Chapter 25
Albus Dumbledore studied the room as he walked into the silent chambers of the Wizengamot.
Fudge looked paler than ever before, like every breath was his last. The Minister's career was over, everybody knew that, it was just a matter of time till a vote of no confidence was raised. The man's ineptitude, and outright dismissal, in regards to Voldemort's return had nearly brought the country to ruin. The scandals under Minister Fudge had simply been too numerous to count at that point, and it seemed the man had finally reached his expiration date.
Dumbledore's gaze shifted to study the opposite side of the room from his own, hoping to catch a hint of their next move. The Dark faction, Voldemort's followers, had only grown bolder in the past year. The return of their leader had given them a second wind of energy unseen since the war, and Albus could only speculate on what their goals were in the coming months.
Lucius Malfoy was still conspicuously missing, as he had not been seen in the Wizengamot for some time. His absence left the Dark faction temporarily leaderless, without adequate direction, as well as depriving Minister Fudge of his largest supporter. It left Dumbledore to wonder just what the Malfoy was up to, and if Voldemort had him running some secret errand Albus was unaware of.
He finally arrived in his spot at the center of the Light faction, his own party that he commanded since the defeat of Grindlewald. Their bench was deep, yet made up of smaller unknown Lords as well as Order of Merlin recipients that held little sway in the grand scheme of things. Each of their members held little political power compared to the likes of Malfoy, Selwyn, or Nott in the Dark faction, and yet Albus made do.
Alastor Moody and Arthur Weasley flanked his sides, their own gazes surveying the room much like his own.
"Fudge looks one foot out the grave." Alastor noted. "It's a disgrace he hasn't resigned already."
Albus couldn't help but agree, knowing that Cornelius Fudge had given up his integrity long ago in pursuit of power and gold. The man still remaining in power after the Dark Lord's return was confirmed only made him look worse, especially when Lucius Malfoy wasn't present to support him.
"A Chief Warlock is needed to call a vote in order to remove him." It went unsaid that Albus would be the one to take up such a position. From there the order of events for the meeting would fall into place.
"Bones is going to make a move." Alastor grumbled, his spinning eye narrowing in on the DMLE director. "And I have a feeling we won't like it."
If people weren't searching for Lord Malfoy in the crowd, or outright glaring at the bumbling Minister, then they were eyeing the DMLE director. Amelia Bones went from barely staying afloat and holding on to her position, to becoming the most popular woman in Magical Britain almost overnight.
The beautiful redhead sat in her spot like a queen, her legs stretched out and crossed as her arms rested comfortably on her lap. Her own faction surrounded her, previously neutral but now suddenly on the side of Harry Potter. The worst part was that her supporters cannibalized his own faction, claiming quite a few light Houses as Lords left to join her. Even some of the more darker leaning Houses joined her, led on by the tales of Harry Potter accepting wizarding traditions and taking pureblood wives and mistresses.
How did Harry fall so far from his grasp?
He stayed away from the boy because of Tom, fearing Voldemort was influencing the boy's thoughts. And yet it seemed to have backfired on him spectacularly, but not exactly in the worst way possible.
Bones, Greengrass, Zabini, Delacour, and there might be more I don't know about…
Was Tom using Harry to seduce all these women? Albus discarded the thought almost as soon as it came. Tom despised everything to do with love and relationships, while Harry seemed to be the exact opposite.
In fact, the boy's actions were reminiscent to that of powerful wizards in the past. It used to be normalized that centennial Wizards that were influential and powerful would often take on multiple Witches as their lovers. At least until Dumbledore's own generation, that is, with himself and Gellert being the exception. The both of them were not the type to chase after witches, and so the common practice of magical covens and harems fell into obscurity.
And yet Harry Potter came along and blindsided the Magical World, pulling out an ancient and archaic practice that hadn't been seen in centuries. It threw the narrative of him being Albus Dumbledore's puppet, and thus a wizard who despised wizarding traditions, into the bin. And that fact was only further emphasized by just who Harry was in a relationship with.
Is this the power the Dark Lord knows not? That question had rung through his mind like a rampaging bull ever since Harry's lovers were revealed. It threw everything he believed about the prophecy into question, and Albus was beginning to wonder if his meddling had caused such an outcome.
In a strange sense, it wasn't hard to imagine that him meddling with the Prophecy would change its interpreted outcome. Prophecies were infamously finicky, and could easily blow up in the faces of anyone who tried to meddle with them. And as Albus had tried to manipulate the Harry's part in the prophecy to his own ends, it made sense that things would take such a drastic turn.
Love is the power the Dark Lord knows not.
It was that interpretation of the prophecy that likely led to Harry being with so many women, as it happened through the power of love. As for the women in question not aligning with Dumbledore's own beliefs, he could only sigh and guess that was just the prophecy rubbing it in his face. And despite the likes of Amelia Bones being older, Albus could imagine most men falling in love with the two large sacks of flesh on her chest.
Why couldn't Harry end up with a sweet girl like Hermione Granger? Albus could only shake his head at his own misfortune. I guess when it comes to Harry Potter, everything turns out the way you least expected.
Everyone had arrived in the Wizengamot chambers at that point, and yet the emergency meeting had yet to begin. Fudge certainly showed no interest in beginning it, likely wanting to delay his fate as long as possible, and without a Chief Warlock to intervene…
Amelia Bones suddenly stood, likely getting tired of waiting around, and the room went dead silent.
"As Head of the House of Bones, and Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I would like to introduce articles of impeachment against Minister Fudge."
The Dark faction gave shouts of opposition while some of the minor Lords jeered at such a sudden turn. The Light faction, Dumbledore's own, seemed to get over the fact it wasn't himself who kicked off the meeting, as they yelled in support of the DMLE director.
"Hah!" Alastor laughed. "I guess that's one way to start things off!"
All of them expected the emergency meeting to eventually go off the rails, and yet already things were beginning to get heated.
"Indeed." Arthur Weasley grimaced. "I assume we'll support removing Fudge then?"
Albus nodded, watching Cornelius Fudge as he trembled from his place in the Minister's position. "W-What?! What nonsense is this?!"
"Nonsense?" Bones raised an unimpressed brow. "There is quite a lot of nonsense, as you put it, that has been brought to light pertaining yourself, Minister. Chief of which is that you've been derelict in your duty when it comes to the return of the Dark Lord Voldemort."
Several winced, while Fudge looked as if his very soul had been sucked out of him before he managed to recompose himself. "L-Lies! That reporter, Rita Skeeter, is a sensationalist and a fraud! Nothing she ever says is true, least of all this! The Dark Lord is not back!"
The Dark faction nodded in conjunction to Fudge's words, while Albus did his best not to groan. You're just digging a deeper grave for yourself, Cornelius.
"Is that really not enough for you to step down, Minister?" Amelia's voice was reminiscent of a shark who smelled blood in the water. "Perhaps I should also mention your deliberate sabotage of our magical law enforcement? The failure to act in the immediate aftermath of the Azkaban raid, choosing to instead shore up your own political position instead. I can even bring up the ongoing investigation into Dolores Umbridge and her illicit actions at Hogwarts, all of which took place under your command. So please, keep going, Minister."
Fudge shivered, and looked ready to refute, but he soon backed down and withdrew, conceding defeat from her words like a beaten dog.
Albus coughed, seeing the perfect opportunity to chime in. "I believe that before we can vote, the Wizengamot must first declare new Chief Warlock to preside over this body."
"Minister Fudge already holds such a position!" A yell came form the opposite side of the room.
"And you believe the Minister is impartial enough to preside over his own impeachment?" Augusta Longbottom shot back. "Hogwash! let's just vote and get this over with! I call for Albus Dumbledore to return to his post as Chief Warlock!"
Heads nodded along his side of the room, while the opposing faction looked displeased at such a rapid turn of events.
"I'm afraid that Mister Dumbledore is too busy with his duties at Hogwarts to take up such a position." A snide voice said, making those around Albus bristle at the disrespect.
Cantankerus Nott was the one who spoke, giving them a disgusting grin that exposed a mouth full of yellow teeth. Even Albus struggled not to let his disgust show, the Nott Lord being one of the few people he truly despised.
It seemed that with Lucius Malfoy missing, Lord Nott was doing his best to take up the man's position as leader of the Dark faction.
"You don't get to decide such a thing!" Arthur Weasley defended him.
"Ah, Weasley, always Dumbledore's loyal dog. Too bad the position doesn't pay well."
Albus could hear Arthur's teeth gritting in anger.
"The only rabid dog here is you, Nott." Moody barked. "Did your Dark Lord send you in place of Malfoy today? I'm sure I'll find out the whole story once I drag your sorry arse into an interrogation cell!"
Suddenly the entire room was on its feet, and shouts of anger filled the halls of the Wizengamot. Albus couldn't help but sigh at Alastor's harsh words, knowing that the man had only made the meeting that much more difficult with his threats. He had hoped to hold on to the high ground throughout the meeting, but that wouldn't happen if an outright brawl started up.
For the first time since the trial of Barty Crouch Jr., it seemed that wands would be raised in the Wizengamot. It was all Albus could do to keep his own allies from throwing curses, while at the same time making sure none of Voldemort's followers attacked first.
Cantankerus Nott was practically frothing at the mouth with fury, as his colleagues glared daggers at Alastor. "Why you- Blood traitors! The whole of you- You'll all get what you deserve!"
"Not if I get you first!" Moody yelled back. "Give it your best shot! I'll take you all on-"
BANG
A loud spell silenced them all, and the whole room pivoted to look over at Madam Bones, who looked at Nott and Moody with a frown. Her wand was pointed upwards, having cast the spell to shock them into silence.
"Mr. Malfoy will not be joining us today because he is dead." Amelia Bones stated dryly. "His body was found clad in Death Eater robes in the aftermath of the Azkaban raid. I was planning to reveal this information after a new Chief Warlock was selected, as well as discuss the specifics of the ongoing DMLE investigation."
That sudden reveal seemed to shock the whole room, and even Albus found himself taken back. He never thought that someone as influential as Lucius Malfoy would die so suddenly, and it certainly explained why the man wasn't present.
He managed to recover quick enough to gauge the reactions of the Dark faction, only to notice something peculiar. Their reaction was not that of surprise, meaning they already knew, but rather of puzzlement as they stared at Amelia Bones. It signaled that both the DMLE director and Voldemort's followers knew something Albus didn't. He would need to speak with Severus soon.
Madam Bones continued speaking. "That said, I can't help but agree with Lord Nott, and that Headmaster Dumbledore is too preoccupied with his other duties to become Chief Warlock."
W-What?
For a long moment Dumbledore was frozen in absolute shock, the redhead's declaration so sudden that he found himself caught completely unaware.
He had tried to recruit Amelia Bones many times over the years, every time resulting in outright dismissal or even refusal from the woman. And yet he never openly considered her an enemy, with both of their interests too aligned to consider such things.
But now the woman had openly opposed him, and in the aftermath of Voldemort's reveal of all times. It should have been the worst decision she could possibly make, and yet it signaled something else entirely that he hadn't considered. Harry Potter didn't trust him.
Dumbledore was not blind, the woman was in a relationship with Harry Potter, and was viewed by everyone present to be the boy's spokesperson. For her to take such a stance against him… it was damaging, and proved that Harry wasn't aligned with him.
No… there was more to it than that. Lines, connections, relationships he had never seen before began to appear in his mind, and with them came too many questions. There was more to it than Harry being frustrated with him, especially when it was Rita Skeeter of all people who joined Harry Potter's side to write that revealing article.
One needed little more than to see Lord Greengrass sitting behind Madam Bones to understand what was happening. Harry Potter had made allies, and more than that… the boy was forming his own faction.
Harry didn't need him anymore. It was a startling revelation, along with the more subtle revelation that Madam Bones seemed to believe the DMLE didn't need Dumbledore to fight Voldemort. She must have complete faith in Harry then.
The words of Madam Bones sent a thunderclap through the room, erasing the dull mood from before, as nearly half of the Light faction was suddenly on their feet. Shouts and accusations echoed off the stone walls, all while the Dark faction either openly gaped, laughed, or yelled back.
"Y-You can't mean to side with them!"
"Has sense left you, Bones? Or perhaps too much blood flows to those teats and not your brain!"
"No wonder the DMLE never gets anything done with you around!"
The redhead rolled her eyes. "Is the point that Headmaster Dumbledore should teach and protect our children too hard to grasp? The Wizengamot is bound to have many emergency meetings in the coming months, and the Headmaster can hardly be in two places at once."
"I assure you that I can handle such burdens, Madam Bones." His words came out more bitter than he would have liked, the betrayal still fresh in his mind.
As much as he pretended otherwise, Dumbledore still had vanity and pride like anyone else, along with the desire to maneuver Magical Britain to resist Voldemort. The risk of Voldemort manipulating the Wizengamot if he left was simply too great.
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His fingers dug into her blonde locks, messing up hair that she had likely spent hours perfecting. All while slurping noises came from down below, her pink lips wrapped around his thick cock while her blue eyes looked up at him with lust.
He pushed her deeper, forcing more of his shaft down her throat until her lips met his crotch. She didn't protest, didn't even wince even as his cockhead buried its way down her gullet and widened her neck with its thickness. Taking so much of his cock was a skill that few of his lovers were capable of, with only Apolline being better than the blonde in front of him.
He could be brutal in the bedroom when he wanted to, having done so in the past with Julia and Apolline. But Daphne was willing to go far without him forcing anything, all in the name of pleasuring him.
I'm lucky to have such a good betrothed. He couldn't wait till after Hogwarts, when he could wake up every morning with his wife ready and waiting to suck him off. Not to mention the thrill of having the Slytherin Ice Queen be the one to do it, adding just that much more excitement to his sex life.
His cock twitched from its place deep within Daphne's throat, his balls giving way as his seed was pumped through his male organ. Her poor throat was brutalized as his shaft thickened and gave way to pour buckets of seed down her gullet. The blonde's eyes rolled back in her skull from either the pleasure or lack of air, and Harry soon pulled back to allow Daphne room to breath.
"Fuck, you're good at this." He groaned, leaning back to relax on Daphne's bed in the Slytherin girls dorm.
"Anything in the name of keeping my future husband happy." She panted in arousal. "You have no idea many girls have approached me… each of them just begging to be with you. It just makes me want you that much more."
If it wasn't for his roommates acting as his protection detail, Harry would've long ago been swarmed by witches trying to seduce him. It was honestly quite tiring, and he was looking forward to the upcoming winter break away from Hogwarts. "It'll be nice to be back at Grimmauld Place with everybody soon. In fact, I was even thinking about having a party over break."
She perked up at that, and Harry could only imagine what was running through her mind. "We could make strides politically if we organized a gathering to celebrate Yule. The other Lords are probably going to cancel their own events with the Dark Lord being officially back, giving us the perfect chance to host a celebration."
I almost forgot she's a Slytherin. Harry mentally chuckled, recognizing just how important the political side of things was to Daphne. And it wasn't just because of her being a Slytherin, but also because of how invested her family was in him.
Her family was bankrolling his faction, with Daphne's father putting up an insane amount of gold to help Amelia gain power in the Wizengamot. It took gold to make political strides like he was currently doing, and at a certain point the Potter vaults just wouldn't cut it. That was why he desperately needed to gain allies quickly, especially when the election to decide the new Minister would come soon. And elections need a lot of gold.
For now, Daphne's family would have to foot the bill, but soon the Greengrasses wouldn't be the only ones, as different Lords were flocking to join him by the day, and with them came their support in gold. As well as that, Julia was soon to join the Wizengamot, and he knew that Narcissa would also be taking up the Malfoy vaults as well as Lucius' old position to further increase his political power.
Once all of that was done, their new faction could find a candidate to get behind for Minister. And from that point onward it would be all about fighting Voldemort and his allies. Hard to believe this all started with just me, Sirius, and Narcissa plotting in Grimmauld Place.
"It's something to consider, at the very least." Harry replied, but elaborated on what he had in mind for the party. "I was more thinking about something more intimate. Just you, me, Cissy, along with the other girls."
"I'll let the others know, and get things organized." Daphne nodded, yet she looked to have something already in mind. "Is there anyone outside our usual group you're looking to invite? A few more mistresses would be good to have, Harry."
She's planning something. Harry was tempted to say no, and to quit looking for even more women to have his way with. But deep down he wanted more witches to join him, and already he had girls lined up to become mistresses. Nymphadora and her mother, Bellatrix, Professor Sinistra, and even that muggle girl he met were just waiting to be with him.
"I suppose a few more wouldn't hurt." He threw her a bone, deciding to go along with whatever she was secretly planning.
That was when Harry moved, positioning himself behind the Slytherin blonde so his cock just so happened to land on her fat bubble butt. His betrothed gasped, all while his massive shaft grinded against her pussy, with Daphne's large cheeks stimulating it. She panted like a bitch in heat, nearly losing her mind from the pleasure.
"It would be so easy… to take you." Harry's gaze narrowed in on her untouched pussy lips, exposed to the open air and weeping with desire.
"N-No…" She managed to get out, her face redder than he'd ever seen. "N-Not till we're married."
He desperately wanted to fuck her, to slam his cock into her unused cunt and plunder her core. His Slytherin betrothed was absolutely dripping with feminine arousal, her juices soaking part of his shaft and running down her thighs.
He licked his lips and leaned in, settling for using his mouth for the current time being.
"H-Harry?" She asked when his cock pulled away, as his face descended between her arse cheeks. "Harry, what are you doing?"
He positioned his mouth at her entrance, his tongue pushing apart her perfect lips and entering her. Already he was devouring her feminine juices by the mouthful, her untouched pussy soaked to the bone because of him.
Such a slut… getting so wet from sucking my cock. He gulped down her wetness as his tongue funneled her arousal down his throat, all while Daphne moaned wonderfully at his touch.
"H-How can anything be this good?!" The Slytherin Ice Queen came undone by his tongue, her body shaking in pleasure as she orgasmed, causing that much more fluid to flood into his mouth.
Her thighs squeezed the sides of his head, her chest heaving for breath as her long blonde hair became soaked with sweat. She was in a state that men could only dream of bringing such a beautiful woman to, desperate for his touch while begging for more.
That was when he would strike.
HISSSSSSS
"Oh my! HARRRRY!"
His tongue vibrated with parseltongue then, electrifying her core and sending magical shockwaves throughout her body. Daphne screamed in pleasure, her vision darkening as her cunt throbbed from his touch. It was like the floodgates were opened then, as feminine juices sprayed out of her pussy like a geyser.
She covered his face in her arousal, and he pulled back to see her coat part of the bed as it sprayed out of her cunt like a hose.
"Harry. Harry! HARRY!" Her body bucked and writhed, and yet she didn't stop going from one orgasm to the next.
Damn. He had only done the parseltongue trick so many times before, and yet he had never gotten such an explosive reaction. It was a trick he liked to hold in reserve, and Daphne was demonstrating its effectiveness perfectly as she nearly fell into unconsciousness from pleasure.
Chapter 26
Chapter Text
Some would call it a strange sight to see Harry and Narcissa sitting together peacefully in her office.
Contrary to popular belief, Harry Potter did not spend every waking moment seducing women and participating in large orgies. War councils, spell practice, along with political discussions had dominated most of his time since the summer, with the rest of his time dedicated to attending his Hogwarts classes.
And when it came to forming relationships and gaining even more mistresses, Harry Potter was content to let the witches simply come to him. But that didn't mean he had to remain completely idle as his lovers circled around him and concocted schemes to gain his affection.
"You want to host a party?" Narcissa said slowly, looking at him strangely. "Not for politics, but rather for… your closest allies."
Her description of the women he regularly fucked as being his closest allies was polite, and Harry could already tell Narcissa was getting the wrong idea about the whole thing. Yule was coming up, and he wanted to get together all of his female friends to celebrate in a more intimate environment. And I'm not talking about having an orgy… but there's a chance it will become one.
"I figured we could get everyone together." He shrugged. "I told Daphne already, and she's already invited some people. The same goes for you, Cissy, as I'm sure Andromeda and maybe even Bellatrix can come if she's ready."
The office's floo flared in that moment, and a familiar busty redhead wearing formal Wizengamot robes exited. The Director of the DMLE walked over took a seat in one of the open cushioned chairs with a sigh, taking off her Wizengamot cap and monocle as she did so.
"How did it go?" Narcissa asked, referring to the emergency Wizengamot meeting the redhead had just attended.
"About as you would expect." Amelia replied tiredly. "I actually started the meeting, beginning it by calling for Fudge's impeachment. That certainly started a ruckus, and when Fudge tried to resist I gave him a piece of my mind. To be perfectly honest, I gave him a tongue-lashing that I've been holding back for decades."
I wish I got to see that. Harry thought, imagining Fudge fleeing the Ministry in shame after Amelia let loose on him. Hopefully the Prophet has a transcript of it.
"After that we had to appoint a new Chief Warlock, and, of course, Dumbledore was quick to throw his name in. Lord Nott led the opposition in the Dark Faction, and during the ensuing arguing I had to reveal that Lucius Malfoy was dead. As we agreed to beforehand, I claimed he died in the Azkaban battle while wearing Death Eater robes."
Narcissa nodded, her face not displaying a hint of emotion. The woman had long ago destroyed any feelings she had for her husband, and now they had reached the point where Lucius Malfoy's death was revealed to the public.
"After that reveal, I made my opposition to Dumbledore becoming Chief Warlock clear. In fact, I might as well have branded him enemy of the state if the reaction of his supporters was any indication. I'm sure we'll be seeing quite a few articles speculating about a falling out between Dumbledore and you, Harry."
"It needed to be done." He shrugged. "We're not going to get anywhere with Dumbledore hanging over our heads while everyone thinks I'm his puppet."
While it was blatantly obvious to outside observers that Harry Potter was starting his own political faction, it was less apparent that he was, in fact, trying to distance himself from Dumbledore while doing so.
Wizarding tradition was a key element of Harry's new political movement, as clearly shown by his multiple pureblood lovers. It was how he planned to draw followers in, as there were many Lords disenfranchised with Dumbledore's pro-muggle attitude, and even more who were opposed to Voldemort yet refused to join Dumbledore's camp.
"From there the Dark faction tried to make as much noise as possible, all while Dumbledore and his allies pushed through a vote of no confidence on Fudge. And here we are now, with an upcoming Ministerial election in the new year." Amelia finished.
"Any idea who the candidates are?" Narcissa asked curiously.
"Dumbledore is supporting Kingsley Shacklebolt, but he's not likely to win." Amelia wrinkled her nose. "Rufus Scrimgeour is the favored candidate right now, as not ten minutes after Fudge's impeachment he was announcing his candidacy in the atrium."
Both Amelia and Narcissa frowned, and Harry looked at them in confusion. "Who is he?"
"One of the Heads of the internal Auror office, but he's more of a paper-pusher than anything else. He's someone I've always suspected to be corrupt, or just downright incompetent at fighting Dark Wizards, despite claiming otherwise." Amelia sounded bitter. "He has the backing of the older families, as Tiberius is constantly whispering in his ear along with McLaggen and Higgs."
Narcissa snorted. "Lucius was able to pay Scrimgeour off once, it was over some trouble Crabbe and Goyle got into. I'll admit that I've never seen someone as obsessed with their self image as Scrimgeour."
The three of them sat quietly for a long moment, silently digesting the day's revelations. In Harry's mind, the news that Fudge was gone had him mentally jumping for joy. And yet, despite this, it seemed that the previous Minister's replacement wouldn't be any better.
"What if we run our own candidate?" Harry suddenly asked.
"Who?" Amelia raised a brow, seeming as if she already suspected what his answer would be.
The redhead likely expected him to ask her to run for Minister, and it would make quite a lot of sense if that was the case. Amelia Bones already had quite a lot of power in the Wizengamot, enough to cause a scene with Dumbledore earlier that day, yet still not enough to beat Kingsley and Scrimgeour outright.
But Harry didn't say Amelia's name, as instead he replied, "Narcissa."
"What?" The new Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor looked taken back. "You want me to be Minister?"
"It makes sense in a twisted way, doesn't it?" He smirked. "You already have a good reputation among the older families, as well as the background of being a Professor and the ex-wife of Lucius Malfoy. Combine that with my endorsement along with Amelia's, and you would make enough people happy that you could get votes from all over."
Narcissa frowned, yet didn't look entirely opposed to the idea.
Harry was right, in that it did make sense for Narcissa to run. As bad as it seemed that Lucius was her former husband, she could play it off to the public as herself being a victim, while at the same time getting support from Lucius' old Death Eater comrades who believed she would be in their corner.
Amelia suddenly stood then, and crossed the room to where he was. She leaned down and give him a peck on the cheek before smiling. "Thank you for not asking me to be Minister. That's the last job I'd want."
Harry grinned, and reached out to pull the redhead into his lap. From there his arms wrapped around Amelia's body, with his hands coming to rest oddly close to her large breasts.
The redhead stiffened. "H-Harry?"
His palms moved in then, latching onto the impression of her bust to grope her big tits through the layers of clothing she wore. Amelia breathed steadily but loudly, while Harry groaned in deep satisfaction as his nose pressed into her hair. "I need my 'Melia."
Her top came undone then, as Narcissa watched the scene while biting her lip. Soon the redhead's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a lacy black bra underneath which struggled to hold back such a massive pair of breasts. Harry didn't hesitate, his hands going in to roughly grope and fondle Amelia's tits.
"F-Fuck, Harry." The redhead breathed. "You sure know what a woman wants…"
"It's not about what you want." He said easily. "It's about getting my hands on these big tits."
Narcissa could feel her own core heating up at the scene, and the blonde MILF watched as the DMLE director came undone in Harry Potter's arms.
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Rhythmic footfalls sounded quietly as she walked through the halls of the Hogwarts library, with her sister along with her best friend following at her heels. Perfectly styled straight blonde hair bounced lightly with each step, as an aristocratic face with high cheekbones that went with cold blue eyes surveyed their surroundings diligently.
Astoria yawned in a show of boredom from behind her. "What are we doing here again?"
"We're here to study, I guess." She could just tell Tracey was rolling her eyes. "Not that Daph ever tells us anything. Hell, she didn't even tell me about Potter's harem till I saw it in the paper."
"My personal life is none of your business, Davis." To an outsider, the rebuke would have sounded cold and brutal. To use the last name when referring to her best friend, in conjunction with a harsh reprimand… yet it was what those closest to Daphne Greengrass were used to at this point.
Just then, a pair of second year girls walked out of a nearby aisle, and damn near stumbled into the three, causing them all to stop. The two second years looked up at her, blanched, and their expressions changed to become panicked.
"W-We're sorry, m-my Lady!" The first girl, a Ravenclaw with brown hair stuttered out as she stared up in horror at the Slytherin Ice Queen.
The second girl, a Hufflepuff, bowed deeply while her body trembled in sheer terror. "P-Please forgive us!"
It wasn't just her nickname as the Slytherin Ice Queen that gave Daphne Greengrass her infamous reputation, nor was it specifically her relationship with Harry Potter, but rather the dark allure of someone like the Boy-Who-Lived falling for a dark and cruel young Slytherin girl like Daphne Greengrass.
Harry Potter liked older, dangerous, and powerful women. That much was spelled out every other day in Witch Weekly. And as such, it eliminated the vast majority of Hogwarts girls from the competition to gain his affection.
And yet, of all the women who Harry Potter was in a relationship with, whether it be the DMLE Director or the Black Widow, Daphne Greengrass managed to stand out.
How did the Ice Queen manage to get with Harry Potter?
That question was asked time after time throughout Britain, as well as in papers and gossip columns abroad. And the mystique and allure of that question did nothing but increase her own reputation, whether it be for better or worse.
Daphne Greengrass looked down at the two quivering second years. "Next time, stay out of my way. In fact, don't come near me again."
"Y-Yes, my Lady." The two girls burst into tears, and quickly turned around before running off.
"Geez, that was brutal." Tracey said nonchalantly, as if such a sight was a common occurrence.
And it was a common occurrence, as Daphne Greengrass rarely went a day without dishing out a lashing from her silver tongue. It didn't matter if it was second year Ravenclaws in the library, nor her own dorm mates in the Slytherin common room, none were spared from her wrath. Other than Harry Potter, he could do anything he wanted to her.
She tried to ignore the sudden reddening of her cheeks, and instead busied herself by continuing her trek through the library. That was when she came upon an unusual sight that made her pause in interest.
Fleur Delacour sat at a table by herself, clearly trying to study. Sadly, a group of male admirers surrounded her, all of which either drooling or attempting to ask her out. It was hardly an unusual sight, as the Veela had made quite a few scenes since her arrival at Hogwarts.
But rather, what got Daphne's attention was the sheer defeat that hung off the French Veela, as if her previous cocky attitude had disappeared. Daphne narrowed in, akin to a shark smelling blood in the water, and her two followers gave squeaks when she changed direction and beelined for the Veela.
A stack of spell books sat in front of the Veela, her blonde hair cascading over one shoulder, all while her quill moved elegantly, looping delicate script onto parchment.
Three sixth-year Ravenclaw boys hovered nearby, speaking in overly casual tones, pretending to browse the shelves behind her. One dropped a quill just to have an excuse to kneel close to Fleur's chair.
"Do you need help finding anything, Fleur?" Asked one of them, trying too hard to sound helpful. "I know this library better than anyone!"
The Veela did not look up. "Non, I am perfectly capable of finding a book without assistance."
The boy flushed crimson.
Another tried to tell her a nonsensical joke, only to fall apart into a stuttering and drooling mess because of her Veela allure.
Before a third boy could try his luck, a new voice cut across the silence like a blade.
"All of you, leave."
The nearby boys looked up at her approach, saw just who it was that spoke, and nearly ran over each other in their haste to get away.
Fleur didn't so much as look up, continuing her writing. "Can I help you, leetle girl?"
"Harry's hosting a party over Yule, and I'm here to pass an invitation along." Daphne said robotically, as if the very words pained her.
Fleur's lips gained a sharp edge. "It probably burned you to say that, especially when I'm the one Harry is so desperate to invite."
Her eyes narrowed. "I'm the one who ended up permanently attached to his arm, while you're just his extracurricular relief."
Fleur's smile thinned. "He is… misled. These things happen."
"Mm." Daphne tilted her head. "Must be hard, isn't it? All the attention from every boy in this castle, able to enchant them all with a swish of your hair and the tinge of your accent. And yet the one boy you want isn't fooled by any of it. He's seen the limits of your Veela heritage, and found you wanting."
Fleur let out a hiss of irritation, as if she had been burned. "What do you want, Greengrass?"
Daphne smiled, a thin, flimsy thing that was as sharp as a blade. "I'm here to offer you a branch of friendship. You are a desirable Witch, Delacour, but not so desirable that Harry would give up everything to be with you. Join me, or risk being Harry's leftovers when he finds better women to feast on."
Fleur's fingers tapped the edge of the table in irritation. "And now you expect me to bow, is that it? To clean his cock after he fucks your pussy?"
"If that's what it takes." Daphne shrugged. "Otherwise, stay in your lane, Veela."
Fleur's nostrils flared slightly. "You are bold, Greengrass. Perhaps too bold."
"Maybe." Daphne gave a faint smile. "But he likes that about me."
She turned without another word, her steps slow and deliberate as she walked away. Fleur watched her go, lips tight, her quill still in hand yet unmoving.
Outside the window, the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows through the library as the quiet settled again.
"You know, I'm kind of glad that I'm not in a relationship with Potter now." Tracey said, sounding almost shellshocked by the interaction.
"Don't tell me the rest of Harry's girls are like that, Sister?" Astoria pleaded, sounding almost concerned for Daphne's wellbeing if she had to deal with bitches like Fleur Delacour on a daily basis.
"They're not." Daphne answered after a moment. "If anything… they're worse."
-
Her eyes snapped open as she awoke in the night, a loud crash getting her attention from the next room over. She pulled back the covers and cautiously got out of bed, being careful not to make a sound as she made her way across the room and opened her bedroom door.
She slowly walked out into an empty and dark hallway, the city lights reflecting through the windows as she made her way down towards her living room. It was there she spotted a broken vase right by the window, along with an intruder staring at her from where he stood in the middle of the room.
It was that same boy from earlier, the one she met in a park while out on a walk. She had thought quite a bit about him since then, his green eyes burned into her memory. And yet here he was in her apartment.
The dark haired man strode across the room, his massive muscular form suddenly towering over her. His hand moved up and brushed against the side of her face softly, and she leaned into his comforting hand.
That was when he struck, his actions becoming viscous as that same hand moved back and pulled her hair. She gasped, and suddenly he was upon her.
His other hand grabbed her neck, and soon she could hear clothing being torn as her pajamas were ripped away. Underneath she wore a scandalous black bra and panties, but those didn't stop him from putting his greedy hands all over her assets.
"P-Please…" She begged. And the worst part was that she was begging for more.
"Be quiet. Slut." He ordered.
Slut? She shuddered, when really she should've been writhing in fury. None of her previous boyfriends had called her such a thing, with two of her relationships even ending over smaller insults being thrown.
And yet with Harry it was different. He was so dominant, his lust unrelenting. His hands were all over her, no part of her body going untouched as he made sure to fell up every part of her body.
"So good…" She whimpered in pleasure, her body feeling better than should be humanly possible from his ministrations. "Please give me more…"
"You're going to be my muggle whore, aren't you?" He asked her.
She didn't know what muggle meant, but replied anyways. "Yes, anything you want…"
Suddenly, a shadow came over her, and she looked up in astonishment. "W-What is t-that?"
A massive cock that was bigger than she could imagine draped over her then, its girth so thick she couldn't see around it, and so long she had to tilt her head to see its tip. Harry gripped it roughly, his fingers unable to meet as his manhood cast a shadow over her face.
"Open wide." He grabbed her hair then, her mouth opening without consent, and Harry slammed forward with his-
And then she was back at work. Or to be more specific, Olivia McKay woke up face-down at her desk, drooling all over her paperwork.
"Ugh…" She groaned, sitting up to rub her eyes and get the drool off her chin. It was a rare occurrence that she happened to fall asleep while on the job, but pulling two all-nighters during the last week had finally taken its toll.
"Sleeping at work? You'll be lucky if I don't tell Jim about this." Came the annoying voice of her coworker, a shrill woman named Sharon.
The woman had been nothing but a thorn in her side since she started her current job. A twice-divorced bitter woman with dyed-blonde hair who always complained and never managed to get anything done.
Olivia's gaze sharpened in on the woman. "Go ahead and tell him. Because I'm sure our boss will fire the woman who brings in half our revenue."
Her annoying coworker let out a hiss and ran off, and Olivia sighed before straightening up and turning her attention back to her work.
She worked at one of the best law firms in London, and after two years she had cemented herself as its best attorney. And that was despite having graduated only a few years previously, and not even having reached the age of thirty.
CLACK CLACK
A weird tapping noise got her attention then, almost like a pebble being thrown up against a window. Yet that that should be impossible, seeing as the building she worked in was far too high for such a thing to occur. She spun to look out the window, looking for the source of the noise, only for her eyes to see the last thing she expected.
Is that an owl?
A beautiful, white owl pecked at the window, right where there happened to small latch to open it. Strangely enough, the beautiful owl carried a letter of all things, and Olivia made her way over before opening the window to let it in.
It seemingly nodded at her, landing on the window frame before dropping the letter into her hands. And before she could say anything, the owl spun around and leaped away, flying north and away from the city.
"That's odd." Olivia frowned, feeling like the day was just getting stranger by the minute. She looked down at the letter, seeing it only had her name on it, along with London being the only address listed. She went ahead and opened it, only to feel her incredulity go to new heights.
"You're invited to Harry Potter's private Yule Celebration…" She read off, and a small smile tugged at her lips then.
Chapter 27
Chapter Text
Nymphadora Tonks stood beside Kingsley Shacklebolt on a narrow dirt path, her hands stuffed into her pockets as her bubblegum-pink hair blew in the wind.
Her hair was still an obnoxiously bright shade of pink, yet longer than before. She knew that men liked longer hair, and that Harry especially seemed to like women with long hair. As for why Tonks had suddenly decided to grow her hair out with Harry in mind? Well, it was because of the verbal battering the Black Widow gave her at Grimmauld Place.
"A word of advice, Harry is much too busy to spend his time on some charity case." She remembered Ms. Zabini's harsh words to her. "Maybe you'll grow out of it at some point, but by then it will be too late. While most men have to work to impress a woman, it's not the same with Harry Potter, especially when he has a line of women ready to service him."
Tonks had protested, and denied the woman's words at the time while claiming she would find a different man just right for her. And yet the Black Widow just laughed and said something that was permanently ingrained into Nymphadora's skull ever since. "Even if you find that person, just know you'll be giving up a real man like Harry Potter, and settling for some pitiful cock that's half the size. It's something to think about when you're on your back, faking your moans and trying not to fall asleep."
Ms. Zabini's words still hurt even how, and Nymphadora could do nothing but play the conversation over and over in her head ever since. Soon enough she folded, and began giving into the woman's taunts as she tried to change herself to be someone Harry would fall for.
The choker around her neck was the first to go, along with the immature biker gang outfits she kept in her closet. Next came a new wardrobe and a new look, as she grew out her hair and started wearing formal clothing that most other Professional Aurors wore.
In a way, it was the coming of a new era for Nymphadora Tonks, one where she wasn't some basket case to be passed around and walked over. And to be more specific, it was time that she began pursuing Harry Potter like every other woman in her life was doing. The only problem with that, however, was that she didn't know how to get his attention.
And then came the most unexpected development, being that Kingsley Shacklebolt approached her during work about joining a secret group led by Albus Dumbledore. From there, the stars seemed to align, as Nymphadora now had the opportunity to get close to one of Harry's biggest obstacles.
She wanted to prove herself useful, and actually get Harry's attention for once. And if being Harry's spy was the way to do it… who was she to say no?
"So this is it, then?" She asked, squinting into the empty fields around them as she stood next to Kingsley. "Looks like a plain field to me."
Kingsley said nothing, instead handing her a small scrap of parchment. She unfolded it and read the thin, curling handwriting.
The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole.
The second she finished reading, the parchment crumbled to dust between her fingers. And then the space ahead of her twisted like heat rising off pavement, and with a strange humming sound, the Weasley Burrow appeared.
It stood crooked and tall, like a pile of mismatched pallets barely held together by nails and glue. Several chimneys puffed lazily into the sky, and lights flickered in some of the windows. But even more noticeable than the house itself were the thin, shimmering layers of magic that hung in the air like invisible curtains.
"Fidelius Charm was only the first layer." Kingsley muttered. "Dumbledore's been busy fortifying the place."
Tonks took a tentative step forward and felt something cold brush against her shoulder — a ward, testing her. A tingling sensation danced along her spine as they moved closer to the house, each pace bringing new pressure, as if unseen walls of magic were examining her very soul.
"Blimey." she whispered, rubbing her arms. "Feels like walking through a ghost."
"Wait here." Kingsley instructed, and with a low mutter and a flick of his wand, he sent a silver wisp of magic darting toward the Burrow's door.
A moment later, it creaked open, and Arthur Weasley stepped out before sending a friendly smile her way. "Ah, there you are! Thought I heard something stirring the wards."
Tonks stepped forward, only to suddenly freeze as a sharp ring of red light flared around her threateningly.
"That's an old blood-ward." Arthur explained, already raising his wand. "Bit jumpy around the Black family line, I'm afraid."
Tonks made a face. "Trust my lot to make things complicated even when I'm trying to do something noble."
Arthur chuckled and gave a gentle tap of his wand to the air, making the light vanish. "Come on in, the meeting is about to start."
Tonks followed Kingsley up the winding path toward the door, as Arthur opened it to allow them inside.
Inside, the Burrow was exactly as she pictured it, being chaotic, cozy, and filled with the comforting smells of tea and something sweet that Mrs. Weasley had probably baked hours ago. The walls were lined with crooked picture frames and messy shelves, and a few enchanted knitting needles worked away in a rocking chair by the fireplace.
Around a long wooden table sat a gathering that made her stomach twist with nerves. Dumbledore was already present and sitting beside McGonagall, with Remus Lupin, Arthur, Moody sitting along one side, with an unhappy looking Snape, Mundungus Fletcher, and Elphias Doge sitting across from them.
"There she is!" Molly Weasley beamed as she entered. "It's a pleasure to meet you, dear, I've heard so much about you!"
"Indeed, it is good to have you with us, Nymphadora." Dumbledore's gaze suggested he knew more about her situation than he should.
She ignored the usage of her name, instead swallowing down her hesitation. "Thank you, Sir."
More members were beginning to fill the Weasley home then, with all of the chairs being taken while the remaining attendees crowded around the table.
"I'm sure you all know why we're here." Dumbledore spoke at last, officially starting the meeting. "After many years in hiding, Voldemort has finally revealed himself to the public. And as much as I hate to admit it, we are unprepared for the coming storm."
"What do we need to do then?" Remus Lupin asked.
"For now, the Ministry will be our main focus. Specifically, the Wizengamot, along with the Department of Mysteries." Tonks frowned at that last mention, not understanding what Dumbledore wanted with the Department of Mysteries.
Harry and his group had never mentioned anything related to the Unspeakables, and yet the various members present all nodded as if understanding exactly what Dumbledore was getting at.
Dumbledore smiled. "Let us begin our first topic of discussion, being our campaign to have Kingsley be elected Minister."
-
It was just plain luck that Kingsley approached her about joining a secret organization to fight Voldemort. Or at least, that's what Nymphadora thought initially, only for the entire meeting to center around campaigning for Kingsley to become Minister.
Many of the members had left as that topic of conversation came to an end, and Tonks had to wonder if this really was some secret group, or just Kingsley's Ministerial Campaign dressed up in fancy colors. Until finally, Dumbledore made them move onto another subject.
"There is another matter that needs to be discussed." Dumbledore said, looking every bit of his age in that moment. "Being what to do with Harry Potter."
"With Harry?" Mrs. Weasley squeaked, while Nymphadora tensed up. "What do you mean, 'what to do with him'? And what's all this nonsense about him and all those dastardly women?"
"I am afraid that my actions have pushed Harry away after the events of last year." Dumbledore looked terribly regretful. "As such, the boy has become frustrated, and has gone on to forge his own path in fighting Voldemort."
"Bah!" Snape scoffed in derision. "You say that like the boy hasn't simply overindulged himself in the pleasures of the flesh! He's no different than his Father or Black."
Nymphadora's hand unintentionally tightened into a fist in that moment, her eyes narrowing as she tried to keep her anger under control.
"Do not be crass, Severus. Your disdain for Harry in this matter is unwarranted." Dumbledore stared sharply at Snape before looking at the rest of the room. "Harry has created an obstacle for us to avoid when fighting Voldemort, being himself and his allies. I've learned that he's formed an elite group specifically for fighting Death Eaters, and has even begun forming his own political coalition within the Wizengamot with the backing of House Bones and House Greengrass… with the reasoning behind their support being obvious."
"Marriage contracts?!" Molly Weasley looked scandalized. "So that's why Harry's getting with all these women?"
Kingsley leaned forward. "You want us to stop him?"
"No." Dumbledore said softly. "We cannot stop him, we can only watch him for now."
His eyes turned toward Tonks.
She stiffened. "Me?"
Dumbledore nodded, confirming that he wanted her to watch Harry.
"Surely you don't need Nymphadora to get close to the boy, Dumbledore." Arthur spoke then. "Hermione and Ron are around him all the time at school."
"Harry's activities caught even myself by surprise." Dumbledore explained. "We need someone to get close to him from outside Hogwarts, and to find out just what he is planning."
"Why me?"
"Because you are young enough to understand him." Dumbledore said. "And just old enough to get his attention. Harry seems to have a fascination with older and powerful women—as show by the likes of Madam Bones and Ms. Zabini. He does not seem to be typically attracted to the opposite sex in a way that is healthy, instead gravitating towards those who seem to be dangerous."
Her face flushed slightly, but she didn't back down. "You want me to seduce him?"
Molly looked horrified. "Albus, she's just a girl—"
"I want you to watch him." Dumbledore said firmly. "I want you to get close. Close enough to know if he is still our Harry… or something else entirely. Because if he isn't…" He let the silence finish the thought.
"Surely you exaggerate the matter, Albus." McGonagall looked a bit shaken. "Potter might be different from before, but he's always been principled and virtuous at the very least… even if he breaks a few rules from time to time."
Snape snorted in contempt, while Dumbledore took a long moment before he finally responded.
"I once knew a boy like Harry. That same boy was praised by all of his Professors as a genius, while everyone close to him claimed he was thoughtful and kind. Yet no one could've predicted that same boy would one day turn into Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore said brutally. "Already, Harry has demonstrated traits that Tom Riddle once possessed, and furthermore has proven that his lust for power far exceeds anything I imagined. If we let him continue on his current path… I feel that Lord Voldemort will become the least of our worries."
Tonks leaned back, rubbing her temple to try and push down her unease. "I'll do it."
-
The anti-apparition wards just so happened to go up when she was in the middle of her workout. As such, Julia Zabini was left wearing a sports bra and leggings as she silently made her way through the various hallways and secret passageways in her new home.
The newly-purchased Zabini Manor was a property she had acquired only a couple of months ago. It sat on the coast facing westward, formally being a muggle property that she purchased through some complicated arrangement which allowed her to pay for it with Gringotts galleons which alchemists turned into gold bars. It meant the Zabini vaults would take a hit, but the end result of having a new Manor for future generations of House Zabini to live in was worth the cost.
At least, that was what she hoped, until Voldemort's Death Eaters stormed the place and began vandalizing everything in sight. The only saving grace was that they didn't burn down the old Manor immediately, instead entering it and scouring every room. They must be looking for me.
Those close to Harry Potter always took their security very seriously, with the fear of Voldemort's reprisal always being prevalent. Narcissa was safe at Hogwarts, Sirius had the wards surrounding Grimmauld Place, and Amelia Bones had the protection of the Aurors in her service to name just some of their protections.
And while Julia could always rely on Grimmauld Place as her residence, the old Black family townhouse wasn't exactly welcoming when it was just her around with only Sirius and an imprisoned Bellatrix for company. That led her to where she was now, having purchased her own Manor, only to have it attacked by Voldemort's followers. Just my luck. I guess it's back to the hospitality of Grimmauld Place after this.
She tried not to sigh in despair at that thought, having wanted to get her hands on a home where Harry could visit and fuck her whenever he wanted. Instead she would be back at square one, reduced to living in the old House-elf's quarters that Harry originally put her in.
Save those thoughts for later. She softly opened a secret hatch on the second floor of the home and dropped down, landing on the old wooden rafters above the home's kitchen. Down below her were two Death Eaters, both unmasked as they indulged themselves in drinking wine from bottles she had collected over the years.
One of them had a crazed look in his eye, having shaggy brown hair that made him look unkempt. "I can't wait to get my hands on this bitch."
"Zabini, you mean?" The other man hummed, being bald and looking like he was a career criminal. "I heard she's crazy, and that the Dark Lord wants her for leverage over Potter."
They want me alive. She immediately deduced, listening to the two men's conversation silently as to not alert them of her presence.
"It's the crazy ones who are best in bed." The brown haired one said with an unstable smile on his face. "No wonder Potter went after her, even if she's more likely to kill him than anything else."
Julia's eyes narrowed into slits then, and before she could stop it, her wand shot out, sending a cutting curse that tore the man's arm clean off. The brown haired one screamed in pain while his bald buddy tried to get his wand out to get her, yet Julia was faster as she changed targets and hit him with a withering curse in the head, which killed him in an instant.
That was when she jumped down, grabbing onto a nearby beam to swing downwards right towards the brown haired Death Eater. She landed on his head, sending him to the floor as her legs happened to wrap around the man's neck.
Her thighs were big, thick, and succulent, being a part of her body that Harry loved. But it wasn't just good genes which gave her such a gift, but hard work from years of exercise and spell practice. And while she would never be as fit as Amelia Bones, Julia was still althletic enough to put most Witches to shame. Spell combat and sex were two very important things to her, and exercise was needed to improve upon both. It ended up with her having thick, strong thighs that could crush a watermelon, or in this case… a neck.
CRACK
The Death Eater's neck snapped with minimal effort on her part, and already she was on her feet and on the move. Julia burst out of an already destroyed door that led out of the manor, and immediately made a beeline to the edge of the wards where she could apparate away.
"Stop her! She's trying to escape!" Someone yelled from behind, followed by a spell that overshot her head by a few inches.
"Morgana's fat fuckin arse!" She swore violently, having to dodge to the side and run in a zigzag as the Death Eaters noticed her presence. She didn't expect anyone to notice her fleeing, and she quickly cast a crummy disillusionment to try and help.
Stunning spells were the least volatile pieces of magic being thrown her way as she ran, as all sort of dark curses missed her partly-invisible form by mere feet. She even noticed a few cruciatus curses mixed in, and when none of those did the trick, her opponents wised up and used the incarcerous spell to try and trip her with ropes.
Suddenly, the ground to her left was uprooted by an explosion, causing Julia to stumble to the right. Yet that was when the place to her right also exploded, having been hit by a bombardment curse. Despite not having directly hit her, the curse still upended her body and sent her flying through the air. She landed on her back, feeling the wind get blown out of her lungs by the fall, as she gasped for hair.
"F-Fuck..." She could hear the Death Eaters making their way across the grounds towards her, and Julia knew that there was no chance she could recover in time to escape to the edge of the anti-apparition wards.
"Restrain her, and make sure to take her wand." A harsh voice ordered as the Death Eaters drew near. "The Dark Lord wants her unspoiled."
Two cloaked followers of the Dark Lord entered her vision, and one of them pointed his wand at her to disarm her. "Expel-"
"STUPEFY!"
A dozen red bolts shot out from the edge of the wards, and the Death Eaters surrounding her were suddenly knocked down unconscious. Julia couldn't help but let out a relieved breath as red-cloaked aurors charged towards her Manor with their wands held aloft.
All of a sudden, a redhead woman leaned into Julia's vision, with intense blue eyes that studied her carefully. "Are you alright, Ms. Zabini?"
Amelia Bones was someone that Julia Zabini had worked very hard to avoid over the years. She had always envisioned their first meeting being the redhead arresting her, and yet it seemed that fate loved its irony, as it was Amelia Bones who was saving her instead of dooming Julia to a eternity in prison.
She pushed herself up, refusing to show weakness in front of such a powerful woman despite her own injuries. Julia could feel the pain in her ribs, as well as some blood on her chin, all of which having been caused by her harsh fall.
But she didn't focus on her own condition, instead focusing in on the redhead standing across from her. A thick, red, auror trenchcoat wrapped around her form, doing nothing to hide her curvy figure that emphasized wide hips and utterly huge breasts. Beautiful red hair that framed perfect lips and blue eyes, along with a monocle which somehow made her intimidating, all while the redhead eyed her in a way that wasn't entirely hostile.
The two of them together brought a lot of attention from the nearby male aurors. After all, they were both the archetype male fantasy, both being buxom older women with bodies built for sin. And if it wasn't their bodies that drew attention, then it was the sight of Harry Potter's newest love interests interacting with one another.
No one had ever seen them in public together, and there was certainly a lot of speculation on how exactly Harry Potter ended up with both the DMLE Director, as well as the witch who was the redhead's very antithesis.
"Yes, I am fine." The Black Widow answered at last. "Although I'm curious how you knew to come here."
"Ms. Black was nice enough to inform me of your new home, along with its location." Bones answered. "After that, I ordered this area to be monitored for any unauthorized spell casting and apparitions. Death Eaters are known to attack muggles, and there was no reason for so many adult wizards to be out here in the first place while using such dangerous spells."
To think this woman wasn't placed in Slytherin. Julia felt her respect rise for Madam Bones then, despite the fact that the woman had been spying on her. Her home was located in a muggle area, meaning Amelia's explanation actually made sense to have the area monitored.
"Spying on a private citizen?" She decided to test the woman. "Perhaps Skeeter should write an article?"
"So you're the one who put Skeeter on a leash." The DMLE Director sounded almost amused. "I don't know whether to put you in cuffs, or give you a reward for reigning in that woman."
She hummed. "What could you possibly give me?"
"My endorsement in the Wizengamot, for one." She answered. "Along with a place in my faction. Narcissa and Harry are both planning to take up their seats in the new year, and House Zabini is soon to be promoted to noble status."
Indeed, part of their plan was to raise Julia's family up in peerage in order to artificially gain more members in Amelia's Wizengamot faction. It was a cheap trick, and something many Lords looked down upon, but with desperate times came desperate decisions.
With that said, the more endorsements a new House received upon being raised to Noble status, the higher their prestige rose. Those Houses that endorsed them, however, would forever carry the judgement with having made such a decision. And if a House they endorsed fell from grace… they too would suffer an extreme embarrassment.
While Julia was entirely devoted to Harry, and already onboard with supporting his goals, that didn't mean she wasn't a little selfish. Mistress she might be, but at the end of the day her House's future was still important.
"And what do you want in return?" She asked.
"I need someone on the inside with the Death Eaters." Amelia stated. "Dumbledore has Snape, but he will never share information with me. And so I want you to get as much information as you can from Voldemort's followers."
"You want me act as a spy?" She voiced with some surprise, all while she thought the proposition over. Everyone else in Harry's group was doing their part, with Narcissa and Greengrass at Hogwarts, Amelia in the DMLE, and even Rita was writing articles to prop up their cause. The only one jobless and without a real purpose was her, making the decision quite easy. "I'll do it."