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A Drift In Time: Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2024-12-05 16:30:02 +0000 UTCThe night sky was filled with shouts and cries of pain as Death Eaters rained down carnage in more than one hotspot around the woods that surrounded the Quidditch stadium. Screams echoed around, scattered with the crackling sounds of spells hitting their targets as Death Eaters and aurors fought near the campsite. Tents were ablaze, and the acrid smell of smoke mingled with the metallic tang of blood.
Death Eaters moved about like shadows in the dark, their chosen attire camouflaging them nicely. However, like the cocky bastards that they were, they always announced their presence, their sinister laughs cutting through the panicked cries.
Evacuation had finished a while ago but many people had separated and gotten lost, only to either roam around helplessly or be found by the people that were hunting them.
Far from all the chaos, a pair walked through the woods, their hands clasped. Harry led the way, his magical senses at a high as he searched for the nearest group of Death Eaters to send to their maker. There was no sound of spellfire near them, nor any hint of panicked or painful screaming. It was all deathly quiet.
A step behind him followed his dear follower and lover, Ginny Weasley, her red hair flowing behind her as she kept her eyes trained forward. Her thoughts were varied, excitement of the putdown she had witnessed only minutes ago only surpassed by the lust for the man who had carried out said putdown.
“Tell me Gin,” Harry suddenly spoke, breaking her out of her thoughts. Her gaze shifted to his face as he kept his eyes straight ahead. “What did you think of what happened earlier?”
Ginny’s eyes glittered with cruel satisfaction as she gazed at him.
“Malfoy screamed like a stuck pig until the end,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain and mockery. “And to think he always strutted around like the place belonged to him. It’s rather fitting, don’t you think?”
“Your family hates that man and his ilk, eh?” Harry chuckled.
“Not that they help matters,” Ginny shrugged. “But I do see it. We’ve always hated the Malfoys.”
“Hmm. Maybe something happened in the past,” Harry mused aloud.
“He deserved worse though,” Ginny spat without any sympathy. “They all did.”
“Mmm. They surely did. But I think putting them down like the rabid dogs that they are makes sense as well.”
“I guess,” Ginny muttered. “What’s next? More Death Eater hunting?”
Harry’s grin widened as he stopped, pulling Ginny close. “My, aren’t you getting a little too excited for your first time, my dear?”
“Like I was for my other first time?” She asked cheekily.
Harry smirked and stepped close to her, lovingly stroking her curves as Ginny moaned in approval. “Next, we continue what we’ve started. And we finish it if we can. Knowing these idiots, they’ll be having their fun until they feel the aurors are coming, so we might come across a few more groups.”
“Good,” Ginny said darkly. “Because none of them deserve to live.”
Harry smirked, and kissed her firmly, biting on her lip with a painful tenderness. The redhead moaned in protest when he pulled away.
“Work first, pleasure later,” he reminded her, leading them away.
They moved like predators in the shadows, with Harry tracking the nearest group in the far ends of the forest. He sensed three individuals, and once he deemed them near enough, he came to a stop. His wand was already out so it took him no time to cast an anti-apparition ward around the area.
“Now let’s go greet our friends, shall we?” He grinned.
The three Death Eaters stood surrounded by a couple of unrecognizable bodies—individuals who had the bright idea to try to flee from them.
“Pesky brats,” the one in the middle hissed. “Where’d Malfoy say he’d be?”
“Down south,” the one on the left replied.
Together, they turned around and twisted on the spot.
“Fuck!” They cursed as one when a sudden jolt passed through them, and their eyes widened. “Anti-apparition ward!” “Wands out!”
They stood with their backs to each other, their wands pointed forward as they eyed their surroundings warily.
Meanwhile, behind a few rows of trees, Harry’s eyes gleamed with malevolent anticipation as he stepped forward with Ginny in tow. He did not bother to quieten their approach as dry leaves and twigs cracked under their feet, letting their prey know death was coming. They emerged from behind the trees, and the three Death Eaters immediately spotted them. Alas, it had already been too late.
Three killing curses shot forward, and with a lazy flick of his wand, Harry tore a chunk of the ground off. He pulled it upward, and the bolts of sick emerald slammed into it, sending dust and debris flying around. With another flick, Harry reversed the spell, rendering the ground unblemished like before. The three Death Eaters stood seething, yet wide-eyed.
“P-Potter…"
“Well, well,” Harry drawled, his voice filled with disdain and mockery. “What do we have here? Cowards taking their cruelty out on youngsters? Can’t find someone your age, dipshits?”
The one on the left, the tallest and the lankiest of the lot, shakily lowered his wand and removed his mask. He could not have been older than twenty-five, if even that. “W-we didn’t—We were just following orders—“
“Oh shut it already, will you?” Harry cut him off, flicking his wand. A jet of red light lashed out, shooting through the clearing and slicing through the man’s throat with surgical precision. Blood sprayed around, squelching, as the man’s body fell to the ground in a lifeless heap.
It all happened within three seconds, and the remaining two Death Eaters jerked back in shock. This was Harry Potter! Dumbledore’s little lamb! What was he doing out here, killing people!?
“Spare me the excuses, you cunts,” Harry sneered. “You kill innocents? You better be prepared to be hunted.”
The two Death Eaters shook where they stood, slowly turning back to Harry, their bravado all gone. “P-Potter… Please!” The new one on the left stammered. “We’ll— We’ll leave! You— You’ll never see us again!”
Nothing. There was no response from Harry. He stood there, staring at them, and a comical silence ensued.
Suddenly, Harry let out a chilling laugh that seemed to scare the living daylights out of the two Death Eaters. They could not believe it was truly Harry Potter that stood before them. This monster looked and seemed nothing like him.
“Oh, I’ll make sure of that,” Harry’s grin was feral.
Without another word, he thrust his wand forward and a silent Cruciatus Curse slammed into the man who had stammered. The Death Eater screamed in excruciating pain, thrashing on the hard ground as the spell ravaged his body.
“You thought all this would be a game, didn’t you?” Harry asked in a tone that made it seem as if they were having a casual conversation. “Terrorizing innocents? Laughing in their pain? Leaving them like butchered carcasses? It’s high time someone showed you assholes how that feels.”
The tortured man writhed, his vocal cords giving away. No sound but raspy breaths escaped him, his mouth open in a silent wail. The other Death Eater shook where he stood, and in a moment of desperation, he lunged at Ginny, forgetting the fact that he was a wizard and could use his wand.
Ginny reacted on instinct, her wand shooting up.
“Reducto!” She cried out.
The spell hit the Death Eater head-on, and the explosive impact sent him flying into a tree. His body collapsed in a heap.
Ginny blinked, her chest heaving as adrenaline surged through her body. She slowly lowered her wand, and paying no regard to Harry who served righteous judgment to the other Death Eater, she began to step toward the body.
Her eyes took in the man’s state. Blood had already soaked his clothes, and his limbs were twisted at odd angles. Numerous bones had broken, both by the Reductor curse and the impact from colliding with the tree, and his vacant stare told the entire story. He was dead.
She felt a presence behind her and leaned against him, feeling his arms enveloping her. He stroked her gently, pressing featherlight kisses along her neck and exposed shoulder.
“Your first kill, Gin,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. His tone was almost reverent and she knew he had a proud smile on his face. “How does it feel, my dear?”
Ginny stared at the corpse for a few seconds, truly realizing the truth that stared her in the face. She had killed him. Slowly her face morphed, her lips curving into a calm, almost wicked smile. She allowed herself to press back against him, feeling him pull her firmly against her. Rubbing her perky rear against his hardening member, she glanced back over her shoulder and said softly, “Fitting. He, like every single one of those assholes, deserved it.”
Harry’s eyes darkened with lustful pride, and that was seemingly enough for Ginny. The look he was giving her—the sheer approval she could see in his gaze—felt better than a thousand praises she could hear from anyone else.
Her eyes glinted when he gave his wand a flick, decapitating the tortured Death Eater where he had been laid out, shivering uncontrollably. The man went limp instantly, and Harry brought down the anti-apparition ward.
“Just a second,” he whispered hotly, and Ginny felt a familiar twist in her gut as they apparated away.
They reappeared in a second, and the surroundings felt no different to Ginny. Before she could question him though, she felt a sudden rush of cold strike her lower half, and shocked, she gazed down to find her jeans had vanished. A grin overtook her features immediately when she felt his arousal pressing against her from behind. She could feel the rough texture of his jeans brushing against her bare thighs, and it sent a thrill through her body.
The cool night air seemed to sharpen every sensation, and her skin tingled with anticipation as she felt him lean forward.
Harry’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her exposed arse. His breath was hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You did very nicely, Gin,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "And now, you deserve a reward.”
Ginny leaned back further, grinding her ass more insistently against him. She could feel his length straining against the fabric of his pants, hard and throbbing with need. Her own body ached in response, wet and ready for him. The thought of being in the middle of the woods so soon after what they both had done—the smell of death still wafting off them—only made her crave him more, turning their coupling into something primal, something savage.
"Yes," she breathed, tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck. "Reward."
Harry didn’t waste any time. He spun her around, pushing her roughly against the tree right in front of him. The tree’s branches shook, leaves and twigs falling around them as Ginny’s hands pressed flat against his chest. She fisted his shirt for support and gasped at the contact against her back—Harry had vanished all her clothes apart from her bra and knickers, and the roughness of bark pushed against her. However, instead of being painful, it only heightened her desire.
Harry’s hands fisted in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. He kissed her firmly, his lips rough and demanding, licking and biting at her skin as if claiming her. Ginny moaned throatily, arching into him, her breasts pressing against his chest.
“You taste so good,” he growled, his voice muffled against her neck. “So fucking good.”
Ginny’s hands moved from the crumpled fabric of his shirt to grip his shoulders, and she pressed herself closer against him. At that moment, with lust and desire coursing through every vein in her body, she needed to feel him—all of him—against her.
“Take me,” she demanded, her voice hoarse and cracking with urgency. “Take me now!”
Harry did not need to be told twice. He pulled back just enough to wandlessly vanish his clothes before turning his attention to her. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her knickers and he dragged them down her thighs. Ginny kicked them off impatiently, not caring where they landed. All that mattered was Harry and the way his hands were parting her thighs, seeking out the heat between them.
“Spread your legs for me, Gin,” Harry commanded, his voice hoarse. “Show me how much you want me to reward you.”
Ginny obeyed without hesitation, her legs parting as she opened herself to him. Her knees trembled with need, and a moan escaped her lips when Harry’s fingers dipped into her, slick and warm, finding her drenched folds with ease. He stroked her with practiced precision, knowing exactly where and how to touch her to make her writhe.
“Ah!” Ginny cried out, her back arching as he found the perfect spot once again. “More of that. Please! More, Master!”
The word sent another jolt of pleasure through Harry who pulled back from her throat and gazed down at her lustfully.
“Begging already?” He teased, his fingers never slowing their rhythm. “Such a good little slut you are, Gin.”
Ginny bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans, but it was impossible. Every stroke of Harry’s fingers inside her, every dip, every curl brought her closer to the edge, and she could feel herself slipping, falling into that familiar abyss of pleasure.
“Ah yes, Master!” She panted. “I’m a little slut. Your little slut, Master. Only yours!”
Harry’s eyes darkened with lust and hunger. He withdrew his fingers from her gushing quim, hearing her moan softly in protest, and held them up to her mouth. Ginny got the memo instantly and was soon on her way to licking them clean.
“That’s right, Gin,” he said, his voice gruff. “You’re my little slut.”
Without another word, he vanished his boxers and freed up his cock. Ginny watched him, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of his hardness, throbbing and ready for her. He stepped closer, pushing her firmly against the tree as he aligned himself with her, and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one swift motion.
Ginny cried out in an alluring mix of enticing pain and exquisite pleasure, the sensation and the moment overwhelming her. Harry filled her completely, stretching her out tightly around him, and she could feel every inch of him pulsating with life inside her. The feeling was so overpowering that she tightened impossibly around him, and Harry’s lustful eyes darkened further when she started to shiver.
He quickly grabbed her arse and lifted her in the air, making her shakily wrap her legs around his waist as she rode out the most impossible orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.
The bark scratched her convulsing back but she felt no pain, lost in the sensations coursing through her. Meanwhile, Harry held her tightly to himself, pressing her against the tree as she came around him before he could even move.
“That’s got to be a record,” she finally said with a disbelieving chuckle, her arms wrapped around his neck.
“I hope you’re not done already, Gin,” Harry said with a hint of warning in his tone.
“Not at all,” Ginny replied, and with a salacious grin, she pulled back slightly before slamming herself against him. “Ah fuck yes!” She cried. “Fuck me, Master!”
Harry began to move, slow at first, savoring the feeling of her orgasmic pussy gripping him, but soon he sped up, driven by the same urgency that had consumed her.
“Harder!” Ginny cried, her nails digging into his back. “Please, Master! Harder!”
Harry obliged eagerly, thrusting into her with renewed vigor. His hips slapped against hers with brutal force, and each impact sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. Ginny was shocked to realize that a familiar tension was building up within her core once again, winding tighter and tighter with each slam Harry gave inside her.
“That’s it, Gin,” Harry grunted, his breaths coming in harsh gasps. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
Ginny’s vision blurred, tears of ecstasy pooling in her eyes as her body trembled with the second orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her within minutes. She could feel it approaching like a tidal wave ready to crash over her, and she knew she would not be able to hold on for much longer.
“Harry… Master… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“Cum for me, my little slut,” Harry growled, reaching up to grope her tit over the bra she still had on. There was a different allure seeing her clad in only that particular item of clothing as he kept her impaled on his cock, rocking her furiously as he hammered away inside her. “Let go, Gin. Cum for me.”
With a loud, strangled wail, Ginny surrendered herself entirely to him. Her entire body convulsed as she came around him for the second time, her walls clenching painfully around his cock, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Harry allowed himself to go over the edge, his thrusts becoming erratic as he emptied himself inside her, his groan of release mingling with her rampant cries. Ginny could feel him shooting his load deep within her with long, thick strokes and she latched onto him firmly, pushing her entire body against his as she came down from her orgasmic high.
For a long time, they stayed locked together, their bodies twitching with aftershocks as they breathed deeply and harshly. Slowly, Harry pulled out of her, his softening cock slipping out of her creampied pussy with a slick sound.
Panting, she stared at him, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
“So, I take it you’re a bit too happy with your reward?” Harry asked, his voice still rough from all the exertion.
Although tired and utterly spent, Ginny still had the strength to give him a wicked smile. “For now,” she purred, stretching languidly against him. “But I have a feeling that we’ll be doing more of this by the time the night is over.”
Harry chuckled, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his palms squeezing her arse cheeks softly.
“Count on it, my slut,” he murmured against her mouth. “But for now, we have other tasks. You’ve done it once, how about a few times more?”
Ginny shakily stood on her feet as Harry slowly lowered her to the ground, and she gazed up at him with a fetching grin.
“I’ll be happy to, Master.”
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Almost half an hour had passed since their little tryst in the woods, and they lingered for a moment amid the carnage, the scent of ozone and burning flesh thick in the air. Twisted limbs lay at unnatural angles, vacant innocent eyes staring up at them.
Harry nudged a fallen wand with his boot, a sneer playing on his lips. “They’ll move on,” he said, his voice low and deadly, “always searching for easier prey.”
He led Ginny toward the edge of the forest, the trees thinning as they walked up a steeper slope. As they reached the top, they found themselves on a small cliff overlooking a moonlit clearing.
Harry gazed at the jagged rocks and the forest clearing far below. His magical senses could feel the movement and it did not take long for his sharp eyes to catch it.
A small group of men in dark robes were chasing two fleeing women. The women stumbled, their light blonde hairs shimmering in the faint moonlight as their long skirts caught on roots and bushes. The Death Eaters, laughing cruelly, closed in, tossing out occasional spells to frighten them but making sure they came to no harm.
Ginny stepped up beside him, following his gaze, and her lips curled in a disgusted sneer. “More cowards on the prowl. Typical.”
Harry’s lips curled derisively, his eyes gleaming with disgust. “Just look at those lowlives,” he gestured with his chin. “They could easily apparate over and be done with it, but no, they’d rather chase their prey, savor the hunt, relishing in the little game that all this is to them.”
“Playing with their food, as they like to call it,” Ginny agreed. “It makes them feel powerful.”
Harry nodded absently as he squinted, scrutinizing the women closely. Something felt off here, and he had to check. He reached out with his magic, and immediately, a small smirk spread across his face.
“Or perhaps not,” he murmured, a hint of intrigue in his voice. Something about the women’s movements, the subtle tilt of their heads, the way they occasionally glanced back, not with fear, but with a strange, almost triumphant glint in their eyes… it didn’t add up earlier, but now that he knew what he did, it made perfect sense.
“Look closer, Gin,” he said, his voice amused. “They’re not running out of fear, they’re luring them. Look at their eyes, and focus on them properly. Tell me what you see.”
Ginny focused on the two women running away from their pursuers, searching for what Harry must have seen—any irregularity—and finally, she saw it. The women were smirking as they ran, exchanging glances before morphing their expressions into fearful ones whenever they glanced over their shoulders. However, what shocked her was the subtle magic she could feel radiating off them even from a distance.
“Veela,” she breathed, casting a disbelieving gaze at Harry as realization dawned on her. “They’re Veela!”
“Bang on,” Harry smirked. “And if I had to guess, they are members of the Bulgarian mascots.”
The chase continued under their watch. The Death Eaters herded the women toward the base of the cliff on which Harry and Ginny stood, not that those down below could see them. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Perhaps the women had led the Death Eaters here—with their backs against a massive rock wall, giving off the impression that they were trapped.
The Death Eaters closed in, their wands raised, and with leering smiles on their faces, their minds undoubtedly clouded with a hideous mix of alcoholic intoxication, murderous cruelty, and lust.
“And now the masks fall,” Harry whispered with a grin just as the terrified expressions on the women’s faces vanished, being replaced by predatory smirks.
The transformation was instantaneous and horrifyingly beautiful. Their delicate features elongated, their shimmering silver hair writhed like a living entity, and their fingers became talons sharp enough to cut through bone. Their eyes burned with an ethereal fire that froze the Death Eaters in place, and before they could even lift their wands, the veela struck.
One of the veela leaped on the nearest Death Eater, who screamed in panic, but it transformed into a gurgling sound as her talons slashed through his throat in a fountain of crimson.
The other veela moved with blinding speed, her wings beating the air, creating a whirlwind that sent the remaining Death Eaters sprawling. She landed gracefully amidst the chaos, her fiery gaze settling on a wizard scrambling to his feet. With a shriek that echoed through the forest, she plunged her hand into his chest, a sickening crunch accompanying the spray of blood as she ripped his heart out with savage precision.
The remaining Death Eaters stood still, their limbs frozen as they witnessed the carnage, and in no time, the two veela were upon them. They attempted to fire off curses, but the veela were too fast for them to catch.
Harry watched on in amusement from above, his arm wrapped around Ginny’s waist as he held her to himself. “Not bad,” he mused. “Efficient but dramatic. I might just approve.”
Ginny’s expression was a mix of awe and disgust. “Brutal, but beautiful.”
“More than those assholes deserve,” Harry said coldly.
Within moments, the clearing was silent save for the ragged breathing of the veela and the rustling of leaves in the night breeze. They stood amid the carnage, their limbs slick with blood, and their faces flushed with the thrill of the hunt. One of them ran a bloodied hand through her tangled hair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The other preened her wings, admiring the sheen of blood on her feathers.
Slowly, the veela morphed back, their transformations reversing, and with it, all evidence of the battle. The blood was gone, and so were any blemishes on their skin or hair, leaving them as breathtakingly beautiful as they always were.
In their moment of calm and triumph, they missed it.
One Death Eater, barely clinging to life, twitched, his hand moving weakly toward his wand. His eyes, glazed with pain and hate, locked onto the veela who had disemboweled his comrades. With a guttural groan, he managed to lift his wand, his voice a rasping whisper as he choked out the incantation, “Avada Kedavra!”
The green jet of light moved toward the unsuspecting veela who remained none the wiser. Her companion, however, saw it and her eyes widened in shock and fear.
“Ali—“
The veela was cut off as the curse reached its intended target, exploding upon impact, and the name died in her throat. However, her wide eyes widened even more when something happened.
A blur of motion, a flash of light, and a massive chunk of rock shot to the side along with dust and debris.
Her wide eyes took in her companion, perfectly fine, being shielded by a rock golem that had stood between her and the killing curse. Their eyes locked, and they teared up with tenderness, but an unfamiliar voice cut through their reverie.
“Well, well,” the voice drawled. “Aren’t you a tenacious little cockroach? Almost managed to spoil the fun, didn’t you?”
The two veela watched as a man descended from above, landing lightly on the ground with his wand held loosely in his grasp. His eyes were trained on the Death Eater who had cast the killing curse and their gaze shifted over, cold fury replacing the fear therein.
The Death Eater, meanwhile, stared, his face contorted into one of disbelief and fury. He tried to apparate, but jerked in pain, his eyes widening when he realized he could not run away.
“Yeah, no running for you, little cockroach,” Harry remarked. “Why, weren’t you having fun on your lovely chase?”
“Avada—“
The poor bastard tried.
With a flick of his wand, Harry sent a seething cutting curse that cleaved through his neck like a hot knife through butter. The Death Eater’s lifeless corpse slumped, his decapitated head rolling a few feet away.
With a confident smirk dancing on his lips, Harry shifted his attention to the two veela. “Honestly,” he began, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “Getting caught unawares like that? Amateurs.” He strolled towards them, radiating an aura of dangerous power. “You should thank your lucky stars that I was here to save your pretty hides, because you would’ve ended up as worm food otherwise.”
He stopped in front of the veela who had almost been hit, his eyes raking over her unblemished form. What he saw appealed to him very much, and he was not just talking about the enticing vision that the veela naturally was. It was the sheer brutality these women were capable of that enticed him, and slowly raking his eyes over her sexy form, he reached her face, looking her in the eyes.
He had expected gratitude, perhaps a flicker of fear. What he hadn't expected was the way she looked at him, her eyes wide and luminous, her lips parted slightly, and her breath coming in shallow gasps. It wasn't just gratitude he saw in her eyes, it was something else, something primal, something…hungry.
And then it hit him—a wave of almost intoxicating energy, a subtle pressure in the air, a sudden, overwhelming urge to touch her, to possess her. He recognized it instantly—the instinctive magic of a veela, awakened by the sight of a potent male, further amplified by the life debt she now owed him. Her allure washed over him, potent and intoxicating, making his blood sing and his senses sharpen. He felt a tightening in his groin and a primal instinct surged within him.
To the side, Ginny, who had been quietly watching the scene, also felt the shift in the air. She knew the stories and the legends of a veela’s allure, but this was the first time she was witnessing it, and she immediately felt the familiar wetness developing between her thighs.
Meanwhile, the veela took a shaky step toward Harry, her light blonde hair swaying alluringly as she walked.
“Thank you,” she breathed, her voice husky and low but laced with her allure that sent tingles of pleasure through Harry. “You… saved my life.”
Harry was not affected by the allure in the slightest, but that pertained to his control over his mind. A certain part of his body, however, was bound to be affected even if she had not been a veela.
He grinned, a gleam in his eyes. “Indeed, I did,” he said, his voice a low purr. “And now, it seems, I have a debt to collect.” His eyes shifted from the veela before him to the other, his gaze lingering on their captivating features, their powerful yet alluring bodies, and the raw magic that thrummed just beneath their skin. A slow smile spread across his face, a promise of pleasure and danger lurking in its depths.
“And I always collect my debts,” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper, the words a silken caress that sent a thrill of anticipation through the air. This was going to be interesting, he thought, very interesting indeed. After all, the night was still young, the air thrummed with magic, and he was surrounded by beautiful, deadly women—one of whom owed him her life—and the other… well, considering the glances he had seen them sharing and the look in her eyes when she gazed at him, Harry knew there was only one way for her as well.
He stepped forward, his voice almost a caress. “Tell me, what is your name?”
The veela whose life he had saved gave him what Harry could only call a ‘smile of desire’, for that was what it was. There could be no other name for it.
“Alisia,” she replied. “And this is my friend Irina.”
Harry smiled, sensing the magic that now bound this lovely and breathtaking beauty to him. It was ancient and primal, and it stirred a sense of satisfaction within him—one that he always felt with a woman devoted to him.
“Alisia,” Harry repeated. “And Irina. It seems fate is in my favor tonight.”
Alisia’s lips quirked into a smile of her own, one edged with her allure and the bond they shared.
“Perhaps it is.”
To be continued...
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TheWateringWizard
I knew we’d see Veelas at some point but I thought Fleur would be the one. Looking forward to what you’ll do with those two new girls
