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🕑 Added 2022-01-10 14:30:01 +0000 UTCSounds of spellfire filled the air as explosions rocked throughout the massive property of Bones manor.
Amelia knew this had been coming, and despite having taken adequate steps to ensure that the forces of Voldemort were kept at bay until help could arrive, it seemed all her efforts were for naught.
The auror force had been delayed, for what reason, she couldn’t explicitly state, but one thing she was sure of was that they had been diverted to other spots.
She cursed herself once again at her insistence on denying preferential treatment.
It was only last week that she had been appointed the new minister following the resignation of Fudge, and as expected, Voldemort had not wasted any time in cutting away at any competition. She had a fair idea regarding just who would replace her if something happened to her, and she had no intention of going down quietly. If she died, she would make sure she took as many of those fuckers as she could with her.
The only regret she felt was that she wouldn’t be able to tell him how she felt.
Amelia shook her head and refocused on the task at hand. It was a good thing that Susan had been staying with the Abbotts for a few days now.
‘At least she’s safe...’
She cast a quick piercing hex and it penetrated through the throat of one masked assailant, but two more took his place. A ferocious battle ensued, and she kept casting.
Bone-breakers, piercing and gouging hexes, with a few killing curses mixed in – all flowed one way and another, and it was all she could do to keep them at bay. The three death eaters were accompanied by about a dozen snatchers, and she was slowly chipping away at the cannon fodder until only three remained.
“Well, well, well... it seems you’ve got quite a bit of fire in you, Bones,” the silky voice sounded, and Amelia didn’t have to think much to recognize the voice of the blonde slimeball.
“More than enough to send you back to your maker, Malfoy,” she snarled as she prepared herself to jump back into action. That was easier said than done, however, as she had spent far too much energy throughout this battle. She could feel her wand arm shaking, and by the smirk on the face of Malfoy and his cronies, it was quite apparent that they knew the fact as well.
“Really?” Malfoy drawled with a nasty smirk, his face half-hidden under that silver mask. “Doesn’t look like it, Minister. I don’t think you’ve got in you to even cast a simple Lumos.”
The two other morons snickered, and she could easily make out the fat asses of Crabbe and Goyle. However incompetent the two might seem, they were still members of the Inner Circle, and it wouldn’t be prudent to take them lightly.
“You want to find out, asshole?” She shouted as she held up her wand firmly, pointing it at them.
“Quite a mouth you’ve got there, Bones.” Lucius snarled as he readied his wand. “Don’t worry. I’ll be merciful. Your death will be quick and painless. Goodbye, Minister.”
Amelia knew she didn’t have much left if any. She was panting harshly, a testament to the fact that her reserves were critically low, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to defend herself against all three of them. Just as she was about to lower her wand in acceptance of her fate, she noticed something peculiar.
Lucius must have noticed her gaze, as he turned abruptly to the side. However, he didn’t get even a moment to act as a blazing inferno resembling a massive stag engulfed him, burning him down in a crisp, before it fired a flamethrower at the spot where Crabbe and Goyle were standing together.
It took barely a second and not even their charred bodies remained as the burning stag kept its vigil in front of her and looked around.
Amelia was shocked. She couldn’t even react before it all happened. As she saw the stag slowly dissipate, she felt her knees buckling and she fell. However, before she could collide with the hard cobblestone floor, she felt firm hands support her, holding her up. She didn’t even notice the squeezing of an apparation until she was taken away to an unknown location.
Her feet skidding on the floor brought her out of her senses and she quickly pushed away, adrenaline filling her veins as she pointed her wand at the unknown figure. Her wide eyes further widened and her mouth dropped open when the figure dropped his mask. Unfathomable emotions swept through her as she gazed back at those familiar emerald eyes.
*****
It all had started over a year ago.
Amelia walked over to her seat at the podium. She was not fully aware as to why Cornelius had called a surprise trial. However, it soon became apparent when she saw him entering the courtroom.
‘No...’ she whispered, and she furiously looked at the minister.
However, she was powerless to stop it. The minister had passed the decree the previous week, and thus it was well within his power to hold any trial, even this one, as any other criminal trial.
As the trial proceeded, she could easily see it being rigged against him. He was being purposely ignored, his voice not being heard until he finally had had enough. That voice... no child could command power like that, and that was the first time Amelia realized that the young man in front of her, sitting on that chair and chained like a criminal, was no mere boy, but a man with the psyche of someone who had undergone numerous trials and tribulations in his life.
The sense of sympathy was overshadowed by admiration when she heard him speak and carry himself in such a dignified manner, not dissimilar to that of a veteran warrior.
She knew she had to do something. The minister was still intent on convicting him by any means, and Dumbledore’s insistence to convince Fudge of Voldemort’s return was not helping.
Finally, she managed to get his voice heard, and in any way she could, she gave him the opening to make his case. The look he had given her after being cleared explicitly signified that he was grateful and Amelia gave him a small smile.
When she got outside, she saw him talking to Arthur Weasley. She thought about talking to him. However, neither the environment nor the time was appropriate, and she settled for a formal greeting and a handshake.
As she walked away from them, she could feel a pair of eyes gazing back at her until she was out of sight.
The very same night, she had approached Dumbledore and was welcomed into the Order of the Phoenix.
*****
That was only the beginning. They kept encountering one another over the previous year, most noticeably when the minister had stormed to Hogwarts with an ample auror force and accused Dumbledore and him of killing Dolores Umbridge.
That had been shocking. Amelia knew what kind of woman Umbridge was, but the woman had always kept her tracks clear, leaving no evidence whatsoever. Quite similar to what he had done if the minister’s accusations were to be believed. The minister had bellowed and cursed but there was no evidence whatsoever against either him or Dumbledore. It wasn't even conclusively known if Umbridge was really dead, only the ravings of the minister persisted. It was entirely plausible that she had quit and run away.
However, Amelia knew different. He had stood there with a stoic look on his face as the minister had vented, and the cool tone with which he had verbally dressed down Fudge had sent a shiver down even her spine. Dumbledore had worn a pensive look on his face the entire time, and Amelia knew. She knew something had been done to get rid of Umbridge, and even if her duty called her to, she found she didn't really care.
She had been shocked at the entire ordeal. While Dumbledore had been silent, he had been cold, way too cold towards the minister. The only time his eyes had shown the slightest bit of emotion was when he looked at her. Her heart had sped up when she had seen that look in his eyes, quiet indiscernible but at the same time, very explicit.
She knew. She had seen that look in her own eyes whenever she thought of him.
*****
Their next encounter was both memorable and one that always filled her with longing.
The ministry had been deserted. And it was through sheer coincidence that she had gone back to fetch some files from her office. She was about to exit when she saw her Order bracelet shining. Her eyes widened when she saw it. A Level V emergency in the DoM.
Quickly, she had torn off to the bottom level, but not before sending alerts to her few trusted Aurors. They had been off duty, but an emergency called.
She was quickly joined by Proudfoot, however, she was surprised when Kingsley and Tonks failed to show up. Quickly realizing that they were possibly already inside, she made her way to the DoM with Proudfoot covering her flank.
The DoM was a mess; gadgets and debris were thrown around haphazardly and it was only when they reached the final room did they realize just what the matter was. Only a glance was enough to alert her as to what was happening.
Two sides were fighting – lethal curses and hexes being thrown around like toys as they fought to kill. Amelia saw Kingsley and Tonks fighting side by side and she quickly joined the fray.
Both sides were surprised, but the battle restarted in earnest when they realized just who they were. This was a brutal fight, and Amelia could see him fighting near the arch alongside Sirius Black.
When she had been told at first, she couldn’t believe it! Black was innocent? However it wasn’t possible to get his name cleared in the delicate situation the ministry was in, and they had understood the fact as well.
She saw Black cast a Confringo at Malfoy’s feet, blowing him off the platform before he was hit by a stunner, courtesy of Bellatrix. It all happened in slow motion. She saw him jump towards Black who was falling toward the veil, and quickly, Amelia cast Expulso, changing their trajectory so that both of them fell on the platform right before Black was swallowed.
She quickly looked over at Bellatrix but she had slithered away into the dark hallway. Leaving her, she rushed over to when the two wizards had fallen. She saw him hovering over Black, his face a mix of horror and hope and she placed her hand on his shoulder.
She was taken aback by the heated look he gave her before recognition dawned on him and he nodded slightly before scooting aside.
Amelia scooted on her knees and waved her wand over Black, frowning as she did so.
“He’s fine. Just some exposure to dark energy from the veil. Enervate won’t work. He’ll wake up on his own in a few hours.” He visibly sagged in relief as she said so.
“Thank you... for saving us, we’d be dead if you hadn’t...” He clarified at her confused look, and she smiled.
The battle had already died down. The Death Eaters that had been captured were all rounded up and Amelia was shocked when saw her niece among those who had been fighting.
“Don’t blame her,” he said when he saw her looking, and she tore her gaze back to his face. Was he somehow closer?
“Susan is a good friend. She only meant to help.”
Yep. He was definitely closer. She could feel her breath quickening and saw Susan spotting her. Just as her niece was about to walk towards the two of them, she stopped and her eyes widened in shock.
Amelia’s own eyes were wide in shock. It took her a few seconds to register what was happening before she melted. His lips were aggressive, dominant, and he gave no quarter. She didn’t know when it stopped and as they stayed there, on their knees, with Black sleeping right near them, she felt something missing already.
As he pulled back, he looked back at her and smiled. Amelia could only stare before realization finally dawned on her.
Susan’s eyes were wide, and they bugged out even further when she saw her aunt passionately kiss him for the second time.
His eyes widened when she did so before he kissed her back with equal fervor. Their lips mashed together and their tongues dueled for what felt like hours on end. Finally, after a long moment, the two separated.
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this...” he whispered as they rested their foreheads together, gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Me too,” she whispered before she smiled.
As he looked at her, he felt he could do anything to see her smile at him like that.
“Now... I’ve got some business to settle with someone.” His gaze had hardened once again, and with a soft kiss, he stood back before rushing toward the passage through which Bellatrix had escaped. Looking around, she saw nobody had paid any attention to them, too busy in the clearing job. Her niece, however, was looking at her with wide eyes before she gave her a wide grin.
She smiled back at her and rushed after him.
That had been a few months ago, and she had not seen or heard much of him since that night. She could still feel the way his lips had felt on her when they had finally parted ways after that revelation in Dumbledore's office. He had been angry, and that had added to his passion. She still had the marks on her neck and shoulders to prove it.
*****
The moment she saw his face, her wand clattered on the floor. In three quick strides, Amelia rushed forward and jumped him, her arms and legs wrapping around him as their mouths collided in a passionate kiss.
Warmth. Safety. Home.
Those were the words Amelia associated with him and as they continued to kiss each other, both of them felt their lust mounting.
After a long time of continuously devouring each other’s mouths, Amelia pulled back slightly and gazed back at him with half-lidded eyes. She could see her arousal being reflected in his emerald pools and happily surrendered to the feeling.
Their lips mashed together once again and Amelia ground her core against his hard groin. Harry hissed into the kiss and started walking, and as his legs hit the side of his bed, he threw her away.
Amelia landed on the soft mattress with a thud and smiled nastily. She knew what was to come and she was ready for it. They had waited long enough, and now they both wanted it.
With a wave of his wand, his clothes vanished and Amelia was struck dumb as she looked at his naked body. A finely sculpted frame adorned with slight muscles and abs, and a flat stomach gave way to his trimmed pubic area and Amelia’s heart lurched when she saw his erect manhood for the first time.
Scooting forward, she leaned on her knees in front of him and grabbed hold of his cock in her hand. She felt the thick, veined surface under her palm and gave a tentative stroke.
Harry grunted as she took hold of his throbbing erection and started to slowly stroke it. What she lacked in experience, she made up for it in her enthusiasm, and it didn’t take long for Amelia to form a rhythm and soon she took the head of his cock inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bulbous skin.
However, Harry was not known for his patience, and he demonstrated it perfectly when he shoved his fully erect cock down her throat.
Amelia’s eyes bugged out as her throat was elongated from the inside, and she gagged on his cock as he continued to furiously fuck her face. Thick streams of saliva slithered down her chin and over his cock and as Harry tugged at her crimson locks, Amelia felt her excitement levels shoot up.
Harry could feel his orgasm approaching and he pulled away from her, and Amelia quickly took hold of his cock and started to furiously stroke it. Harry grunted as he ejaculated his load all over her face.
Amelia moaned as she felt him coat her face with his cum and she slurped and licked all over the tip. She scooped his cum off her face and brought it to her mouth, looking up at him through her eyelashes nastily as she did so. Harry was panting and beyond aroused even after cumming as he gazed at this alluring beauty.
“You’re overdressed.” He grunted out and before she could reply, he grabbed her robes before he tugged hard at the middle. The silk clothing ruptured, and he tore it off her curvaceous frame harshly, leaving her in nothing but her silky bra and knickers.
Amelia smirked up at him before she stood up on her knees, getting her face level with his, and whispered, “Take me, Harry. Fuck me. Make me yours for good!”
Harry grinned ferally and with a shove, planted her on her hands and knees, her ass high up in the air, with only the flimsy material of her knickers protecting her damp pussy. Amelia moaned when he harshly tore it off her, and with no warning whatsoever, shoved his hard prick inside her dripping snatch.
Amelia howled in a mix of pain and pleasure at the feeling of being penetrated by such a massive cock. She had only had her fingers and her dildo to go by to date, and the feeling of being fucked by a real cock was something else altogether.
Harry wasted no time and started to furiously thrust inside her. His hips were clapping harshly against her bubble butt and as he sunk his fingers hard into her supple ass, he felt like he could do anything.
Amelia could feel him going deep inside her, reaching places she didn’t know existed, and she felt her orgasm quickly approaching. Her heaving tits were hanging inside the confines of her lace bra and Harry brought his hand up and unlatched the hook. Fisting the strap in his hand, he tugged harshly and brought her up. As Amelia felt her back collide against his front, Harry tore her bra off her, freeing up her big tits and as he continued to fuck her harshly, he brought his hands up and started mauling her melons.
Amelia moaned as she was doubly assaulted, and as she tilted her head sideways in a loud moan, Harry swiftly cut her off and planted his lips on hers. The two lovers continued to nastily kiss each other, and Amelia felt his left hand drop down to her clit.
She cried out in pleasure when he started to furiously rub her clit, and her body buckled as she felt her orgasm tear through her. Unceremoniously, she fell forward and dragged Harry with her, and as she collided with the mattress, she howled when his cock plunged deep inside her wanton pussy.
Harry wasted no time. Quickly turning her around, he shoved his hard cock back inside her dripping snatch. His cock was covered in her orgasmic fluid and as he looked deep into her eyes, he smiled and pounded through her orgasm. As he felt his climax approaching, he made to pull out. However, Amelia had other ideas and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, burying him deep inside her.
“Give it to me!” She cried out in her orgasmic haze and Harry continued drilling away rapidly. Amelia felt him grunt and released a loud moan when she felt him shoot his load deep inside her waiting womb. Harry rocked slowly, his cock ejaculating thick spurts of his seed deep inside her.
It took them a few minutes to calm down. Harry carefully dropped down beside her, and Amelia cuddled up to him. Their breaths slowly evened out and through her crimson locks, Amelia looked up at him.
Harry saw her looking up at him and smiled. He brought his lips down on hers and kissed her sweetly – a sharp contrast to their passionate lovemaking.
“I love you.”
Harry’s eyes bugged out. His neck twisted as he looked down at her with widened eyes.
“When I realized I was going to die, that was the first thought in my mind. That I won’t get to tell you how I feel. But I’m not going to waste any time now, Harry. I love you with all my heart.”
His heartbeat was racing and his mind was in a haze before euphoria took over. He quickly pulled her on top of him and locked their lips together in a heated kiss.
“I love you too,” he whispered and was rewarded with a brilliant smile. As they locked their lips together and Amelia lined his cock up against her pussy once again, Harry realized that he would do anything to see her smile at him like that forever.
Little did he know that his forever was going to be made official soon as the fruit of their union was about to knock on their doorstep. And if you could tell his past self that he would be married to such an amazing woman and be blessed with two wonderful kids, he would’ve called you an idiot.
However, that’s how life works, and as Harry witnessed, his hardships were rewarded with a loving wife and two beautiful children with their world flourishing in the post-Voldemort era.
All was well.
Comments
Eric Dettenrieder
Excellent job! Thank you for your hard work!
