Harry walked into his offices with a whistle on his lips and a happy heart. He had seen his patron the night before and all was right with him because of that. He felt that there was a special connection between himself and Aluria and he sensed that she felt the same way. He always felt better after one of their chats and this time was no different. Of course he didn't remotely have anything to feel bad about, his life was going amazingly well since he had made her association. There was, however, a dark cloud on the horizon.
The summer was drawing to a close; soon, he might go back to Hogwarts. It was very much a might though, other than the fact that he did want to see his friends. In terms of magic he was practising a form of it now that was so far above what they taught at school it was ridiculous. Frankly he was pushing back the bounds of the fabric of reality and they just didn't touch on that at a school, nor, indeed anywhere else in the world. He wasn't sure what Hogwarts had to offer him at this point, other than the enduring friends he had with Ron and a few others and of course there was Hermione. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about Hermione. There was of course friendship there, but frankly she had been his rock, she had never done anything wrong by him. Even the damn broomstick had been to protect him and in truth he'd been a child for even being made about it in the first place. She had never done anything but give him good advice and stands by him. That meant the world, and more, to a boy who had grown up without a single friend back at 'home'. Ron for his part had been slightly rockier but even then he had been a friend and his family also meant the world to Harry.
So, he was probably going to go back, but not before he worked out a way he could move freely. He couldn't just apparate, which in honesty he had figured out soon after Aluria had unblocked him, it was literally focus and push, and it was hardly difficult. No he needed a full proof method of moving around that wasn't apparition and not Port Keying. He did have a dimension though.
Harry reversed direction suddenly, slipping into his rather fun Glass Elevator and hit the top button. He rode the car in silence, his mind whirring along at the new speeds it was now capable of. He could cross dimensional barriers; he did it often while just moving from one door to another in this building of his. What he needed was a way to do that without the physical anchors he had created to allow him to do that easily.
He walked into his penthouse and focused on the correct location. He felt focus was the key here. He could use the left turn method with the doorway, that was the spell, but it was also not the point here.
He had created entire rooms from nothing; he had with help created his own right turn dimension. He could do this.
He gathered his power causing him to glow slightly, when he realised that this was the wrong way to go about this, so he dialled it down considerably. Then he held his magic humming just under his skin, stepped left and pushed turning at the same time.
He stumbled slightly when he found himself in Fleur's bedroom. The beautiful blonde was still sleeping. She was due to move into her own apartment later that day, officially. Of course she had been sleeping at his place since almost the start.
Harry frowned, admittedly he had been thinking slightly about sex, but then that was a side effect of which he was, he was ALWAYS thinking about sex in some form. It was possible the 'spell' had taken him to the closest Chosen. He refocused, tried just for a moment to put sex out of his mind with utterly no success.
He sighed, and then shushed himself when Fleur moaned in her sleep and turned over. Then instead of putting sex out of his mind, he boxed it up and filed it with Occlumency in a corner of his mind for the moment, the box was already straining, so he refocused with all his considerable force of will and then turned left.
A smile appeared on his face as he appeared in his lab. He let the box in his mind open and the feelings flooded back, but he was well capable of dealing with the horny feeling he always coped with these days. He continued to smile, he had done it. Now had he managed it only because he was already in the correct dimension?
In the spirit of experimentation he focused on Potter Isle. Then he repeated his earlier acts and turned right this time, as he was exiting a Right Turn Dimension.
With no real evidence he had done anything he just appeared in the old living room of Potter Isle. A smile lit his face again and he pumped his fist in the air. This could very well be what he was looking for. He turned left with no real effort and appeared in his old bedroom in Privet Drive. Then continued his turn and appeared in Fliptrask's office in Gringotts.
"Hi," he said to the utterly shocked looking Goblin, "Sorry can't stop, sorry for the intrusion." He said and continued his turn, ending up in his dorm room in Hogwarts. No alarm bells and he waited a few minutes to be sure no one came running either. He turned right and appeared in his Office in Potter Inc, rather startling Amanda who span like a cat after placing some papers on his desk.
"Huwah..."
"Whoops," Harry said still smiling.
"But..."
"Yeah"
"You..."
"I know..."
"How..."
"Well, this is covered by the NDA, so you had better have a seat Amanda while I explain a few things to you," Harry said conjuring a spitting hissing ball of plasma in his hand. Something no mage alive other than Harry even knew how to do.
Amanda just sat down on the nearest chair, which as she had been around his side of the desk was his chair. Harry didn't mind though and closed his hand dissipating the wonder of magic as he did so.
"This isn't easy to say, but that section of the country we serve, and the other bits you've no doubt picked up, well it's the magical world," Harry said smiling easily. "I'm a wizard and I can do magic."
Amanda shook her head a few times, "When Natalie said you were different, she wasn't kidding around was she." She paused, "SO there's a world under this one, where all the people can do this... magic?"
"Yes, there's I dunno a hundred thousand in this country alone," Harry said, "The businesses I own serve that community."
"When you said you had a Monopoly I did wonder how given the businesses involved," Amanda noted.
"You're taking this surprisingly well."
"You appeared right in front of me, no warning, no sign, you just weren't there and then you were. Then the pretty ball of whatever that was- I can't deny it was something. I don't know what I believe it was, but I was something. You say it's magic, who am I to say it's not. What else can you do with this magic?"
"Anything," Harry said with a shrug. "I believe that anything is possible with magic, of course it all takes a different amount of power. I mean I can do this," he said conjuring a perfect rose and handing it to the shocked but slightly blushing and smiling Amanda. She eyed it with appreciation; it was perfect to the last detail and was totally fresh cut. "With no real power drain, that's a bit unusual conjuration isn't an easy discipline, but I couldn't conjure an entire building." Harry told her though in fact with his patron he probably could.
"Urh... okay, that was no stage trick, it just appeared in your hand no flourish or anything. I dunno if Natalie told you this but my dad was a bit of an amateur magician. I know the tricks, but you are either World class or I have to believe you can do Magic. My dad would love you, he always said there was a real magic, we didn't know how to do it was all."
"Well, obviously you can't tell him. I have in fact broken our laws by telling you."
"Will you get into trouble?" Amanda asked looking worried.
Harry shook his head, "I have friends in high places, and well the others have their own special protections that allow me to tell them."
"I don't," she asked.
"Not currently," Harry hedged.
Amanda pursed her lips in thought, thinking for a long moment, "This Magical world is different then."
"Yes," he said wondering where she was going with this he'd just told her that.
"With its own laws, which means own governing body and all that?"
"Uh huh," he said slightly impressed at her thinking now.
"Own traditions as well?"
"Of course, we go along way back," he said, "Sometimes around the middle ages we really got together and sorted things out, our system of law is older than the same type that is used in the mundane world."
"So, Natalie, the others even that new girl the Lawyer who you just magically found the same damn day I said we needed one, they are different because they are your what harem."
Harry blinked twice in quick succession, "That's one hell of an assumption."
"There is something very different about you Harry and now about them as well, I feel it deep down, and frankly I've known since I started something was going on with them. They 'glow' not just the way a healthy woman tends to when they're happy. There's more to their radiance than that, and I think it's something to do with you."
"You're as intelligent as your cousin."
"Nowhere near, but I can use logic. Oh and she told me that you make her look like an idiot child, are you all like that, mega powerful in ways even I sensed even if I didn't know why and stupid intelligent."
"I have a few... extra gifts."
"Something to do with Aluria?"
"Where'd you hear that name," Harry asked slightly sharply.
"I visited Natalie this morning and she was praying to her I think."
Harry blinked several times at that, it was totally out of left field for him. Aluria didn't ask for worship of that sort, not at all. Should he talk to Natalie about that? Was she the only one, or were the other's doing it as well?
"Well, who is Aluria?"
"Okay well further down the Rabbit hole we go then," Harry said and smiled, "She is the Goddess of Lust and Light, a slightly strange combination until you realise that at its purest lust is a form of love which is mostly ultimate light. In the Pantheon of which she was part she had to do double duty and someone already had Love, but people, and by that I mean humans, have always felt that Love and Lust are two different things, but Lust can be deadly just like love, it can be destructive just like Love, and like Love it's about honestly admiring the other person. We're talking about Lust on all level's here though and she covers that, though she prefers it when people keep it to the lighter forms of course. Then again, of course, people don't, either way, I'm her High Priest, and as such I'm her conduit to this plain of existence and because of that I have a few gifts, a few protections and a few other types of things. Some of these I pass along to my Chosen, Natalie is one of my Chosen."
"Okay I sort of handle the Magic, after all you appeared out of nowhere, but a goddess, are you serious."
"Urh... funny but the other's all believed me?"
"Why?"
Harry figured it might have had something to do with the fact he had told them AFTER he'd had sex with them. "I'm not sure, they just did, I mean I have one form of proof I suppose."
"Okay, well I'd like to see that."
"It's more of a feel thing, may I?" Harry said leaning across the desk with his hand out.
Amanda eyed it warily but nodded, he placed his palm to cup her beautiful face and then let out the pleasure touch. Her pupil's dilated with need her breathing became fast and then her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. She trembled and shook for a moment and then fell away from his hand, and thus stopped the touch.
"You alight there Amanda," he asked a wry smile on his face, he would NEVER get tired of doing that to a woman.
She nodded distractively her breathing still ragged, then her eyes opened and she looked at him with a touch of aw in her expression, but soon her eyes cleared though a smile that appeared on her face didn't. "That could be magic."
"I can do the same with magic, but it's not as potent," he said with a shrug, "I assure you of that ask Natalie."
"Oh I will, and say that I believe you, because that did feel divine," she said shaking herself again and sitting up a little straighter, "Why haven't you Chosen me, is there something wrong with me?" her tone sounded slightly hurt.
"Are you kidding?"
"What," she asked sounding annoyed.
"You're gorgeous, I'd have you in an instant, but you didn't want to."
"Oh, that's true I didn't," she said the past tense clear in that, "But now I understand."
"Do you," he asked, "Or do you just feel so good right now you want more," Harry said smiling slightly.
"Yes, that's true enough I suppose." Amanda said with a laugh, "But I was attracted to you from the start."
"Thank you and I was to you too." Harry replied honestly.
Amanda smiled slightly, "That's good to hear, I was wondering what was wrong with me, and I mean Natalie dropped some pretty heavy hints to me about hooking up with you which I felt was passing strange to put it mildly."
"I'd imagine, she told me you two were pretty competitive," Harry said smiling.
"What do you mean were," Amanda said with a laugh. "We love each other though, so it's not too bad."
"So... you've heard just about everything now, what do you think?"
Amanda paused for a long moment, then stood up and leaned across the desk her eyes dancing with desire, "Where do I sign up," she said licking her lips and starting to pop buttons on her blouse.
Harry smiled and reached for her cupping her face and leaning across the desk to give her a passionate kiss straight from the crotch.
After the kiss broke Amanda moved back a little her lips glistening and a sexy look in her eyes, "I have to warn you Harry I'm a screamer and I get very noisy, you had better close the door."
Harry smiled at her and went to do her bidding, walking to the door, closing it and locking it.
* * *
By time Harry had turned back from the door Amanda had managed to arrange herself on the desk, laying across it on her side. She had hiked up her thigh length skirt to her arse and was sat with one leg bent at the knee, the other flat on the desk, leaning on one hand propping her up and thrusting her chest at him. Her blouse was all the way undone and lay open, flashing a very attractive bra at him. Black hold-up stockings to the thigh were on her long slender legs and her very high heels were doubtless making a mess of his desk's finish, not that Harry cared. He would much rather have Amanda looking like that on the desk than worry about its finish.
"That was some fast moving," Harry said.
"Amateur Magician as a dad; remember," Amanda said with a laugh, her eyes alight with desire for him, which always made him feel amazing.
"Well it's still impressive," Harry said with a grin.
Amanda shrugged and then readjusted herself slightly so she could crook a finger at him beckoning him over, before going back to her original position.
Harry smiled and walked across the intervening distance with a measured pace right up the desk and then kneeling one knee on it to bring himself up to her level. His eyes met hers for a long moment, "What held you back before?"
"A sense of proprietary, I didn't want to mess this job up," she said, "But I think I could be part of something much better than a job if I do this, say... what's in it for me if you 'Choose' me."
"Longer life, good health, keeping your looks that sort of thing," Harry said casually.
"Do the others know this," she asked.
"I may have told them after the fact," he said, "Then again I don't think I've even told Claire I chose her in that way yet, though she does know the rest."
"You should," Amanda told him, "Will you chose me?"
"I already did, we just haven't consummated the bond yet."
"Let me guess how we do that," she said leaning in close her lips full and pouty waiting to be kissed.
Harry moved the last inch and brushed his lips against hers; just tasting her lips for a moment, and then did it again a few times, small nips at her wonderfully pouting and full lips making her smile slightly.
"You don't just dive in," she breathed, "I'm glad. After all you're not all that old."
"I have a fair amount of experience and a goddess whispered in my ear a few things when I started out." Harry told her kissing her again, before kissing her with more passion and leaving her breathless.
"Oh wow," she said, "You can certainly kiss, what else do you know how to do?"
Harry smiled, and ran a hand up her slender but beautifully shaped leg, moving from as far down as the ankle and all the way to the tops of her hold-ups. A rasping sound issued gently as he did so, and as he let a tiny bit of magic flow Amanda let out a pleasured sigh that was as erotic as it was complimentary to the action.
"Your hands feel like magic," she uttered reverently.
"Thank you, they are indeed being magic at the moment, nothing is too good for my ladies."
Amanda smiled, her pleasured expression turning sultry as his hand met actual flesh and the feeling increased exponentially with nothing in the way to hinder his magic. He continued his upwards journey up the soft silken smooth skin of her thigh making her sigh and occasionally gasp with pleasure as he did so, stopping just at the top of her thigh, then he brushed his hand into the inside of her thigh making her gasp again, this time much more loudly. Her heels made a light scraping sound on the desk as she readjusted herself for him and to give him better access and her eyes lit up as he took advantage of that access to just rub the ridge of his hand across her thong encased sex.
"Ahh," she intoned with a little volume.
Harry looked at her and smiled, "You're not shy about letting me know what you like are you?"
"Does that, AH, bother you," she said letting out a little moan as he hadn't stopped halfway through.
"No, quite the opposite, a woman giving voice of her pleasure is one of the better things in life."
Amanda smiled and let out a raspy growl of a moan as Harry massaged her privates with his hand, the heat of her was spreading across the flat of his palm as he worked it in soft circles on top of her thong. A haunting smile was on her face as he did this and her eyes were alight with desire for him. There had been a time in Harry's life where he honestly felt that he would never see a look like that directed at him and now he saw it often. That did not detract from its power though; in fact he vowed that it never would. He felt in awe of it, and inspired to be better because of it. To that end he tweaked his magic a bit and Amanda let back her head her mouth opening erotically and the slightly shocked look of the truly pleasured hit her eyes as she let out a hair raising sound of bliss.
"Ohh Ahh, fuck, do that baby, do it again"
Harry smiled and shifted around on the desk, moving her so he was between her wonderful legs, one either side of his body so he had a better angle and then moved himself up. He wanted to watch her eyes as he worked. He knew his way around a woman's body now that he didn't have to watch what he was doing anymore, even though sometimes he wanted to anyway. His hand worked her thong to the side, and he hit her engorged labia, puffy with extra blood and so very heated. There was the moisture of her desire evident as well and he smiled as he watched her eyes look even more stunning. They were an unusual shade and at that moment in time they were starkly aroused.
"Ah fuck," she drawled, "Touch my pussy baby, you're so good to my pussy," she babbled as he continued to work her in circles, then he changed his rotation and angle slightly and rubbed her clitoral hood and her pussy in long easy rotations of his hand on her now slick folds.
"AHH YESS," she panted holding on for dear life as she was driven wild with lust by Harry. "Fuck me yes," she panted again, slamming her hand on the desk resoundingly, "Stick a finger in me baby." She demanded.
Harry was happy to oblige and put both hands to task, massaging her and parting her as he lined up a finger and slid it into her moist tightness. "FUCK," she yelped her head hanging back again her long dark hair sweeping the desk and her back in a long wave. "FUCK!"
Harry cocked an impressed eyebrow, she was actually pretty loud. He glanced at the door whereupon there was a squelching noise and all sound was blocked. It was all very well that his ladies knew what he got up to in here, but if someone visited it might not go down well. As the sound deadened her cries of pleasure seemed to become, if anything, louder.
"FUCK ME," she cried bucking slightly into his hand, then rotated her body slightly onto his fingers pressing against his forward push. "DEEPER"
Harry did as he was asked and being led to do, and for thrills he added a second finger.
"AH OH, AH OH," she cried at the top of her lungs as he pumped his thick fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
"Fuck that's turning me on," Harry commented mostly to himself as her voice carried well above his as she let out another erotic full throated cry of pleasure.
"OH FUCK, I WANT YOUR CUM IN MY MOUTH," she cried looking at him with a laser like expression on her face, "Let me fuck you with my mouth Harry," she said in a more normal voice, though breathlessly. "I want you to cum. Then I'll swallow your load."
Harry smiled at her, and softly pulled his fingers out of her core.
"Oh," she moaned softly as he did that, and then quickly shuffled off the desk as he stepped back off of it.
"Where," she asked looking around.
"The couch," Harry said mostly uncaring as to the position and more interested in the actual act.
"Okay," she said moving towards it and grabbing his hand as she past him. Almost dragged into place she pushed him standing in front of the couch and crouched down, "First let me see it." She said tugging at his fly her long nimble fingers working it quickly and efficiently. Harry worked his belt and was starting to wonder if he should start wearing tear-away trousers or something for all the time he seemed to be removing them.
Then his trousers fell to his ankles and she hooked her fingers into the waist band of his boxers and swiftly pulled them down. Her eyes lit up when his mostly hard member came into sight and she allowed his boxers to sink on their own as she reached out for him with hasty fingers. They wrapped around his girth and she smiled lasciviously, "Oh baby where've you been all my life." Harry looked down and noticed that while he was smaller than before he was a good size, which is apparently what Amanda required. This new gift of Aluria's had some possibilities.
She opened her mouth weird while moving up to meet him; she laid her tongue flat on the bottom of her mouth and then put him on the flat of it. He slithered up her tongue as he entered the wonderful heat of her mouth and she wriggled her tongue as she took him pretty deep. Then her lips closed around his girth and while her tongue was still active her main focus was on sucking as hard as she could. Her sculpted cheeks imploded for a moment as she sucked and pulled up his length, then when he was further up she pushed him into her cheek making it bulge, rubbing his crown there and sending thrill throughout his body.
She pulled him out at an angle, spit gathered on her tongue she pushed it out onto his crown and used a hand to stroke it down his length lubricating him. Then she repeated her action until he was slick with her moisture and then masturbated him hard and fast her grip tight and movements controlled but quick. His hips bucked a little, but he held his control, even though it felt fantastic her lubrication making it feel even better than normal. Then her mouth opened wide again and she readjusted her position so she was right on him and slid him on her tongue into the depths of her mouth, then her lips clenched around him tightly and she worked her mouth a moment before sucking and moving down his length. She took him deep, very deep her felt himself enter her throat for a moment until she pulled back a bit causing him to roar a growl of arousal at her, her tongue seemed to push out of the seal of her lips and wriggled on the base of his cock. Harry let out another moan at the feeling and reached out and grasped her head.
"Oh baby," he breathed thoroughly enjoying himself, she was better than her cousin at this.
She pushed deep again, and as he entered her throat he nearly lost it when he felt how tight it was, but she just kept up the pressure for as long as she could before finally working her way back, her hands cupping his balls and working them as her tongue traced random patterns. Her mouth sucked on him as strongly as she was able, all the while more of his length appeared from between red lips. Then he fell from her ruby lips with a slight moist noise and she looked up at him.
"How long can you hold out," she asked thoughtfully.
"A while," he said honestly, "Though it's harder than it should be, with you being rather amazing at that."
"Can you keep going after you've cum?"
"Well," he said pausing, "I've never tried."
"Want to experiment," she asked her eyes sultry as they could be, her pupils dilated and pure lust in her eyes as she worked her hand up and down his length with that strong handed grip she had used before and then adding a twist with it as well. Harry's hips bucked again and she smiled, "I want that cum." She breathed her voice a dangerous and sexy purr. "I will get that cum."
Harry cleared his throat a little and looked down at her slightly shocked.
"Sweetheart," she purred, "I'm a cum whore," she explained off his look, "And I LOVE to fuck, suck and just about everything else related. Don't be shocked by anything I might do. This is the reason I usually won against Natalie even though as you might have noticed she's better looking than me."
Harry shook his head, "She said something...oh...wow, similar," he gulped and continued, "But as I thought when I first saw you. You're both astoundingly beautiful, more of a par than either being better looking. Frankly you're both astounding, and I don't get why you would think the other better when you are different but both beautiful."
Amanda's mouth was on him in a flash and she pushed deep as she could go hard, fast and unexpectedly no fooling around she took him deep and as deep as she could her throat hugging him so tightly that with a surprised moan he literally soaked her throat with his seed. "FUCK," he growled holding either side of his head and trying to pull her back, but she just kept going shaking her head slightly from side to side and working her throat around his girth. "FUCK," he breathed as of all things he thought he might cum again. "FUCKK," he drawled as she finally came off him smiling like a cat and opening her mouth to show that his after cum was on her tongue. Then it disappeared as she swallowed it.
"You painted my throat," she purred reaching between her legs with a single hand and pulling her thong to the side. Her fingers toyed with herself as she tried to work off a little steam. That had really gotten her worked up.
"You're a bad girl," he said with honest appreciation in his tone as he caught his breath, "No one has done that to me before. I mean Jazz got me to cum fast, but I was a virgin and she didn't manage it that fucking fast."
"My throat is your friend," she purred working her fingers harder and finally just started to up and masturbate in front of him.
This caused Harry to growl and push back on her shoulder. She fell back taking the fall with barely a grunt and worked herself harder and faster, spreading herself for his viewing pleasure her long legs moving further apart and then using both hands on herself. "I'm a bad girl," she purred, "and I love it."
The moist noises of her, self pleasuring filled his ears as Harry just watched Amanda masturbating in front of him, working herself much harder than he ever would, it was a more than slightly enticing sight to behold.
"Oh Ahh," she breathed as she slid no less than three fingers into her thoroughly soaked pussy and pumped them a little.
Harry had an impressed look on his face so she smiled her eyes wild with passion, "Give me a while I could get a fist in there, but I want to milk that cock, so I won't." Her lags sagged a little wider as she pumped her fingers into herself and then used her other hand to play with her clit, "OH FUCK YEAH."
Harry hadn't actually stopped being hard in the first place, but now if anything he was getting harder watching this dirty show. Her hips lifted to give her a better angle and she changed to a single finger directly lined up down the centre of her pussy and then pushed it in to the knuckle." HMMM OHH AHHH HMMM," she cried as she pumped slick fingers into her own wet sex over and over.
"Fuck this is hot," Harry noted sitting back on the couch and watching avidly.
"My pussy is so wet for you," she breathed over the soft wet noises of her; self pleasure.
"Oh baby," Harry breathed watching her long slender fingers dipping in and out of her hot moist pussy, her labia were flushed and aroused and her fingers were working circular motions over her clitoris with quite vigorous movements. Her eyes were lidded and heavy with lust shining from their oddly coloured depths, lust for Harry and he wasn't above rather liking that fact.
"I'm so wet," she said again, stilling her clitoris hand and moving it to clench at her own breast hard through her blouse and let out an almost animalistic growl of arousal.
Harry was as hard as he could ever remember being at that point and thoroughly enjoying the show she was putting on for him. She was quite different from her cousin despite the fact they had grown up together, but then again he was different from his cousin, or he hoped he was. "Oh baby, you're steaming hot did you know that."
"Hmm, ahhh, ohhh yeah," she panted, as her fingers slid into her slick entrance over and over pushing her closer and closer to the plateau of her pleasure. "Do you like the way I'm doing myself hmmm? Do you like to watch my fingers in my cunt?"
Harry let out an inarticulate growl at that word; it was wonderfully dirty, especially coming from her mouth at that moment.
"I want that big thick dick in my cunt," she told him pantingly.
"By all means," Harry said getting up an undressing in a hurry, relieving himself of his remaining clothing.
"Ohh baby, nice body," Amanda said her eyes fixed on him as she worked a little harder with moist noises floating in the air of the office.
"Likewise," Harry said.
Amanda stilled her motions pulling out her long slender fingers and then teasingly put them in her mouth and sucked on them cleaning every last evidence of her intimate juices from them.
Harry shook his head with a slight smile, charged with sexuality, "You are almost too hot to handle."
"Fill me, stretch me, ram that cock up my pussy nice an hard." She pleaded her eyes pure sin.
Harry kneeled between her stocking glad thighs, holding her by the back of the knees and lining himself up with her. He just looked into her charged eyes for a long moment and then flexed his hips slightly; his crown parted her outer lips and sank between her inner which moulded around him perfectly. "Ohh," she breathed with a sexy smile on her face. "Oh you're teasing me."
Harry smiled wickedly and pushed a tiny teasing amount further into the extreme heat of her pussy. "FUCK," she yelped as he stretched her vaginal walls upon entering them, just a little. "A perfect fit in my tight little pussy."
He leaned forward a little; pushing her long toned legs back over her body a little, still spread as they were her knees seemed to go either side of her body. He turned his head to the side and kissed her ankle, which was closest, and looked down at where they were joined. Her shaven womanhood was clasping his manhood in a tight grip. It was one of the more beautiful sights to Harry but it felt a lot better than it looked. Hot, wet, tight shuddering velveteen and frankly wonderful, it was to Harry the very pinnacle of sensation. He flexed his hips again, burying himself a little deeper into her willing core, pushing apart her walls with his solid manhood as she fluttered slightly around his length. He leaned forward a little more, kissing the beautiful woman full on the mouth while holding himself back a little physically he threw himself into it emotionally.
Each of his ladies was special to him, in varying different ways and Amanda was no different in that regard. The fact that her own cousin had set this up was a little unusual to Harry but he knew that Natalie was very happy and apparently wanted that for her cousin. He could understand that, and be in awe of it, because they all made him happy too, deliriously so in fact. Especially as he was sinking deeply into one of them as he was at that moment. He did also love talking with them and spending time with them, and vowed to spend more time with them, even though the holidays were almost up.
"FUCK," she yelped as he pushed into her a little deeper, spreading her walls as she clamped down on his girth. "OH FUCK ME YES," she exalted to the heavens.
Harry was rather glad of the silencing spell now as she hadn't been lying.
"DEEPER," she cried out to him, egging him further into her body. Suddenly her legs wrapped around him, pulling him tightly to her with a flex of her thigh muscles. He sank all the way into her his entire, Aluria measured, length slipping slickly into her moist core. "YESSSSS" she cried out her eyes wide in a stunned, but beautiful look, her mouth slightly gaping open as he bottomed out inside of her core.
"Oh fuck," Harry breathed with a pant, as he was held strongly by those wonderful legs of hers deep inside of her. Her velveteen grip holding him in place inwardly as her toned legs did so externally. He pressed himself a little further, pushing their bodies tightly together and making her exalt again at the top of her voice.
"FUCK ME YES."
"I rather thought I was," he said wryly.
Her legs loosened from around him allowing him some movement so he pulled back a little and then pumped back into her causing her to give out a full throated moan of pleasure.
"I'm so wet for you," she breathed afterwards, her eyes liquid with emotion, "You make me so... very... wet."
"God you're tight," he breathed in return.
"Tight for you, baby," she panted; as he began to move with more purpose in and out of her molten pussy. "You're so hard."
"Hard for you luv," he said with a smile into her eyes.
She returned the smile only for her eyes to virtually cross as he slammed into her with more force on the next stroke. "FUCK YES," she cried out to the heavens.
Harry smirked slightly to himself, set his pace, and then attempted to drill her into the floor with each thrust, over and over into her tight body watching the swell of her breasts move even clothed as they were her pleasure filled eyes become stunning beautiful with each successive pounding she took from him. Again and again he thrust moving at a brisk pace, one he could tell she desired as a stream of pleasure filled cries filled the room in increasing volume.
"AHH YES, OH THERE, OH FUCK. LIKE THAT POUND IT."
Her legs swayed with each meaty slap of their bodies meeting and she reached out and braced herself as best she was able on the floor. Harry was holding her behind her shapely knees keeping her in place such was the power of each thrust as he pounded all sensibility out of her mind.
Her eyes rolled in her head as she felt the approach of an orgasm she felt would be legendary in proportion to any other that she had felt.
"CUMMING," she suddenly yelped, her eyes slightly stunned but so filled with desire for him he felt his heart beat a little faster at the sight. "OH GOD CUMMING HAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRDDDDDD," she drawled at the top of her lungs as a pleasure filled explosion lit her entire body on fire, each and every nerve filled with bliss as she crested over the cliff and free fell through the rocking's of its duration.
"Oh fuck," she breathed becoming totally relaxed and flopping to the ground a silly grin on her face.
Harry paused in his single minded pursuit of what had happened and smiled down at her. "Feeling good?"
"Oh baby, never better," she purred her eyes lit with purest pleasure.
Then Harry started to thrust again, though at a slower pace, her eyes lit up even further and she pulled a red lip between two sets of pure white teeth. "Oh god," she breathed as she felt another buzzing begin down low already.
Harry stilled suddenly then said; "Turn around," in a short bark of a command.
A smile lit her face as they pulled apart and she moved around so she was on all fours before him, bending a little more than necessary just to put her pert and shapely behind on display for him. Harry eyed her position for a moment; a smile lighting up his face, as she reached a single hand around, balancing on the other and grasped at her own arse cheek, putting herself on display for his aroused inspection. He leaned up, repositioned himself behind her and guided himself to her entrance with one hand, the other steadying her on the back. With a sharp movement of his hips he was back inside the beatific heat of her pussy and buried almost all the way.
Amanda's head snapped back her eyes almost crossing in pleasure as he did that move, and a growling groan escaped her rouged lips. Then Harry took a hold of her slender but shapely hips in a good solid grip and started to pull back, then push forward as he pulled her back. There was a meaty slap as their bodies were pulled together and they both let out pleasured grunts.
He pulled back, almost to the point of slipping out of her body, then his length set he slammed back into her again, snapping her head back as she let out bliss filled cry of enjoyment her breasts swinging below her. Then he repeated the move, only much faster and started to pound into her, his grip intense as he pulled her against him, the meaty slaps of their bodies meeting was only overruled by the cries from her pretty mouth and his grunts of pleasure and exertion as he continuously pounded her over and over.
"Oh god," she panted in a shocked voice, "CUMMING." She said the last in a surprised yell. It crashed over her seemingly wiping out all conscious thought for a moment but didn't still Harry this time, he just kept on going and going until, her plateau reached, she came again and again.
Harry worked behind her, thrusting into her tight wet pussy feeling her vaginal walls milking him for all he was worth holding out for the finale even as the muscles in his arms stood out from the exertion. He was as hard as he could ever remember being and buried in a beautiful woman, frankly he didn't want it to end, but as long as he could hold out he was going to have to let go at some point. He wanted to keep her there for the rest of the day, but it was moving day. He did however vow to him even as he thrust against her almost heart shaped arse and buried his cock into her pussy that this was only the beginning of their sexual relationship. He could feel the approach of his own orgasm, spurred on by her fluttering walls as she came over and over around his girth, a woman in the full flow of an orgasm, was to his mind, the best thing in the world, closely followed by anything else to do with them. He could feel his balls getting tighter and tighter as what he was sure would be an impressive orgasm of his own approached, and he did after all have to get her to do something she had promised.
Amanda totally lost track of how many orgasms she had, or how long Harry pounded her mercilessly but suddenly he was pulling out of her and grasping her by the shoulder and pulling back while standing. She turned to face him a large hard cock right by her face.
"Open wide," he said with a smile in his voice, she did as she was asked and with a few swift movements of his hand he pumped his seamen directly onto her long pink tongue, over and over string after string of hot sticky cum went into her pretty mouth and her eyes opened with the devil in them. Then finally he was spent with a final grunt pumping just a drop more out and looked at her expectantly.
"Well, go on then," he said with a smirk.
Amanda wasn't really thinking clearly still at that point, but she got the idea and looking him directly in the eye her mouth closed and her throat worked as she swallowed his load, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as evidence.
"Good girl."
"Ohhh baby," Amanda breathed her eyes alight with desire. "I'm going to enjoy being a part of this."
* * *
Harry's Penthouse
Harry walked into his penthouse with a bit of a spring to his step. His ladies constantly surprised him and Amanda had kept up that trend, he would never have guessed she was such a bad girl. He LOVED it, but given the way she had come over on her first interview he wouldn't ever have guessed that she was so uninhibited quite frankly.
He walked into the living room proper and had to roll his eyes at the greeting he got, as in none whatsoever. Fleur was sat cross-legged, Indian fashion on the floor in front of his massive TV, her blue eyes fixed to the screen as her animated avatar ripped through a bevy of animated Skeletons. Her tongue was poking just slightly out of the side of her mouth as her fingers worked the controller for all it was worth.
Harry had to wonder how long she had been sat there this time. Frankly out of everyone he knew, he would never have guessed for her to be the one to become addicted to his games console.
"Fleur," he called out fairly softly so he didn't make her jump.
"Hmm," she hummed not even glancing in his direction.
"Oh Fleur, how long have you been playing this time."
"Urh... hang on 'Arry, one last skeleton to go." Fleur said destroying said skeleton with a sweep of a battleaxe. Then she paused the game and turned to him with a happy expression on her face. "I did eet," she announced.
Harry cocked an eyebrow, "Did what," he asked.
"I am now level 30," she told him with glee.
"That's good Fleur, I'm pleased for you I really am, but don't forget you are supposed to be moving into your apartment today."
"Oh, iz eet today?"
"It is," Harry said with a fond smile. "You should really head back to your place and collect your stuff. There are a few people moving in today, including Tonks, Amanda and Claire. By the way, I've ordered you a few things; they should arrive today as well, though later in the afternoon. So you should be back by then if you can."
"Oh 'Arry, that is very kind of you."
"It was nothing Fleur, not for one of my ladies."
Fleur smirked, "One of many," she noted wryly.
Harry just grinned back and walked over to have a closer look at what she was doing. "When you go, you should take this game and the memory cart thing, so you don't lose your place."
"I do not 'ave one of these things," she said slightly morosely.
"You will have," Harry said grinning at her, "It's one of the things I ordered for you."
Fleur got up and moved in close to him, her eyes twinkling, "Ow you do look after your ladies," she said before placing a kiss by his lips, a lingering one that stoked his fire more than a little. She backed out of his arms as he made to reach for her with a smirk, "I must be going 'arry, as you say."
"Shame," Harry commented with a smirk of his own.
Fleur then turned on an elegant and rather high heel and walked out of his penthouse with no further comment, leaving Harry feeling slightly frustrated.
* * *
Knockturn Alley, London
A young woman walked through the alley with her cloak up as far as it would go, not wanting to garner any attention from the occupants of the infamous alley. She walked swiftly, but not too fast, otherwise that would gather more attention on her, but she wanted to move faster. Something didn't feel right, something felt off and she was sure she was being followed. She had only come to the alley because they had the best second hand book store at the end which dealt in some rather rare volumes.
Now she was wishing she hadn't, all told that book on potions was so important given the feelings she was having at that moment in time. The type that inhabited the alley weren't the nicest in the world and would think nothing of murdering her for what little money she had about her person.
A scuff of boot on cobblestone made her stiffen, her shoulders straighten from the hunch they had been in. She wanted to look around but dare not. Her breathing was loud in her ears and her heart was pounding in her chest. She was so worried about what was behind her she didn't take enough notice of what was ahead and turned left instead of right.
A wall greeted her eyes when she looked up next and she felt a flutter in her heart, she was boxed in and every instinct she had gained from living in the most dangerous house at school screamed at her.
She turned, and came face to face with someone's chest, she tried to duck around the large mans side only to come across another large man and then she saw another one.
Her heart was going at heart attack pace at that point.
"Leave me alone," she said trying to sound imperious, unfortunately it came out scared.
The men laughed horribly, "Hello my pretty," the apparent leader said his voice lecherous, and his eyes all over her slender form.
She shuddered at his gaze, and knew things were going from bad to worse.
The man took a step forward and she jumped back, her back hitting the wall solidly her shoulder blade trying to dig their way through its solid surface.
The leader smiled nastily showing rotten teeth in a dirty face.
"Let's have some fun lads," he said his tone low and dangerous.
She prayed for someone to come and save her.
* * *
Knockturn Alley, Same Time
Harry moseyed through the most dangerous alley in London without a care in the world, he was well aware of the danger that lurked in every nook and cranny of the alley, he was, however, well aware that they couldn't handle him. The hags that eyed him up felt the palpable air of power about him and shied away backing quickly into their hovels and the various pick pockets, thieves and thugs took one look at him and found something better to do.
He was looking for something, he didn't know what, or who, but he had been sent here by divine intervention so he was damn well going to find it before he left. Luckily, perhaps, Tonks wasn't due to start her new job until the next day or he suspected that she wouldn't let him come down this alley alone. Which was as well and all, but he was going to have to be careful to let her know that sometimes despite her being is protection, he had a duty to do. He loved Aluria and trusted her, so when she said do something he was going to do it, no matter what objections there may be even from his protection contingent.
He reached out with his prodigious senses. Since mingling with Magic and becoming her chosen as well, his sense for various things had become rather sharp, without the blocks on him from the Prophesy he was also in possession of some sharp normal senses as well. Having Aluria come into his life was the best thing to date in his opinion.
As he reached out he brushed against various magical devices, pocket dimensions and the alike that hung around the magical world. He sensed some kneezles and other magical animals and even a few animagus prowling around the area.
Then he turned like he was on a pulley system as something went 'PING' on his senses. It felt like the most desperate call for help he had ever heard full of fear and revulsion. There was no way he could ignore that call, so he took to his heels. He allowed his senses to guide him moving through the dirty back alleys and the main alley like he knew it like the back of his hand, though he had never been there before. Then he turned a final corner and came to a stop, a growl escaping his throat. There were three large men moving towards a crumpled female form that was shivering against a wall.
"I'd back the fuck off now if I were you," he growled, his tone severe and dangerous.
* * *
The young woman looked up at the sound of a familiar voice, her dark eyes shocked as could be. What was HE doing there, of all places? He couldn't be there to save her surely; either that or he didn't know who he was saving, because there was no way he would help if he knew who she was. Then again, he might actually, he was after all a true hero from what she could tell; her so called boyfriend, who she couldn't actually stand, hated this man with a passion, but she had watched from the wings and knew a few things that her boyfriend didn't. For one thing he was powerful in the extreme and as he stood there glaring at the thugs that were turning towards him almost in synchronization it was there waiting to be called upon, if anything he felt even more powerful than before.
"Get lost, this is none of you business lad," the leader with the horrible teeth said.
Harry smiled which she had to admit caused her heart to flutter a little, but then she wasn't alone in her secret desire for Harry Potter. "I don't think I'll be doing that," he said his tone a dangerous spur that sent a shiver through her.
"Get him lads," the leader said and turned to face her again, "Let's you and me have some fun while the lads deal with the boy."
She shivered in revulsion and tried to back away. Then her eyes looked past the leader and widened enough that the leader of the thugs turned as well.
Harry reached out with a clawed hand and pulled one of the thugs, the left hand one, suddenly took to the air and then Harry flicked his hand backwards. The thug sailed through the air so fast then hit the opposite wall so hard there were several loud cracks. He slumped to the ground and lay deathly still. Then Harry spun in place, his leg lifting as he did so, his foot lashed out at the last moment and hit the right hand thug in the face hard enough to crack bone and send him flying into the wall, he too slumped down still. Then Harry's eyes seemed to glow with emerald light and power crackled around him as he faced off against the leader.
"Fuck me," the leader said reaching for his wand. Harry let him and then when the leader cast a nasty looking purple curse, flicked his hand off to the side making the curse redirect and splash against the wall with a Technicolor display of lights and power. Another small movement of his hand and the leader was lofted into the air and brought to face the glowing eyes of Harry Potter.
"I don't like you," he said his voice purring and eyes hypnotically dangerous. "I don't like those that pick on the weak of unable to defend themselves."
The leader smiled slightly, "It was just a bit of fun."
Harry growled an almost inhuman sound then jerked his hand backwards, harder and faster than before. The leader screamed all the way as he flew towards the wall, then Harry made another motion with his hand and suddenly the leader was swallowed up by a starry looking portal and disappeared. "See how much fun you have in the Sahara you bastard."
Then she watched as Harry walked towards her with a charming and calming smile on his face, "Are you okay miss."
She looked up then, her dark eyes shocked and her cloak fell away to fully reveal her and he looked surprised, though not with dislike as she thought he would.
"Pansy?"
* * *
Harry's Apartments
As it turned out all four of them arrived at the same time, two removal trucks and two magicals with their possessions shrunken and hidden about their person. Tonk's lifted a sculpted pink eyebrow when she saw that Fleur was dressed totally Muggle with a skirt that was rather high by Wizarding standards and Fleur lifted a perfectly shaped blonde brow at Tonks' attire.
"Fleur," Tonks said with a slight smile, "Is there a reason you're dressed that way?"
"Of course," Fleur said with an elegant shrug of her shoulders, "Zis is the way that 'arry wants us to dress 'ere."
"Oh yeah," Tonks said looking embarrassed, "he did say that didn't he." She glanced down at her clothing which would be called slightly grungy by Muggle standards. "I'll go shopping later; maybe one of them can help me." She said nodding to the two women getting out of their respective taxis. One was a gorgeous brunette with long hair down her back in a wave and the other was a shapely blonde with dark streaks in her hair. Both were dressed casually, but sexily.
The two women looked at each other, smiled slightly since they had met in the paradigm of the office and then turned to Fleur and Tonks and smiled again. The two magicals moved towards the women who were meeting up with each other and smiled back.
"Wotcher," Tonks said as was her usual foible.
"Hello," Amanda said her well to do accent clashing slightly with Tonks' more down to earth tones.
"Hey," Claire said smiling a little more broadly, "Well his tastes vary don't they?"
Tonks looked at her curiously, and then at a snickering Fleur. "Wot."
"Don't worry ma ami," Fleur said smirking at her, then she flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder and held out a hand, "I am Fleur."
"Claire," Said taking the Frenchwoman's hand and giving it a shake, then Amanda did the same.
"Amanda," she said, "Accountant."
"Oh I suppose I should have said too," Claire said smiling, "I'm the Lawyer."
"Body guard," Tonks said holding out her own hand.
Fleur looked confused for a moment and then said, "Lab assistant."
This got a curious look from all three other women.
Then two brunettes's walked out of the front door of Harry's building and walked up to them, they just caught the end of that conversation.
Jazz stuck out her hand, her impish smile fully in situ, "Public Relations, Jazz."
There was a round of shaking, then Natalie held out her hand, "Natalie - Business Manager."
"'Arry is getting himself together with zis business of his," Fleur noted.
"Indeed," Natalie said then smiled at her cousin, "Moving in today cuz."
"Sure am," Amanda said smiling.
Natalie peered at her a little closer, "And you've joined the club I see."
Amanda smiled a little more broadly her eyes glinting with sexual memories, "Oh yes indeed I did."
"Great," Natalie said moving in to hug her cousin.
Tonks looked between the two confused causing Fleur to snicker slightly, "Wot Club?"
"Hopefully you'll find out for yourself," Natalie said gauging the shorter woman with a smirk.
"Uh," Tonks said totally lost in the conversation.
"Are there any others not in the 'club'" Jazz asked with an amused look in her dark eyes.
"Nope," Claire said grinning, "I was in my first day."
"Eet iz a good club non," Fleur asked with a hint of wicked amusement.
Tonks looked around them, "So you're all shagging him then." She said putting the clues together as per her training, "Fleur I'm shocked and amazed at you..." she said smirking slightly, "How can you guard him closely."
"Oh by doing eet very close," Fleur said with a wicked smile, which caused everyone including Tonks to laugh.
Tonks stopped laughing with a smile, "He is pretty dreamy now," she noted wryly.
"Oh, he is," Jazz noted impishly, "A naughty wet sticky one."
"Really," Tonks drawled, "He's what 16 now; he can't be that good surely?"
"Oh, but he is," Natalie said with a dreamy sigh.
"Huh," Tonks said thoughtfully. Then she shook herself, "Anyway," she drawled again, "Not thinking that, I'm his bodyguard."
"What better job than to guard that body," Jazz quipped.
"Uh huh," Claire said with a large smile.
"I 'ave seen no wizard like 'im," Fleur put forth, "All those muscles..." she shivered with delight.
"You've all got it bad, doesn't it bother you that he's doing the lot of you," Tonks just had to ask.
"No," They chorused together.
Tonks did a classic double take and then laughed, "Fine."
They all laughed together for a moment and then Amanda and Claire walked off to direct their removal men to their tasks. This left Natalie, Tonks, Fleur and Jazz.
"No removal van for you," Natalie asked looking around.
"Non," Fleur demurred.
"Ahh; something like Harry then," Jazz said smiling with dancing eyes.
"Urh," Tonks dithered.
"Don't worry," Jazz said, "We know a little of what Harry is, and of course his urh... other duties of course."
"Me to," Fleur noted, "But Tonks does not, as yet. We are both of the same type as 'Arry though."
Natalie and Jazz nodded almost in sync with each other, "Well Fleur, I took in a delivery for you earlier. I set things up as best I could, but you should come and check it out. To be honest some of it makes no sense with what I do know." Natalie said with a dazzling smile with a tiny bit of confusion in it.
Fleur looked slightly confused as well, but followed the tall brunette into the reception area with Tonks walking behind them looking confused as hell and slightly worried about what Harry had been telling people, Muggles at that. The glass elevator, which was still bugging Tonks, flew up the floors until it arrived at Fleur's new apartment. The double doors slid apart and Fleur walked into the extremely spacious area with a smile and a click of heel on hard wood flooring. Then her eyes fell on the entertainment system set up in her living room and they went wide. "Mon Dieu," she breathed.
"Urh... what the hell," Tonks said. "I'm half and half and even I don't know what half that stuff is - how do you?"
"Merci 'Arry," she said moving over to the HUGE widescreen television and the brand new Playstation 2 under it, along with several other gaming consoles that were popular and a host of titles to go along with them and a selection of peripherals as well.
"I think we've lost her," Jazz noted with amusement as Fleur turned everything on with a giddy grin on her face, "Your place next Tonks?"
"Urh sure," Tonks said looking at the French Veela with some amusement and then the screen that came to life with stunned amazement.
They left the Frenchwoman to her games and walked back to the double doors of the glass elevator which swished open as they approached. A quick ride in it later and they were at Tonks' apartment which put a gobsmacked expression on the ex-Auror's face.
"Holy cow," she breathed, "This place is massive, I figured I'd be getting a small place."
"They're all pretty big," Natalie said with a smile, "Not as big as Harry's but he's got to have some perks."
Tonks looked at the beautiful brunette with a smirk, "I figure he's got a fair few already. Look at you two for instance, I know a few blokes that'd give their left nut for a night with either of you."
The two women in questions shrugged, "They aren't Harry," they said together, turned to each other and laughed.
"That's getting creepy," Tonks noted with amusement.
Then she span in place as she had walked into the centre of the large living space, "Wow," she said eyes alight, "Talk about good choices."
"You should go the whole hog," Jazz said with another of her impish smiles that made her look younger than her years and made the people around her smile.
"Whole hog," Tonks asked.
"Join the club," Natalie filled in for her partner in crime.
"Oh, I dunno about that. It'd be unprofessional for starters."
"Strictly speaking it's unprofessional for all of us," Jazz said with a shrug, "I wouldn't normally sleep with my boss, and in fact I was against that in my last job though it would have helped me to do so."
"Oh," Tonks said thinking hard, and then shook her head, "Well I dunno that he'd be interested."
"He would," Jazz and Natalie said together again.
"Cut that out, it's creepy," Tonks said with a humours tone.
They laughed at her mocking tone and smiled almost identical smiles. "Creepy," Tonks repeated with a mock shudder. "Anyway, who says I'm interested in him that way?"
Natalie and Jazz once again had identical expressions, this time of disbelief.
"Fine, I fancy him, have for a while but he's younger than me, hell I was leaving school when he started it."
"I was well out of school when he started," Natalie noted.
"Me too," Jazz said with a careless shrug of her slender shoulders. "He's not like anyone else, never mind his age I mean period. Do you think I'd be happy being one of many, or that I know for a fact that he's had at least one, one night stand since. Frankly I don't think I could handle being his one and only. He's too intense, too damn good at what he does. I was the one that popped his cherry and let me tell you, no virgin should have been able to make me cum, over, and over again for the entire night. He was fine; I had to stop in the end."
"Huh," Tonks said, her eyes gleaming somewhat, "I have to tell you ladies it's been a long time since a bloke got me off."
"Harry can," Natalie said, "Oh boy can he."
"Well, that's good and all, but look at you lot, you're all gorgeous and blimey but Fleur is a damn Veela." She said without thinking.
"So," Natalie said, having known that from a conversation with Harry and then doing some reading in the library beforehand, "You're a gorgeous woman Tonks, I KNOW he wants you. I saw the way he held you remember."
"That did feel strangely good," Tonks admitted with a slight blush. Then she looked around, "So you know about Harry then, and about me and Fleur?"
"We do." They chimed in together.
"No point hiding this then," she said pulling out several trunks from her pockets and then placing them on the floor evenly spaced. Then she pulled out her wand and incanted a spell. The trunks enlarged together opened and things flew out around the room. This included furniture and other brick-a-brack that all seemed to find a place and settle down with a slight rush of magic.
"What's that in your hand," Jazz asked.
"A wand," Tonks said like it was obvious, "Doesn't Harry use his?"
"Never seen him use one," Natalie admitted, "Normally he just makes a gesture and it happens."
Tonks goggled at them, "Wow, that takes some serious power."
"Can't you feel it," Jazz said, "When you're around him, power of whatever type just pours out of him... it's rather amazing to feel."
Tonks cogitated that for a moment, "Yeah - sorta I suppose. I didn't really have time to notice, but I can tell you this building of his is as magical, if not more so as Hogwarts and that place is 1000 years old at least and has constant magic pumped through it all that time."
"Well, from what he told me," Natalie began, "This place is expanded every which way through Sunday and is in fact set in... what was it he called it... a right handed dimension."
"I have no idea what you just said." Tonks admitted, "But then again I was never that much into theory."
"I know Fleur helps him out though," Jazz said, "and she admitted to being his lab assistant. Maybe she knows?"
They did a joint shrug; it wasn't that important other than a possible reason why the area was so steeped in magic.
"Anyway," Tonks said when the magic settled down, "I don't suppose one of you would take me shopping; I went to the bank this morning and found my first month wage already paid in and well... it was a lot and I need to fit in around here."
Jazz and Natalie beamed at her, causing her to step back slightly, "I just asked for a world of pain didn't I?"
* * *
AN: Interestingly enough this chapter marks the story going over 100k words. This means that it's much longer than the original by about 30k words. Book I isn't even done yet, though the end approaches. Though I intend for each book to be posted under this banner rather than splitting them up into different parts. There's a couple of missing OC's, but they will appear in the next book and I hope to start with the crossover potion of the series in Book II as well, obviously that'll be when he get's back to Hogwarts. At this point, I'm not 100% sure what he'll be doing at the school, but I have a few ideas lined up. I'll have myself a little planning session soon so we'll see then.