Whirlwind in Time
Tragedy Strikes as Minister Jenkins Perishes in Manor Fire
By Barnabas Cuffe
Wizarding Britain was left in shock today as news broke of the tragic death of Minister Eugenia Jenkins. A mysterious fire consumed her private manor late last night, with early reports suggesting that the blaze began in her study before rapidly engulfing the entire property. The incident has raised troubling questions about potential dark magic involvement, as well as the safety of the wizarding world's leadership in these perilous times.
According to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, no traditional magical causes for the fire have been identified. Aurors dispatched to the scene have no signs of tampering with the wards protecting the manor, yet there still remain suspicions of foul play. In response to this shocking event, the International Confederation of Wizards (ICW) has announced that a special investigator will travel to Britain to oversee the investigation. The name of the investigator remains undisclosed, but sources within the ICW suggest it will be someone with expertise in combating dark wizards.
Senior members of the Auror Office have privately hinted that Minister Jenkins may have been deliberately targeted by dark wizards. "This has all the hallmarks of a calculated attack." one Auror stated. "The Minister was an outspoken opponent of dark magic, and this tragedy feels like a direct challenge to the Ministry's authority."
Minister Jenkins was indeed known for her crackdown on so-called "Dark Magic", especially when it related to punishing those Pureblood families that continued to practice with such dangerous magic. The now-deceased Minister had earned many enemies over the decades, especially with her infamous handling of the Pureblood riots that took place during the Squib rights movement. All of this will surely be looked over by investigators, as they try to determine just what exactly happened to our beloved Minister.
The investigation is now being treated as a matter of international concern, with the ICW offering additional resources to aid Britain in uncovering the truth. A representative from the ICW commented:
"This is not merely a tragedy for Britain but a warning to the global wizarding community. We will do everything in our power to ensure those responsible are brought to justice."
Harry felt a growing weight in his stomach as he stared at the morning paper in front of him, all of a sudden feeling cut-off and alone as he sat at the Slytherin table. He could feel the tension in the air, almost as if everyone was waiting for the shoe to drop.
The Great Hall was quiet with unease, as hushed conversations took place at each table with students trading uneasy glances with one another. The Slytherin table was the only one that was different from the rest, as the Pureblood students there seemed to almost revel in the news of the Minister's death.
It seemed that Minister Jenkins was very unpopular amongst Purebloods, something the paper had hinted at being the case. It became quite clear from some of the conversations he overheard that this was the case, as some pureblood students even toasted the death of the Minister.
Most would think that what happened was a freak accident, but Harry knew better. The death of a Minister of Magic was a rare thing, and a simple house fire was simply too coincidental. He remembered everything he had heard over the years about the first war against Voldemort, and the mysterious deaths and disappearances that occurred. This seemed to be exactly what people would talk about when they referenced the first war, which meant that it had to be Voldemort's doing.
His gaze shifted to the high table, and specifically to their Defense Professor. Emily Riddle sat properly in her seat, a mock expression of worry on her features as she conversed with Professor Slughorn. To anyone else her expression would have looked genuine, but not to him. Harry could see the glee she was masking, no doubt enjoying the chaos she caused by her actions.
He clutched his hands into fists as he glared at her, knowing that this had to be her doing. It was the only explanation that made sense in his mind, and for a moment Harry realized he had blood on his hands for not taking action against Riddle. He knew he should have taken her out the first night after he saw her, and prevented the inevitable rise of Voldemort before it could happen.
'Just kill her.' Something dark whispered in his mind as he glared at Professor Riddle. He could feel the elder wand thrum with power in his holster, the urge to simply strike her down right then and there in the Great Hall almost overwhelming.
A sudden flash of red got his attention, as he turned his gaze to see Amelia Bones looking at him with concern from the Hufflepuff table, clearly worried about him. He remembered their conversation from the day before, and about how he'd relayed his concerns to her about Professor Riddle.
Clearly Amelia could see just who he had been glaring at from across the Great Hall, and Harry berated himself internally at his behavior. He needed to get a better grasp on his emotions, or else he might start a fight with Riddle right in the middle of Hogwarts.
"It is a shame what happened to the Minister." Narcissa said solemnly, interrupting his thoughts as she looked over the morning paper. "I, for one, thought that Jenkins did a good job."
Bella rolled her eyes, while Andromeda spoke up. "Father would disagree with you about that, and so would Walburga."
Bellatrix grumbled her own irritation with them from the side.
"Who do you think will be Minister next?" He asked, genuinely wondering.
"No idea." Bella shrugged. "Crouch is sure to try and get the position, maybe even Dumbledore?"
"I doubt that Dumbledore would accept the post."
"You know," Narcissa began. "I bet that Grandfather could be Minister."
"Who?" He tried to remember the Black family tapestry, and all the different names from it.
"Arcturus Black." Bella answered. "He certainly has the political power to become Minister, but I doubt he sees it as being a worthwhile endeavor."
A plan started to form in his mind then, a way to get Riddle out of the castle so that he could ambush her. 'Or more specifically, ambush Voldemort.' It was something that he wouldn't be able to accomplish alone, and Harry knew that he would need all the help he could get in order to pull it off.
He conjured some paper with his wand before writing a quick note on it with his magic. A quick switching spell and the paper landed on Amelia's platter across the hall, replacing a biscuit that was sitting on her plate.
She picked up the note and read it before giving him a nod. From there the redhead left the Great Hall, and Harry moved to follow her. But he didn't go alone, asking Bellatrix to join him as they left moments later.
"What can you tell me about your grandfather?" He asked as they walked.
"Old Arcturus?" Bellatrix raised a brow. "You don't seriously think he'd try for Minister?"
"I haven't met him, so I don't really know. That's why I was hoping you could tell me about him."
Bellatrix hummed. "He's old, really old, and quite grouchy as well. He's got a temper too, and can be quite witty at times, but above all that I'd say that he's fair. The old man likes to mind his own damn business, which really makes me doubt he'd try to become Minister."
"What about politics?" He wondered. "Does he believe in all this pureblood stuff?"
So far it seemed like nobody really cared all that much for the pureblood propaganda he had seen in his own time. Harry had yet to seen words like "mudblood" or "halfbreed" thrown around, and chalked it up to there being so many more wizards in general at Hogwarts. His class size in his old world was tiny in comparison to the one here, making it harder for muggleborns to be singled out amongst the school population.
There was also the fact that Voldemort wasn't a thing, 'yet ', and purebloods hadn't been brainwashed by his anti-muggleborn propaganda. And since Harry hadn't really seen any of said propaganda, It led to him wondering how exactly Voldemort would go about recruiting followers.
Bella let out a breath. "Arcturus doesn't believe it as much as Walburga does, but definitely to a certain degree. I think he's more concerned about the Statute of Secrecy and muggles interfering with his own House than actual blood purity."
"Understandable." Harry knew how hard it was to uphold the Statute of Secrecy and to remain hidden from muggles. It was definitely a reasonable concern for a powerful man like Arcturus Black.
Bellatrix suddenly looked at him, a certain vulnerability entering her gaze. "You know, if you're worried about how he'll react to you being a Half-blood, I really don't think he'll care all that much."
He could tell how serious she was about that statement, and how Bellatrix had been clearly thinking about him eventually being introduced to her family. It warmed his heart to see the caring side of her, especially when it came to him. "Don't worry, Bellatrix, we'll figure things out when the time is right."
They soon arrived at their destination, an abandoned classroom that wasn't too far out of the way, and Harry opened the door to reveal Amelia waiting for them inside.
"What is she doing here?" Bellatrix turned up her nose as she entered, glaring at the redhead.
Amelia glared back at the black-haired witch. "I was going to ask the same thing."
"That's enough." Harry said authoritatively. "You're both the closest people I have that I can trust, and I need you both to get along."
The two glared at each other for a moment before looking at him expectantly. Clearly they both weren't happy, but Harry needed both Amelia and Bellatrix to work together if they were going to stop Voldemort.
"I brought you here because I wanted to discuss the Minister's murder, and what we're going to do about it."
"You think she was murdered?" Amelia asked. "I admit that I was thinking similarly."
"I'm almost certain she was murdered." He nodded. "And if I'm right, then I think it was done by a new Dark Lord."
"And you really think Bellatrix will help with this?" Amelia chimed in, glaring at her rival.
"Shut up, bitch." Bellatrix glared. "I'd be more help than you, after all, seeing as I'm top of our year in Defense."
Amelia's eyes narrowed, her rival clearly hitting a sore spot. She opened her mouth to respond, only for Harry to have enough and cut her off.
"You know what, we're done here." He went to the door to leave. "If you two can't get along, then that's the end of this."
Amelia watched as Harry slammed the classroom door behind him, and she felt the very impact of it resound in her chest. Even though they were dating, it seemed like their relationship wouldn't be moving forward until she got along with Bellatrix.
"Look what you've done, now he's gone!" Bellatrix glared heatedly at her.
Amelia glared back as well, ready to respond scathingly, only to stop and think. 'Us yelling at one another doesn't exactly help Harry. '
She took a calming breath. "It doesn't help us to fight with one another. Especially when Harry wants us to help him."
"Harry doesn't need your help when he already has me."
"Oh really?" Amelia raised a condescending brow. "I think that he's more likely to get help from his girlfriend than the likes of you."
Bellatrix gained an irritated expression, before it suddenly changed to smugness. "I guess you don't know everything, do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"It means that while you've been hanging off his arm in Hogsmeade, I've been sucking his cock and sleeping in his bed!"
She didn't take time to understand what Bellatrix was saying, nor to think clearly about how Harry might be cheating on her with the bitch in front of her. Instead she felt a primal anger at Bellatrix. "What? "
"Jealous, Bonesy?" Bellatrix taunted with triumph in her eyes.
"Never." Amelia sneered. "If that's true, then you're just some temporary whore who warms his bed!"
She seemed to strike a chord with that insult, as Bellatrix lost all smugness and gained a look of absolute fury. The crazed witch jumped on top of her in a blind rage, causing both of them to fall to the ground.
They rolled and tussled on the floor, awkwardly grabbing at one another. Eventually Bellatrix found herself on top of her, and with a rough motion she ripped Amelia's shirt open. Her dress shirt lost almost all of its buttons as her large cleavage became exposed, a red bra containing her big breasts.
Bellatrix looked down at the sight that many men would pay for a glimpse at, a sneer affixed on her face. "Look at these ugly cow tits!"
Amelia snarled up at the Black witch. "At least Harry likes them!"
Bellatrix sneered back at her and suddenly moved in. Amelia found her bra pushed aside as Bellatrix took her right breast in her mouth. Amelia gasped, her anger giving way to pleasure, before she moved in and bit Bellatrix's neck.
She gave the woman's neck a hickey, bright and visible on her neck, and she felt Bellatrix gasping as she sucked on her big tits.
'Why can't they just get along? ' Harry lamented as he wandered the halls aimlessly. He could see his plan falling apart if neither Amelia nor Bellatrix even tried to behave, as it would be pointless to even attempt to stop Voldemort if all the two did was argue.
He felt like he was back to square one, seeing no path ahead with Riddle being able to escape the castle every night and kill off her enemies in secret. It was a frustrating prospect, that only compounded on top of his problems with Bellatrix and Amelia.
"You look troubled." A voice broke him out of his brooding, and he looked up to see Narcissa walking towards him.
Her blonde hair was intricately braided as her blue eyes stared at him. Her robes were pressed and pristine, with her Slytherin tie falling over the contours of her large breasts. Below she wore a black skirt and sexy black pantyhose which hugged her long legs and led down to heels. She was the most beautiful woman he had seen, something that had been true in the future as well.
"Narcissa?" He didn't expect to run into her, pausing in suprise before he recovered. "Sorry, it's just-"
"Problems with Bellatrix?" She asked with a grin.
"Something like that." He shifted. "How did you know?"
"My sister has always been troublesome." She said, looking at him enticingly. "Something that only changed when you came around. You've really helped her since you arrived here, and I can't express how grateful I am."
"I haven't really done anything."
"You and I both know that's not true." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, I never really thanked you for what you did to Malfoy yesterday."
"There's nothing for you to thank me for." He waved it off.
"Still, you haven't been here long and already you've done a lot. Especially for me."
"I barely feel like I've done anything." He said truthfully.
"You know what," Narcissa looked to the side and sighed, before looking back at him with a resolute expression settling on her features. "Fuck it."
"I don't understand-"
She leaned in and kissed him then, and his eyes widened in shock. Narcissa kissing him had been the last thing he expected, and for a moment he was still before he gently kissed her back. Her lips were soft on his own, and she tasted like vanilla to him. Their kiss lasted for a while, until Narcissa pulled away blushing.
"Morgana, you know how to kiss." She said with a bright smile.
Harry just felt dazed, staring at the beautiful blonde as if seeing her for the first time. He didn't expect Narcissa Black to be attracted to him, yet she apparently had some sort of secret affection.
She looked over to the side, at a nearby broom closet, and before he knew it she was practically dragging him inside it. She closed the door and used a few charms on it before using a lighting spell so that they could see clearly inside.
Narcissa moved in front of him, getting close enough that he could feel her warm breath on his face. He thought that she would kiss him again, only for the blonde to sink to her knees in front of him. Harry's eyes widened as the girl undid his trousers, revealing his cock which flopped down onto her face.
She stared at it with rapture, hefting his massive shaft with both hands and massaging it as it grew in size. Harry couldn't help but stare wordlessly at the beautiful blonde, one thing becoming clear as she stroked his shaft.
Narcissa Black was a witch that got what she wanted.
"Isn't this… kind of fast?" He asked.
"Do you really want me to stop?" She looked up at him with a raised brow.
"No, I just wanted you to consider what you're getting into." He said quickly.
"I've watched Andromeda prance around with that muggleborn for years, and now Bellatrix with you." Narcissa said bitterly, still stroking his cock. "I'm done being the only proper Black sister. And if that means getting my back blown out by this big cock, then so be it!"
His cock was hard and huge when she finished, and before he could even think to form a coherent response she had taken the head of his shaft in her mouth. Her pink lips wrapped around it, her mouth opening wide to accommodate his massive cockhead.
He threw his head back and groaned, listening to Narcissa's wet slurping sounds as more and more of his cock was taken into her mouth. He had come unprepared for this, not knowing he would ever be lucky enough to have a beautiful witch like Narcissa Black sucking him off. As such, he felt like he was on a hair-trigger, his cock ready to burst as she took more of it into her mouth.
He looked down to see her beautiful blue eyes staring up at him, along with the erotic sight of his thick, veined shaft entering her stretched lips. It was enough to send most men to the brink of insanity, and Harry had to practically use occlumency not to cum right then and there.
GLURK GHLURK GLUCK
She pistoned her head up and down on his cock, pushing the shaft into her mouth and partially down her throat. Precum and saliva mixed to fall down onto her immaculate robes, staining them as she loudly sucked him off.
It felt dirty to have a woman like this sucking his cock, especially with the skill she utilized to pleasure him. She had always seemed to be a proper and polite woman in his eyes, and perhaps even a bit cold and strict. Yet to see the woman who was Draco's mum in his old world sucking his cock and acting like a slut did strange things to him.
It was that last thought that turned him on, his shaft jerking with anticipation. 'Malfoy's mum is sucking my cock! '
"Fuck, Narcissa I-I'm-"
His words seemed to almost encourage her, as she seemingly sped up her actions. He could feel his balls give way, his shaft thicken and the warmth of his seed as he prepared to cum. Harry growled as the first shot of cum launched out of his cock and into her mouth, knowing this would be one of his largest loads to date.
But that was when disaster happened, and the door to their broom closet opened.
"What do we have here?"
For a moment, he thought that the voice might have belonged to Malfoy. His lust-addled mind wasn't thinking straight, and by the time he realized just who was there, it was already too late.
Emily Riddle stood at the entrance to their broom closet.
A/N: I know, this is probably my most diabolical cliffhanger, and I apologize for that. Hopefully Amelia and Bellatrix will start getting along from here on out. And soon Arcturus Black will be introduced and take part in Harry's schemes. Also, any guess who the ICW investigator is
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