Chapter 7: Chapter 7Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextHarry stared in shock at the younger version of the formidable woman he remembered from his past.
Amelia Bones
She was one of the most powerful and dangerous people in his world, so much so that even Voldemort himself had to attack her manor to kill her.
Harry very clearly remembered her niece, Susan Bones, who was in the same year as his.
And looking at the young girl in front of him, who looked the same age as him, Harry noticed how similar they looked.
Both of their figures and assets were almost identical. One thing was obvious from her curves: God had blessed all the Bones family women with excellent busts.
And their hair, unlike Lily's, was more straight and auburn-coloured.
Although there were some very glaring differences as well between the niece and her aunt. While Susan was short and had a softer, rounder face and body, Amelia on the other hand, was taller, and her features were sharper and more angular.
And the dirty part of his mind focused on how hot and beautiful young Amelia Bones was.
"Amelia Bones, as you requested, sir," Amelia said, formally saluting her senior.
Hearing her strict tone brought Harry out of his thoughts, and he closed his mouth and made his face neutral to not make a fool of himself in front of the young auror who would be under him from now on.
"Good, you are on time, Amelia, as always," Moody said, thumping his auror.
"Now meet this young man here," Moody told her, pointing towards him. "This is Professor Harry Peverell, who will be the one you report to,"
Amelia stepped closer to him and outstretched her hand, which Harry shook. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Peverell," she said respectfully.
"You too, Auror Bones," Harry greeted back.
"I was shocked and impressed after hearing your yesterday's heroic tale," Amelia said with awe and respect in her voice.
"Please, those rumours are overexaggerated." Harry shook his head. "To me personally, it wasn't that impressive; those death eaters weren't even that strong."
Moody snorted and looked at Dumbledore. "I don't know if the lad is being humble or arrogant, Albus."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Believe me, Alastor, Harry is not being humble; for him, they really weren't enough of a challenge," he said with pride.
"Is that so?" Moody asked Harry with a raised eyebrow.
Harry just shrugged, and from the corner of his eyes, he noticed Amelia looking impressed.
"Well, then it's confirmed; even though it can't happen right now, at some point in the future, I would like to have a duel with you, Peverell," Moody told him, staring at him with his hard blue eyes.
Harry smirked, "I would love to," rising to the challenge.
Moody stared back for a while and then burst out laughing. "I really like you, young man; you really are something special," he said firmly, admiration in his voice.
He then turned to his junior, who was watching the conversation between her senior and Peverell with amusement and interest.
"Do you remember everything I told you for this mission, Amelia?" Moody asked his favourite student.
Amelia straightened up and nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Good, and don't forget that from now on, this school's and its students safety is on you," he said in a warning tone, but Amelia stood straight, not backing down from the seriousness of her job, making Moody feel proud of his apprentice.
He then turned to Harry and said, "Peverell, Amelia here will keep an eye out all around the Hogwarts and in the Hogsmeade when the students go there on the weekend."
"And she will report to you daily about everything and anything she might find out is a threat to the school. Are you up for it?" He asked, looking into the eyes of Harry.
"Don't worry, I will give my life for this school and its students safety," Harry assured him with a hand to his chest.
Moody's serious face broke into a smile. "That's the spirit, lad!"
He then checked the time and looked at Dumbledore. "That's my job done, Albus. I will see you next time," he said to the headmaster.
Dumbledore nodded, smiling, "I will see you soon, Alastor."
Moody inclined his head, and then, with one last nod of respect to Harry and a pat on Amelia's shoulder, he made his way out of the room.
Once he was gone, Dumbledore turned to the young pair. "Now, Harry, I think you should take Amelia with you and show her the quarters she is going to live in," he said to his young professor.
"What quarter?" Harry asked, confused.
"The one that is right beside yours and has a painting of a waterfall outside of it," Dumbledore told him cryptically.
Harry ran his mind to think about that place, and then it stopped when he finally remembered.
He nodded to the old wizard. "Don't worry, I will," he said, and then frowned. "But what about the password? Does the room have one?"
"No, it doesn't," Dumbledore said, shaking his head. "Amelia can put one of her own choices; all she has to do is tap the tapestry the times with her wand and then say the password," he told the young auror, who nodded in understanding.
"Alright, then it's time for us to leave as well," Harry said, turning sideways. "If you need anything, I am just a message away," he added.
"Don't worry, I will if there is a need," Dumbledore assured him.
Harry then turned to Amelia and signalled for her to lead the way out of the office.
Once they climbed down the stairs and Gargoyles closed behind them, Harry led the way to his quarters, with Amelia following.
Noticing the glances she was throwing at him, Harry decided to break the silence between them.
"By the way, let me introduce myself properly because whatever we did inside was too formal for my liking," Harry said, stopping in between the corridors.
Amelia smiled and nodded at him to go ahead.
"I am Harry Peverell, the defence against the dark art teacher of Hogwarts," Harry told her, thrusting his hand, "and yes, I am only 21 years old."
Amelia giggled and then shook his hand firmly. "And I am Amelia Bones, Senior Auror, and I am also 21 years old," she said with a hint of pride.
Harry whistled, "A senior auror at 21! That's impressive," he complimented.
"Thank you; I have worked very hard for it." Amelia smiled proudly with a blush on her cheeks. "But it's not as impressive as teaching students only two years younger than you," she added teasingly.
Harry groaned "Oh, believe me, it's more tiring than impressive teaching those arrogant brats who believe I am incapable of teaching them just because of my age," he grumbled, walking to his quarters.
"I can relate to you, but with me, it's my colleagues who are jealous and do not want to believe someone younger than them is already their senior," Amelia voiced her experience, following him.
"Well, the truth is, there will always be jealous people who will hate the progress of prodigies like us, and we just have to accept that and live with it, ignoring them," Harry smirked.
Amelia laughed "true."
Harry smiled upon hearing her sweet laugh and how pretty she looked when she was smiling more. He was liking this young Amelia, who was a more softer and less serious version of the one in his past.
Which made sense because she still hasn't gone through the horror of the first war and what it will bring to her family, where she would have lost everyone except her niece.
But that was what would have happened, but not anymore because Harry would make sure of that.
Reaching his quarters, he walked to the side of it, and just as Dumbledore told him, there was a tapestry of a live waterfall.
Taping his wand three times, just as the old man said, and stepping back, he and Amelia looked in amazement as the waterfall in the tapestry split in half, and with it, the wall also split in half, presenting a doorway.
Looking at the awed face of Amelia, he smiled and beckoned for her to step into the room, which she did.
He followed behind her and found a cosy-looking quarter that looked a little smaller than his.
There was a hall that had a small kitchen attached to it, and at the back of the hall was a single door to the only bedroom in the quarter.
Following Amelia, who was looking around the room, he entered the bedroom and confirmed what he expected, which was that there was an attached bathroom to it.
All in all, it was a comfortably cosy place for a single person, and judging by Amelia's reaction, she was quite pleased with it.
"Like it?" Harry asked to hear her reaction.
Amelia nodded in a daze. "I had never thought I would ever get my own quarter in the school I studied." She said in shock.
"Well, now you do." Harry smiled and then pointed to the entrance of the quarter. "Now I think you should put the password on the entrance so that no one can come in without your permission," he told her.
Amelia nodded and then walked back to the entrance. She attempted to speak the password by tapping the tapestry three times, but Harry stopped her before she could.
"Wait!" He said, and Amelia turned to him, "I should go before you put the password; it's your privacy."
"Why?" Amelia cocked her eyebrows. "I want you to know my password so that you can use it whenever you want," she said, lightly biting her lips.
Harry blinked and nodded. "O-Oh, o-okay," he stuttered, and stood there.
Amelia turned back to the tapestry, tapped it three times again, and then clearly said "fortitudo" which was bravery in Latin.
The tapestry waterfall rippled, confirming that the password was set.
"There," Amelia said in satisfaction, and then turned to Harry. "Now you are the only person who can enter my quarter whenever you need me," she told him with a not-so-innocent smile.
"Alright," Harry said, feeling unsure and confused by her sudden behaviour.
"Now, Harry, for the next few days, I will be checking the Hogsmeade to look for any clue of how death eater entered the village," she said this time seriously. "If I find something, I will message you so that you can come and help me if you are free."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, of course, be sure to do that, but don't put yourself in any danger," he warned with care.
"Don't worry, I won't." Amelia shook her head. "See you soon, then, Harry." She wished him goodbye and entered her quarter.
"See you," Harry whispered to the walls in the hallway.
He then went to his own quarter, which was just on the side, to get ready for the third-year Gryffindor and Slytherin that were coming after lunch.
But all the time he was getting ready, there was one thought in his mind.
'Was Amelia Bones flirting with me?"
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A hot tea and some biscuits were the best way to spend a calm evening.
Which was exactly what Harry was doing right now.
He was sitting in his chair on his balcony, overlooking the beautiful scene of the vast forest and mountain behind Hogwarts, sipping his tea.
It was a calm, relaxed evening without any workload.
Since he started teaching, this was the first time he had enjoyed a free day.
He had already finished checking off all the homework and assignments of each student, and he was now free to drink his soothing tea while thinking about what had happened in the past week since Amelia had arrived here.
The one thing he noticed after seeing Amelia do her mission was that there was a reason she was already a senior at her young age.
Everything she did was done with full determination and perfection.
Since the day she came here, she has checked every corner of the whole school to check for any threat.
At first, he was concerned if she could cover the big area, covering the whole school, all on her own. But she has really surprised him and left him impressed with her genius.
Instead of patrolling the perimeter surrounding the school daily, she has put up sneaky wards all over the edges of the school.
There was already a big bubble ward covering the whole school, which was impossible to break into, but if someone does get into it, then they will be unsuspected and fall into the traps Amelia has put in.
It was really ingenious and showed how wide her magical knowledge and skills were. But there were some difficulties in her plan.
And one of the biggest ones was putting a ward on the forbidden forest.
You see, putting wards and traps on other edges of the school where not many magical beings go was simple and worked without any problem.
But putting a ward around a place where many magical beings were present was hard because the chances of breaking it were much higher, and innocents could also get hurt.
Which was why the forbidden forest was the most vulnerable spot in the whole school where anyone could get in because the part of the ward there was much easier to puncture.
It was something Harry was very familiar with because almost every time the school was attacked in the past, the intruders always came through that part of the school.
And he also can't forget how a weak wizard like Pettigrew was able to escape at the end of the third year through the forbidden forest.
But fortunately for Amelia, she had the help of Harry Peverell.
In his 21 years of life and spending 10 years of it fighting the most powerful dark lord, he has learned many things: thousands of spells in different languages, hundreds of potions for every situation, and also many numbers of wards.
Not to be arrogant, but Harry believed himself to be one of the best when it came to putting a ward and breaking any, no matter how impossibly hard they were.
Because of this, he had learned about an ancient ward that an Egyptian wizard had created a few centuries earlier in his previous studies.
The wizard, whose name was Abasi Elsayad, did research on a magical human being and a magical animal to find differences between their magical cores.
He did it so that it used the difference and made a ward that would help in differentiating a magical animal from a magical human being by the difference of their core.
Which would mean you can use this ward to know if a human being has entered or was trying to enter without getting confused if it was a magical animal.
And this ward was the one Harry put on, covering the whole of the forbidden forest, which was no small feat.
And now, because of this ward, Harry would know any time a witch or wizard tried to enter Hogwarts through the forest.
He was proud of his work and felt more prideful and smugger after seeing the impressed reaction of Amelia when she saw him putting the ward up.
For him personally, though, the arrival of Amelia had been one of the best things that had happened this year.
Having someone who was the same age as him has made his life in Hogwarts more enjoyable.
Every time they were free from their work, they spent it together, chatting about everything they could. Whether it be about their work about their past—which Harry had to twist to not make her suspicious—or mainly about magic, which was their favourite thing to talk about,.
Harry wouldn't say he was a person we liked to show off, but when Amelia was just so interested in knowing how good he was, he couldn't help but show off his skills.
It also helped that he was helping Amelia reach a higher level in her own skills and technique, which was resulting in her becoming a better dueller than she already was.
And it wasn't her that was benefiting from this new friendship; Harry was also grateful for her help in his teaching.
He has already invited her a couple of times when he has been taking the class of his seventh year. So that he could show them what a real duel between two proficient fighters looked like.
He smiled, sipping his drink, as a sudden memory came to his mind of Amelia's first help in his class.
Flashback
There was a single drop of sweat on his forehead that slid down to his cheeks and then his jaw, but more noticeable was the smile on his face.
Smile; that showed how much he was enjoying himself.
In the middle of his expanded classroom, he was trading spells and curses against his opponent, who was none other than Amelia Bones.
Surrounding them and looking at their fight with awe were the students of seventh year; even the Slytherin had a grudgingly impressed look on their faces.
This was the first time he was fighting Amelia to demonstrate to his students how a real fighter fights, and he had to say it was a masterclass decision.
And he was enjoying it very much, which was a plus as well.
Both of them have been throwing spells at each other relentlessly nonstop for fifteen minutes now, and for the first time since he has come into this world, Harry actually had to try a little of his real power to defend off the prodigy fighter Amelia was.
It was clear she was really trying her absolute best against him, and she was doing a fine job.
She was very impressive for someone who was only 21 years old, which might have looked hypocritical because he was the same age as her, but Harry was the titan of his generation, a being that was only born once in centuries.
Her attacks and her defence were almost perfect and only had some minor weaknesses, which, when she did overcome them, would make her a real powerhouse.
Feeling the fight had gone on long enough, Harry decided to end it.
Swatting away the bone crusher thrown by her, he used the spell 'fumus inspiratione' and blasted a cloud of smoke covering her surroundings, blocking her vision.
And then, with a quick flick of his wand, he conjured a rock lion and a snake and commanded them to attack her.
Amelia, who was inside the smoke bubble, was unaware of his attack, but she still managed to block and destroy his rock lion. But his snake made it past her defence and coiled around her body, making her unable to move any part of her body and forcing her to accept her defeat.
With a swipe of his wand, he vanished the smoke, and once cleared, he and his students saw Amelia tied up and squeezed in his conjured snake grip.
In between the claps of good students, Harry walked to her and vanished his snake, freeing her.
Giving her his hand, he pulled her up. "I can see why you are already a senior," he complimented her with a smile.
Amelia blushed. "Thank you," she said softly, dusting herself off.
"And I can see why beating seven death eaters was light work for you," she bantered back, smirking.
Harry chuckled. "Even though I think we got carried away a bit, I am still glad I asked for your help to demonstrate to these idiots how to fight," he said, pointing at his students over his shoulder.
Amelia giggled "I am glad too, because it was really fun, but I think your students are waiting for you," she told him.
Harry sighed, looking over his shoulder. "Yeah, I forgot about them," he muttered, and then turned back to his class.
"Well, I hope you finally realise how shit most of you are," he said loudly, gaining his students attention. "Although maybe I am being too harsh by comparing you to a prodigy like Amelia when most of you can never reach her level," he shook his head, and his students heads were down in shame, knowing the truth in his statement.
Harry knew he was being harsh and a little bit dickhead with his students, but they needed to know just how much they had slacked in the last six years.
What they didn't know, and what he did, was that these students were the ones who fought against Voldemort, and they were also the reason his reign was so unchallenged.
All of these would pose no challenge to Tom's followers with the way they were going on, which was why he was being hard on them because he needed them to be strong enough to protect their family when the need might come.
"I expect all of you to learn many things from our duel and use them to improve yourself." Harry continued on, "Because you best believe it's my mission to make you at least good enough so that you can fight your own battle against strong opponents."
"My words might be harsh, but I still believe in most of you," he encouraged his students, which did seem to work looking at their determined faces.
He used most of them deliberately because he knew pieces of shite like Malfoy and his gang would never be that good, and neither would he want them to be.
His speech also excluded Bellatrix, as he and she both knew she was already much better than her age.
"Now there is no homework for you this time, but be sure to learn more spells and improve your accuracy and speed for our next class." Harry told his students and then waved his hands, shooing them, "Now off you go; the class is dismissed."
They all nodded, and picking up their bags, they left one by one, leaving his class empty.
He turned to Amelia, who had been amusingly looking at him, scolding his students.
"Once again, thank you for your help, Amelia," he smiled gratefully.
Amelia shook her head. "Harry, there is no need to; it is my pleasure," she said, then smirked. "And it is not only your students who get to learn today; I also did."
"I'm glad then, my lady," Harry said gracefully with an exaggerated bow.
Amelia giggled and then raised her eyebrow. "Are you still coming for some tea in my room?" She asked.
"I am," Harry nodded. "There is only one class left, and I will be there."
"Good, I will keep the tea ready." Amelia smiled and then made her way to her quarter with such an exaggerated sway to her hip that Harry knew she was doing it intentionally.
"She does have a nice ass, doesn't she? although I still prefer those huge tits of her." A flirty tone from behind him interrupted his ass viewing.
He turned around and was not surprised to see Bellatrix sitting on his desk with her long legs crossed.
"Why am I not surprised to see you still here?" Harry asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Are you not happy to see little Bella, Professor?" Bella pouted, purring the least word.
Harry snorted, "You know I am your naughty witch," he said, stepping closer to her. "And what did you mean by your earlier comment about Amelia?" He asked, towering over her.
Bella bit her lips and rubbed her thighs, feeling the heat of her professor. "I meant that I like her, and I have seen how much she wants you; she would be a good addition to your harem," she whispered, rubbing her fingers on his chest.
"My harem?" Harry smirked amusedly.
"Hmm." Bella nodded and looked at him through her eyelashes. "A powerful wizard like you needs a harem of loyal witches; you already have me and Cissa, and there would be many others who would die to be with you and share your love."
"And I have no problem sharing you with others, only if you don't forget about the little old me," she said with a little vulnerability in her eyes.
Seeing that, Harry cupped her cheeks and leaned in. "You know that's not possible, my sweet Bella," he whispered, taking her lips in a soft kiss.
Bella closed her eyes, smiling, and moaned in his mouth. Sliding her hands, she wrapped them around his neck and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and letting her professor push his tongue in.
Harry grabbed her neck to tilt her head and thrust his tongue against her, dominating her, and Bella let him dominate happily.
They both stayed lips locked, their lips and tongues swapping against each other in a sloppy, lust-filled kiss.
Until Harry felt Bella's hand sliding inside the waistband of his pants.
Breaking the kiss, he stopped her hand from advancing down further to his rock-hard cock.
"No, Bella, we can't," Harry said breathlessly.
"But please har-"
"Not now, Bella," Harry told her in a hard tone. "I don't have time right now, but we will continue this later, alright?"
Bella pouted but nodded, accepting his wish.
"Good, Bella," he said endearingly, making her shiver. He then kissed her softly. "Now be a good girl and go straight to your next classes," he ordered her.
Bella bit her lips, hearing him order her in that dominating voice of his, and she eagerly did as she was ordered.
Hopping down the table, she picked up her bag, and after a last smooch, she skipped happily to her next class.
Though surprising Harry, she stopped at the door. Looking over her shoulder, she blew a kiss at him and, with one hand, pulled her skirt up to her waist to show him she was not wearing anything underneath.
Seeing his eyes darken, she giggled, and then, with a wink, she left the room, leaving a very aroused Harry, who used the 5 minutes left to his next class to calm down his raging erection.
Shaking his head, Harry came out of his last-week thoughts and sipped his tea.
And he tried not to think about how he punished his naughty Bella that night, leaving her a shaking wet mess covered in his cum and her ass red from all the spanking he gave her.
Talking a biscuit from the plate, he was just about to bite into it when suddenly a bear patronised appeared in front of him. The bear opened its mouth, and he heard a familiar voice.
"Harry, I need your help in the forest behind the Hogsmeade. I have found something."
Hearing the urgency in Amelia's voice, Harry finished his drink and picked up his robe. Then, using one of Tom's spells, he changed into whispery smoke and flew to where Amelia was.
In just a few seconds, he was at the forest behind the village where Amelia told him she was.
Finding her standing and waiting for him, he flew towards her, and at a safe distance away from her, he changed back and walked to her.
Amelia turned to her left and almost jumped in shock to see him ahead there without her even knowing.
"H-How are you already here?" She stuttered in shock.
"That doesn't matter right now." Harry said, his professional face on, "What did you find?"
Amelia was still in shock, opening and closing her mouth like a fish, until a raised eyebrow from Harry made her remember that he had asked her something.
Shaking her head, she cleared her throat. "I was checking these wards covering Hogsmeade to find a clue as to how those death eaters entered the village and found some strange things," she told him with furrowed eyes.
"What strange thing?" Harry asked.
"There seems to be a crack here in this place in the ward," she said, waving her wand and making the ward visible.
And that's when Harry saw what she was saying—there was a crack two metres long and one metre wide in the ward.
Immediately, he noticed that the crack was big enough for a person to pass through.
"It looks like to me that death eaters entered through this crack." Amelia's voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"You are right about the fact that they made this puncture to enter, but you're wrong about one thing," Harry said, closing his eyes and touching the wards with his bare hand.
"What?" Amelia asked curiously.
"Not all seven of them entered through this hole." Harry opened his eyes and looked at her.
"I don't get it." Amelia frowned, her confusion increasing.
"This ward," Harry began his explanation, "is a very strong and special one. This ward can't be broken or even punctured by anyone from outside when it's fully active; only from inside could a hole be made, and that is possible only by a very experienced person."
"But the problem is that this ward is only on full power after Dumbledore activates it on the Hogsmeade weekend, which means any other day anyone can enter this ward sneakily without getting caught."
"Which was exactly what one of the death eaters did, and then he punctured this ward from inside so that his fellow death eaters could come through." Harry finished his explanation.
A very impressed Amelia stared at the ward in amazement, and then a thought occurred to her.
"But why is it active only on the Hogsmeade weekend? Why can't Dumbledore keep it all the time?" She asked him.
Harry smiled and shook his head. "This village is only given to the school for the Hogsmeade weekend, when only the students are allowed and no one from outside is for the safety of students. The headmaster never had full power over this village." He told her.
Amelia nodded in mute silence as she digested the new, interesting information she got.
"But then what can we do? The death eater can attack again by using the same way," she said, feeling helpless.
Harry hummed and smirked. "There is one thing that I can do."
Amelia turned to him excitedly. "Wha-" her question hanged in the air as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped on the floor.
She saw with her own wide eyes as Harry closed his eyes, and with both of his hands, he manoeuvred the huge, powerful ward like it was nothing.
Twisting and whispering silently, he changed the whole ward right in front of her own eyes.
Amelia didn't know how he did it, but she knew he did because the ward rippled like water does when a rock is thrown, and she swore that layer of ward became even thicker.
Even the colour of the ward changed from a translucent blue to a more golden-ish colour.
Amelia shouldn't be surprised, but she still was because, after being with him for the last week, Amelia already knew that Harry Peverell was a very powerful wizard.
She has fought against this man, and she has felt how strong he was. Every time they had a duel, he had won, and each time she had been left in awe of him.
She was very sure Harry could easily beat her boss, Alastor Moody. Hell, she even believed that he could bring a fight to Albus Dumbledore himself.
Accepting this mission was one of the best decisions she had ever taken. Not only did she get to be in her school again when she had so many memories, but she also got to meet Harry Peverell.
Amelia had never given a boy a thought or even a moment of her day in her whole life. Her friend has always made fun of her because of this, but she has never listened to them.
For Amelia, her career has always been the biggest thing, and she has put her every second into getting better and climbing up the ranks, ignoring all the boys who begged her to give them a chance.
Until now
From the first time she saw Harry in the headmaster office, she already began to feel something she never did after noticing how handsome he was.
Since then, she just kept falling for him day after day. Not only was he ridiculously good-looking, he was also a powerhouse and had a dominating presence that made it easy for others to follow him.
And Amelia has secretly always desired these qualities in the man she wanted to spend her life with.
And now, seeing him control a ward so powerful that it was like a piece of cake for him, Amelia could feel her breathing getting heavy and her lips getting wet.
And it wasn't her upper lips.
Thankfully, she kept control of herself and managed not to make herself embarrassed in front of the man she desired.
After a few minutes of enchanting, the ward stopped rippling and settled down as Harry finally finished his spell and opened his eyes.
Touching the ward, he examined his work and smiled, seeing his success.
"Done. Now those death eaters would have a very hard time trying to enter this ward." Harry said it with satisfaction and a touch of arrogance.
"W-What did you do?" Amelia whispered, sensing the new ward that felt even stronger than before, and she felt something else.
Harry smiled. "I just strengthened the ward, making it stronger so that it is now harder to break." He said and then smirked, "And I also added a second layer to it, which is a ward made by me," he added proudly.
Amelia looked at him in amazement. "Your own ward?"
"Yep." Harry nodded.
"So what does it do?" Amelia asked.
"Have you seen the tattoo on death eaters left hand?" Harry asked, and Amelia nodded. "You see, those tattoos are not just tattoos; those are dark marks given by Voldemort himself to his followers."
"That mark is not just a simple print; it's a magical mark that has its own soul, and through those death marks, Voldemort can control his every follower."
Amelia's eyes were wide in horror and disgust as she thought about how big of a monster Voldemort was.
"And after studying his mark for years, I finally broke it down and made this ward," he continued, pointing to the ward. "This ward keeps out everyone who has a death mark on their arms, and if they tried to break it, it would be very painful for them."
Amelia shivered upon seeing the sinister smile on Harry's face. She almost felt bad for that idiot who would first try to enter this ward.
"Now," Harry said joyfully, clasping his hands and startling Amelia. "My job is done, and I am off to enjoy my work-free evening."
He then turned and walked back to his quarters, this time more calmly than when he arrived with his hands in his pocket.
He had left Amelia behind, who was still processing what had just happened.
Shaking her head, she decided to head to her room as well. She would lay down on her bed later and then think about the past 15 minutes.
But when she took her first steps, she felt how wet her knicker was, and she decided that first she needed some private time with the secret toys she had hidden on her bedside table.
Damn Harry Peverell, why did he have to be so hot and powerful?
-
Harry entered his room, whistling in a good mood, and stopped when he saw an envelope on his table.
Picking up the letter, he checked it for any traps and found nothing.
He then opened the expensive-looking envelope and found a card inside it.
An invitation card, he realised when he read it on top of the card.
He then began reading it, and as he read it from top to bottom, his eyes kept getting bigger and bigger until they were almost out of his socket, and he dropped the card in the ground in shock at what he just read.
On the eve of Halloween, he was invited by the head of ICW to the Halloween ball, where the elite families of the whole wizarding world were also invited.
And the place of the ball was... Paris.