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The Forgotten Son
A lone figure covered in a black robe makes their way through alleys and buildings. The person continues to walk through the darkness passing by through drunks, junkies and suspicious figures.
Behind said person are two mysterious figures as well covered in cloaks. They follow but keep a hidden distance away.
Finally the person stops in front of a small hidden building. The building was made out of wood, dark and molding. It's clear that the owner has not been keeping up with the latest trends. The cloaked person opens the door and enters the room. The room was dark with the only light being small candles placed in strategic positions. The person looks around seeing all the contraptions around them. Eyeballs of different species in jars filled with ooze. Skeletons of creatures unknown to the person and skeletons of human remains. The person begins to remove their wand from their robes but an old man's voice draws their attention.
"I see I have a customer," the old man says before chuckling. The old man was bald with white hair on the sides of his head. His nose was long and crooked with a giant mole on the left nostril. His most notable feature was his black eyes. He walks towards the cloak figure and eyes them up and down still smiling. "To who do I owe this pleasure?"
The cloaked figure tosses him a bad of gold, the old man weighs it on his hand and puts it into his pocket.
"John Doe it is then. So what can I help you with today sir?" He walks over to one of his shelves containing old books while the mystery man follows after him. "Perhaps you're looking for knowledge of the ancients, knowledge so vast and terrifying that the Wizengamot has banned such books and has even gone to great lengths to burn them all."
"I'm not interested in such books, I come for information on a certain man." The person says revealing a woman's voice.
"Ah my mistake, Jane Doe." The old man sighs tiredly and heads back to his counter. "Well I don't really sell that kind of information. You see clients safety and all that."
The woman turns and looks at the human skeleton being hung.
The old man smiles, "she didn't pay what she owed."
The woman throws another pouch of gold onto the counter. The old man gazes at it greedily and asks, "who is the man you looking for,".
"He goes by Harry Carter. He's 25 years old and has green eyes. He's currently residing in Los Angeles California."
"If you know that much already I wonder what do you expect me to know,"
"His business dealings, he's come here before hasn't he?"
"Hmm one or twice. He comes when he pleases and whenever he needs to sell something…frowned upon amongst the Wizengamot. I tend to buy anything and everything of interest whether it be smiled or frowned upon."
"What did he sell to you,"
"Hmm, experimental potions mostly but sometimes he sells me body parts." He couldn't see the woman's expression but he could feel her horrified expression. "Animal body parts, not human I assure you." He lied to her smiling.
The woman was no fool though, she saw through his lie but didn't push further on it. It was clear the man wasn't going to go further on the subject. "When does he normally come?"
"Aw come on, you knew he came here but didn't know when?" The old man mocks. He could feel her patience begin to thin. "Such a foolish woman."
The woman grabs him and pulls him over the counter. "WHEN DOES HE COME!"
The old man's smile hasn't dropped, in fact it's gotten bigger. "You know, at the beginning I thought it was strange for a person to come here all cloaked like that. In these parts wearing those cloaks makes you more visible than if your weren't. Which then got me thinking, you don't belong around these parts. This got me thinking who are you? Obviously not a man but who are you. You know personal information about Carter but know nothing about his dealing and his affairs with humanity. You had to be someone close and yet so far. You are his mother aren't you, Lily Potter." He grabs her cloak and removes it revealing Lily Potter and she's not happy.
Lily glares angrily at the old man and throws him down onto the floor. She removes her wand and unleashes a barrage of stinging hexes at the old man.
He screams out in pain but continues to laugh away.
"Tell me everything you know!"
"He-he likes hamburgers!"
He gets hit with another stinging hex.
"He's a shy pooper!"
Another stinging hex. By this point Lily was furious and begun toying with the idea of murder. Of course she needed the man alive, however afterwards there was no telling what could happened. After all, the building was in poor conditions and he is an old man so it wouldn't be that far fetched for the building to come down on him, killing him in the process. But for now she would be patient for she needed answers.
The old man stops laughing and picks himself up. He stretches his back and cracks it. He sighs in content and looks at Lily with his black piercing eyes. "You've no patience for this do you?" He walks over to some shelves of his. Lily continues to aim her wand towards him. "You want to find your son and yet he doesn't want to be found. The department of law enforcement has ways to find people however they only work under certain conditions. You need a way to find him without those conditions I assume?"
Lily doesn't answer him.
The old man removes a book and blows on it clearing the dust. He walks over to the counter and lays it down. Opening the book he starts turning page after page until finally he reached the page he was looking for. "Ahah! I knew it." He motions for Lily to come over.
Lily keeping her distance comes over carefully. She looks at the book and doesn't recognize it. "What is this book?"
"This my Jane Doe is no ordinary book. For you see, this book contains information of ancient artifacts lost throughout the ages. Meaning-"
"Because they're ancient there are no methods to defend against them." Lily finishes fascinated by the book.
"Indeed," the old man says while grinning. He points to he artifact in the book, the artifact was small and took the shape of the world, "this particular artifact is able of locating and finding any and all persons, within the realm of earth of course."
Lily takes a moment to study the page and reads it carefully. She can't understand the book however, it's written in an unknown language. She shakes her head frustratedly, "I can't read it'.
"That is because it is written in the first language ever conceived on earth. The language of the angles," he explains. He licks his lips and begins reading, "It says the artifact requires blood, you see blood is the currency of the ancients. Unlike us they do not believe in knuts, sickles, or galleons. Blood is the life, blood is the truth." The old man explains, creeping Lily out.
'He spoke in present tense, is he just crazy or are the ancient-'
"If you want this artifact you'll have to go elsewhere for it unfortunately I do not contain it in my humble shop." He says with a sad expression.
Lily now forced on another subject forgets her earlier thoughts. "Where can I find this artifact?"
The old man shrugs his shoulders.
Before Lily could say anything the two men from earlier enter the store. Both remove their wands and begin releasing curses upon the duo. The old man ducks behind the counter while Lily does her best to retaliate.
'Who are these men?! How did they find me?!' Lily asks herself.
The two men begin to flank her from opposite sides while still firing curses.
Lily looks around to find anything that can help her. While looking around she notices the old man has disappeared. She's confused as how an old men is able to disappear like that but she's brought back to focus as the curses continue to bombard her. 'Dammit! There is no time for that.' She looks up to see a mirror positioned facing down. She's able to see the two men walking towards her. She breaths in and out before whispering the spell, "Avis,". Suddenly from the tip of her wand birds begin to fly out and attack and confuse the two unknown assailants.
The two men swat away at them and try to get them off but the birds are too many.
Lily takes this opportunity to get up and shout, "Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalus!" The man to her left got tied up while the other lost his wand. Lily removes her birds and points her wand at the only one left standing. The man has both hands raised high. "How did you find me?" She asked.
The man gulps and answers, "I don't know! All I was told was that I would find you here," the man answered afraid for his life.
"Who told you?"
The man doesn't answer, he shivers and sweats.
"Who told you?!" She asked even harsher now.
The man opens his mouth to speak but immediately begins foaming from the mouth. He falls to his knees and hold his stomach. The man combust into flames causing the man to scream and roll around on the floor. Suddenly the other man also suffers the same effect. In seconds both men have died leaving Lily alone in a shop with two piles of ashes and one destroyed room.
Lily covers her nose in disgust at the horrific smell left behind. Turning around she sees the book still there on the counter and without a moment of hesitation she grabs it and flees the scene not noticing the old man watching her go.
The old man smiles and starts laughing to himself. "It's all just to easy," he says while snapping his fingers. In a split second everything went back to the way it was, it's as if the room hadn't just been destroyed. The two piles of ashes were collected and placed into jars. "Now then, I wonder what little trinkets she'll find for our masters." The old man says while staring into space with a dazed look on his face.
Daphne wakes up sore and tired, her eyes are still groggy. She stretches her arms and legs before sitting up on the bed. She looks around to see alcohol littered on the floor and around the bed. Her head begins to hurt so with one hand she tries to sooth it by rubbing her temples. "What happened last night?" She asks herself while trying to remember the night before but for whatever reason can't. She gets off the bed and looks around her body for any clues, some slight bruising but nothing to serious. She looks to the bed but sees no blood. "Did we consummate the marriage?" She then remembers the reason why their is no blood.
There is no blood because she had recklessly given her first to a stranger. In the heat of the moment it seemed like a good idea. At the time she viewed it as a way to keep her freedom. At the time she had no regrets, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe she just wanted to flip off her middle finger towards her ancestors. But now, she only felt regret. The regret ate away in her stomach.
"What would Harry think? What would he do to me?" She hears someone walking towards the room and starts to think fast. 'Think Daphne think!' She looks around at all the alcohol. 'Maybe he was to drunk to notice! That means he might not have noticed yet!'
With that in mind she enacts her plan. She quickly grabs one of the broken glasses and heads over to where she originally was. Standing over the bed she grits her teeth in preparation for what comes next. She breathes in and out and then… slash. Blood drips from her wrist down onto the bed.
"Ahhhh," She moans in pain as the warm blood pours onto the bed staining the white sheets red.
*Knock, knock. "Excuse me madam but I have to clean the room, have you awoken?" Walter asks while giving her time to look presentable.
"Uh yes Walter, just give me a moment please." Daphne quickly moves away from the bed and runs into the bathroom to grab a robe in order to conceal her near naked body. She then quickly grabs a few bandages from one of the first aid kits there and wraps her wrist tightly. Once finished she runs over to the door and opens it allowing for Walter to enter.
Walter nods his head and enters the room. "Good morning madam. If you'd like please enter the dining hall, I've prepared a nice warm breakfast of omelets and greek yogurt with a beverage of strawberry banana smoothie." He says with a smile.
Daphne nods her head in gratification and leaves the room while also making sure to conceal her wrist.
After she left, Walter moved to clean the sheets however a red stain caught his eye.
Back with Daphne she enters the dining hall expecting to see Harry there, but he is no where to be seen. The only thing there was her plate of food and another plate, but it wasn't where he normally sat. Confused by this she leaves the room and tries to look around for him but to no avail. She reenters the dining hall but before she enters she can hear the sound of someone eating already. She enters the room to see Bellatrix eating from the other plate of food.
Bellatrix doesn't greet her, she continues to eat in silence.
Daphne takes her seat and also begins eating.
To be perfectly honest Daphne didn't know what to think of Bellatrix. Bellatrix was considered to be the rabid dog of Voldemort and yet here she sat, the tamed puppy of Harry Carter. Bella who once struck fear and despair into the hearts of men now sat here eating yogurt for breakfast. She couldn't comprehend it. What did Carter offer so that Bella would turn on her own long term master so easily in just one night. Daphne herself had a reason. To guarantee the safety of her own family. But she doubt Bella did it for some noble cause like that. Curious as to why she changed teams so easily she asked her a question.
"Miss Lestrange may I as-," She's cut off.
"Bella," She says before taking a spoonful of yogurt into her mouth.
Daphne looks at her apprehensively but says nothing about it, even if she was tamed a dog was still a dog. And all dogs bite.
"Bella," Daphne says correcting herself. "I was wondering, what made you change sides?"
"His dick," she answered before taking a sip of her drink.
Daphne looks at her with widen eyes at her boldness. She'd never met a woman who would declare something so openly to the wife of said husband. Back in Hogwarts there were girls who would do it, though more out of pity jealousy than anything else.
Bella looks at her perplexed face and gives her a teasing smirk. "He fucked me until I literally couldn't live without his cock in me," After a few moments of silence Bella laughs. "I'm kidding, come on where's your sense of humor?" She says while moving back to her food.
"I suppose I left it back with my family," Daphne says full of spite and annoyance.
Bella swallows her food, "So what's your story Mrs. Potter? Gambling debt? His dick? Love at first sight? Why'd you marry the man?"
"I wouldn't exactly say I had much of a choice. It was an arrange marriage dating back to one of my ancestors. Had we not wedded in time both our lives would have been forfeit."
"Ah so you did have a choice," Bella says with a smug smile.
"Yes either die or be married to a man whom I've never meet. Not exactly prime options," She says dryly.
"Ahah, but you did have a choice. You did have free will. You chose to not die and marry a man you've never meet because in your mind, Harry was a much better choice for company than death. The way I see it you thought marrying was a much better option than death." Bella says while waving her fork around.
"Maybe, but just before I married him. I wanted someone to kill me" she says with a downcast expression.
Bellatrix hums to herself and then grabs the knife.
Daphne looks at her with a confused expression but then quickly jumps out of the chair dodging the slash aimed for her neck. "What are you doing?!"
Bellartrix doesn't answer and pounces on Daphne, holding her down to the ground. With the knife in hand she hovers it above Daphne's neck. And with a final look she thrust's down with all her strength but is stopped by Daphne's own hands.
Daphne had grabbed the blade tightly but because of that her hand was cut and was now bleeding down onto her face. But she dared not let go even though it was hurting like hell.
Both woman held the blade tightly, both pushing in opposite directions, but one woman was stronger than the other. Belltraix was slowly pushing the blade further until it finally reached her throat.
Daphne in desperation let go of the blade from one hand and punched Bella across the chin knocking her off of her. Daphne sits up and leans back against the wall, holding her throat. The blade did not pierce. She sighs in relief but tenses up as Bella stands up.
Bella looks at Daphne and smiles. She throws the blade over to Daphne. "There, you have your answer. In the end you didn't want to die. In the end you chose to live with Harry's company rather than Deaths. Or perhaps there is someone else you want to live with. Don't know, don't care. But at least now you know that you made the choice you least regret." With those final words she sits back down on her chair and continues eating her breakfast.
Walter enters the room and looks around at the state of the mess made. He sighs to himself. "Such troublesome maids I have here" He shakes his head and helps Daphne up to her feet. He sees the blood on her hands but that's not what catches his eye. It's the bandages wrapped around her wrist.
Daphne seeing this quickly hides away her hand and bows her head in gratification. "Thank you Walter,"
Walter bows his head and gives her some ointments for the wounds.
Daphne nods her head in gratefulness but then realizes that he had no way of knowing that she was cut during her little scuffle with Bellatrix. Meaning he had brought them for her wrist. She looks at him with a suspicious gaze.
Walter only gives her a smile.
"Oi, Walter," Belltrix calls out brining the focus to her.
"Where's Harry right now?"
"He is currently preparing for his wedding," He says with a smile. "I will be gone for the remainder of the day. I leave the state of the manor in your… capable hands," He says while looking at the state of the dining groom with apprehensive eyes.
Bella and Daphne nod their heads with Daphne giving him an apologetic smile.
With a nod Walter leaves the two women.
"Were you actually trying to kill me?" Daphne asked while rubbing the ointment on her hands.
"Yeah," Bella says uncaringly.
Daphne felt dumb for asking. She sat back down and wrapped her hand with more bandages. 'It's just the morning and I've already been cut twice today.' She thought to herself dryly. She looks at her wrist. 'Does Walter know?' She asked herself not fully knowing whether or not Walter knew what actually happened or if he was just a man who came prepared for every scenario.
Over in the department of magical law enforcement Amelia was gripping the table in front of her tightly as Tonks gave her report.
"We did as you ordered Madam Bones and are ready to leave at a moments notice." Tonks reports.
Amelia doesn't respond as she gasps for breath.
Tonks gives her a confused glance wondering if she heard anything she said. Upon closer inspection she noticed Bone's clothes begin to act weirdly. As if someone where messing around with her clothes. But that was impossible, seeing as she could see no-one in the room but her and Bones. She looks at Bone's face and sees her cheeks flushed. 'Is she sick?' She asked herself. "Madam Bones, are you alright?" She grabs her shoulder and finally Bones gave a reaction.
"YES!" Her eyes shot open shocking the young auror. Amelia calms herself down, "I mean yes, thank you Tonks, you may go now. I'll let you know when we're ready to leave."
Tonks gives her one last look before nodding her head ad leaving the room.
The moment she left Amelia moaned heavily and banged her head on the table.
"I'm impressed you held on for so long," Harry said while making his presence known. He was directly behind Amelia and was the on messing around with her clothes. "For a moment there I thought I would have to stun the poor young Auror. I wonder what she would have to say if she saw her boss being used like a plaything." Hiccup says while rubbing his face against her face.
Amelia catches her breath and then thinks to herself, 'This HUMILIATION!' Tears from embarrassment catch her eyes. 'I can't believe I agreed to this,' she finishes thinking to herself.
"So then this is the office of the head," He walks around touching everything like a child in a museum. "I gotta say a lot of this stuff looks ancient and," he touches a small trinket causing it to break, "delicate," he waves his hand repairing it and then walks away whistling like if he didn't just break it right now.
Amelia stands herself up and walks over to him. "A lot of this stuff has been passed down from generation to generation. The heads leave it here as a way of symboling them taking their burdens."
"So you just have all this useless junk laying around?"
"Some of it isn't junk, some have protections runes carved into them. Others have hexes attached to them. It's dangerous to even touch one of them, so no Harry I don't think it's a good idea to touch that!" Amelia says while watching Harry touch another artifact.
The artifact glows upon touch and sends a hex flying out of it. Both Harry and Amelia duck tying to avoid the hex unfortunately, Amelia gets hit on her ass. Her ass begins to glow red causing Amelia to moan out in pleasure. She falls down but Harry is fast enough too catch her.
"Wh-what was that?" She asked while gripping tightly onto Harry.
Harry looks back at the artifact and summons it to him, however this time levitating it in front of him and making sure not not touch it. He moves it around until finally seeing some writing carved into it. He recognizes the language "It's an ancient Goblin writing. Fortunately I have a basic understanding of the language. Now lets see here it says,"
"From pleasure to leisure, from leisure to aggressor".
Harry is unamused by this, "Jesus were these guys drunk when they wrote this? This doesn't make any sense,". He looks back to Amelia who is growing red on the face from blushing. Her ass is also currently glowing a bright red glow. Harry moves her over to the table. For the first time in a long time he pulls out his wand. His wand was pitch black with an unknown emblem at the end of the wand. The emblem was a skull with wings wrapped around it covering its jaw.
He waves his wand and gives her body a check up. "Your vitals are fine but you're pretty sensitive to touch right now," He looks around the room searching for something, anything. He sees a curtain concealing something. He walks over and removes the curtain revealing an old man in the painting.
The man looks at him in shock, "Who are you? You're not the new Head of the magical law enforcement are you?"
"No, the woman behind me over there is," Harry says pointing to Amelia behind him with this thumb. Amelia continues to gasp for hair through her mouth.
"Hmm, what's wrong with her?" Asked the painting.
"I was hoping you could tell me that, she was shot with a hex from that little trinket over there." He points to the trinket that started all this.
The painting looks to what he point at and starts chuckling to himself. "Oh, that trinket? You see my predecessors enjoyed, the company of woman often. That little trinket causes the person to feel very sensitive to anything and everything."
"How long does the effect wear off?"
"It doesn't, you just have to find ways to alleviate the pleasure. The artifact was design to make the women keep coming back to the man even after the initial sexual intercourse."
"It's an addiction,"
"An addiction to pleasure," The painting says with a smile. "You now have one of the most powerful women at your mercy. What will you do I wonder,"
"I didn't need this trinket to interfere, she was already at my mercy. However I won't waste such a terrific gift." With that he waves his hand closing the curtain.
"Wait!" Cried the painting but Harry was not paying him any attention.
He walks over to Amelia and traces his fingers gently across her lap. "You must feel everything right now, from the wind, the fabric and to my touch." He starts raising her robe revealing her thick creamy legs.
Amelia tries to hold his hands down but her strength is failing her.
Harry takes his time with her. "Don't worry Amelia, I'll take care of you," he whispers the last part to her ear. He then starts to suck and lick her neck.
"Ahhhh," Amelia moans at his actions and tries to push him away gently.
Harry with his hands starts to massage her thighs. Slowly but surely Amelia begins to lose focus and accept Harry's guidance. "I want you to just relax, your partner in crime will do all the work. And all you have to do, is look the other way." To anyone else this would appear sexual, but to Amelia and Harry it also had a double meaning. Harry was selling weapons and armor to Voldemort, but he was now also selling to the Ministry of Magic. Harry was no saint. People would die, and so long as the war continued he would make profit. He was asking Amelia to look the other way. To ignore the please of help from her people. To ignore the cries of the dead.
Harry begins removing her knickers and removing her robes. She laid there on the desk naked with the exception of her breast being covered by her bra. Amelia looked up at him with an embarrassed expression. Harry gave her one look over and said, "Beautiful,"
Amelia blushes at his words and turns her face to hide it.
Harry smiles at her actions, 'Cute,' he thinks to himself. He slowly moves his fingers down and starts playing with her vagina. Amelia starts to squirm under his touch, this incites Harry to continue. With his left free hand he picks up her bra releasing her breast from their captivity. He sucks on the one to his right causing her to moan even more now.
Amelia grasp his hair and starts to rub it. 'It-it feels so good!,' she thinks to herself. She can feel her vagina begin to tighten up. "I'm-I'm close!," She builds up her orgasm but it never comes. It just continues to grow and grow but her release never comes. She gives it more time but it never comes, growing frustrated she yells, "Why! Why can't I come!"
"Because I won't let you," Harry answers truthfully. "You're only allowed to come when I allow it from now on," Harry says while moving his lips down to her lower lips. He begins to lick the insides of her and suck as if trying to reach the bottom of a Nutella chocolate.
Amelia moans even harder and thrust her body upwards, it would've timed perfectly with her coming, unfortunately Harry was not allowing her to come. She couldn't handle it anymore and began crying from frustration. "Please," she begged. "Please let me come!,"
Harry gave no response and continued to eat her out.
Amelia became desperate and actually wrapped her legs around Harry's face and started to rub his face against her pussy. This added to her stimulation but it didn't bring release.
'Dammit! I'm going to suffocate!' Harry exclaimed, but he also couldn't deny the sexual energy he was feeling. Had he not been able to control himself he would've undoubtedly suffocated to death at that moment. Harry conjured a rope to restrain Amelia. He takes a deep breath in and out. "Holy shit, now that'll be first for me. To nearly die while having sex, not even Bellatrix pulled that off."
Amelia was not in control of herself anymore and started rubbing her legs together to massage her pussy, she desperately wanted release.
Harry moves around the table and sits on her chair. With a snap the rope brings her over to his lap. "Perhaps I should reward you for your achievement," he says while rubbing her pussy.
Amelia nods her head excitedly, still rubbing her legs together to reach the so close yet so far climax of hers.
Harry smirks, "But I would rather punish you," And with those words he began to spank Amelia's fat ass. With every strike it created a vibration which then caused her ass to jiggle uncontrollably.
Amelia could not help herself as she moaned with every strike. Her climax kept building but never releasing. 'This man!' Another strike, 'This man!' Another strike. 'Is turning me into his personal toy!' She thinks to herself while also gritting her teeth and going crossed eye. Her ass cheeks have become red and her little glowing spot has also become much brighter.
Harry waved his hands again and the rope gets to work. The rope binds Amelia into a different position this time, spread eagle. The rope positioned her so that her back was faced towards Harry and her pussy towards the door. If anyone came in, they would have a pretty good view of Amelia's bare pussy.
Amelia looked at her new position with great embarrassment and mortification. She started to squirm trying to cover her private bits.
Harry leans into her ear and says, "Imagine it, what would your aurors think about you once they see you like that." He also begins to play with her pussy.
Amelia starts to think about their mortified faces and starts to blush heavily.
"What do you think they would do, if a group of young and old men were to see the great powerful Amelia Bones tied up in her birthday suit and just ripe for the taking."
Amelia pictured in her head a group of Aurors standing in the doorway, staring at her lecherously. She went and took it a step further by imagine their hard erect cocks pushing up against their cloaks. She imagined them rubbing them through her clothing. Her pussy is becoming wet but she hasn't been allowed to climax yet. She whimpers at this. "Please Harry,"
Harry looks at the clock to see its nearly eleven a.m. 'Times up,' he thought to himself.' And with this finale thoughts he allowed for Amelia to climax.
Amelia not expecting it was hit with her pent up climax at full force. She reeled her head back and came hard. She began squirting all over he desk and her pussy was dripping with her love juice. Finally after what seemed like hours she finished squirting, her mouth laid open with drool coming out and her eyes were dazed from her explosive climax.
Harry undid the rope allowing for her legs and arms to collapse to her sides, relaxing them. Harry held her close and began rubbing her belly and hair. "There, there. You're alright now." He moves her over a bit and sees the spot where the hex hit calm down. It's no longer glowing that vibrant red color but the marks was still there.
"Looks like the painting was right, the spell was meant to last indefinitely" Harry says to himself. He sighs to himself and stands up still holding Amelia. He then turns and sets her down onto the chair. "Now then, I wonder what to do to kill the time." He says while looking at her naked body.
1 Hour Later
Amelia wakes up from the chair. Their is a black robe covering her naked body. She hears the sound of someone typing so she looks around to see who it is. Looking to her left she sees Harry sitting on a chair and typing away into a laptop. "Harry?"
"Oh good, you're finally awake," Harry says while still typing something into his laptop.
"What happe-" Memories begin to flood her mind about the events that just took place. "You-we-"
"Yeah, that little trinket of yours over there had a pretty perverted hex attached to it. Apparently your predecessors found it pretty useful, when getting laid and making sure they continued to get laid." Harry explained.
Amelia looks to the hex that caused it all and glares at it and then glares at Harry. "Seems like you enjoyed the benefits."
Harry still not looking at her says, "I did actually, of course it was either me or every horny auror out there who would then have their way." He explains. "Besides, I'm not a rapsit. All I did was molest your body a bit and gave you a few spanks. I didn't take advantage of your helpless self and breach our contract. You remember what it was no?"
Amelia looks at him sharply. "Of course not, I remember our contract very well."
"Good then, Now then I will be fulfilling two of my agreements in about a few minutes." He says while closing his laptop.
"Which ones?"
"First I've just confirmed the shipments to be made for one hundred armor sets, one hundred wands, and thirty invisibility cloaks. Which again the cloaks are experimental so please be sure to provide any feedback to make your purchase and experience with us as wonderful as possible." He says with a smile.
"I forget sometimes you're a business man,"
"Only when I have to be," He says grinning.
"Whats the other agreement?"
"The second one is me grabbing that crystal ball of ours. I think it's about time we heard the real prophecy. Don't you?" He says while standing up. He waves his hand making the laptop he had to disappear.
Amelia studies him for a moment before finally saying, "Aren't you going to turn around?"
Harry smiles cheekily, "It's not like I haven't seen it already," he says while turning around.
15 Minutes Later
Amelia leads a small group of aurors down into the department of mysteries. Some notable people with them were Tonks and Harry. Finally they reached the ninth floor, once they entered they were caught in darkness and the only light were the white torches.
"So this is the department of mysteries, I know a girl who would kill to be in my position," He says to no-one in particular while looking around.
"Quiet," Amelia orders. "There are people here hard at work and they don't like to be disturbed for anything."
"Ah yes, the Unspeakables. Such a secretive little group the ministry has down here. I wonder what secrets they have hidden here. Perhaps they've discovered how to completely stop time? Or perhaps they've already discovered other life forms on other planets. Perhaps they've met death already," He says while looking around the place.
The aurors begin to murmur to each other.
"Hey, do you think he's right?"
"I don't know man. But my old man says they've got a portal here that leads to the afterlife."
"I've heard about that. It's called the Death Chamber. They say any who enter never come back."
"Maybe we should throw Voldemort in there then," Harry says with a teasing smile, clearly eavesdropping in their little conversation.
The aurors quickly stop murmuring and blush as they've been caught red handed.
"Enough, we're almost there" Amelia says before opening up the chamber doors.
They enter the room and see tall long shelves that seemed to stretch on forever. Each shelf carried numerous prophecies.
"You don't suppose they just have it laying around somewhere else do you?" Harry asked Amelia, not wanting to have to look though these long rows to find it.
"Spread out and find it! No-one touches but Harry Carter. Unless you want to be plunged into madness."
The aurors gulp and begin searching for it but also being careful not to touch anything in fear of going mad.
They spend thirty solid minutes looking around until finally one of the aurors finds it. "Madam Bones! I found it! Over here!" He calls out.
Everyone quickly gathers to his spot. They look to where he points and there it is. The prophesy containing the future of Harry and Voldemort.
Amelia looks to her aurors, "Go guard the door, quickly! No-one is to enter the room until we're finished."
The aurors nod and quickly leave the area scattering about making sure no-one is with earshot of the prophesy. This left Amelia alone with Harry. Amelia does one last check to make sure no-one is near them. With the coast clear she signals for Harry to grab it.
Harry nods and grabs the prophesy and almost instantly it begins to recite its message.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
The prophecy begins to repeat itself again.
Harry and Amelia look at each other with questioning gazes. They both had the same idea in their head.
"Why did the old man felt the need to lie?" Harry asked.
"And what power is this thing talking about?" Amelias asked.
"Hm It's not like I have some secret one shot kill technique. The killing curse could do that or a well shot severing charm, and I doubt the old man has become so senile that he's forgotten the real lyrics to the prophecy."
"Meaning the old man still knows something that we don't," She looks at the crystal in Harry's hand. "To be honest I'm a little disappointed. It didn't reveal much at all."
"Ah but it did, it revealed that Dumbledore was lying and is hiding something."
"Doesn't do us much good though if we don't know what he's hiding. We're right back where we started." She says annoyed.
"Last time you went alone, this time I'll accompany you." Harry says while beginning to leave the room with the crystal in his left hand.
"Where are you headed?" Amelia asked while following him out.
"I have to leave already, I've got a marriage to go to," he explains while summoning his wand into his right hand.
"A marriage? I think you can miss one of your friends weddings. This is more important,"
"Normally I would agree with you but its actually my wedding," He explains.
"Another one?" Amelia asked with a raised eyebrow.
Harry chuckles, "I know right, ladies dig me". With those parting words he draws a circle with his wand. From the circle a portal opens up to which Harry enters and leaves. The portal closes behind him.
Amelia stood there in shock at what she had just seen. Antiappariation wards should've been in placed. Yet this man was still able to teleport away.
Tonks walks up to her and looks around after hearing all the commotion. "Where'd he go?"
Amelia shakes her head and walks out of the room. "He had to go to a wedding," is all she said leaving a confused Tonks to follow her out.
Over on Harry's end he exits the portal and walks forward into a dark room. The only light being the portal but even that was shut off now leaving him in complete darkness. Harry snaps his fingers but the lights don't turn on. He squints his eyes in the darkness trying to see his surroundings but to no avail. Without a second to react he's tackled to the ground.
"HARRY!" The person who grabs him exclaims.
Harry relaxes at the sound of the voice. He chuckles, "You know, it's bad luck for the groom to see his wife before the wedding. Unless of course your getting cold feet now, are you Natalia?" He asked teasingly.
Natalia only smiles and opens her mouth revealing her teeth. She moves her head forward into his neck and bites it.
A/N: Alright another chapter down, let me know what you thought so leave a review or something and I'll see you all on the next one. Bye for now.