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Chapter 12– An End for a Prelude
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The 1990 Quidditch world cup final had been one of the most disastrous events in the recent memory of the Wizarding world.
Taking place in Colombia, the event had gathered just as massive a crowd as usual, surpassing the mark of Hundred thousand wizard and witches at the night of the grand finale.
The final was a tough fought match between Canada and Scotland, going for over 5 days of non-stop playing.
When the Canadian seeker finally caught the snitch, it was supposed to be a moment of shared joy and relief for everyone, to see the match actually come to a successful end.
Unfortunately, Grindelwald and his Alliance chose that exact moment to crash the party. And it was there, in the middle of the entire stadium, that Grindelwald revealed himself in full, once again starting his recruitment in broad daylight.
The words he'd spoken that day were so effective, that even now any record of it is treated as an extremely demonic possession by the magical governments all around the globe.
The Dark wizard had managed to sway thousands of wizards to his side, showing exactly what he was capable of.
Worse had been his utterly dominating performance as he single handedly dealt with 3 Colombian guard forces, spreading awe and helplessness through the crowd.
The subsequent riot that started had turned the death toll from hundreds to thousands. When the government began the recovery process, they'd found the ground covered in red, with bodies of magicals littering around like mere ants. It painted a picture so grim and shocking, that quite a few witnesses had to be sent to professional mind healers to deal with the stress and images.
And Harry understood all this.
Bella had been a little weirded out when he asked for the previous world cup's report, but she'd consented all the same.
Thus, keeping all the lore in his mind, Harry wasn't surprised by how tight today's security was.
But that did not prevent him from being annoyed every time he was stopped when crossing into different levels of lands.
Thankfully, his current search for Tonks didn't require him to cross lands. A simple 'Point me Tonks' revealed the girl's general location to be inside the stadium, straight down from the Level 7 hill.
"Hold right there." The burly Auror standing guard at the entrance snapped, a wand clutched in his hand, pointing down. "You cannot enter–"
Harry whipped out the pass Bella had given him, not even stopping.
The wizard took one look at the pass and relaxed, giving him a nod. "Mr. Potter. Ms. Black said to tell you, if you asked that is, she'll be quite busy for the next hour. Hmm...that was an hour ago though, so I believe you could–"
"I'm not here for Bella, Mr...?"
"Robards." The man answered, extending a hand. "Gawain Robards."
"Harry Potter." He nodded, shaking the man's hand. "By chance, have you seen a weird haired, heart faced girl going inside?"
The Auror furrowed his brows. "Initiate Tonks? She entered not too long ago. Wasn't looking so good, that girl. You'll probably find her around the seats."
"My thanks." With one last nod, Harry moved on.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he walked inside the entrance tunnel, finally leaving the angry sun's smoldering glare. It had looked about to rain just an hour ago, but amazingly this time the sun finally seemed to find its balls and gave a firm middle finger to the clouds.
Unfortunately, it also looked to be unleashing an entire month's heat all at once upon them.
'Talk about overcompensating.'
Once inside, the entrance divided into two parts. One led to a set of wide stairs, carpeted with royal purple. The stairs, if he remembered correctly, would lead to different seating sections for the crowd.
The other was a wide open channel with another set of stairs that led down deeper into the stadium. It was most likely for officials and players, as the dressing room was said to be made underground.
He decided to take the Aurors advice and scan the seats first, before moving on to the next segments one by one.
As his feet came to a stop in front of the stairs, he whipped out his Holy wand.
"Appare Vestigium." Harry intoned, blowing into his wand while revolving into a semicircle.
A golden mist showered out of the wand's tip, spreading around the stairs to cover every inch of it.
The spell was capable of tracing back the steps of any magical being, human or animal. In just a couple of minutes, Harry was able to determine if Tonks took the stairs or not.
Thankfully, she had indeed.
Now aware of the girl's position, Harry quickly climbed up the stair two at a time, peeking outside every door to his left and right, scanning the public stands with eagle eyed focus.
He finally sensed a bit of magic coming from the very top box, the same one which he and the Weasleys had occupied in the last life.
He tried to pick up the spells by using just his senses, putting his recent gains in magical sensing to some good use.
'A Notice-Me-Not for sure.' He mused, his Occlumency picking up on the slight unnatural urge to ignore the entire room. 'Maybe an Imperturbable Charm too?'
Considering the complete lack of sound, it had to be that or Muffliato. But there wasn't any buzzing in his ears either, so he'd put his wager on Imperturbable.
When he glanced inside the room, he found it completely empty. 'So a disillusionment Charm as well. And quite a powerful one at that.'
Feeling a need for mischief, Harry decided to surprise the girl.
He silently unraveled her Notice-Me-Not as he entered the room, while a powerful finite incantatem completely erased her Imperturbable charm.
Unfortunately, he'd misjudged the strength in her spells, and the single finite also wiped away her disillusionment, revealing a depressed Tonks suddenly becoming startled as she quickly palmed her wand.
"I come in peac–" He had to defend himself however, when the girl rolled away from her original position while sending a quick stunner at him.
His wand swatted it aside with relative ease before casting an Incarcerous at her legs.
Thick ropes snapped at her feet with blinding speed, but the girl seemed to have some experience sensing Magic herself, cause she reacted incredibly quick, burning away the ropes with a touch of her wand before they could tighten up completely.
Her magical sensing was further confirmed when he cast a wide scale Immobulus, and Tonks quickly ducked down, hiding behind a full body shield.
Thankfully her defensive action gave him enough time to finally speak. "Tonks, stop! It's me, Harry!"
She peeked at him from behind her shield, red puffy eyes blinking at him rapidly. "Harry?"
Her shield dissolved as she stood back up. "What are you doing here?"
"Came to get you." He answered, stowing away his wand "C'mon, it's lunchtime."
Tonks sighed, turning away to stare down at the Quidditch pitch again. "I'm not hungry. Tell them I'll be back before the match starts."
Harry snorted, walking forth to sit beside her. "I'm not your personal messenger. Tell them yourself."
She tsked, shooting him a half-annoyed, half-amused glance. "Why did you sneak up on me?"
Harry shrugged, his eyes glancing at the golden hoops in nostalgia. "Just a bad joke. Didn't know you'd be so on edge."
He could feel her eyes resting on him, observing him closely. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you give more than an idle sneer to me before. What gives?"
After giving one last look to the Quidditch pitch, he turned away, regarding the girl beside him closely.
Elegant wasn't a word he would normally use to describe his Tonks, but the girl beside him was just that. Elegant and beautiful. More beautiful than the Tonks in his world. Her face was fuller but sharper still, her dark eyes twinkling under sunlight, while her violet hair matched completely with her beauty and elegance.
Though while she may be a looker, by far her more noticeable trait was the fact that she was younger.
Really, it had been whole another surprise to know that Tonks was the same age as Percy Weasley, having just graduated from Hogwarts this year.
His gaze seemed to make her uncomfortable as she turned back to stare outside bashfully.
As he finished scanning her face, his eyes couldn't help but dip down just a bit lower, tracing the curves of her breasts straining against her T-shirt, peeking at him through the unchained jacket that left her front open.
"Well?" She asked, still looking away. "What changed?"
Harry felt a slow smile forming on his face. "Maybe I just realized how damn beautiful you are."
"Uh-huh, mister." She shot him a coy smirk, half-filled with annoyance. "Is that what you say to every girl you meet? That poor French bird, she doesn't even know what her man is up to."
Harry frowned. "What?"
From where did Fleur come into this?
Tonks sighed, disappointed. "Don't tell me you already forgot about her? You spent most of your birthday night with her! Though I wouldn't be surprised. You boys do like to treat girls like toys, don't you? Throw off the old one if the new one is shinier."
He finally remembered who she was talking about. For some reason, the only French girl in his mind currently was Fleur Delacour.
"Ah, you meant Camille? We were never in a relationship. It was just a onetime thing. She's probably back to her boyfriend by now."
Tonks' brows shot up to her forehead as she whipped towards him. "You're serious?"
Harry shrugged. "Don't know if they patched up yet. She just said she was taking some time away from him...uh, to find herself or something? I don't know. My attention was on her lower lips."
Tonks just blinked at him owlishly. "And you feel no guilt for what you did? Or she, for that matter!
"What, why should we feel any guilt?" Harry stared at her, bewildered. "She was single at the time. I liked her, she liked me, so we had a bit of fun for the night. That's about it really."
Tonks stared down at her shoes with a frown, looking to be in deep thought.
Harry closed the distance between them, coming to sit directly beside her. "So what happened with Bill?"
Another surprise was Tonks relationship with the eldest Weasley child. Though it kinda made sense. Remus was married here, and Tonks was just too young to be anywhere near the man.
"I'd rather not talk about it." She muttered, her eyes still glazed with conflict before they finally settled onto something.
"I'd rather not talk at all." She turned to him, biting her lips coyly. "Tell me, how would you like to repeat that 'bit of fun for a night' thing with me?"
Surprised, his eyes looked her up and down with a growing smile. "Well, I'd be interested...what about Bill though?"
In his previous life, Bill's last memory was watching his wife getting defiled before he was brutally killed. Moreover, he was just a good guy who really didn't deserve being cucked like this.
'Doesn't mean I won't bang Tonks anyway of course...'
Tonks' seemed to hesitate a little before a rebellious glint burnt it away. "We're not together anymore. He's found someone else. And frankly? I just don't care."
She stood up, dusting her pants while looking down at him. "Now are you coming or not? I know a place where no one will disturb us."
Well...who was he to deny such a generous offer?
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Gideon Krafft had seen much and lived much.
He was alive when the 2nd muggle world war started, personally laying witness to the horrific destruction the muggle weapons were capable of causing. He must've been 13 back when the attack on Pearl Harbor landed, and the images of such wanton killings had stuck to his mind forever.
Ever since that day, he'd sworn to himself; One day…..one day he will follow in his father's footsteps to cure this world of muggles. His father, a loyal supporter of Lord Grindelwald, had always said how the good times were coming. How he and his Lord were so close to taking control of the muggles, all for the selfless purpose of guiding them to a more peaceful world.
That dream had all gone down the drain when his father died, and Grindelwald was captured. Hope seemed to drain out of Gideon completely then, leaving just a purposeless bum of a wizard, whose only talent was brutality and fighting.
But he should've known that wouldn't be the end. Lord Grindelwald wasn't one to stay down for long, and when he started his reign once again, Gideon was amongst one of the first to join him. And he'd stuck to the one true Dark Lord ever since, quickly climbing up the ranks to become a senior member of the inner acolytes.
Which was why when he was given the task of accompanying Abernathy in this Merlin-forsaken country, away from his Lord's true objective, he'd been less than pleased. That displeasure had only grown when he was forced to take their ridiculous 'Test' to see what his dueling level was.
The displeasure had quickly birthed pure rage when he was handed a 'Level 5' symbol, equal to just an average Auror. As if an average Auror on this Blood-purist country could ever hope to match him.
'What nonsense.'
Gideon shook his head, dismissing his anger as he saw Abernathy's bird carrying a message for him. After quickly killing the bird with an especially malice 'Avada Kedavra', he untied the letter.
Gideon,
Your Target is Harry Potter. Stella and Mathew will accompany you. Wait till the death eaters start their chaos. The fools shall pave the path for your success. If the boy is surrounded, approach him covertly, with more caution. If he is alone, don't waste any time. Overpower him. A combined attack by all three of you will put even me on defensive. The boy shouldn't cause any problems as long as you approach this smartly.
Below are some images from the boy's latest dueling tournament. Study him, and make no mistakes. Meet us in an hour with the boy, inside the forest. Same spot.
For the greater good, fare thee well.
With an annoyed grimace, Gideon burned the letter away, barely containing a snarl. Why in Morgana's cheating cunt will he need anyone's help to capture a child!?
This was another reason why he hated his current predicament so much. He should've been by his Lord's side right now, fighting gloriously in the war against Argentina. But no! He was stuck here, capturing children! And he couldn't even do that alone!
Still, for all his anger he will obey Abernathy. Being one of the oldest followers of Grindelwald, he had Gideon's complete respect.
So Gideon got to his given work, scanning through the moving images of his target's duel against a ravishingly beautiful girl. Normally his focus would've been more on how the girl's massive tits strained against her skin-tight dueling robe, but not this time.
This time, he couldn't help but notice how skilled and fast the boy was.
'How the hell did these English freaks produce this kid?' Gideon scowled, irritated.
While he would no doubt still take care of the boy easily enough, it galled him to realize that this Harry Potter might surpass Gideon once he grew up.
'Well….if he survives today, that is.''
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"You know," Harry gasped out, driving into the tight folds of the writhing witch below him. "You might come to regret this later."
Nymphadora released a low moan, her back arching forward to present the twin pairs of big soft flesh to his awaiting lips.
"I..." She breathed out as he slowed their coupling, staring him in the eye and looking barely conscious. "...doubt it."
Her hands circled around his head as he pushed his lips against her massive tits, burying his face deep into her cleavage. His tongue slathered her flawless skin with his spittle, before biting onto her perfectly positioned nipples.
Her face and hair weren't the only things Tonks could change apparently. It had come as a pleasant surprise when the girl suddenly enlarged her breasts to almost match Bella's size in the middle of their third bout.
Since then, he'd made sure to give them all the love and care they deserved. The soft flawless flesh, crowned with dark pink nipples hadn't left his mouth for more than a minute since.
And they were in their 5th round now.
Soon, Harry once again found himself pumping inside the beautiful Metamorph vigorously, eliciting cute little gasps from her mouth as she wrapped her legs around his waist to weather the storm, her hands pressing his mouth even deeper into her breasts with a desperate need.
"Ahh, fuck..." She moaned out, her entire body shaking, not just through the might of his thrust but also by her own growing orgasm.
"...Fuck fuck fuck..." She let out with each rhythmic thumping as their waists slammed against each other again and again.
"Yeah..." Harry breathed out into her breasts, his eyes seeing nothing but her flesh. "..That's what I'm doing."
Their bodies were completely pressed against each other now as he slipped in and out of her tight cunt in rapid succession, rocking the entire conjured bed with the power of their coupling. Her legs were doing their best to try and keep him buried inside her, pushing against his behind in desperate passion.
"Ooh...you fuckin' monster..." She moaned in pleasure and ecstasy as her tight channel squeezed his cock with incredible pressure and heat. "Don't stop!...Don't stop please!"
Their waists might as well have been the opposite sides of magnets with how fast they met each other with every thrust. His enhanced physique meant he was pounding inside the girl beneath him with superhuman force, making the clapping sound of their pelvis dominate the entire room.
"...Ooh...fuck...Harry!" She screamed, her hands digging inside his hair to drag his face up.
There was no more talking. Their lips met each other with a passionate need and their tongues started a duel between them, both trying to suck each other's mouths off.
"Ah'm cummhmm!" She moaned in his mouth with their lips still locked, her hand banging onto his back to signal her words as she opened her legs wide into the air, spreading them apart to accept his harsh pounding and leaving her spasming pussy to the mercy of his cock.
Harry's fucking gained a new intensity as the Nymph below him started writhing uncontrollably. Her hold tightened around his neck as she tried matching his every thrust with her own, hisses of 'Yes Yes yes!' leaving her as she finally came.
Her channels contracted around his shaft, tightening to an unbelievable level as she screamed out with all her might, letting go of his mouth to bite upon his neck.
Had they not already warded their tiny room, he would've been afraid that the entire stadium heard her bellow of pleasure and satisfaction.
The incredible heat and squeezing that his shaft received began his own journey towards orgasm as his balls slowly started churning for the 3rd time that day.
He didn't stop fucking Tonks even as she calmed down considerably, taking deep breaths in as her tunnels finally stopped gushing out and her legs came back down on the bed, curling up by her hips.
"That," She breathed in his neck. "Was incredible."
"I'm not done yet." Harry grunted, still busy building up his own excitement as he continued pounding away inside the girl missionary style, his body completely covering her as he propped himself up in a plank with his arms beside her head.
"Yeah, I can feel that inside me Harry." Nymphadora laughed around the small hisses of pleasure that she involuntarily let out every time he slid into her. "Honestly, I still can't believe you can go on for this long. How many times did you make me cum already? Seven? Eight?"
"Ah-huh." He answered as he changed their position, rolling down from her body before facing her again, sideways. "Roll around."
She did so, letting her body be spooned by his, presenting him her shapely arse in the process. As they both laid sideways, he propped one of her legs up, aiming his shaft at her entrance again.
She let out a moaned hiss as he plunged deep inside her without preamble, restarting their fucking with the same intensity as before.
"You know," Harry grunted, continuing to piston in and out of her as he fucked her sideways. He pulled her further against him, pushing one hand under her to cup her breasts, his fingers gripping onto the bountiful cleavage tightly he rode her.
While his other hand caressed her hips, slowly travelling down between her legs before his middle finger started massaging her clit softly. "I'd love to claim your backdoor as well."
"Well," Nymph cupped his hand with hers, pressing his fingers even tighter upon her breasts. "This is gonna be a long long day then."
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The day till then had been progressing quite uneventfully for Rufus. Aside from a few minor mock duels, the biggest thing he had to worry about were street hawkers selling fake talismans to warn clueless citizens about dark wizards.
With Potter taking a half-day to watch the game, Rufus had the sole leadership over the entire security squad, and he hadn't wasted any time in making some personal changes.
Now, most of the important junctions were covered by Aurors, while the Hit-wizards were kept on standby.
All in all, it was a perfect day that was bound to bring in some good PR for him and his team.
The only thing he hoped was for the day to continue the same.
Of course, for that to happen, he must also do his job splendidly.
As his feet took him out of the stadium, back to his evening shift, Rufus took out a small black square-shaped cardboard from his pocket. He revolved his wand over the tiny palm-sized card, and the darkness faded away, transforming the card to pure glowing white.
"All Auror units, this is Scrimgeour." He spoke into the glowing card. "Start the hourly check-up now."
The thing in his hand was one of the most brilliant inventions of the 19th century, known as the 'Telecard'. It enabled a group to communicate with each other over long distances instantly.
For him, that meant his squad could quickly relay any information they come across, making their security air-tight.
The one in his hand had an established connection to 49 other cards, all belonging to an active Auror or initiate. While he did not know how it worked exactly, he knew a simple protean charm was acting as its base. There must also be something to pass sound as well, considering the device enabled him to hear the individual voices of his people.
It was a work of genius, beautiful and elegant. Just like its creator, Lily Potter.
Another thing that Potter did not deserve, but still possessed.
"Dawlish checking in sir, everything looks clear." Dawlish's voice answered him.
He was only the first of many, as all the 17 Auror teams that Rufus had scattered around the entire land answered one by one, according to their team number…..except the last.
Rufus's feet came to a stop as the seconds passed away and no one answered.
"Proudfoot, check-in." He commanded from his side before waiting for a response.
Seconds turned to minutes as Rufus held his breath, but only silence remained.
'...Could this be?...No!'
He mustn't think the worse for such a minor thing.
Hailing every Telecard he spoke with a confidence he did not feel. "Team 16, check on Proudfoot. Must've been off to relieve himself again. He will be punished for this."
"Yes, sir!" Came the team leader's response.
Rufus could hear their crack of disapparitions quite clearly and held his breath for the news.
There was zero waiting time as the next second their team leader screamed out again. "Code Red! It's code Red! Proudfoot is down! I repeat, Proudfoot is down! I'm checking for a pulse but I think he's been murde–"
The voice cut off abruptly, leaving only silence for them to hear.
"Team 16?" Rufus called absently, his heart beating a thousand miles. "Jones? Taylor? Patel!?"
Nothing but silence answered him in return.
'No no no, why? Why!? This day was going so perfectly! Merlin damn it.'
Rufus took deep breaths, occluding away his growing panic. Panic was one thing he couldn't afford right now. Not if he wanted to have any chances at salvaging this.
"Team 7 and 12, you're the closest to their position. Get a read on and reply ASAP." He barked out the orders, quickly organizing his mind. "Everyone else, be on high alert. There are enemies on the lose. Search the entire 7 levels and stun anyone you see, no one should be out and about in their tents right now. Do a complete scan around you and contact back. My priority is the Minister so I shall be in the top box. Copy?"
As he got a multitude of affirmatives, Rufus Scrimgeour ran for the stadium, back where he came from.
"Damn it!"
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A soft finger trailed down his stomach gently, tickling him out of his sleepiness.
"Stop that." Harry snapped with a snort, though not moving from his position.
He was lying on a conjured bed, completely naked and exposed, his hands acting as his pillow. The same could also be said about an equally naked Tonks draped over him, with her heavy breasts smashed into his chest, the plentiful cleavage spilling down from the side.
"Hmmm...I don't think I will." She murmured and he could feel her warm words upon the skin of his chest as she left a trail of kisses from his neck down to his chest before moving further down to his stomach.
She nestled down her head on his sternum, her face facing towards his softened member as a lone finger slithered towards its tip. "I always thought the story of the three brothers was just a children's tale."
Her words quickly chased away the last bit of his sleep, jarring him out of his comfort.
"But look here." She continued, her finger slowly massaging the skin of his shaft up and down. "The wand of infinite power in all its glory."
Harry sighed, relieved and amused. For a second there he'd almost thought...
Nope. No need to bother with that. The death stick was safe with Dumbledore...until his death...
'Merlin, this is so not the time for such grimness.' He shook off the thoughts, his attention moving to the girl on top of him.
"A wand does not matter, Miss Tonks." He answered lightly. "It's the skill of the wizard that counts."
The girl hummed, sending comfortable vibrations down his tummy. "Call me Nymph when we're alone, Harry. You've earned it. And quite thoroughly, I might say."
She turned her face to him, though not before leaving a kiss on his navel. "But the best combo is a powerful wand combined with a skillful wizard, isn't it? And I'll admit, yours was the biggest one I've ever had, and your skill with it were the best I've ever experienced."
"Alright, you can stop kissing my arse." Harry snorted, before a smirk formed on his face. "Though I'll be quite happy with you kissing something else. And that something is just a couple of inches below you, getting ready for another round of pumping."
Her eyebrows claimed up her forehead as she turned back to his shaft. "Merlin, is this thing actually getting up again? We've been at it for hours now! The match is probably ending now."
"What can I say? I'm in my prime right now. And who cares about the match." Then, with a bit of force, he pushed her face down on his crotch. "Go on then...Nymph. Give it a suck."
"Oh well...Gladly." And his sweet Nymph proceeded to do just that, slathering his cock with her tongue and mouth quite enthusiastically as she started bobbing up and down.
The warmth and softness of her mouth made sure that his member was now completely rock solid again. Had it not been such an erotic sight, it would've been quite comedic to see such a delicate and beautiful face licking and kissing a cock bigger than her whole head.
Harry was just starting to relax back, intending to enjoy another satisfying round of pleasure and debauchery, when a shrill whistle suddenly blew his ears away.
"Aww fuck, what's that?" He winced as the high-pitched sound bit into his head.
Nymph was already up and running towards where her clothes were thrown off earlier in the day. "A message."
Harry tsked, his throbbing shaft not enjoying the sudden cold of the room. "What do they want now? You already sent a Patronus to your mother, didn't you?"
"It's not from the family." Nymph said, fishing out a red card from her jacket's pocket. "It's from work."
Harry tsked again, letting his head fall back onto his arm.
"Oh." A single glance inside the card and the girl became pale-faced. "Oh fuck."
Then she became a flurry of movements, one hand quickly picking up her clothes while the other aimed her wand at her mouth, shooting a fountain of water inside.
She proceeded to quickly clean herself, looking quite impatient.
'It's time.' Harry realized with a start. 'The death eaters must be here.'
It seems the time for a different kind of fun has come.
He was up instantly, extending his hand to his own clothes. His Holly wand left the condiments of his holster and snapped into his awaiting palm at once.
"What's the situation?" He absently asked, waving his wand to summon his clothes as well.
He received no answer.
Irritated, he turned to the girl only to find her standing completely still, her pretty mouth wide open.
"Did you just...was that Wandless magic?" She exclaimed. "Holy Morgana..."
"Close that mouth or I'll fill it up with something else." Harry snapped, his hand searching for the magic-resistant pouch Lily had gifted him. "And believe me, you wouldn't want that thing forcing its way down your throat."
Thankfully his threat made a slow smirk climb up on her face, shifting her attention away from the wooden wand to the meaty one. "I think I can handle it. Changing my throat size is also in my repertoire you know."
"Really?" He asked in surprise, his hurried movements coming to a sudden stop as his imagination started running wildly. "Think we have some time to finish what we started?"
Nymph laughed, walking towards him sensually with only her bra and panties on. A bra that was really struggling to hold those massive knockers, looking almost ready to burst free.
She came to a stop in front of him, before standing on her toes and giving him a searing hot kiss.
He was surprised by the passion behind her lips but she soon ended the kiss, moving away. "I'll finish you off later, promise. But we have some work now."
Shaking his head, he let the calm logic of Occlumency clear away any remaining lust, focusing back on what was important. "Right. The situation. What happened?"
"Scrimgeour found a dead body of an Auror." She informed, deflating her breasts and behind to an average size. "He's calling everyone to arms. I'm making my way to Lvl 5 area, while you need to go back to our families. And please don't wander off anywhere else. Your dad and Aunt Bella will be called on as well, and my parents aren't much as duelers. You'd be the only help to Aunt Lily if something serious happens."
Harry mulled her words a little before dismissing them, his Occlumency helping him focus on what was important: Killing those Death eaters.
From the very start, this day had always been in his main plans. Those foolish Death eaters were supposed to be out in the open today, reveling in dominating powerless muggles.
If Harry could successfully eliminate them, he would be ridding Voldemort of a large part of his army.
Of course, this plan had changed a little as he began realising how different this world was. But the core still remained.
Even if these Death eaters were some super duellers, he could atleast subdue one of them and gather more information on this world's Voldemort.
Not trying at all was just not in his blood.
As Nymphadora opened the door, finally finished putting her jacket on, she turned to him one last time. "What happened today...this was all purely physical right?"
"Of course." Harry tilted his head. "Were you expecting something more?"
He couldn't see her face as she'd already turned away. "I...well no, just...meet me after this is over if you want me to keep my promise."
Then she was off, not waiting for his response.
Shaking off her words, he quickly strapped the dragon holster in place, before plunging his hand deep inside the extension-charmed pouch, bringing out his outfit for this special evening.
Apart from the pouch, one of the many gifts that Lily had showered him with was a fully customized Dragon-hide dueling robe.
This was the kind of cheat-code that he'd never imagined getting his hands on in his previous life.
Dragon leather by itself was already one of the hardest materials to work with, due to their amazing resistance to magic. Even a simple pair of gloves could put a dent in the bank account of an average wizarding family.
But things went out of hands for Dueling robes.
You can't simply go to a shop and buy one, not just due to how controlled the ministry kept their marketing, but also because they were incredibly costly– Almost 10 Firebolts worth.
So he definitely appreciated the effort Lily must've put into the gifts. And had his Occlumency not been suppressing his feelings to focus on the objective, this would've only increased the terrible guilt he would've felt for basically abandoning her in the times of need.
Swearing to make this all worth it, he quickly dressed up with a focused mind.
As he began shoving his old clothes in the pouch though, a small figurine slipped out and fell on the ground.
It was the inanimate form of his mini-phoenix.
Frowning, Harry started to crouch, only for the statue to come alive and start flapping away.
"Hey there, little bird." He made to grab the Phoenix but it quickly flew out the door. "Now, wherever might you be going?"
It was quite unexpected considering the bird had never misbehaved before. He pondered upon the implication that it might have some sentience, absently giving chase after it.
The place Nymph had selected for their fun-time was an unused changing room in the underground section of the stadium, which meant his path coincided with his bird's.
Afterall, he still needed to get out of the stadium.
He easily kept up with the flying creature with his enhanced speed. Though he got the strangest feeling it was purposeful going slow for him.
Soon, his feet climbed up the final set of stairs, joining the main lobby that divided the underground section from the audience, before he made his way outside.
Waiting for him at the entrance was a different Auror this time, a severe expression set on his face as he held his wand cautiously.
"Back where you came from." The Auror snapped out before Harry could reach him. "Our Aurors are facing a situation. You cannot leave the stadium until it is resolved."
He whipped out the same card he'd used earlier, but this time the Auror was shaking his head without even getting a clear look.
"I'm well informed of your V.I.P status Mr. Potter, but you being underaged takes away from the card's privileges."
Harry frowned at the unexpected complication.
The bird was impatiently cawing at him, doing somersaults in the air by itself. Also, judging from its path it was leading him away from tents where he knew all the action would take place.
With a reluctant sigh, he waved his wand at the chirping Phoenix, forcefully dragging it back towards his hand. "Sorry, buddy. I can't afford any distractions today."
Before his hand could close upon it, however, the bird of fire burnt away in itself, disappearing in a whoosh of flames quite akin to Fawkes.
He blinked with a tilted head as it reappeared exactly where it had been previously, though this time looking ready to fly off by itself.
'Now this is too interesting to ignore.'
He turned back to the Auror, who himself looked mesmerized by the bird. "I apologize for this."
His words alerted the Auror and the man's wand snapped towards him at once, his eyes falling on Harry's wand. But the wizard didn't see Harry's other fist until it was too late, taking a solid hit straight to the temple and falling unconscious before he'd even touched the ground.
Harry wasted no time as the bird was already flying away faster than he could run. He tore after it with a speed he had never ran before, pushing the limits of what his body could do.
Still, the bird was slowly but surely getting away. So once he reached the woods, leaving the confinements of the wards, he quickly disapparated away with the softest of cracks, taking a guess and reappearing a few meters ahead of the bird's path.
Not to be shown down, the bird did the same, though its silent flames most likely looked cooler than his apparition.
With both teleporting a dozen meters at once, they traversed through the forest in record time.
Though once they got deeper into the woods, he didn't seem to need the bird's help anymore. Because he realized exactly where it was leading him.
A scream, pained and fearful. A bellow, enraged and powerful. And an agonized yell carrying a sharp promise of retribution.
The three voices, all female, were still ringing in the air as he forced his way through a hedge. The sun had already fallen low and the woods stopped the lingering rays from entering.
So in the lightest shade of darkness, Harry finally stumbled upon a scene straight from a storybook's final boss fight.
Between the ever-encompassing darkness, there stood a sole source of light and heat provided by a simple bonfire, illuminating the scene to his eyes.
Two bodies, male, were lying on the ground. Both were badly burnt and charred, with smoke still coming off of their body. And in front of the bodies, he could make out the silhouettes of the three females that he'd heard earlier. The smallest one huddled behind the bigger two in a tiny little ball, sobs of dread and helplessness leaving her in hiccups.
The other two were knelt protectively over her, though the more mature one seemed to take the lead.
And in the front of them all was the big bad villain, circling them slowly like a wolf as he spat out words in a language Harry didn't understand but knew was French.
Harry could make out severe burn marks around his arms as he waved them around as if explaining his master plan.
"–See, I waited? I was patient. I knew you'd come here. I planned and plotted, and bided my time." The man spoke animatedly, looking drunk and every bit as insane as Harry imagined Tommy's followers to be. "Do you really think you got that tent due to the goodness of that woman's heart? She ate my money! And now you're here, exactly where I wanted! Killing my men changes nothing. We've some unfinished business, my dear daughters and my dearest wife. Business that I– Urkh!"
So naturally, Harry waved his wand and launched a silent Sectumsempre.
'Good things shouldn't be delayed.'
His spell struck the man right on the back of his neck.
Over the last month, Harry had come to familiarize himself with his newfound raw power. But it still cut a surprising sight when the man's head toppled away to the side, his neck gushing out a shower of blood upon the three ladies.
The younger one screamed, before being picked up by one of the females as they scrambled away from the bloodbath.
'...And I've given a bunch of innocent muggles PTSD. All in a good day's work'
Harry sighed, dropping his Occlumency.
'Great.' He grouched. 'Now I'll have to console this panicking lot just to mindwipe them properly.'
From the years of experience, he knew when deleting someone's memories, the victim must be relatively calm so that they don't carry over feelings from a recently erased memory.
While Harry normally wouldn't have cared if some unfortunate being became braindead by their mind overloading, even he didn't feel at ease in doing so for a clearly abused group of females. Especially when one of them looked barely 8 or 9 years old.
And he can't calm them down with the shield on his empathy influencing his words.
With another sigh, he started approaching the group with unhurried steps. The females were now facing him, hiding an abundance of relief and shock behind a curtain of renewed caution.
It was only when Harry came into the circle of the area illuminated by the bonfire, did he finally get a glimpse of their faces. His eyes instantly snapped to the one face he could easily recognize anywhere.
She stood tall and willowy, long silvery-blonde hair falling almost till her waist. Even covered in dirt, with clothes torn in places, she couldn't hide the grace and elegance in her figure.
But by far the most capturing of her details was her face. Clear flawless skin, pale and bright. High cheekbones, delicate and perfect. Beautiful blue eyes, sparkling like the clearest river on earth.
Such breathtaking beauty the girl possessed, that she instantly became a second source of light among the darkness, emanating a strange silver glow that made her look a goddess amongst mortals.
Their eyes met then, deep blue eyes staring into the emerald green ones with shock, awe, and a quickly growing happiness.
"Arry'!" came the very familiar yell of delight.
And as the silver-haired goddess started running towards him, Harry could only think one thing.
'My day has just become a whole deal more interesting...'
And complicated.
AN: Done! A massive 7k chapter all for your viewing pleasure. And our two young future-lovers have finally reunited!
So, what did you guys think? About Nymph's character and the following bout of debauchery? Any Bill sympathizers here?
Like usual, rate the scene from 1 to 10 on the level of your arousal. Let me know what could've been improved (apart from the length lol).
Also, I know I promised a different kind of action for this chapter but Nymph was just begging for a banging. Sorry if any of you were disappointed. Rest assured the next one is all about action and dueling...and not the bed kind.
Well that's all for today. Let me know your thoughts and reactions to the chap down in the comments.
Until next time, stay safe and take care.
Peace!
P.S: Next chapter is for Mystique Soldier on 18th, and the next SOW Ch. will be on 24th.