"Get moving, Dawlish! We're shipping out in five minutes!" Alastor Moody barked.
The aurors office felt like a warzone as squads were rapidly being deployed. Senior members like Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt were organizing teams. The minister himself was in attendance. Rufus Scrimgeour overlooked the hectic preparations with a watchful eye.
"I dearly hope that this works," he said.
"So do I," Harry said.
He was standing not far from the minister. Everything that was happening here was because of him.
His mental infiltration had been a tremendous success. Through it, he learned of multiple places Voldemort might have turned into hiding places for the scattered parts of his soul.
Now it was about moving quickly.
There was no time for them to waste. Voldemort knew that Harry had been in his head, he just didn't know how much Harry had seen. Before he could get paranoid about his horcruxes, the ministry had to get there first.
The first thing Harry did after waking up from his legilimency assault was "celebrate" vigorously with the women who helped him through it. Then, he spread the word to the rest of the ministry about what he'd discovered. In less than fifteen hours, this was the reaction that had been mustered.
"I admit, I'm surprised," Scrimgeour said. "I thought that you would be begging me to go."
Harry had never even suggested adding himself to the squads that were being mustered. His allies around his age were staying behind too, all of them except for Aberforth Dumbledore, who was accompanying Kingsley on a trip to the Gaunt Shack in Little Hangleton.
"We've all got a role to play," Harry said, continuing to watch the aurors bustle around. "I can't die."
That was how simple it was, at the end of the day. His trip to the Grangers, even if it worked out well in the end, had been a wake up call. He was SO close to biting the dust. If that happened, Voldemort would sweep over the country.
There were still people who could fight the dark lord. As long as Harry, his prophesied enemy, was still alive, then those people would be motivated and willing to keep up the good fight. As soon as Harry died… Morale would burst.
No matter how much he'd trained, he wasn't someone like Dumbledore or Voldemort who could duel his way out of impossible odds. Harry had to be careful. His life mattered to more people than just himself.
Plus, he had another task to pursue.
"Permission to be dismissed?" Harry asked.
Scrimgeour chuckled at him. "Are you sure you aren't one of my aurors already? You're beginning to talk like them. Don't let me keep you here."
The respect the minister treated Harry with had risen over time. Scrimgeour valued competent people. That was his philosophy when he ran the aurors office and it was still his philosophy as the minister. Since arriving, Harry had exposed a high ranking official under the Imperius curse, was instrumental in saving Hogsmeade, and managed to hold out long enough against Bellatrix Lestrange to seal her death. Now, he'd even exposed Voldemort's method for immortality.
The minister was happy to give him plenty of space to work, when he was getting results like that.
"I look forward to seeing what you're cooking up," Scrimgeour said goodnaturedly.
Harry smiled at him. "I'm sure you won't be upset with the results."
LINE BREAK
Harry apparated to a decently sized home in southern England. He went alone today, not bringing any guards with him. There was no way for the death eaters to know where he was. Plus, at this house, he was guaranteed to be among friends.
Harry approached the door and gave it a knock. The door was answered by a woman whose appearance did strange things to his head.
In some ways, she looked like Tonks, who was her daughter. Something about the noses and the bone structure was the same. In other ways, she looked like Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy. That also made sense, since they were her sisters.
"Hello Harry. Come in," Andromeda Tonks invited him.
She was a stunningly beautiful woman that was just as curvy with her sisters. She had a gorgeous face and brown hair. Her eyes weren't nearly as psychotic as Bellatrix's or as cold as Narcissa's.
Still, when Harry looked at her, he was immediately reminded of the way he'd last seen Narcissa: through Voldemort's eyes, naked and abused in bed.
That similarity was why he was here.
Andromeda Tonks took him to the sitting room and invited him onto the couch. She sat beside him and smiled at him.
"My daughter speaks highly of you," Andromeda said.
"I'm glad to hear it!" Harry said, smiling as he wondered exactly how much Tonks had told her mom.
Andromeda tilted her head to the side. "She said that you're trying to learn about my sister now?"
"I plan to win her over," Harry said.
Andromeda looked at him. A moment later, she laughed.
"Hearing that takes me back to Hogwarts," Andromeda said. "Sometimes, it felt like every week some new boy was coming to me, asking about the way into her heart. But Narcissa's heart has always been cold toward most. She doesn't love easily and she's an expert at shutting others out. When I was booted from the family, she never missed me."
"I'm not trying to love her," Harry said. "Not exactly. And I think she's desperate for exactly what I can offer."
His vision had told him a lot. Narcissa was in an awful spot, abused by the dark lord. Her husband wouldn't stand up for her or couldn't find a way to get her out of it. Harry just needed to get close enough to her to give her a taste of something different.
Andromeda acknowledged his conviction. "What do you need from me, exactly?"
"I want to learn everything that I can about her," Harry said. "The things she likes best. Her hobbies. Maybe even places that she frequents. Getting close to her is the first challenge."
Andromeda thought about it for a few seconds. "I can help," she decided. "Listen closely."
For half an hour, she detailed Harry on all of her sister's traits. Narcissa, it turned out, had been the girliest out of the three beautiful Black sisters. That came with an obsession with romance stories. She had read all kinds in her youth. She completely believed that a rich handsome pureblood would sweep her off her feet and carry her into the sunset.
"It came true in a way," Andromeda admitted. "However, Cissy forgot that in the real world, life keeps going. Your happy ending might not stay that way. Last I heard, gossip stated that Lucius hardly paid attention to her once he'd secured a male heir. Supposedly, he didn't even touch her after that. Narcissa wanted a large family, but she had to settle for just one son."
No sons now, Harry thought, remembering the fate that Draco met while working as a death eater.
He was distracted by a hand landing on his knee. Harry stared at it, looking up at Andromeda.
Andromeda's face was serious, not paying mind to the contact she had initiated. "There's also the matter of what you'll do when you make contact. How do you plan to woo Narcissa?"
It was slightly embarrassing to say it out loud but Harry saw no reason to hide things.
"I'm going to fuck her neglected body until she becomes addicted to me," Harry said.
It sounded a little ridiculous when said out loud that way. However, Harry's experience with women had shown him it was possible. If the rumors of Lucius neglecting her were true, that would make it even easier to turn her to his side.
"I thought that might be your plan," Andromeda said. "From the things I've heard, I like your chances of pulling it off."
"So you've heard…" Harry said.
Andromeda laughed. "Nymphadora and I have always shared an extremely close relationship. We have very little in the way of secrets. We're almost like sisters, at times. Even sex lives are not too taboo to discuss."
"Oh," Harry said. He'd wondered. He didn't think Tonks would've straight up told her mother everything, though.
"It made me curious, I confess it," Andromeda said. "My daughter speaks VERY highly of you."
Her hand slid up his thigh. Harry started pitching a tent in his pants.
"We sisters are so alike, you could even compare us to twins," Andromeda whispered, lowering her face next to Harry's ear. "Our personalities might be different… but our bodies are identical. We have many of the same buttons, if you will. Shall I teach you where they are, and how to press them?"
"You don't have to," Harry assured her.
"And if I want to?" Andromeda asked.
"In that case, I would fuck the shit out of you."
Andromeda grinned. "Perfect!"
The sexual tension snapped. Harry kissed her on the lips, before going down and biting her neck, pushing her back against the cushions.
"Right below the jaw, in line with my ear!" Andromeda gasped. "Cissy always was weak right there!"
Harry immediately memorized the spot while latching his teeth onto her skin. He gauged the right strength to use by listening to Andromeda's moaning. While he did, he grabbed onto her breasts.
"Pinch the nipple! Then twist… gently," Andromeda said.
Harry followed the instructions exactly. Andromeda was wearing casual robes like you might find civilians in at Diagon Alley. However, when he touched the fairly ordinary outfit, he was in for a sudden surprise! Andromeda wasn't wearing anything underneath it. He could tell by how clearly he could sense the shape of her nipple.
When he followed the instructions that Andromeda had given him, more moaning ensued.
"You sound like your daughter," Harry couldn't help observing.
Andromeda slid down so that she was laying lengthwise across the couch, pulling him down on top of her. "Despite how close Nymphadora and I's relationship is, I would appreciate it if you focused on ME right now, Mr. Potter. Your next lesson about my sister is that she has always been a princess… but in bed, she likes to be ravaged. She has no interest in going on top, unless it's riding you with her back turned while you lay into her ass."
"Is that another way that you two are similar?" Harry asked.
"Exactly," Andromeda said. "Now, ravish me."
Harry treated her to the full experience. With Andromeda guiding his hands and mouth in between her moans, he bit and fondled her all over her body. It was incredible to think that she was an aging mother with how tight and fat free her figure was. It didn't take long for Harry to rip her robes off, getting to the hairy milf body underneath.
He also stripped out of his own clothes. When his dick was out, Andromeda fondled the tip with her fingers. "Massive! Feed it to me already, Mr. Potter."
She was so excited to be with a man like Harry that her pussy was wet and ready without foreplay of any kind. Harry's dick slapped against it and prodded it as he lined himself up against her entrance.
"Is there a certain speed or style that the Black sisters like?" Harry asked.
"To be fucked like you're trying to break our hips," Andromeda declared.
Harry grinned. He could certainly do that.
He thrusted into Andromeda and found that her pussy was as tight as the rest of her body, yet another way her sexiness defied age. Harry plunged his dick into her just the way she requested, smashing against her body.
PLAM! PLAM! PLAM!
"This is the time we like to kiss!" Andromeda said.
Harry hit her lips with her own, igniting a raw and passionate kiss. His dick didn't slide out of her as he did so. The duality of being kissed and pounded at the same time made Andromeda cum twice in quick succession. Harry threw in a few more tugs of her nipples with his fingers, attacking her on three fronts.
When their kiss halted Andromeda used all her breath to beg: "Harder! Harder! More!"
The pretense of a lesson was starting to disappear. Certainly Harry could still learn techniques that would help him pleasure Narcissa but Andromeda's ability to teach was diminishing. She was devolving into a horny milf, drunk off of the stud who'd been ravishing her only daughter.
Harry put one of his thumbs onto her clit and rubbed it while he fucked her. Although it wasn't a technique Andromeda had strictly taught him, her moans made it clear it was something she was into. The two of them fucked so vigorously that they ended up tumbling off the couch and onto the floor.
"I see why Nymphadora hasn't been visiting home!" Andromeda moaned. "I wouldn't either, if it meant leaving this behind!"
Harry smirked and kissed her again. She was still cumming on his dick, the number of orgasms continuing to climb higher. Harry felt her legs squeezing him and refusing to let go.
"Narcissa wanted a big family more than anything!" Andromeda gasped. It was audibly hard for her to speak, moans threatening to interrupt her sentences. "If you want to claim her, there's only one place for you to cum!"
She didn't have to spell it out for Harry any clearer than that. The answer was obvious.
Inside.
In the spirit of the demonstration, Harry chose to get some extra practice.
He pumped cum into Andromeda's pussy, causing her to howl. Once again, he noticed she sounded like Tonks. He felt her pussy spasm as his spunk flooded into it. Instead of letting go of him, Andromeda's legs reaffirmed their grip, holding him inside of her.
"A good effort," Andromeda said. "Narcissa will be harder to please. If you want to get this right, you'll need to prepare thoroughly."
"That sounds like a plan," Harry said.
He got back to fucking and kissing her, the two of them sloppily making love on her living room floor. Harry wondered if the next time they made love, it would upset Tonks if he asked her to turn into her mother.
If the metamorphmagus was against the idea, they could always just invite the real one.
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