Chapter 5: Amelia Bones
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For the first time in a while, Harry was confused.
He'd been summoned to a meeting with the headmaster and the deputy headmistress, and he had no idea why.
He'd done an excellent job at officiating all the quidditch matches. He'd helped a large chunk of the student body deal with their traumas and internal issues, and most of all, he'd made a huge dent in all the inter-house violence that had been going on before he'd been hired on. All the worst blood purists in Slytherin had been neutered, suffering mysterious, grievous injuries that left them either unable to continue schooling or at least snuffed out any desire they had to cause trouble. Not only that, but Harry had made some genuine progress with some of the younger Slytherins, helping them see the flaws in their bigoted worldview.
All that to say that, he shouldn't be feeling like back in second year when everyone thought he was the heir of Slytherin and he'd been summoned to the headmaster's office. He was definitely not in trouble. Unless they knew about the girls… which, well… there was no way they'd found out about that!
"Sir! What luck running into you!"
Harry was startled as he was immediately wrapped up in a tight hug by a tall, lanky redhead. When he released the hug, Harry was met with a very different looking Arthur Weasley.
Well, physically he was exactly the same as when he'd last seen him several months ago, though now he bore a very neat haircut with the sides faded high and a short mop up top. He was also wearing a rather dapper, three-piece muggle suit.
"Arthur! What brings you here?"
"Oh, I'm here to say my goodbyes. I'm moving to the States, taking the first aero-plane out to New York!"
"New York? Wow! Found a job over there?"
Arthur nodded. "My current boss is sending me out there to help out some friends of ours."
Harry blinked, confused a bit by the wording but pushing on, "Where are you currently working at?"
"Oh, it's all over London. I do all kinds of things for the boss, I drive people around, I help dig holes, move packages, I watch the door while they talk to people or collect loans. I've really learned a lot! I've done such a good job, the boss wants me to mediate a dispute!"
"Mediate a dispute?" Harry asked, grimacing slightly. There were very few muggle businesses he knew of that both loaned money and dug holes.
"Yep! Apparently there's five whole families over there tied up in a squabble, and I'm gonna go help!"
Harry coughed into the back of his fist. "Well, I wish you the best of luck, Arthur."
"Thank you, sir!" Arthur gave him one last hug before running off. Harry stared off after him before shaking his head and getting back on track.
He opened the door to the staff room, and his heart stopped completely when he saw Dumbledore and McGonagall sitting across from Andromeda, Narcissa, Bellatrix and and a heavily pregnant Molly.
His mouth went dry as his eyes widened into dinner plates. The kindly smile Dumbledore sent his way did nothing to assuage his fears, nor did Bellatrix's enthusiastic wave and the other girl's beaming smiles.
"Ah, Harry, the man of the hour! Please, have a seat!"
Dumbledore gestured towards an empty space between all the girls, and Harry found himself shuffling over like a condemned man would to the gallows. No one's expression made any sense, considering the gravity of the situation. Not even the thin, stern line of McGonagall's mouth did. Her hawk-like eyes were not filled with nearly enough fire and brimstone.
As he sat down, there was a flurry of hands, all vying for a spot on his body. Andi and Molly managed to place their hands on his thighs, while Narcissa pinched his side and Bella put her hand over his chest, quite visibly so.
At this point, it wasn'y like Harry could be more fucked, so he simply let out a sigh and looked at the two professors.
"What is this all about, Headmaster?" Harry couldn't fathom addressing him as Albus right now.
Albus snorted. "Come now, Harry. There's no need to pretend."
There isn't?" He asked with a lump in his throat. "You two are taking this a lot more calmly than I would have thought."
McGonagall spoke up, "Well, I'm not exactly thrilled, but there's not much to be done, is there? I wish to commend you for your restraint, and at the very least, you're all close enough in age."
"The will of magic is strange and unpredictable, but I've learned over the years that fighting against its currents can only lead to hardship."
"Erm…"
"Harry dear, there's no need to be coy. We told them everything." Molly said.
"Indeed." Narcissa said. "All about the Shamanic curse that left you with only a few more months to live, and how our collective love has forged a bond that is keeping you alive."
"The… oh, that. You told them about that." Harry said slowly.
"Yes, and Bella made sure they knew that her bond is stronger than the rest!" Bellatrix said eagerly.
"Quite noble indeed." Albus said. "My dear boy, did you truly plan to suffer in silence? To think, that you would dedicate your last days on this earth to such a selfless pursuit." He shook his head fondly, "Ah, young love, truly the most powerful of magics."
Harry kept glancing at the girls, who were all doing a much better job than he was at playing all this off. "S-Sorry, sir. Are you… erm… familiar with my curse?"
"I wasn't aware of it, no, but Miss Black here-" he gestured towards Andi, "brought along an incredible treatise on it that went into great detail. Filius and I both combed over it, and the intricacies involved are quite astonishing."
"May I have a look?"
Albus handed Harry a piece of parchment with a very organized, very legitimate looking textbook explanation of a Shamanic withering curse. It included a detailed history, complicated arithmancy calculations explaining how a multi-polar soul bond was the only way to stabilize it, and a long list of citations and footnotes.
Harry knew for a fact that this curse was a complete fabrication, and even he found himself convinced by just how legitimate this document seemed. Hell, the damn arithmancy all made perfect sense! And the references were all legitimate - and highly obscure - native american mages.
"Wow, this is very rare, even in the states. I'm surprised Andi was able to find a copy." Harry said as he handed it back to the Headmaster.
"You know our girl!" Molly said with a beaming smile.
Harry finally sank into his seat, though he was still not fully relaxed. "I hope you understand my reasoning for keeping this secret. I-I fought against my desires as much as I could, but these girls just broke through the icy exterior of my guarded heart."
"We of course had to inform the parents." Dumbledore said, causing Harry to wince.
"Mum is really excited to meet you!" Molly said.
"We have all been summarily disowned." Andi said in a deadpan voice.
"Which is good, because only you can own Bella!"
Narcissa sniffed loudly. "I am accustomed to a certain standard of living. You are now responsible for upholding it."
Minerva cleared her throat. "Harry, I understand that you and miss Prewett have already… well…" she gave Molly's gravid belly a pointed look, "consummated your union, but I do urge you to not partake in such things while school is in session."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Harry said, crossing his heart.
When they walked out of the staff room, Harry felt like a man who had been granted a pardon after having been sitting in the electric chair. He even stepped a little lighter, though he couldn't help but fix the girls with incredulous looks.
"You guys really orchestrated all this?"
"Bellatrix was the one who came up with the idea." Andi said as her near-twin giggled madly.
"Bella was the goodest girl you've ever seen, wasn't she, master?"
Harry shook his head fondly as he began to scratch behind her ear. "You've definitely earned yourself some time in the torture rack." Bella cooed with glee as Narcissa rolled her eyes.
"Your plan only worked because Dumbledore and his staff are a gaggle incompetent fools. Seriously, a shamanic curse that can only be broken through spontaneous soul bonds? for them to swallow such a ludicrous idea!"
"Andi worked really hard on that document. It would have fooled anyone." Molly came to the defense of their plan.
"The research was very enjoyable." Andromeda said before looking to Harry. "Can we visit the great plains at some point in time?"
Harry smiled, "sure thing. Actually, this summer might be a ni-"
In a morning that had been full of surprises, it seemed that life had just one more curveball to send Harry's way.
And what a curveball it was, because standing by his office door, arms crossed under her bountiful chest, was a tall, shapely redhead with a stern look that did not fit her youthful face.
Harry squinted as he tried to figure out who she was. She looked to be in her late teens, early twenties at the most, with dark red hair and honey brown eyes. Her chest was truly impressive, giving pre-pregnancy Molly a run for her money.
She was also, Harry now noticed, wearing blood red robes and a ministry armband.
"Are you Harry Potter?" She asked in a no-nonsense voice that once again didn't fit her youth.
"I am."
Her sharp eyes scanned the girls, narrowing when they passed over Bella and Andi.
"Hey, wait," Molly snapped her fingers. "You graduated a few years ago, didn't you?... Amelia something,"
Bellatrix's eyes lit up in recognition, "You gave Bella seven detentions in one week!"
"Address me as junior auror Bones. And you deserved every single one of those, and more."
Bellatrix nodded meekly. "Bella was being naughty."
"Junior Auror Bones," Harry said, recognizing her now as Susan Bone's aunt, who he'd only ever really seen at his trial in fifth year. Back then, she'd looked even sterner than now, and he also remembered her wearing a monocle, for some reason. "What can I do for you?"
"You three will come with me." She gestured towards Bella and Andi.
"Are we in some sort of trouble?"
"You are to be questioned under suspicions of grand larceny, theft of a priceless artefact, and defacing a national monument."
"Theft of a pricele-" Harry's jaw locked shut as he realized just what was going on here. "Well, I'm going to want a lawyer present."
"Lawyer? What is that?" She seemed annoyed, "No further delay, you three are coming with me!"
…
And that was how Harry found himself sitting on a bench in front of a ministry interrogation room, waiting for his turn to be questioned by auror Bones.
Andi was sitting next to him, both of them with legs and hands shackled to the bench. Auror Bones had also cast a silencing charm on them, preventing them from speaking.
Currently, Andromeda was trying to communicate with him through a series of blinks which Harry couldn't decipher for the life of him.
Bellatrix was currently in there, and Harry could do nothing but hope that his girl was able to keep it together while she was under the tender mercies of auror Bones.
…
"Bellatrix Black, where were you on the morning of the seventeenth of February?"
Amelia was glaring intensely at the other witch from across the table. Five years of interactions with Bellatrix told her that she was one of the most rotten, evil, sadistic witches to have ever walked the halls of Hogwarts. Amelia had expected to be putting her behind bars soon after the witch was unleashed from Hogwarts' walls. She hadn't expected to be questioning her before she even graduated.
Bella held her hands up, which were cuffed securely to the table. "These aren't tight enough. Bella's circulation isn't being cut off."
"Do not dodge the question! Were you or were you not at the British Museum on the afternoon of February the seventeenth?"
Bellatrix made a face, "I wouldn't be caught dead in that dreadful place."
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"You keep switching back and forth between addressing yourself in the first and third person!"
Bellatrix shrugged. "Why should Bella have to settle for one? Can you get on with the torture now?"
"Tortu- what the hell are you playing at, Black?!"
"Bella doesn't expect you to be as good as master, but don't worry, master will help you get better. You should be honored, by the way, Bella only picks the very breast for her master."
Amelia slammed her fist on the table. "One more word, Black. One more utterance of nonsense, and you'll be meeting the business end of my wand."
Bella leaned forward, her face mere inches away from Amelia's as she gave her a sultry look, and then she mewled like a kitten, her tongue darting out as she licked across Amelia's lips.
…
The door opened and Harry and Andi turned to see Bones walking out with a very put out Bellatrix in tow.
"Sit!" Amelia said as she forced her to sit on the bench across from them.
"You're no fun!" Bellatrix whined. "And my cuffs are still too loose!"
Amelia ignored her completely as she turned to Andi. "You're up next."
As andromeda silently stood up and Amelia unlatched her chains from the bench, the redhead auror sent a quick silencing charm Bellatrix's way, earning her the witch's ire as she launched into a silent but still quite virulent rant as Amelia took her sister into the interrogation room.
Harry let out a breath as he sagged in his seat. Across from him, Bella began speaking animatedly, not a single care that not a word was coming out, and somehow, Harry could tell what she was trying to say.
'You can't give me a blowjob right now, Bella' he mouthed over at her.
She pouted again before continuing on with her one-sided conversation. Harry hoped Andi wouldn't be in there too long.
…
"February the Seventeenth was a Saturday. The great Apache chief Geronimo died on this date in 1909. I awoke at six in the morning. I do not recall what I had for breakfast."
"Did you or did you not go to the British Museum?"
Andromeda fiddled with her fingers under the table, but her poker face remained perfect as ever. "I do not recall much from that day. It was the day that I was united with the love of my life, and so everything else is a blur."
"Love of your life? You mean that man out there?" Amelia asked accusingly. Andi didn't answer. "The same man your sister calls master. Are you aware that she does that?"
"I am aware." Andromeda said. "My sister's mental health is not relevant here."
Amelia sighed. "No, but the fact that this man is building some sort of cult surely is. The picture I'm getting is of a manipulative wizard and a deranged witch who are using her innocent, impressionable younger sister to commit capital crimes. I remember you from school, Andromeda, you are a good girl. You are being used, you need to realize that."
"I do not recall anything from that day."
Amelia slammed her palms onto the table, leaning forward as she glared at Andi. "You don't recall, do you? I wonder what would happen if we extracted a memory from you?"
"Pensieve memories are inadmissible in court."
Amelia snorted. "Who said anything about court? They may be inadmissible there, but they're more than fair game in an interrogation."
Andi folded her arms. "You are using strong arm tactics."
"I am trying to get to the truth!"
"By law, after thirty minutes, I am allotted one bathroom break and one snack. I would prefer dragon-crackers, but please remove the Wyverns, they are not true dragons."
It was not two minutes later that Andromeda was sitting down next to her sister as a frustrated Amelia was pulling Harry into the interrogation room, being much more rough in her handling.
Amelia's auburn hair looked just the slightest bit dishevelled now, her left eye twitching as she glared at Harry with arms crossed, inadvertently squeezing her tits together in a very enticing manner.
"I'll be frank with you, Mr. Potter, you are in deep, deep trouble." She leaned forward, slamming her hands on the table as her glare intensified. She was going for intimidating, but her jiggling, swaying breasts were not helping at all.
"I am?" Harry asked. He was blatantly and openly staring at her chest, and once Amelia noticed, her face flushed and she stood back up straight.
"You are!" She snapped, baring her teeth at him. "I have irrefutable evidence placing you at that museum at the exact time of the robbery. We have receipts that show your purchase of those tickets, we have museum staff willing to testify as to your being there, and those two accomplices of yours just gave me mountain loads of evidence, they sang like the sorting hat." Amelia looked smug now. She went to once again fold her hands under her chest, but at the last moment, she stopped, glared at him, and then put them at her hips.
Harry whistled, "That all sounds pretty damning."
"It is! Now, here are your options. You can confess right now, and I'll instruct the prosecution to consider your cooperation in their sentencing guidelines. Or, you can continue to deny, and the full might of the law will come bearing down on you until you're crushed like a bug!"
She was trying to project an aura of pure, unbending authority. Harry thought she looked rather cute.
He leaned back into his chair.
"I think I'll take my chances."
"What!" Amelia stomped her feet like a petulant child. "I know you bloody did it! Just confess already! Do you feel no shame?!"
Before Harry could answer, the door to the room opened, and an older man with a stern face and a sterner mustache peered in, making Amelia stiffen.
"Bones, your patrol started an hour ago! What the hell are you doing here?"
"Sir! I'm interrogating these suspects. I just need a little bit more time and I can crack that museum robbery case."
"Crack the case? Just like you cracked that bewitchment in Knockturn Alley?! You've done ten interrogations since you joined the force, Bones, and how many confessions have you gotten?!"
Amelia's head dipped down. "None, sir."
"What I need from my junior auror is for her to follow orders! Not for her to try to be a damn hit-witch and take matters into her own hands." The man's glare intensified as he made Amelia feel lower than dirt. "You've got thirty minutes, Bones, and if you haven't cracked this case by the time I'm back, I'm shipping you to Azkaban duty for the next six months!"
The room shook as Amelia's superior slammed the door shut. The resulting silence was deafening as the once fiery Amelia sagged, shoulders hunched as she plopped down on her seat.
"You can go." She said in a weak voice.
Harry couldn't actually do that, considering he was still handcuffed to the table. But even if he had been able to, there was no way he could leave a pretty girl in such a state.
"Hey, hey now, he gave you thirty minutes. You can get a confession out of me yet!"
"Don't mock me! Just fucking leave already!"
Harry tried reaching forward and touching her hand, but his cuffs didn't allow it. Hearing the tugging of metal, Amelia glanced up, waved her wand, and Harry's hands and legs were free.
"You have a lot of enthusiasm for this, It really shines through." Harry said softly.
"Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to serve justice! I wanted to uphold the law, make a difference. But I'm barely more than a paper-pusher, and every time I try to take initiative, it blows up in my face!"
"Your heart's in the right place. I just think you're going about it the wrong way."
Amelia peered through a curtain of her auburn hair, "What the hell do you know?"
"I'm no expert or anything, but I lived in Virginia for about six months, and my roomate there worked for the Department of Unseen Affairs."
Amelia gasped. "You lived with a DUA agent?"
He was actually a server at the cafeteria, but Amelia didn't need to know that. "Sure did, and I picked up some things here and there. Your problem is that you're all bad cop with no good cop."
"Cop?"
"You're too aggressive. You can't try and intimidate every suspect, especially when they can see right through your bluffs."
Amelia's face flushed in embarrassment. "So what? I should be nice to the criminals?"
"Treat them like people. There's gotta be some carrot to go with the stick. No one will cooperate with you if you're acting hostile all the time." Harry's eyes swept over her form. "And you should use every advantage that you have."
"Absolutely not!" Amelia snapped, glare returning with a vengeance, "I am an agent of the law! I refuse to - to flaunt my appearance like some cheap strumpet!"
"It's called using your tools. There's nothing demeaning about it, you're a beautiful woman, you could have suspects on a string, and the only one losing their dignity would be them."
"I don't flirt." Amelia said with finality.
"Amelia - can I call you Amelia? - pardon me for prying, but I get the feeling that you've been neglecting your personal life."
"You will call me Auror Bones, and my personal life is none of your business." She huffed, pausing for a moment before continuing, "And I don't have a need for any of that. One doesn't become head of the DMLE by socializing."
"Don't they, though? I bet your superiors have a network of friends that helped them get to where they are. You need to cultivate your personality, you need to make friends."
"Fuck all that." Amelia waved him off before biting her lip, "but, if you could help me improve my interrogation technique..."
Harry smiled, "First off, you need to relax. You've been tense since back at Hogwarts."
"Relax?" Amelia jerked like a malfunctioning robot, until her shoulders sagged awkwardly,
"That's a start." Harry said. "Now, if you want to get a confession out of me, you need to play into my male gaze." He gestured vaguely at her chest.
Amelia looked down at her robe, frowning deeply, but the time crunch she was on and her sheer need to be good at her job suppressed her reservations, "fine."
She waved her wand over herself, and the loose robe morphed, shrink-wrapping itself against the contour of her body as a large, oval-shaped section in the middle of her chest disappeared, leaving behind a perfect window into her cleavage.
The end result was absolutely stunning, Amelia's breasts were somehow even bigger than Harry had thought. They strained against the thinner material of her red top, nipples poking out and threatening to tear through the cloth. They were a pair of massive peaks, and the top was so tight that the two globes were squeezed together, giving Harry a full-frontal view of the top of her cleavage, what looked like an infinite pool of soft, creamy flesh, dotted with a smattering of faint red freckles.
Harry hadn't even realized that his mouth was hanging open until he snapped it shut, blinking away the haze in his mind as he finally tore his eyes off of Amelia's boobs and looked back at her face.
She was blushing very deeply now, and Harry noticed that she actually had a faint line of freckles across her nose as well.
Amelia was flustered. She'd always hated male attention, hated being seen as a pair of breasts rather than a skilled duelist or a paragon of virtue, but she could admit that Harry Potter was handsome, even if he was a filthy criminal, and seeing him stricken dumb by just a simple glance at her boobs made her feel powerful.
"See, barely ten seconds and you already have me on the back foot." Harry said after recovering. "Now you can interrogate me from a position fo strength."
"Alright, now confess to stealing the dress!" She snapped at him.
Harry shook his head. "No, no, you need to commit to it. Mind, body and soul. You need to seduce me into giving you a confession."
Amelia frowned, she'd never seduced anyone. But, she might as well try. She puffed her lips out in an exaggerated pout, leaning forward on the table, letting her boobs dangle tantalizingly in front of Harry's face, "Please, Harry, I would really appreciate it if you did this for me. I promise you'll be taken care of." She finished by touching his hand, and Harry figured that if he were some random suspect right now, he would have folded like a lawn-chair.
"That's a good start." Harry encouraged her. "Keep going."
"How do I keep going?" Amelia asked.
"Listen, you don't exactly have much time, so I think we should jump right into advanced techniques."
"Advanced techniques?" Amelia asked skeptically.
Harry nodded. "They call them enhanced interrogation techniques. They'll get a confession out of anyone in less than fifteen minutes. But they are a bit… taxing."
"...I'm listening."
"Well, for starters, you need to get me disoriented right off the bat. You want me barely coherent, so that its easier to extract information from me. Come over."
Amelia hesitated, but Harry's voice was so confident and authoritative, and she really didn't have much time before her boss came back. She got up from her seat and crossed over to where Harry was sitting. She saw his hands and remembered that he was no longer handcuffed. This was dangerous, but she could subdue him if worst came to worst.
"Alright, now, you're going to grab my head and put it right in the middle of your chest."
"What?!"
"You're going to grab my head and squeeze it into your chest. You're then going to wrench it from side to side." Harry explained as if he were instructing her on proper wand movement. "Believe me, my roommate said this was how the DUA cracked the magi-bomber case."
Amelia frowned. She wanted to axe this entire thing, but she remembered just how mesmerized he'd been just from looking at her breasts, and… well, she really did need a win.
"Fine." Amelia cradled his head between her arms. For a moment, she was paralyzed - would she truly do this? - but then she decided it was best to just get on with it.
She pulled his head into her chest, gasping as his nose dug into her cleavage and his face became smushed against her soft peaks.
She hadn't expected it to be so thrilling.
The strangeness of it all made Amelia squeeze as hard as she could, until Harry's head hand sank completely into her tits; her big, juicy boobs wrapping around the back of his head.
She took a shuddering breath once he was completely trapped inside of her titty-prison. She could feel his hot breath against her sternum. Her modified shirt was completely stretched out now, on the verge of tearing.
Amelia held her breath as she pushed on. She began to rock her body from side to side, breasts bouncing along the way.
It started off slowly, but then it snowballed until it became an avalanche of rippling titty meat. Amelia became more confident in her movements, more forceful, and Harry's head was taken on a roller-coaster ride of thick, jiggly milkers.
Amelia's boobs began to slip around in her shirt, and some tears began to appear until one little rip made a nipple pop out. She hissed at the feeling of the cool air against her hardened pebble, but she continued on, rolling Harry's face from side to side along with her, burying it deep against her soft titty-meat.
Amelia couldn't deny it, having this man at her mercy like this, the few glimpses she saw of his drooling face before it was once again dragged down by a tidal wave of boob-flesh… it was an intoxicating feeling.
With no guidance from Harry, Amelia kept on motorboarding him, moaning lightly when her hard nipple would rub up against his nose or lips. It was only when she felt the volume of drool increase considerably that she decided he'd had enough.
When she pulled his face back, Harry looked completely stupefied. He was now putty in her hands. Amelia glanced down at her chest, both her breasts were now fully exposed, spilling out of her partially torn top.
"I've got you right where I want you now, don't I?" She purred. She didn't need to act any longer, she was in control. "Now, tell me, you were at that museum that day, weren't you?"
"I-I was." Harry mumbled out absently.
Yess!!!! She was getting somewhere!
"And you stole that princess dress, didn't you? You snatched it up to sell it for knuts in Knockturn Alley."
Harry's face strained as he shook his head. "N-no."
Amelia's eyes narrowed. "I see I've yet to break you, but you're close."
"You're doing great." Harry said, sounding a lot more lucid all of a sudden."You've got me on the ropes, now you need to strike at my weak point."
"Weak point?" Amelia followed his line of sight down to his crotch, down to the large, prominent tent in his pants.
She didn't flush this time. Well, she did, but she did so confidently. She was in control now, a puppeteer pulling at his strings. She slinked down his body, making sure to slide her hand along the way, to touch his chest and his stomach as she maintained eye contact.
"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" Amelia said as she crouched down between his legs, hands circling around the shark-fin in his trousers. She grasped his fly, the sound of it unzipping deafeningly loud to her ears.
His cock emerged. It erupted, sprang forth from its prison and rose tall and thick and proud. Amelia marveled at how she'd affected it, how she had it throbbing, beating like an exposed heart. Her hands wrapped around it and she could feel its heat. It was strong, it was dense, but it was in her hands, it was at her mercy.
"I have you right where I want you." Amelia said as she squeezed his cock, felt the roaring of its engine against her hand. She's never done this before, but men were simple creatures, it shouldn't be too hard.
Especially when she had her hefty assets to throw around. Amelia's small hands may not be up to the task of handling such a towering monster by themselves, but they had backup.
She heaved her chest over his lap, her tits plopping down and entombing his cock in their softness.
She felt a thrill at the visible shudder that ran up his spine. She had him trapped between her massive udders, and on instinct, she began to move them up and down.
Almost instantly, his engorged head began to leak clear liquid down his shaft and onto her breasts, where it became sticky, quickly coating her flesh. Amelia kept her breasts corralled as she gave him a tit-fuck.
She was winning the battle, easily. She could tell by the way his rod kept leaking more and more of that clear slick as she slammed her boobs up and down on his lap. In a moment of inspiration, she decided to go for the kill, and when the head of his cock emerged from in between her tits, she wrapped her lips around the swollen head.
Once again, she let her confidence be her guide. She slurped with aggression as she kneaded her boobs around the shaft. Her tongue licked all around the sensitive head as her mouth was flooded with the salty taste of his secretion. She gulped it all down, finding the taste surprisingly pleasant.
She could feel his cock twitching against her breasts, its heat emanating like a beacon. Amelia opened her mouth wider, trying to swallow more of him, feeling like she needed to unhinge her jaw in order to take the monster trapped between her tits.
She managed to swallow a good three inches when she decided it was best not to go any further. She bobbed her head up and down, throat bulging whenever his head rattled about near the back.
A feeling that had been burbling about inside of her suddenly exploded, a feeling that took her by surprise. It was pleasure.
She was enjoying this. She felt excited, she felt hot. She loved the power she held over him, the way his entire world had shrunken down to the single point where his cock was in her mouth, at her mercy.
The heat had spread through her body and pooled at her pussy. Amelia was always one to take action, one to take risks. And right now, there was one risk that she was very eager to take.
She shot up to her feet with great violence, her breasts uppercutting Harry in the chin on the way up. With the way she'd transfigured her top, the bottom of her robe had morphed into a skirt, a skirt that she hiked up at the same time as she shoved her knickers down until they were at her ankles.
Her pussy was burning with need as she stepped one foot out of her knickers. That was when his lightning-fast hands struck like serpents, one grabbing onto her waist and the other her ass. Amelia gasped as his fingers sank into her flesh like hot coals, kneading at her bum and caressing her side and making her skin prickle.
No. No. No! I'm in charge here!
Amelia wouldn't let him wrest control from her. She ran her hands down his shoulders, fingers dancing over his arms as she straddled him, her plain white knickers still dangling from her right leg as she hooked it over his side. Amelia grasped his cock once again, squeezing it as hard as she could manage as she fixed her steely-eyed gaze onto Harry.
He stared back at her with those intensely green eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul. She would not back down, even as her heart seemed keen to flutter right out of her chest.
She stroked him a few times, his cock slick from her saliva and his pre-cum. She knew she was more than wet enough from the dampness she felt in her thighs.
She was a strong girl. She'd stuffed her wand in her pussy once. Not for the pleasure, but just to eliminate a weak point. The pain of her torn hymen had been nothing. So what if this thing was bigger than her wand and orders of magnitude thicker? She would endure it, and she definitely wasn't doing this because she wanted to. No, she was doing it for justice, she was doing it to get this handsome criminal to confess to his many misdeeds.
Amelia took a deep breath as she refused to break eye contact with him. His eyes were hazy with lust. He was losing. She almost had him.
She sank down onto his shaft and white spots flooded her vision. Her lips quivered as a loud, guttural moan was ripped from her throat.
She glanced down at where his cock disappear into her pussy. She'd barely taken the top third, and yet she felt stretched beyond belief, his throbbing meat filling her like nothing ever had before. It was like no sensation she'd ever felt, a fire that burned eternal, spreading from her loins up into her chest.
She was wobbly, her eyes fluttering as she tilted over. That only made things worse, the angle of his cock changing inside of her and forming a small lump in her pubic mound.
He's going to break right through my pussy.
No longer functioning, it was her weak legs and his strong hands that pulled her further down, still at an angle, his cockhead scraping against her inner walls every torturous inch on the way down.
She moaned again as she fully fell forward, tits pressing against his chest as her ass slammed down onto his lap and his cock bumped her cervix and sent a powerful ringing up to her throat and out through her ears.
"Are you ok?" She heard him say, but she didn't really understand what he meant until several seconds later when the ringing finally subsided and she could think again.
'M'alright," she mumbled, putting her hands on his chest, ready to retake control. This was only a minor stumble.
"Good.' He breathed into her ear, tickling her sensitive eardrum. His hands were gripping her ass, and then they were hoisting her up as if she weighed nothing.
"What are yo-OH MERLIN!"
Amelia squeezed his chest in desperation as she found herself bouncing up and down on his lap. With loud *plap*plap*plap*s, she was slammed down onto his cock as her tits swung freely, rising and falling and smothering Harry's face and slapping against each other as they moved in violent circles.
"Oh! Ah! No! I! I'm! I can d-do- ah!"
She continued to spew incoherencies as Harry fucked his thick, meaty cock into her pussy. Her pussy squeezed him tight as it was ravaged, her asshole puckering as Harry spread her cheeks apart and his fingers dug into their soft globes.
Amelia's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was turned into nothing more that his big-tittied fuck-puppet, a creature of wanton pleasure that moaned freely, tongue sticking out as her pussy was fucked violently by Harry's massive rod.
Up and down she bounced, tits swaying hypnotically. Every once in a while, he would catch one of her nipples in flight and suck it into his mouth before letting it swing about.
"AGHAOOOOGFHSA!" She gurgled incoherently as her pussy exploded in pleasure, the very first orgasm of her life making her body explode in a symphony of sensation that overwhelmed her.
Harry held her firm as his balls erupted, rope after rope of thick semen battering against the entrance to her womb, jets of high pressure baby-seed that wore her cervix down until it cracked, allowing his next few jets to enter her womb.
Amelia shook. She trembled in his lap, knickers rotating like a helicopter blades as they still dangled from her ankle.
Harry shushed her as she came down. He soothed her as he kept her firmly planted, his still rock-hard cock embedded deep with in her pussy, no longer feeding her cum but still pulsating with energy, still making her pussy quiver weakly around it.
Amelia didn't wake up from her trance until she heard the frantic knocking at the door.
"Whatis? Huh?" She shook her head, wiping the drool running down her mouth off on Harry's shoulder.
"That must be your boss." He said. "I locked the door to give us privacy. He must have gone through every unlocking charm he knows."
"My bo- my boss!" Amelia squealed, trying desperately to get up from his lap, only to groan as she ended up pushing his cock harder against her already battered cervix.
"Shhh, hold on, let's get presentable."
Five minutes later, the door finally opened to reveal an irate auror, fists clenched and face as beet-red as Uncle Vernon's.
"Bones! You better have a good reason for keeping me locked out of this goddamn interrogation room!"
Amelia's face was bowed in shame, unable to meet her superior's eye, "I'm sorry sir. I was just very focused on the interrogation."
"Focused, huh?" The man bellowed as he glanced over her shoulders at Harry, "But you didn't get a confession, did you? This is the final straw, Bones! You're going to be on Azkaban duty til the dementors grow wings!"
"Erm, actually, she just got a signed and sealed confession out of me." Harry said.
"I did?" Amelia gasped, glancing over her shoulder incredulously.
"Of course you did, auror Bones, its in your hands, isn't it?"
Amelia looked down at her hand to find a official looking document, signed and sealed. A full confession to the crime of stealing Boudica's dress.
Harry stepped around Amelia and her boss as he looked at Andi and Bella. Bella was laid out on the bench, fast asleep, while Andi looked at him with wide eyes.
"Come on, girls, we gotta go back to Hogwarts and show them where I stashed the dress."
…
"Harry James Potter, you are sentenced to five years of supervised house arrest, with an auror to be assigned to keep watch of you round the clock in order to ensure you do not flee the country."
Harry bowed his head, accepting his fate as the judge banged the gavel.
He got up from his seat, the chains receding from his body as he looked over at the bench.
The girls were all there. Molly was days away from giving birth, but she had insisted on being there for him.
Things would be tough. He would have no job. He didn't have a place to stay, and now that they'd been disowned, he would need to figure out a way of supporting the Black sisters. Not to mention Molly and his child.
"Harry, my dear boy." Harry was surprised to feel Dumbledore's hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see the old man's eyes twinkling.
"Headmaster, sorry about all of this." Harry said.
"Nonsense, my boy. I would just like you to know, once you've served your sentence, you will have a job waiting for you at Hogwarts."
"...I will?!"
"Of course, you've done a lot of good, my boy. One little hiccup should not derail your career. Besides, who among us hasn't wanted to abscond with a piece of historical clothing? There have been many a times when I've had to fight the temptation not to snatch Merlin's cloak for myself!"
"Err… I- I can't thank you enough, sir!"
"Of course, Harry! See you in five years."
Harry was still in disbelief as he approached the girls.
"Look what you've done, Andromeda. Now you've made us homeless." Narcissa sneered before looking at Harry. "I cannot live in the wilderness. It is not good for my constitution."
"I could ask mum to take us in for a while." Molly offered.
"I am sorry, love, this is all truly my fault." Andi said sadly.
"Bella doesn't care, if you're bad now, master. She'll be good enough for both of us."
"Potter."
Amelia Bones approached him from the side. She'd been present at the trial, giving valuable testimony to backup his confession.
"Auror Bones." Harry nodded.
"Call me Amelia." She looked the girls over. "I am your court assigned officer. I will be keeping tabs on you for the next five years. Seeing as you do not have a permanent residence in Britain, you will serve your house arrest in my home, at Bones Manor."
"I will?"
"Yes, there will be no argument." She looked the girls over. "I'm guessing you will all need to be accommodated for the summer as well?"
Bella quickly grabbed onto Harry's arm. "I am never leaving master's side!"
"Same for me." Molly said.
"I can finish my schooling at home. It will give me more time to focus on my runework." Andi said.
"Tragically, it seems that I will be forced to drop out of school, as my fate is forever entwined with this oaf."
The girls then quickly began to overwhelm Amelia with questions and special requests. Harry just took a deep breath and let his mind drift. These next five years would certainly be interesting.