firmly pushing her back down onto the couch.
"Still, there's a couple more things you should know before we talk shop. I didn't include it in the memories because I didn't want to detract from what truly mattered, but you need to be informed anyways."
Amelia straightens up at that.
"Your identity?"
Clever girl. Though…
"That… and one other thing. First…"
With a wave of his hand, Harry stops obfuscating himself, revealing his true visage to Amelia. The older witch's eyes widen as she finally learns who he is, but the shock, while present, is muted. She doesn't jump up and shout in outrage, she doesn't get upset or baffled. Rather, by doing things in this order… it takes barely seconds for her to come to terms with it.
"I suppose I can't exactly be surprised. Given the time travel, it would have to be someone from your generation to try and come back to fix things. And who better than the Boy-Who-Lived?"
Harry smiles as Amelia practically mutters out that last part. She keeps stealing glances at him, clearly also coming to terms with their sexual relationship as well.
"… I assume you found out about my proclivities in that future of yours somehow, and that's why you seduced me the way you did? Because you realized it would let you control me while you inserted me into the position of Minister of Magic."
Blinking, Harry tilts his head to the side at that.
"Ah… no, actually. That wasn't it at all. Amelia, you died far before the world ended. You died when Voldemort rose to power again over the next couple of years. You died fighting him, long before things could truly get bad."
Amelia freezes at that news, her lips thinning out as she processes this latest revelation.
"I… I see. Was that the second thing you needed to tell me?"
No, but he was realizing he had multiple additional things he needed to tell her, actually.
"It wasn't. I'm going to lay all my cards on the table, Amelia. First and foremost, the reason I started seducing you in the first place… is because of one of the ways in which I am aiming to grow strong enough to deal with the future that I hope never comes to pass. I've developed a tantric ritual which ties the magic of witches to my own, binding us together and allowing me to access that magic and combine it with my already existing pool to great effect."
The DMLE Director blinks owlishly at that, but Harry just plows on ahead.
"I have bound five witches so far to my magic, giving me access to more power than Voldemort and Dumbledore at the height of their strength… combined."
That wasn't a boast either. Harry knew how powerful Voldemort was… but he also knew how powerful he was as well. And that was before the ritual. As for Dumbledore, well, he didn't quite know what the aged wizard had been like at his height, but he couldn't possibly be anywhere near where Harry was now.
"As for the other thing I wanted to tell you… that would be the fate of Bellatrix Lestrange."
Amelia's entire body spasms at that, her eyes widening as she looks at Harry with fresh trepidation and horror.
"What? Lestrange? What about Lestrange?"
Harry smiles, catching a hint of 'knowing' in Amelia's tone. Heh, it looks like he wasn't the only one who'd kept secrets.
"It sounds like you already know, Madam Bones. Tell me, how long has the Ministry known about Bellatrix's escape? How long have you been keeping it from me?"
Amelia flinches and looks down at her hands.
"… It was only noticed after Rudolph Lestrange started ranting about the Dark Lord stealing his magic. A full audit of the prison was done, and the disappearance of both Bellatrix Lestrange and Bartemius Crouch Jr. was uncovered. Given the delicate nature of the situation, and the embarrassment of Sirius Black's escape just last year, it was determined by… the former Minister Fudge that things needed to be kept quiet in order to avoid inciting a panic."
Harry snorts derisively. That sounded about right.
"If he'd stayed Minister of Magic, he would have done the same thing after Voldemort's return at the end of this school year. He would have spent the entire summer and following year not just sticking his own head in the sand, but also forcibly sticking everyone else's heads in the sand as well as much as possible."
Needless to say, the 'Voldemort's return' bombshell clearly grabs Amelia's interest… but she's not the type of woman to allow herself to be easily distracted.
"… What precisely do you know about the disappearance of Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr., Harry?"
Harry gives her a look, but Amelia refuses to be cowed. She's in full interrogator mode right now.
"I know quite a lot, Amelia. Time Traveler, remember?"
That at least causes her to blush a bit, though it still won't dissuade her from seeking answers.
"… I freed Bella from Azkaban. After I gave her back her memories of the future and usurped control of her Dark Mark from Voldemort."
Amelia looks horrified, and admittedly, Harry doesn't blame her. This was always going to be a sticking point, which is why he's ripping off the band aid now while he still has control over the narrative.
"She's mine, Amelia. My creature, through and through. I won't try to defend her or justify the things she's done. But you saw what we're up against. In the future I came from… well, hard times made for strange bedfellows. The Bellatrix Lestrange you knew died the day I came back to the past. She died when I forcibly uploaded her future self's mind into her head and made her confront everything she'd done and everything she'd become."
Looking rather faint, Amelia swallows thickly.
"… I see. And what about Crouch's son?"
Harry tilts his head to the side and grimaces. Alright, so maybe this was going to be the hardest sell of the day.
"… Currently masquerading as Mad-Eye Moody while puppeting his father under the Imperius, all to further the plans of his Master so that Voldemort can make his return."
Amelia's eyes bulge out of her skull at that.
"EXCUSE ME?!"
Ah, now that was the voice of the Director of the DMLE. Smiling somewhat wryly, Harry sighs.
"I'm a Time Traveler, Amelia. I'm a Time Traveler who has come back in time to stop the end of the world and magic itself. In comparison, Voldemort's Second Rise is small potatoes."
Amelia chokes on her own spit at that, before looking more than a little hurt.
"How… how can you tell me that he kills me and then call it 'small potatoes'?"
Shaking his head, Harry reaches out and takes Amelia's hand in his own. She tries to pull away for a second, but he's insistent and soon has their fingers interlocked as he looks her in the eye.
"I will never let him harm you, Amelia. You are mine too, you know. My woman. My witch. I am letting Crouch Jr. carry out his plans for two reasons. First and foremost, I intend to stop it all before anyone is hurt irrevocably. Mad-Eye and Crouch Sr. might both be suffering at the moment, but they're strong. They'll pull through. Secondly, foreknowledge of the future only remains as good as it does if I don't change things in the present too much. I know how to stop Voldemort from ever coming back again. I know how to neutralize not just him but also his most fervent supporters in one fell swoop, once and for all. If I deviate from the plan, then nothing is guaranteed anymore."
Smiling wryly, Harry raises a brow.
"You know Moody, perhaps even better than I do. Tell me, if he had a choice between being imprisoned for a while longer and letting the Dark Lord and his followers potentially escape, what would he choose?"
He can tell he's scored a point there when Amelia huffs at him and looks away. When she looks back though…
"I notice you don't have me answering what Crouch Sr. would choose."
Here, Harry grins.
"Well… Bartemius Crouch Senior is an asshole of rather epic proportions. So I don't really find myself factoring his thoughts into the equation, I'll admit."
Amelia snorts derisively at that, and Harry figures that's probably the best he's going to get. He dives right into the very last secret, figuring she's already halfway to putting the pieces together herself.
"The last thing you need to know is that I've modified the ritual, Amelia. It now allows me to drain the magic from the male relatives of witches I've already bound to me."
Her eyes immediately snap to him at that, and Harry nods at her unspoken question.
"Yes. Rudolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy were not visited by the Dark Lord… they were visited by me. Bella and Narcissa are both bound to me."
Amelia frowns.
"… Skeeter too, presumably?"
Harry inclines his head.
"Skeeter too. And the last two witches are Aurora Sinistra at Hogwarts and Lady Apolline Delacour. To be clear, every single one of those witches made their own choice. They accepted the binding willingly. Rudolphus and Lucius did not accept the loss of their magic willingly of course, but I can't bring myself to care about their feelings all that much. They're scum, and at least this way they'll have actually contributed to society in a way… mostly by having their magic used to save the world."
Mentioning that last bit is of course on purpose. He wants to reorient Amelia's thoughts back to what truly matters. Everything else is secondary. Everything else is permitted in the pursuit of saving their people along with magic itself from extinction.
Still, Harry watches Amelia closely as she ponders everything he's just told her. He could have held things back. Maybe he should have. But he wants to be honest with her. So he's told her… well, he's told her everything. And now it's just a matter of seeing which way the coin falls.
Chapter 57: Fleur Delacour Redux
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A/N: Amelia makes her choice~
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Amelia Bones knew that, in many ways, she was a contradiction of a woman. On the one hand, she was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, a position she'd held for over a decade at this point and proudly executed to the best of her abilities. Not to be too boastful, but she considered herself to be a fairly good leader. Certainly, she always did the best she could.
However, on the other hand she was a submissive bottom in bed. She could muster up a steely gaze and a stern tone for any one of her subordinates in the Department, but behind closed doors, when she was getting intimate with someone, such things escaped her. She liked to give up control. She loved to be ordered around, thoroughly dominated, and left an utter mess because she ultimately had no choice but to obey.
One might argue that the two things were completely separate, but Amelia knew that argument would be disingenuous. They were both aspects of her true self after all. At the end of the day, they were two sides of the same coin, and impossible to ever fully split apart from one another. To do so would be to split Amelia herself in two.
And yet… normally she was able to keep them divided at least. To put up a barrier between Bedroom Amelia and Madam Bones. It 'helped' that she'd lost the people who knew her best during Voldemort's first Rise, resulting in long, lonely years where the side of her that preferred to submit in the bedroom went neglected and the side of her that was good at leading her department had gotten more than its fill.
Not anymore though. A new man had come into her life. A new dom, a new master. He'd broken through Amelia's barriers. He'd upturned her lifestyle completely. It wasn't fair to say she'd allowed him into her office or anything like that, because nothing she could do had kept him out. But it was fair to say she'd let him get intimate with her, turning what had previously been a platonic relationship into something far more sexual.
He'd assisted her with her work, helping her to put Death Eaters behind bars, and then he'd turned around and assisted her in scratching an itch that had gone unscratched for far, far too long.
Amelia knows she never should have gotten so involved with him. She knows she shouldn't have let things go where they did, especially when she didn't even know his identity. She'd let things go way too far given he was just a shadowy figure to her.
But admittedly, even in her wildest fantasies and theories about who he might be… she never would have picked the truth. She never would have guessed that her new dom, the man who had claimed the vacant slot as her Master, was Harry Potter traveled back in time to stop an apocalypse.
She'd seen the future they were heading towards. A future she hadn't even been part of, because she was expected to die in the next couple of years to Voldemort or his followers. Harry had shown her what lay at the end of the road for not just magic and the wizarding world, but all of Earth if things were allowed to continue on as they had been.
It had to be stopped. All of it. But Harry… the things he'd done, the secrets he'd kept… they were heavy. She could honestly condone what he'd done to Rudolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy without having to justify it too hard in her head. One was a convicted Death Eater who deserved everything he was getting in Azkaban and then some. If his magic could be used by someone with better intentions, why not? It wasn't like he was currently using it.
Lucius Malfoy was a bit harder to justify, but not too hard. It went beyond mere politics, truth be told. The man was pure slime, utter sleaze wrapped in a smug smarmy outer shell. He'd held the ear of Cornelius Fudge for far too long and if Amelia had been anything less than absolutely perfect at her job, she doesn't doubt that Lucius would have convinced the former Minister to get rid of her so he could install one of his toadies in her place.
Bellatrix Lestrange though… that was the one thing Harry had told her that she found the hardest to accept. The woman deserved Azkaban as much as her husband, and hearing that she'd been let out by the same man Amelia had entrusted herself to was… hard to stomach.
Especially when Amelia had been losing sleep over Bellatrix's escape ever since the audit revealed her disappearance.
Swallowing thickly, Amelia looks to Harry.
"Bellatrix…"
She's not even sure what she's trying to say. She's not sure what she wants from Harry. Which is why it's all the more surprising when she gets it.
"Say the word and she's gone."
Amelia blinks, caught off guard by his simple and direct promise. She doesn't detect a single hint of deceit in his voice either.
"W-What?"
Harry sighs and, still holding Amelia by the hand, pulls her back down to the couch she'd sprung up from, sitting on it with her.
"Bella is well aware she's living on borrowed time Amelia. She might be from the future, but she's still a version of Bellatrix Lestrange… one that committed all the crimes the one in this timeline did, and then some. She's a tool, but all tools have their expiration dates. I won't make her suffer, I won't make it hurt… but if you tell me you can't stomach her existence, then I will remove her for you. You matter more to me than her."
Amelia's mouth opens and closes a few times, her incredulity impossible to stop from leaking through.
"How… how can you say that? She came back from that… that future with you. In comparison, we barely know each other."
Here, Harry gets a dark look on his face.
"She killed Sirius, Amelia. In the other timeline, she killed Sirius, my godfather, just after I got him back. Just when I was really starting to get to know him. Bella… you're right. She and I have been through too much for me to hate her anymore. But I will never truly forgive her, and she knows that."
Funnily enough… that actually works for Amelia. Hearing that, hearing Harry's willingness to end Bellatrix Lestrange on her orders… it cinches the deal for her.
"That won't be necessary, Harry. I… trust you to keep Bellatrix on a tight leash and to end her the moment she puts innocents at risk."
She gives him a pointed look at that last part, to which Harry responds with a solemn nod.
"You have my word."
"Then… you have your Minister of Magic. I'm yours, Harry."
Tilting his head to the side, Harry looks at her curiously.
"You mean…"
Amelia nods, pushing the words out before she can second guess herself.
"I'm yours, Harry. Bind my magic. Take me as one of your witches properly. I'll serve in whatever capacity you need me to in order to help save the world from that future you showed me. Just… please keep me in the loop?"
That last part is tacked on rather weakly. Perhaps she should have led with it. Maybe she even should have made it one of the conditions for her ultimate submission. But the truth is… Amelia knows deep down inside she would go along with all of this even if he kept her in the dark.
Nevertheless, Harry smiles and squeezes her hand again.
"I will. You're going to be my Minister of Magic after all. You'll need to be in the loop if we're going to work effectively together. Now… strip."
Amelia lets out a shaky breath at that, her core clenching in arousal at Harry's domineering tone. That said, as they both rise from the couch and she begins to get naked while her Master starts drawing a ritual circle in the center of her office… Amelia can't help but point out the obvious.
"You know… we're getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we? I'm not Minister yet. I'm still happy to be bound to you and offer up my magic for the cause, but what will we do if I'm not elected?"
Pausing at that, Harry looks over at her, amused.
"Well for one thing, you're literally the best candidate for the job, bar none. But… I'm well aware of the stupidity of people. Your individual wizard or witch can sometimes be quite intelligent, but people as a whole are very, very dumb on average."
Amelia wishes she could deny that. She wishes she could argue otherwise. But… she can't. He's right. Which is precisely why she's worried that even if it seems like she's guaranteed to win, she might not.
"Fortunately for you, you have an ace in the hole."
When she gives him a curious look at that, Harry just grins wickedly.
"Me. In the other timeline, Fudge would have still been Minister next year when he set out to completely ruin my reputation and do his level best to turn the public against me. I was still young and not at all politically savvy, so he even succeeded, irritatingly enough."
Harry pauses and gets a nostalgic look on his face.
"Actually, one of the only times I met you was during a trial for the use of underage magic because one of Fudge's toadies sent Dementors after me and I was forced to use a Patronus in front of my muggle cousin."
Amelia's eyes widen at that, suddenly having even more questions.
"What?! Who? And… wouldn't your cousin know about magic?! Why would you be put on trial for that?!"
Giving her a look of patient amusement that makes Amelia flush in embarrassment, Harry chuckles.
"Dolores Umbridge. I would recommend removing her once you're in office if she sticks around. Bitch will almost certainly continue using her position to push her own shitty, racist agenda, regardless of the damage it does to the Ministry's reputation. As for why I was put on trial… well, I didn't say I was found guilty. The whole thing was a sham from start to finish, one deliberately intended to cast more aspersions upon my character. In that regard it worked… but here in this timeline, Fudge and Umbridge never got the chance. I'm still the Boy-Who-Lived, the Wizarding Hero that everyone has built up in their heads for the past decade and a half."
Her Master gives her a grin that makes Amelia flush and her thighs clench together again.
"They have yet to see me bleed, Amelia. So you tell me, even if people in general are stupid idiots who don't know what's best for them… how will they react to their Savior coming out and telling them exactly who they should all be relying on as the next Minister of Magic?"
Well… damn.
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"… and that is why I personally believe Madam Bones is the one most fit for becoming our next Minister of Magic. Not just because of how she's gone above and beyond her duty for me personally in finally seeing to the exoneration of my godfather, Lord Sirius Black, but also because she's done that exact same thing for everyone else she's ever helped in her position as Director of the DMLE. Amelia Bones is good for Magical Britain. After the corruption of our last Minister, she's the one to get us back on track."
It takes all of a couple days to set up a "press conference" for Harry to stump for Amelia at. He is, after all, completely right in what he'd told the DMLE Director. Put simply, he still has a LOT of credit with the Wizarding World at this point in time. Much of it is undeserved of course, built upon misconceptions and the myth surrounding him. All those stories people made up about how he defeated Voldemort as a baby, and then all the ideas they'd come up with for what he'd been doing in the time before he arrived at Hogwarts. They were convinced he was some larger than life figure. Their Savior.
Of course, not all of the credit was undeserved. Thanks to Rita, word had spread far and wide about Harry healing Cedric at the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament. Wounds that should have been all but impossible for magic to ever truly heal, wiped away by a single overpowered Episkey.
That was enough to propel Harry's fame even further into the stratosphere at the end of the day, just as intended. So here he was now, cashing in on all of that to do something good for once.
As he finishes talking and steps down from the podium, Harry makes eye contact with Amelia briefly, feeling the connection between them. He gives her a polite and platonic smile and nod for the press, but secretly, they both feel far more than that. Binding her to him through the ritual had gone extremely well for the natural submissive. She loved giving herself over to him and had literally cum when he'd started asking if she was ready to be his.
Their connection actually felt stronger than the others he had, possibly even stronger than Bella herself despite their shared history. But Harry hadn't been lying when he'd told Amelia he would remove Bellatrix if she asked him to. He'd known deep down that she likely wouldn't make him do it, that she would accept his willingness as good enough at the end of the day. He'd still been ready all the same.
Now though… well, everything was falling into place. Between his speech and Rita's articles, Amelia's ascension to the position of Minister was all but guaranteed. As Harry makes his way back to Hogwarts, he's already considering the rest of this year and what comes after. Finishing things up with Voldemort and the Third Task was just a couple short months away, and then Harry would finally start going big picture.
The world was-
Hands suddenly grab him from around a corner and pull him off of his path and into an alcove. Fleur Delacour is lucky that he recognizes her presence in the split millisecond before he would have instinctively retaliated. As she roughly presses her lips against his, he internally sighs and brings his hands down to her hips, kissing her back.
He'd seen this coming, of course, though he hadn't known what form it would take. Still, here they were. It would be interesting to see exactly how Fleur was planning on playing this.
Chapter 58: Fleur Delacour Redux Pt. 2
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A/N: Fleur makes her move.
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She's gratified when he doesn't push her away. Satisfaction courses through her as he grabs hold of her hips and kisses her back. Even still… Fleur can't help but be conflicted. She's been in a state of turmoil ever since weeks ago, after the Second Task.
On the one hand, she's an adult woman. A full-grown witch in the eyes of the Wizarding World. She can make her own decisions, including who she gives her body, her love, and her magic to. But on the other hand, she did respect her mother's viewpoints.
Apolline had acted like Harry was a wolf in sheep's clothing. She'd told Fleur that even if he was a good man now, he might turn into a bad one down the road and if she bound herself to him and joined his Wizard's Coven before then, there would be no recourse for her except for death. She would be stuck.
Fleur might not have been happy with Apolline's overprotectiveness, but she understood it if nothing else. Obviously, she had to look out for her daughter. So when Apolline had been willing to compromise by meeting with Harry to get his measure personally, Fleur hadn't been thrilled, but she had been cautiously hopeful. She'd figured maybe the Delacour Matriarch would see the same things in Harry that she did.
… Be careful what you wish for, lest it come true. That was the ancient saying, wasn't it? She'd hoped that Apolline and Harry could find common ground, but Fleur had no idea the ground would be so common or so… sudden. She'd sent Harry in to talk Apolline into allowing Fleur to potentially join his Wizard's Coven, and when he'd come back out again, it was Apolline who had joined it instead.
Needless to say, Fleur's world had turned on it's head, especially when her mother not only refused to give her a reasonable explanation for her decisions, but also continued to forbid Fleur herself from taking the exact same path she had. It was, quite frankly, all too much. Did Fleur regret telling her mother that she hated her, and then refusing to talk to Apolline even once before she returned to France until the Third Task?
… Maybe a little bit. But not by much. Certainly not enough to reach out with a letter or a Floo Call in the time since. Even when Fleur's Headmistress had tried to intercede, Fleur had shut the taller witch down with prejudice. This was between her and her mother and no one else. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true was it? This was between her, Apolline… and Harry Potter.
Fleur knew how she felt towards Apolline Delacour. She was furious and hurt. But untangling her feelings towards Harry was a bit harder. Not only did she long for his presence, to feel his touch again and to taste more of his seed, but also, she didn't know precisely where he stood when it came to her mother's decrees. Was he in full agreement with the Lady Delacour? He was the Head of the Wizard's Coven, so technically wasn't Apolline subordinate to him now?
Her uncertainty and fear of how Harry might react to her had driven Fleur to avoid him, too afraid to find out which way he would fall if she approached. In the end though, she could only stay away for so long. She wanted more. She wanted Harry.
Still, him kissing her back was a solid first step right? She just had to take things slow, ease him into it, and-
"Bind me, Harry. Bind my magic to your own and make me one of your witches."
… Or she could blurt that all out the moment they both finally pull apart for air. Fleur's face goes bright red as her lips get ahead of themselves. She freezes up as soon as her brain processes what she just said, terrified of what Harry's answer might be. He pauses for a moment, those gorgeous emerald eyes of his staring her down for a brief second before he finally answers her.
"The Lady Delacour has asked me not to."
Fleur perks up at that. That wasn't a 'no' by any stretch of the imagination. If he was going to shut her down, he would have done so. Harry didn't like to mince words. Also, the key word there was 'asked'. Asked him not to… didn't demand it, didn't order it. Because she couldn't. Because she'd subordinated herself to him, the hypocrite. Licking her lips, Fleur smirks and drapes her arms over Harry's neck, sliding one leg up his side provocatively as she chuckles throatily.
"I don't really care what that hypocrite would prefer, Harry. And you and I both know her opinion only has as much weight as you choose to give it. So tell me… what must I give up for you to bind me? My body? My body is already all but yours. All you need to do is claim it just like my magic. I want to be yours, Harry. I want to serve you."
The funny thing is, she hadn't been nearly so certain of those statements weeks ago. But if there was one thing Apolline Delacour's thoughtless actions had provoked, it was Fleur deciding precisely what she wanted. If Harry was a good enough man for Apolline, then surely he was a good enough man for Fleur!
As Harry looks at her, really looks at her, Fleur makes sure to wear her heart on her sleeve, bearing her soul for the wizard to see. She means every word, or else she wouldn't be here right now, confronting him in the first place. The part veela has had more than enough time to come to this conclusion. All that's left now is to convince him that she's ready to be bound.
"… Not yet."
Again, Fleur perks up. Not yet distinctly implied that one day the answer would be yes. Still, her eyes narrow into slits as her focus intensifies. She's so close…
"When, if not now? I'm sure you could put my magic to use doing any number of things if you had me bound right now, Harry."
She feels like it's a damn good argument, but when Harry growls and suddenly grabs a fistful of her hair, sharply drawing her head back, Fleur knows she's overstepped.
"Not yet, Fleur. I will consider binding you, if that is still your wish, after the Third Task. After the Triwizard Tournament has come to a close, after the year has come to an end… then and only then will I consider binding your magic. However, there's something you must do for me before that time."
Shivering in excitement and delight, Fleur licks her lips hesitantly.
"A-Anything… name it…"
"Make up with Apolline. She's not a bad woman, for all that I turned her into a hypocrite when I convinced her to join me. All she wants is what's best for you."
Fleur freezes at that. He just had to ask for the most difficult thing, didn't he?
"I… I w-will not apologize to her, no matter my harsh words."
Harry grunts at that and shakes his head.
"I'm not asking you to apologize. I'm asking you to forgive her. Whether she accepts that you're your own woman who can make your own choices or not afterwards… that's her problem."
That… that wasn't so bad. Especially when it got her steps closer to getting what she wanted. That said, Fleur saw room for negotiation and she couldn't help but take it.
"I can d-do that Harry… but I ask a boon of you in return, to be given right here and right now."
Pausing, Harry tilts his head to the side and looks into her eyes curiously.
"Yes? What is it?"
Wetting her lips with her tongue again, Fleur looks right back at him.
"T-Take me… right here, right now. Fuck me in this dark stone alcove. Make me your woman if not your witch. Please…"
She needed it. She needed his cock. She needed some small sign that it wasn't all just an act, that he wouldn't just abandon her. More than anything, Fleur needed a way to show Harry she was serious about this, and also show him what he might be missing out on if he DIDN'T bind her at the end of the year.
There's a pregnant pause before suddenly, Harry's hands are back on her hips. Fleur gasps as he spins her around and bends her over, pushing her up against the stone wall of the alcove where her large breasts squish into it. Without hesitation, the blonde part veela arches her back, presenting herself to him. She's desperate for his touch.
"Oooh, yes Harry, yes! Take me right here, right now!"
Without hesitation, he hikes up her dress and yanks down her panties. Fleur shivers in anticipation as he exposes her dripping wet pussy lips to his no doubt hungry gaze. Then, she hears the sounds of him pulling out his cock and feels the head of his impressive mast nudging against her slick entrance a moment later.
It's far from the first time she's dealt with Harry's dick, of course. It's not even the first time she's seen him fuck a woman. But it's certainly the first time she's been fucked by him. With a powerful thrust, he plunges his thick shaft deep inside of her, stretching her open around his cock right there on the spot.
Fleur throws her head back and cries out in ecstasy, her inner muscles clenching down tightly around Harry's dick.
"Ahh! Mon Dieu! F-Fuck me hard and fast! Ruin me with your big fat cock, Harry!"
Whimpering, moaning, and squealing louder and louder, Fleur's fingers claw at the stone wall in front of her, even as Harry doesn't hesitate to do as she's asked. He quickly begins pounding into her, setting an absolutely unrelenting pace that has Fleur's eyes nearly rolling back in her head in no time at all.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoes through the alcove and corridor as Harry ruts into her sopping cunt from behind, grunting with exertion all the while. Fleur meets his thrusts with equal fervor, pushing her hips back against his in order to desperately take him deeper.
In no time at all, her pussy is fluttering and seizing around Harry's cock as Fleur experience the first of many orgasms along his length. Her pussy walls clench and squeeze down hard even as she moans wantonly and creams herself again and again. She's milking him for all he's worth really, and yet it's still not enough to stop him.
The sensation is incredible though, unlike anything she's ever experienced before. But it's not complete. She wants him to cum for her. She wants to feel him fill her with his seed. Will it be just like when he cums down her throat? She always feels so good with a belly filled to the brim with Harry's magic-laden cum. Will the same be true of having a womb filled with the stuff as well?
She can't wait to find out. Driving her hips backwards with as much force as she can muster, Fleur gurgles as she tips over the edge again and again. Her eyes finally do roll back in her skull, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she arches her spine even more for him. Fleur loses track of just how many times she cums for Harry… but she certainly knows when she finally makes him cum for her.
Suddenly, quite abruptly even, Fleur feels his seed splattering across her insides as he buries himself deep in her twat with one last thrust. She shudders as his cum enters her most precious and sacred of places, as it paints the walls of her womb white.
And… it's everything she'd hoped for. She comes undone in that moment as Harry's power courses through her. The magic in his seed was enough to make her incredibly powerful when imbibed. But it feels even better settling in her womb, permeating through her body. Fleur's eyes flutter for several moments until Harry is finished dumping his load in her.
This was worth waiting for the end of the year to be bound. It was even worth reaching out and forgiving Apolline for her trespasses.
However… Fleur isn't an idiot. She'd heard what Harry said earlier and understood that nothing was set in stone. He'd said he would CONSIDER binding her magic after the Third Task and the end of the school year. He'd used the word 'consider' twice.
She still needed to prove herself to him. She still needed to convince him. That starts with turning around and dropping to her knees the moment Harry pulls out of her. Taking his cock into her mouth, Fleur dutifully sucks on his dick while staring up into her future Master's emerald eyes.
As she cleans him off with her mouth and tongue though, Fleur knows this won't be enough. He's already had her mouth and now her body. He's already fucked her silly and had her suck his cock. Fleur needs to think of another way to impress him. She needs to find something else that will convince him beyond a shadow of a doubt that he needs her.
It hits her after a moment of ferocious sucking and hollowing of her cheeks. He's given her the answer, hasn't he? Basically… she just needs to win the Triwizard Tournament.
After the Second Task, she's actually fairly well-positioned for potentially coming out on top. All she needs to do is excel in the Third Task and she might just take the whole thing. Of course, that was a pretty huge 'might'. After all… her competition was the very man she was trying to impress.
Still, what better way to prove herself than to win the entire Triwizard Tournament? He would have to acknowledge her worth than. He would have to acknowledge that she was someone he needed to bind to him for whatever he was planning.
Yes… Fleur knows what she has to do now. She's going to win the Triwizard Tournament. No matter what.
Chapter 59: The New Minister
Chapter Text
A/N: Amelia becomes Minister~
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"… and now a word from your new Minister of Magic, Madam Amelia Bones!"
Swallowing thickly, Amelia rises from her seat and makes her way up to the podium, smiling and nodding to Rufus Scrimgeour as they exchange a simple handshake before he leaves her to it. While there'd been a moment when Rufus had his own intentions to try and become Minister of Magic, he'd rather quickly set aside his bid the moment that Harry Potter of all people came out in support of Amelia's campaign.
Beyond that though, she and Rufus had a long history as superior and subordinate, so Amelia liked to think even if the election had been more contentious than it actually was, they could have maintained their cordial relationship through thick and thin. Amelia certainly wouldn't have taken it personally if Rufus had ended up in the Minister's Office instead of her. In fact, it would still have been a win.
Or rather, she would have thought that before Harry revealed himself to her and bound her magic to his own. Now Amelia knew better. Now she knew precisely what was at stake. It wasn't just a matter of maintaining the peace, keeping to the status quo, and catching bad guys before they could damage the fabric of their society anymore.
… No, the fabric of their society was under existential threat from something far worse than some measly Dark Wizards, and unless they did something about it, everything was going to go to shit. That was why she had to submit to Harry, completely and entirely. That was why she had to become Minister of Magic, so that he would have one of his witches sitting at the top.
Even now, Amelia can feel a slight tug on her magic. Looking out at the crowd as she stands behind the podium for a moment and gathers her thoughts, it's not hard to locate Harry among them. The young man had received special dispensation to be here today for this speech. Favoritism? Yes, but then… he was the Boy-Who-Lived, after all.
Her Master's emerald eyes flash as they make eye contact, the corner of his mouth turning up in a satisfied smirk. Beside him, 'escorting him' is young Nymphadora Tonks… who looks red in the face and squirming. Is Harry already corrupting her Aurors too? Amelia doesn't huff, but she wants to even as she turns her attention back to the matter at hand and plasters a smile on her face.
"Wizards. Witches. I will keep this brief. First and foremost, I thank you one and all for putting your trust in me. I have always believed the Ministry of Magic to be beholden to the will of the people. When we fail to uphold that will, we must be held accountable. I am standing here today because that is precisely what happened. My predecessor failed in his duties to all of you. The Ministry failed. But not anymore. I assure you; I will do everything in my power to live up to the expectations that my predecessor failed to live up to. Thank you for your time."
With that, Amelia receives a standing ovation, one that brings a more genuine smile to her face. At the same time though, she can't help but lock eyes with Harry again… forced to suppress a shiver that runs down her spine at the look he's giving her.
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SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh Merlin! Nnngh! H-Harry… p-please… do we have to do this in front of… a subordinate?"
Tonks watches with rapt attention as Harry bends Amelia over her new desk and fucks the newly appointed Minister of Magic from behind. Every once in a while, the former Head of the DMLE glances over in Tonks' direction before looking away again when they make eye contact. The blush on Amelia's face is rather telling, but then so is the way she's reacting. Despite her words, she's enthusiastically pushing back into Harry's hips, and moaning all the more wantonly.
Harry, for his part, chuckles darkly.
"It wouldn't be the first time she's watched, Amelia. Tonks here has been very naughty. She already knows."
The tension in the freshly elected Minister's shoulders ratchets up for a second at that… before finally bleeding out of her. Tonks blinks, surprised by how Amelia seems to suddenly just relax without a care in the world.
"Oh… I… mmm, I s-see…"
Her old boss still doesn't look Tonks' in the eye, but she no longer seems bothered by the metamorphmagus' presence. With just a few words, Harry has settled things. Crazy. Though… not entirely, as it turns out.
"A-And… was toying with her during my inauguration really, nngh, n-necessary? What if the two of you had been c-caught?"
Tonks can't help but blush a deep crimson at that, squirming in place. Amelia wasn't wrong, after all. Harry HAD been toying with her during the entire event they'd just come from. It wasn't anything too obvious, but he'd done something that made it feel like Tonks had fingers inside of her and on her clit and nipples the entire time.
It was an exercise in sheer willpower for the female Auror, truth be told. She'd held back her voice and kept her squirming to a bare minimum, trying desperately not to let anyone know what was happening so they didn't get caught. It was incredibly risky and reckless, truth be told. Of course… it was also one of the hottest things Tonks had ever experienced.
Harry, meanwhile, just chuckles, rears back a hand, and gives Amelia's upturned ass a hefty smack, causing the Minister of Magic to squeal and then moan as she shudders in a way that makes it obvious she just orgasmed all over his dick. Tonks' blush intensifies, even as Harry shrugs.
"It was either play with your cute subordinate… or play with you, Amelia. Tell me, which would you have preferred?"
Tonks' eyes widen at THAT mental imagery. Madam Bones, up on stage, being toyed with in precisely the way she had been toyed with. Giving her speech in front of everyone while Harry's invisible magical fingers were buried in her gushing wet twat.
Biting her lower lip, Tonks finally slips her hands under her clothes, one going up under her shirt and the other sliding down the front of her skirt. Merlin's beard, she was so turned on it couldn't be helped anymore. As she rolls a nipple between her fingers while cupping her mound with her hand and enjoying the heat, Tonks waits for Amelia to speak up and say that of course that wouldn't have been acceptable.
… Except that doesn't happen. And the new Minister of Magic's silence and hesitation is very telling. Even Harry pauses in surprise after a moment before snorting derisively and spanking Amelia's reddening bottom once more.
"Well now. I suppose that's on me for not taking your feelings into consideration, Minister. My bad."
Whimpering, Amelia shakes her head as she claws at her new desk.
"A-Ah… n-no… it would have been b-bad if you'd done anything to me while I was speaking in front of s-so many people. It could have ruined… everything. S-So… it was better that you didn't."
Exactly who was Tonks' old boss trying to convince here? Because she certainly wasn't convincing Harry. The young wizard just chuckles and reaches around to palm Amelia's exposed breasts, groping them tightly as he continues slamming into her sopping cunt from behind. Tonks knows that it's sopping too, because she can see the fluids spraying all over the front of the Minister's desk.
They're positively desecrating this office, but to be fair, given the last Minister was that idiot Fudge, Tonks figures they can't really do much worse in dirtying up the place than he did. In fact, in a way one might consider the current desecration to be more of a cleansing.
Tonks just wishes that it was her getting bent over the Minister's desk and fucked. She wishes that it was her getting split open on Harry's massive cock. Alas, all she can do is watch on, biting her lower lip and fingering her pussy and pinching her nipples between her fingers.
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With one hand on one of her breasts, the other goes to her hair. Amelia shudders and quivers in ecstasy as her Master pulls her head back while continuing to fuck her from behind. It has her thinking about the tantric ritual they'd performed to bind their magic together weeks ago.
She'd never had a more intimate moment then that. Not only had Harry fucked her, claimed her, made her his… but he'd connected their very magic together. Being prompted to tell him she wanted it, that she was ready to cede all control to him… that was just icing on the cake.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
And now here they were in Amelia's new office. The Minister of Magic's office. If it weren't for her and Harry's relationship, Amelia would probably have already gotten to work truth be told. However, he'd demanded some of her time after the inauguration and fortunately the Minister of Magic wasn't expected to truly be settled in and working for at least a day or two after the inauguration.
The office was locked down and everyone knew she wasn't to be disturbed. And so here she was, getting fucked from behind by her Master… while one of her subordinates watched.
It was worse than Amelia had originally imagined. Harry hadn't simply started the corruption of Nymphadora Tonks during her inauguration. No, rather, he'd apparently started it a long time ago. Amelia didn't believe for a second that Tonks had been so 'naughty' all on her own. More likely… yes, it was back when they'd put Harry into custody. That was when he'd first gotten her hooks into the younger woman.
Ah, but there really wasn't anything Amelia could do about it now, now was there? It wasn't like she had room to talk when it came to Tonks' divided loyalties. And she certainly didn't have any ability to tell Harry off for subverting one of her Aurors. In the end, she'd been subverted just as much. She'd let herself be taken in by Harry, and now… well, it was far too late to back out.
Not that Amelia really wanted to. Tossing her head back, she moans wantonly as she cums yet again upon Harry's cock. Her pussy walls clench and flex around his dick, her entire body shuddering through the explosive orgasm. And then… Harry tips over the edge as well at long last. Her cunt seems to have milked his release from him, because he cums and cums, filling her up.
He'd done the same thing during that ritual. She'd felt their magic connect, known in that moment that she belonged to him completely and utterly. The connection was heavily lopsided, after all. Harry had complete control over it just as he had complete control over all aspects and facets of their relationship.
… But Amelia couldn't bring herself to mind. Even knowing the things he'd done; she knows that they were for the right reasons. And more than that, he knew everything they needed to do in order to save not just Magical Britain, not just the Wizarding World at large… but the entire world.
With that in mind, once Harry pulls out of her, Amelia doesn't hesitate to spin around, drop to her knees, and begin cleaning off his cock. However, even as she does so, she looks up at him, speaking between long, languid licks.
"What, mm, is next Master?"
Carding his fingers through her hair, Harry hums for a moment at that, before glancing over at Tonks. The young Auror quickly scurries over and allows him to wrap his arm around her waist and palm her ample butt as she hugs herself close to his side and nuzzles his neck. Amelia flushes a little bit about her subordinate being at his right hand while she's on her knees before him… but she can't deny that it feels right at least partially.
Outside of these walls, she's going to be the Minister of Magic from now on. Inside of this room, she should technically also be Minister. However, when its just her and Harry and… any of his other women, then Amelia knows she forfeits her right to that title. She becomes his pet, his toy, his loyal bitch.
"Consolidation, I should think. Tell me… do you believe Hestia Jones would make a solid replacement for your position as Director of the DMLE?"
Amelia blinks, pausing in her worship of Harry's cock at that sudden non-sequitur. Hestia Jones? She'd also been on Harry's protective detail hadn't she? Though judging by the way Tonks jolts in surprise at the name, she didn't know anything about what might have happened between Harry and Jones. Still…
"… Next in line should be Rufus Scrimgeour. He's been my loyal second for years now and we have a solid working relationship. Passing him over for that promotion might put a strain on said relationship, to say nothing of the fact that he's actually quite competent and would be good in the role."
Her Master hums, not looking entirely convinced.
"And Hestia?"
Amelia bites her lower lip for a moment, thinking it over.
"She's… young, but not too young. It would be quite the promotion for her, and it's not like there's much of a connection between us so people couldn't even really cry favoritism. I assume you intend to seduce her?"
Grinning wickedly, Harry just shrugs.
"I've already begun."
Of course he has. Amelia lets out a shuddering sigh, before slowly nodding.
"… I could make it work, yes."
"Hm. But you don't think I should, do you? You think it should be Scrimgeour instead. Perhaps with Jones taking his place as Head Auror…"
Amelia licks her lips but after a moment she nods. Harry had told her that he would take her advice into consideration after all. And the fact that he was talking this through with her right now was a good sign of things to come regardless, wasn't it?
"And yet, if I told you to install Jones as Director, you would do it in a heartbeat, wouldn't you pet?"
The freshly elected Minister of Magic shivers, but in the end… what can she say aside from…
"Yes."
"Good girl."
Then, her Master falls silent for a moment, clearly considering his options. Having said her piece, Amelia dives down his cock, taking him deep into her mouth and sucking enthusiastically. She's just glad he wasn't trying to ask her to make Tonks the new Director. Hestia was bordering on a Veteran Auror by this point. Technically, Rufus should be allowed to choose his own Head Auror, and he'd likely pick Shacklebolt. But if Amelia stepped in, she knew that Rufus would take her advice.
That would only happen if Harry agreed with her plan, however. It was entirely possible he would want to stack the upper echelons of the Ministry with as many of his witches as possible…
Chapter 60: The New Head Auror
Chapter Text
A/N: Hestia Jones was previously established as having a voyeurism fetish, in case you guys forgot :P
She watched Harry fuck Tonks for the entire week that he was in protective custody a while back.
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After she finishes sucking his cock again, drinking down a load of his cum, Harry grunts and smiles down at her, caressing her face with his palm. Amelia just sighs and leans into his touch.
"I would be a fool not to take your advice, Amelia. Scrimgeour will be Director. And Jones will be Head Auror. That said, you're going to help me in… ensuring Hestia's loyalty, alright?"
A shiver runs down Amelia's spine at her Master's tone. But at this point, it's not like she has much professional pride left. She would always put one hundred and ten percent into her job of course, and she would be whatever Harry needed her to be… but if he wanted to introduce her true self to yet another one of her subordinates… so be it.
"Everything I am is yours already, Master. All you have to do is command me."
Harry grins at that, and then explains what he intends. Even Amelia can't help but blush a little bit though when she hears exactly what he wants to do with her.
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Head Auror. Even a month into the job, Hestia could hardly believe it. Frankly, she wondered even now if she should decline the promotion. The previous Head Auror, Rufus Scrimgeour, was now Director of the DMLE and still her immediate superior as a result. He didn't seem… entirely sure why she was being made Head Auror over someone with more experience like Kingsley Shacklebolt. But he also didn't seem too upset about it?
Still, Hestia herself wasn't sure why she was given the promotion. Maybe she'd find out today, seeing as she was about to have her first meeting with Madam Bones in her new role as Minister of Magic. The woman had been incredibly busy the past month, and to be fair it wasn't like the Head Auror and Minister needed to talk very much anyways. That was what the Director was for.
Still, now there was a deserved promotion. Frankly, there wasn't a single other witch or wizard in the entire Wizarding World that Hestia felt deserved the title more than Madam Bones. And she'd been doing such a good job since she took office too. Cutting away the chaff. Stamping out corruption. She'd streamlined the Minister's Office first and then began working out from there and turning the Ministry into more and more of a well-oiled machine day after day.
Amelia was effectively doing to the rest of the Ministry of Magic what she'd already done to her own department as Director of the DMLE for all those years. And thanks to those decades of experience, she was doing it much faster and much more efficiently.
Reaching the office, Hestia swallows and then knocks on the door, stepping in a moment later when Amelia's crisp 'Enter' reaches her ears. Sitting behind her desk, the new Minister cuts an impressive figure. She looks far more like she belongs behind the Minister's Desk than Fudge did, if Hestia is being honest.
"Please have a seat, Head Auror."
"Yes ma'am."
Moving to the front of the desk, Hestia sits down and tries not to squirm. Is now the right time for her to ask why her? It was obvious that Madam Bones had pushed for Scrimgeour to promote Hestia instead of Kingsley. But why?
"How have you been settling into your new role, Hestia?"
Blinking at the sudden familiarity, Hestia takes a moment to think over the question. It's not the kind of thing you give a flippant answer after all.
"… I'm doing my best, Minister. It's certainly a big pair of shoes to fill."
Indeed, for as long as Hestia had been an Auror, Rufus Scrimgeour had been Head Auror and Amelia Bones had been DMLE Director. The two of them had effectively been fixtures that never went anywhere… solid rocks for the rest of them to cling to and always know they could rely on. It was certainly a time of change in the Auror Department, after everything had been rather stagnant for decades.
And now Hestia was expected to be one of those rocks too. The last month had been… stressful to say the least. And yet, if Hestia really couldn't handle it, she would have asked to be demoted by now. Instead, she'd stuck it out. And honestly, the stress was a good kind of stress. It was a stress that kept her busy and kept her mind from wandering to more… unsavory pastimes.
"Director Scrimgeour certainly has nothing poor to say about you, Hestia. In fact, I would even go so far as to say you've surprised and impressed him in this past month."
Hestia blinks at the sudden praise as well as the warmth that almost seems to be radiating off of the Minister. Straightening up, she feels a surge of satisfaction. However, just as she's opening her mouth to thank Madam Bones for her encouragement… the door to the office opens and closes behind her.
Pausing, Hestia turns and looks only for her eyes to widen a bit at the sight of Harry Potter walking into the room. He gives her a grin and a wink, before putting his finger to his lips as if to say 'shhh'.
What… what was going on? When he passes her, Hestia turns back around so her eyes can continue tracking him, but he just continues on around the Minister's Desk over to where Madam Bones is sat.
As for Amelia herself, she doesn't even seem to register Harry's presence. She's still looking directly at Hestia, even as Harry stops right at her side.
"I'm sure you had your own internal doubts about whether you were the right woman for the position of Head Auror or not, Hestia. But I hope that your own conduct this past month has put those doubts to bed."
Hestia nods wordlessly… only for her eyes to widen as Harry pulls out his cock, places a hand on Amelia's head, and turns it slightly so he can slide his throbbing manhood between her lips right then and there. Whatever the Minister of Magic had meant to say next is completely cut off by the dick she's now sucking on, her words muffled to the point of incomprehensibility.
A pulse of heat rushes through Hestia's body as she watches Harry slide his cock in and out of Madam Bones' mouth. She can't help but think back to a similar time she'd watched the awe-inspiring young man all those months ago. For the entire week that Harry had been in protective custody, he and Tonks had fucked like crazy. And the entire week… Hestia had watched them, spying on them with Harry's approval and getting off to it the whole time.
… Hestia Jones knew she was a dirty, filthy woman deep down inside. Her voyeuristic tendencies had begun back in her final year of Hogwarts when she had managed to make Head Girl. The Head Boy of her year had been… well, calling him an incorrigible playboy wouldn't be very far off. As Head Girl and Head Boy, they were given access to their own private rooms with a shared common room between them.
She'd been way too much of a teacher's pet and bookworm for the Head Boy to try and seduce. Oh, he'd made an attempt, but Hestia had rebuffed him and he'd backed off. However, that hadn't stopped him from bringing witches into their shared common space all year long. And when he and said witches got down and dirty, they only actually retired to his private rooms about half the time.
The other half the time, Hestia got quite an earful… and in some cases, quite the show from her hiding places. Sure, maybe she should have reported his behavior to the Professors to get him to stop… but she couldn't help herself.
Hestia Jones liked to watch. That was just her nature, if she was being honest. She actually got way more out of watching someone else get fucked then she herself enjoyed being fucked, even. Oh sure, normal sex was fun and all… but there was nothing more pleasurable or arousing than seeing another woman get dicked down by a big, strong man.
That was why she hadn't been able to bring herself to report Tonks and Harry's illicit activities to Shacklebolt or Scrimgeour all those months ago. That was why she'd watched instead, enjoying their carnal actions massively from her hiding places.
And it's why she's turned on immensely by the sight of Harry using Amelia's mouth right in front of her now. The sounds of sucking, slurping noises fill the office, even as Amelia maintains eye contact with Hestia the entire time.
… But that's just it. Is Amelia aware of what Harry is doing? Does the Minister of Magic even know what's happening? Or is this something only Hestia is aware of? It feels like it's the second situation… and that can't be allowed to go on. Hestia's perversion is one thing. But she's still an Auror. No… rather, she's the Head Auror now.
Surging to her feet perhaps a few seconds later than she really should have, Hestia Jones pulls out her wand and levels it at the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Step away from the Minister, Harry."
The office falls silent as Harry stops moving, going still for a moment as he looks at her in amusement. Then, he pulls back out of Amelia's mouth with a distinct pop.
"Well done, Hestia."
Wait, what? Those words hadn't come from Harry… they'd come from Madam Bones herself. Looking back to the still-seated Minister, Hestia now sees a woman who knows exactly what's going on. Amelia even glances up at Harry with a wry expression on her face before looking back to Hestia.
A test? This was a test of some sort?
"Harry here has told me about your… predilections."
O-Oh. Hestia feels like the world is closing in on her for a split second, only for Amelia to wave a hand dismissively.
"Do not fret. I am no less a pervert for my own depraved fantasies. You are in good company on that front, Hestia. And yet, you did not let your perversions overcome you. You stood tall against what you perceived as injustice in spite of your own arousal. I will say again… well done."
O-Oh. That was… w-well… Hestia didn't know how to feel about that. She knows even less how to feel about it when Amelia suddenly rises from her chair and Harry takes her seat. Only, the Minister of Magic doesn't stay standing. Instead, she sits back down on Harry's lap. Except... w-well... Hestia is quite well-versed in what certain perverted activities look like.
In fact, she remembered times back in her Seventh Year when this exact thing had happened. She would walk in on the Head Boy and his latest conquest sitting on the couch in their shared common room, except the witch in question would be on the Head Boy's lap. Intimate but seemingly innocuous at first glance. However… Hestia knew full well what a woman's face looked like when she was surreptitiously impaled on a man's cock as a result.
Amelia does a better job then those younger witches had at hiding her own reaction, but she's still a woman at the end of the day. Her breath hitches and she pauses ever so slightly as she slides herself down onto Harry's spit-polished dick. Then, as if realizing there was no hiding it anyways, she shifts and adjusts herself for a moment before finally looking to Hestia again.
"As I was saying previously, you've done an excellent job as Head Auror so far, Hestia. You can lay to rest any worries or concerns you might have about whether you deserved the promotion or not. Any self-doubt you might have experienced, while understandable, is ultimately incorrect."
That… was incredibly nice of her to say. And Hestia even believes the Minister means every word as well. And yet, now that Amelia is being fucked by Harry, slowly sliding up and down his cock right in front of her, the words have new meaning. Hestia can sense the veritable 'but' hanging in the air.
"… Harry was the one who pushed for my promotion, wasn't he?"
Despite his name coming up, the wizard in question doesn't speak even now. He simply reaches around to the front of the Minister's robes and pulls them open, hiking up her skirt and grasping at her breasts. Hestia bites her lower lips and clenches her thighs together hard as she resists with all her might the impulse to begin touching herself in turn.
Amelia, meanwhile, nods even as her breath hitches again.
"Y-Yes. He did in fact push for you to become Head Auror. He knew we could count on you to go above and beyond in the r-role. He knew you could be trusted."
He was right there… and still not talking. No, instead he was busy fucking the most powerful woman in Magical Britain right in front of her. Hestia knew Harry was special. Even disregarding the whole 'Boy-Who-Lived' thing, she'd recognized just how amazing he was back during that protection detail she'd been part of. He was capable of wandless, silent magic on a casual level, and honestly… he radiated power and confidence in spades.
Amelia had mentioned her own depraved sexual fantasies. Even as Hestia gets wetter and wetter, she can't help wondering what they were, exactly. But whatever they were, she has to admit, Harry Potter seems quite capable of fulfilling them. Still…
"Trusted… with what exactly, Minister?"
By this point, Amelia is outright bouncing on Harry's cock. She clings to the edge of the Minister's Desk, panting with increasing frequency as she looks at Hestia. Despite her flushed countenance, Amelia still maintains a surprising amount of presence, radiating this somewhat intimidating aura as she stares Hestia down.
"The future of our world, of course. And the future of magic itself."
Hestia's eyes widen and her mouth goes dry. Even the thoroughly wanton moan that leaves Amelia's lips a moment later when Harry suddenly pinches her nipples can't really detract from the bombshell she just dropped… though it definitely causes Hestia to get even more turned on.
Still, this seems like a far more serious conversation than should really be happening while the Minister of Magic is being fucked right in front of her eyes!