Harry Fucking Potter offered a predatory smile towards Nymphadora Tonks. The young witch having found herself backed into a metaphorical corner after he'd caught her playing with herself in the aftermath of his session with Fleur.
She could not be more than five or six years older than him, yet he towered over her, in more ways than one. Right now, her hair was a bright red, which he figured was better then her face turning red. It was not so much that she was embarrassed by the state that he'd found her in, but rather, that she was caught in said state.
"Well, well, well," Harry commented with a smug smile as he fixed his eyes onto the woman, whilst wiggling his finger mockingly. "Someone's been a naughty voyeur."
"No, it's just….you know what...this is my room!" Nym yelled as she finally found her voice, it had been caught up in the back of her throat until now. She tried to stand a bit taller in an effort to look intimidating, even though the look that Harry was giving her slightly undressed body was causing no lack of shivers to runs through her body.
"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed," Harry asked the woman as he placed a hand on the side of her face and she glared at him, her eyes burning with firm determination.
Trying to collect herself she managed to choke out one more statement, even though she was about to lose this one and badly. "Yes…yes, it is….YES IT IS!"
It was then that Nym realized that Harry had both of his hands on either arm of the chair and she was boxed in. They weren't about to touch her thighs yet, although they were about to come very close to doing so. Her eyes shifted into a lustful shade of violet and that's when she shifted her eyes so that she was looking into the side mirror. She doing her best to look anywhere she could except for Harry's eyes. Knowing that if she did, she'd melt in a pool of unbridled lust. The young woman closed her eyes, before she swallowed then took in and out a deep shuddering breath.
"So, you've been naughty and spying," Harry whispered as he rested his hand on her soft bare thigh. Given her powers though, she could make her skin as soft or rough as she wanted to.
"I….I wasn't spying, I just….was caught off guard," Nym murmured hotly and Harry gave her one of thoselooks.Nymphadora Tonks really wished that Harry Fucking Potter was not giving her one of thoselooksright now, because it was something that distracted her a lot.
She felt her nipples stiffen until they were diamond hard and her center burn with lust, as Harry placed his hands on her knees and ever so agonizingly slowly edged them upwards along her bare skin.
"Oh, you were caught off guard, were you?" Harry asked, his tongue making a nice pop at the word "you" as he waited for her to make a move. He took her wrists into his hands gently as a way to indicate that he was the one leading this dance.
Nym felt a pulse of heat rise up between her legs.This...this...was legalized torture, no question about it. She closed her eyes, trying to return herself back to reality. Trying to grab onto some focus, any focus, something that would allow her not to lose herself to the age old feeling of lust.
She was pushed back against the chair, squirming a bit as she clenched her legs together. He was still naked and she was mostly uncovered.
'Oh sweet Morgana,'Nym thought to herself as she felt her breasts ache. She needed something, anything, she would do anything to feel some relief. There was a gaping hole between her thighs that needed to be filled in the worst way possible.
She was pretty sure she never stuffed anything that big inside herself before, so it was going to hurt.
'Damn it, are you a Metamorphmagus or not? You can make it fit!'Nym reprimanded herself mentally.
Harry smiled; He could hear her muttering to herself with his sharp hearing and he could smell her arousal from a mile away. He was like a jungle cat, stalking its prey, his instincts telling him that she desperately wanted this. The woman's eyes flooded over with unmistakable lust and Harry had her trapped in a corner.
She finally gave in, as something in her mindsnapped. She threw her arms around him and pushed her lips onto his in an amazing kiss. The young Auror determined to shove her tongue down his throat as far as it would go and practically strangle him with it. She closed her eyes tight and felt the rush, along with his hands as he groped her young and perky breasts.
'Damn! Oh damn,'she mentally murmured, her chest rising and falling as Harry worked her over. There was no question about it. He was giving her everything that she needed and then some more.
Harry smiled, her lips tasted like strawberries, well her upper lips did, there was no telling what her lower lips would taste like until he tried them for himself. He idly wondered if she could alter her body to taste like anything that she wanted to. Give her powers, Harry figured that the sky was pretty much the limit for her and the possibilities were endless.
Harry lifted the young Auror up out of the chair turning deposited her onto the bed. Continuing to indulge himself in her body, and his passions with each passing minute. He ran his hands all over her tight frame and started to kiss her even more deeply.
Nym figured if was going to give herself to a man for the first time, that she might as well start at the top. The boys at school begged her to see her natural form in hope that it would endear her to them. What a joke that was, they had no imagination and pretty much insulted her by begging to see her natural form. She was a fucking Metamorphmagus. She had no natural form, none, period, at all, whatsoever. Anyone who said differently was a liar, and if anyone should know, it was her. According to her Mother, she had been shapeshifting even while in the womb.
Her hair circled through a multitude of colors, flashing from blonde to black to red to blue to green to pink and every color in between as Harry continued to kiss his way down her body as the games were about to kick up a notch.
She was not sure how she ended up on her bed, but she was just going to roll with the punches.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Nym felt herself melting underneath Harry's touch and her hair went wild with an amazing sensation of hues as Harry grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. She closed her eyes as she felt the pooling of moisture go down her thighs and her heart beat a little bit quicker.
"Yes, Harry," Nym panted as she felt Harry's hands moved down her and he continued to taunt her body with kiss after kiss.
His hands were firm but gentle as he indicated whom her body belonged to. His mouth continued to kiss all the way down the woman's body, causing jolts of pleasure to spread over her very being. Her nipples stiffened as he made his way down and captured one of them in his mouth.
Harry slowly used his tongue on her, stimulating her breasts. He gave a slight hiss with his tongue which caused her body to jolt with erotic sensations. The wizard pushed his fingers down her stomach and rubbed her hot nub with his fingers.
Nym subconsciously lifted her hips towards him, the woman craved his touch and she would receive even more of it. His tongue licked down brushing against her stomach and Harry then stuck his tongue inside her dripping hot snatch.
"Oh, great Morgana!" Nym moaned as Harry used his tongue deep inside her, licking her walls and causing her pussy to twitch.
Harry smiled, she caved into him mentally, a witch like this would always bend underneath his will. She craved sex and his tongue gave her a mild amount of relief. It built up even more in her mind. His tongue buried in her caused her to heat up with even more pleasure.
"Harry, I want your cock," Nym panted and Harry eyed her, teasing her for a second and then returned to her juicy nether lips, denying her the treat.
He never once broke momentum as he continued to lick her inner walls, trying to capture even more of the juices she had to offer him. His slurping got even more intense and Nym closed her eyes, this was almost too much for her. Sometime in the meantime, he had shifted into a sixty nine position, his cock dangling inches away from her upper lips.
He furiously ate her snatch, never once breaking momentum, waiting for her to take the hint that his cock was ready to suck.
She almost forgot that there was a cock a few inches in front of her lips, practically beckoning for her touch. The Metamorphmagus gave it a loving kiss as she slipped it into her mouth, wrapping it around the shaft and started to hungrily suck on it.
Harry closed his eyes as Nym's lips tightened around him as she slowly and hungrily sucked his cock. She expanded her throat just enough to take him in and clenched it tight, to ensure that he had a warm and pleasurable experience. The wizard's eyes flushed as he went down between her legs and continued to munch on her cunt, bringing his tongue into her.
'Oh, yes,'Nym thought, she could not speak given that her mouth was too full of Harry's cock.
The wizard's hands were moving around her and his tongue was rattling inside her pussy. The woman's eyes flushed over as Harry's tongue was rattling back and forth, causing her nectar to go between her.
Nym closed her eyes and Harry pulled his cock out of her mouth, causing her to whine from the denial. He shifted where he was straddling her, his cock was an inch away from her and he slid further between her legs.
She whined, it was so close but so far in entering her but before she could receive all twelve inches, Harry pulled away.
"This pussy belongs to me," Harry told her and Nym wrapped her legs around him to try and encourage him. She caused her blonde hair to drape seductively across her face as she looked at him with adoring blue eyes.
"Yes, stud, that pussy belongs to you," Nym said as Harry reached forward. With one swift motion, squeezed her breasts and Harry rubbed his throbbing cock head over her dripping pussy. The woman's eyes flooded over and Harry was about ready to enter her, to shoot the pleasure to the next level.
The fact that this was the same cock that just fucked a Veela into a semi-catatonic state was not lost on Nymphadora Tonks and that caused her pussy to juice even more.
He was about halfway inside her and Nym's walls pushed up towards her. Her walls tightened around his throbbing prick and Nym kissed him hungrily.
"Stick it in me, please," Nym begged him and Harry smiled as paused to build up anticipation, teasing and tormenting her.
Then with one more fluid motion, he slammed his cock into her tight cunt.
Nym felt her walls stretched apart as Harry sawed into her tight center. He slammed into her, with her walls pushing up and Harry kept working into her. Each thrust sped up over and over again, as the woman's walls clenched him. He went faster, faster, faster, each movement bringing her to an explosion of sensations.
Her first climax with a cock inside her body is honestly amazing.
Fleur woke herself up and she drooled, as she rubbed her clit.
"Oh, that's so fucking hot," Fleur mewled as she greedily watched Harry's massive cock appear and disappear through the snatch of the Metamorphmagus witch.
The woman reversed position as her thighs turned him over and Nym's pussy rubbed his throbbing cock. The woman pushed herself around her walls and she slammed down around him. She lowered and raised her hips, and brought the tool into her body, feeling the moment of the emerald eyed sorcerer spearing her tight body.
He reached up and claimed her breasts for his own, fondling them. The Veela moaning as she finger fucked herself encouraged Harry to grab her breasts harder. They grew in his hand, giving him more tit flesh to squeeze and grab.
"Yes, oh, harder, yes," Nym breathed as she felt his hard cock went into her. She gyrated her strong hips around him and speared down on this massive member.
The dance escalated in tempo as she rode him up and down.
"So hot, love this, oh you're cumming so hard baby,' Harry breathed as his cock went around her tight core and her liquids pooled around his cock. He slammed into her as hard as he could with her inner muscles expanding and contracting to accept and trap the movements of his cock.
Nym was losing it. "Oh, so hot, I want your cum, in me, I need it, I want it, GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE!"
He flipped the position and threw her legs up into the air and jack hammered her pussy. She sunk her nails into his back and he rammed into her over and over again.
Fleur panted hungrily as she licked the dripping honey from her thighs.
"Going to cum," Harry said as he pinned her down onto the bed and kissed her madly. He could see her breasts go larger as her arousal escalated. He ran his hands through her blonde hair and would not finish until he had his way with her gushing cunt.
"Yes, inside me, cum inside me," Nym begged as she looked at him with thinly veiled lust dancing through her eyes as his balls tightened and he gave another huge push into her. The woman grabbed around him and Harry's balls tightened as he was about ready to slam down into her. Another push and his cock was as far into her as he could go.
He injected his hot seed into her and Nym breathed with Harry working into her pussy. The wizard's tool worked into her hot box as he injected into her. Several ropes of his hot cum splattered into her. Her hot vaginal muscles milked him dry until his balls were empty, at least for now.
Nym's breathing was heavy as she saw him leave her and the cum oozing out of her cunt. She came down from a really spectacular fucking orgasm.
Fleur pounced on Nym no sooner than Harry went out and started to drink Harry's cum from Nym's pussy liking a starving kitten. The blonde's tongue worked her magic as she wiggled her tight ass invitingly towards her master.
Harry smiled as his cock got hard right away and he groped her ass. The woman's hips were gripped rather hard and he slammed inside her delicious and exposed cunt, causing her to moan out in pleasure.
The wizard's cock pushed into the tight and hot pussy of the Veela. Her molten hot center wrapped snugly fit around the invading tool and he speared into her.
"Keep eating her, oh that's it," Harry grunted as he ran his hands down her body, cupping her glorious breasts. Fleur mewled with pleasure as Harry's rod worked deep into her center over and over again.
He felt the lust radiating off of her aura and he plowed into her from behind as Nym was a drooling, moaning wreck thanks to what happened.
Fleur's mouth was busy on Nym's dripping cunt as Harry plowed into her from behind, with the wizard's cock spearing go into her. Her juicy cunt milked his probes as he sped up the tempo and increased a greater speed. It was the warmest place that Harry had been and a Veela pussy was a good fucking place to be.
"Oh, that's so good, keep eating her out," Harry encouraged Fleur as he felt her juices get hotter and slick around him he sped up the thrusts. He roughly handled her breasts because her pussy got wetter as he dominated her.
This heightened Fleur's enjoyment as did the moaning of the young Auror beneath her. She brought the older girl to even more pleasures and she kept eating her, channeling her allure through her tongue, burying it into her with a corkscrew motion.
The wizard's hands ran over her body and cupped her ample and full breasts, channeling the energy threw the tremendous set of tits. That caused Fleur's mind to nearly snap with an explosive orgasm.
Harry's climax was about ready to reach his end, he kept slamming himself deep into Fleur's dripping hot center and worked into her. His balls tightened as he gave another slam. He sped up, feeling his climax was near.
Fleur hotly squeezed her lover's cock as she encouraged him to continue. Her walls wrapped around him like a hot vice and Harry speared himself into her.
With a grunt, Harry concluded the first round of several, causing all three of them to share an orgasm together. His white hot liquids spilled into Fleur's inner chasm.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Fleur, after coming back for a second round, was truly done for now and Harry looked at both of the girls on the bed. They were fastened securely in restraints and completely out for the count, with bodily fluids dripping from their hot centers.
"Oh, that feels good," Harry concluded as he looked down at the carnage that he left, their bodies completely ravished in every way.
"That was hot," Andromeda said, from where she watched at the doorway.
"Apparently, voyeurism runs in the family," Harry said to his Godmother, as he stepped forward to trap her against the wall while offering her a playful smile. "Oh, what ever am I going to do with you?"
Andromeda returned the smile with one of her own. "I think you'll need to punish me, my lord."
She had on thin robes that wrapped around her lovingly and Harry got a great view of her exquisite breasts. He reached forward and pulled the MILF onto his lap.
He was always up for more. The more sex he received, the stronger that he got.
"So, with once I have my NEWTs. I suppose that the cat's going to be out of the bag," Harry said as he went over a NEWT standard potion textbook. Some people would call him nuts for taking NEWTs before he took OWLs, which was possible but not recommended for most people. Taking your NEWTs without having taken your OWLs would give you the same grade in both tests. So if he got an Outstanding in one subject, he would get the corresponding grade on the test below it. On top of that you only needed your OWLs to take NEWT level classes, not the test itself.
It was a NEWT standard potion book from the year 1945, almost fifty years ago, in fact fifty years ago exactly. There was a smile on Harry's face, as he realized that standards had in fact changed during this time. What was OWL standard then, was NEWT standard today and all of the NEWT standard material was phased out by the Ministry. Likely, because they feared someone else becoming as powerful or as knowledgeable as Dumbledore or Voldemort, so as a result no one should learn it.
"Well, I'm sure a lot of people will be in for some extremely nasty shocks," Lily said and it was hard to mistake the great degree of mirth flashing through her eyes.
"Good," Harry said, the sooner that he got out of this world, the better everything would be. He felt his IQ drop every minute he remained in the Wizarding World of the Magical United Kingdom. Snape, greasy douchebag supreme and creepy stalker that he was, got one thing right. They were too reliant on foolish wand waving and silly incantations.
He studied so obsessively, one would think that his last name was Granger, although he hadn't quite reached that degree yet. He only learned the basics and his mind would piece together things to make these basics better. If one went by what was in the books alone, they would only scrape by with an Acceptable, even if they got everything perfect. The examiners weren't looking to see how much of the theory you retained, but rather how you applied it.
"You're ready, as we have established," Andromeda said to Harry, but he only half paid her half a mind as he focused on the book.
"It's fascinating how much the educational standards have regressed since this time," Harry muttered, it had been said a lot already but it bared repeating.
"Even from our time," Lily agreed as they had been over this many times but it was still shocking to see how much everything had regressed. The excuse that they gave was so that it wouldn't lead to the creation of another Voldemort and most likely another Dumbledore, but the real reason was to allow witches and wizards to become complacent and dependent on the Ministry of Magic.
Lily closed her eyes and frustration swam in the pit of her stomach. It was what happened when people stuck to the status quo for too long.
It was one thing if they tried to maintain the standards of society. It was another thing if they tried to hold back progression that would eventually lead to everyone who learned of it becoming more enlightened. Lily read accounts of the Founders and it was not the spoon-fed Ministry mandated sleeping pill that was Hogwarts: A History. The founders would not have approved of the Ministry or the way that Hogwarts was being run. At all.
In fact, Rowena Ravenclaw herself would be rolling over in her grave. That much was for sure and Lily could only imagine the fit that Lady Ravenclaw would throw if she learned someone like Snape was allowed to be near and "teach" children in her school. And she used teach, in the loosest sense of the word. Throwing instructions up on the board and calling people dunderheads was most definitely not her idea of teaching.
"I can't help but wonder how much better I would have been, if I had learned on my own," Harry said.
"Didn't you learn most of the most useful charm work and other spells that you know, when you weren't being taught by the teachers?" Andromeda and Harry nodded.
"Lupin taught me the Patronus spell, can't deny that's been useful, but I'm not sure that knowing how to make a pineapple tap dance will help me in defeating Voldemort," Harry said dryly.
"There really is a lot of magic that's useless. That's not meant as a knock on the teachers, well some of them, they're just doing what the idiots at the Ministry tell them to. If Dumbledore really wanted to improve the standards of education, he would have done so a long time again," Lily continued. "And he wouldn't have hired a greasy man child, a ghost that cures insomnia, and a fortune telling charlatan."
"She did make a few correct predictions," Harry said but Lily scoffed.
"A blind squirrel finds an acorn every now and again, Harry," Lily said as she pressed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm not saying that….actually I am saying that Divination is a load of crap, because the future is not set in stone."
Lily shook her head and she was angry about prophecy for one simple point.
"If Voldemort hadn't been a paranoid nutcase and believed that stupid prophecy, none of this would have happened," Lily continued and Andromeda got the feeling this upcoming rant had been brewing inside her for a long time. "That's why prophecies become true, because there's someone like Riddle. Who thinks that they're high and mighty, so they…..well they think that it applies to him. It never mentioned what seventh month and what Dark Lord."
"Oh, there's a prophecy? Of course there's a motherfucking prophecy," Harry groaned then face palmed, disgusted by the very thought of it.
"I didn't believe it, but thanks to Dumbledore and your Father. No one else is going to lift a finger to help you defeat Voldemort, because they all have it in their heads that you have to beat him," Lily continued, pacing back and forth in agitation before shaking her head. "If the Order had any fucking brains in their skull, they'd all jump the snake faced bastard at once and beat him to death with bludger bats."
"Well, that makes a surprising amount of sense," Andromeda said, but Lily just smiled, although it was more of an annoyed one.
"Which is why these dumbshit wizards won't do it, because if it's a solution that doesn't involve their little sticks. They think it's not worth their fucking time," Lily said as she blocked her hand from hitting her face. If she face palmed all of the time because of something those idiots did, she would have brain damage.
Harry got what his mother was thinking and he would have to agree. Voldemort was just like every single other magical user out there; he had a weakness, one that could more then likely be easily exploited. All he had to do was take the opportunity and seize it. The young wizard pondered what was going to happen next.
"We'll worry about getting my NEWTs right now," Harry said to both of the witches and they agreed. "Then I'll deal with Dumbledore, my friends, the Ministry, Voldemort, and any other shit that comes my way."
He knew he had to get Outstanding's on his NEWTs in order to claim his lordship, otherwise it would divert to the Ministry. It was a law put in place regarding half-blood lords of a pureblood family and Harry didn't have to think that long and hard to figure out who precisely pushed that one through. It reeked of Lucius Malfoy so badly that Harry could still smell his stench all the way from here.
Harry would shatter all expectations. He was the son of the smartest witch to ever come out of Hogwarts, so he had genetics on his side.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was not used to being summoned to any place by anyone in the world. Yet, Amelia Bones had ordered him to come to this meeting. The Order of the Phoenix was busy preparing to guard the prophecy. It was imperative that Lord Voldemort did not hear the prophecy.
He ignored warnings from Minerva, Moody, and Sirius that Voldemort had likely, already figured out the prophecy and they should strike first before Riddle did. Dumbledore was determined to win this war without a drop of blood being shed to ensure that his way worked and that they could win without killing anyone.
"So, Albus," Amelia said as she fixed her gaze on the elderly wizard who stood in front of her desk. She had come face to face with Dumbledore more than a few times in the past, but she had never thought that he looked as old as he did right now.
"Amelia," Dumbledore replied in a grandfatherly tone, it appeared that he was going to offer her a lemon drop only to remember at the last second that he wasn't in his office. There was a hesitance to his actions that suggested that he knew that he was in trouble. Yet, he couldn't think for the life of him what he could have done to incur the wrath of Amelia Bones.
"Please sit down, Albus," Amelia offered him, pleased to see that she was in a position to request things of the great and powerful Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore wondered if this was how one of his students felt when they were on the other side of his desk. Regardless, he sat down with good grace and locked his eyes on Amelia Bones.
"Albus, I'm going to cut to the chase. You told Fudge that Lord Voldemort has returned," Amelia said and this got the old man's attention to say the least.
"I can assure you…."
"Were you present when he supposedly returned?" Amelia asked bluntly, she was not sure what to believe. She knew what she had to do and she knew that Dumbledore was in the position to deliver the one key witness that could break this entire case wide open.
"No, but the Ministry….Cornelius thought it prudent to get the main accessory to the crime out of the way and give him the Dementor's kiss."
"Yes, Crouch Junior," Amelia confirmed without once taking her eyes off of Dumbledore. She knew that Fudge and his cronies were covering that up pretty heavily for obvious reasons. Once the news broke, some people were in for some rather pointed questions.
Amelia wondered how tall Fudge was going to build his mountain of lies before it toppled onto the ground and crushed many innocent people in its wake.
"So you see the predicament that I'm in, do you not?" Albus asked Amelia and the woman offered a stiff nod towards him as she folded her hands in front of her mouth and looked at Dumbledore with one raised eyebrow. Much to Albus's frustration, Amelia Bones was one of the few people that he could not get a distinct read off of and while he enjoyed a challenge, what he did not enjoy was being frustrated.
"Harry Potter is alleged to be a witness to Voldemort's return," Amelia continued as she carefully studied Dumbledore's face for a reaction.
Albus saw where this was going and he knew that he was not going to like it at all. The wizened old Headmaster knew that he was going to have to come up with answers, because Amelia Bones was not as easily satisfied as some.
"The Ministry investigated the incident at Number Four Privet Drive," Amelia continued and that caused Dumbledore's posture to become rigid.
"There was no need…."
"You and Cornelius would be in agreement about something for the first time in weeks, then," Amelia interrupted in a brisk voice as she could see that Dumbledore was trying very hard not to let on how nervous he felt. She cut to the meat and the potatoes of this meeting. "Albus, I want you to bring Harry Potter to the Ministry to meet with me. I wish to interview him about what happened the night of third task."
"Cornelius wouldn't have approved of such a thing," Albus muttered, more to himself than to Amelia even though the woman heard him and a frown crossed her face.
"Cornelius is merely the Minister of Magic, he does not have dictatorial control over what I do. I'm the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It's my job to investigate claims such as this," Amelia said coolly and she decided to stare Dumbledore right in the eye without blinking. "And neither do you for that matter."
Dumbledore looked at her, looking almost hurt by the accusation.
"Hestia Jones, Arthur Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Sturgis Podmore, do I need to keep going do the list of who you have spying on the Ministry?" Amelia asked him and Dumbledore looked absolutely flummoxed. "I haven't said anything until now, but don't think for a moment that I don't have my own eyes and ears in your little inner circle. And I'm sure Fudge does as well."
Albus shook his head, he trusted Severus Snape...everyone in the Order.
Then again, he trusted Sev...Peter Pettigrew….no Dumbledore must not allow himself be torn apart by such petty suspicions. The Headmaster was bold and strong, he not about to, no he must not no matter what.
"We're getting off of the subject at hand. I found out that Harry Potter was not at the residence listed as his home address and his relatives were not cooperative," Amelia continued, although the Dursleys not being cooperative was an understatement. Amelia was very tempted to make them the first Muggles to see the inside of Azkaban. It would teach them some much needed respect.
Dumbledore looked sad. "Well their son was unable to be saved in time from the Dementors."
"Who were you expecting to save him?" Amelia asked Dumbledore, in disbelief. "As regrettable of a tragedy as it is, it's out of my hands. The only thing I can do now is find the person responsible and bring them to justice."
"Yes," Dumbledore muttered, he was disappointed that Harry ran off, although Petunia's delusional rants about Lily continued to run through his mind like an oddity he could not explain.
"You will bring Harry Potter to me," Amelia told Dumbledore in a voice that left no room for argument.
"I'm afraid that's impossible," Dumbledore argued after a few seconds, hoping that somehow she would see reason. The fact that he did not even know where Harry was, well the Ministry must not know that.
"It's very possible. You bring him to the Ministry and then to my office," Amelia said to him. "Given that you're not his legal guardian, you have no legal leg to stand on to keep him anyway."
Albus Dumbledore felt despair as he cast one last disappointed look to the woman as gears grinded in the head of the wizened wizard. To say that he was in a tight jam would be putting it mildly. If he admitted that he did not have Harry, well he would look worse by association. If he told Amelia what happened, then that would raise a few more questions.
The years caught up to Dumbledore.
"You have forty eight hours to bring me Harry Potter," Amelia warned him fiercely. "Unless you'd like to admit that you're the delusional crackpot that half of the Ministry believes you to be."
Dumbledore knew that his bluff had been called and the old man was trying to figure out a way to get Harry there. Polyjuice would be seen through by Amelia in half of a second, the monocle she wore on occasion had the same enhancements on it that his spectacles and Moody's eye did, so that avenue was out.
"Remember, Albus, the security of the Wizarding World might depend on this. The Ministry will continue to assume that you've lied or worse coerced the boy into telling lies to restore your fading glory," Amelia stated bluntly and without any room for argument. "And if you're holding a minor against his will. That will be interpreted by the DMLE as kidnapping. You have a few friends left but many more enemies that would enjoy seeing you burn."
Amelia thought Dumbledore should have retired fifteen years ago and it really showed.
"I will bring you Harry Potter," Dumbledore said trying to maintain control.
Amelia knew that Dumbledore did not have Harry Potter but she was more than willing to allow the Headmaster to dig his grave. He would rather climb a tree and tell a lie than stand on the ground and tell the truth.
In fact, she was not sure that Dumbledore gave anyone a straight answer since he learned how to talk.
Little did Amelia Bones know that there would be no need for her to ask for Harry Potter to make his way to the Ministry of Magic, as Harry Potter was coming there himself. His eyes were a different color thanks to the glamor charms he'd cast upon himself but never the less, he was there incognito.
Andromeda informed him that the Department of Magical Education would be discreet, especially if a few extra Galleons were slipped their way. So Harry was able to make his way to that department of the Ministry with little issue. He craned his neck in an attempt to listen for anything interesting that was going on around him.
Harry was not going to lie, he half expected the members of the Order of the Phoenix who worked at the Ministry to jump in and try to smack him down. Then again, perhaps he was thinking of the worst case scenario a bit too much. He really didn't want to become as paranoid as Moody before he even hit his next birthday.
The wizard at the desk looked fairly bored and Harry figured that he would be able to move forward without a problem. He just seemed to be the type of person that wouldn't look up from his book even though there was a riot going on around him.
"Excuse me," Harry said cordially to the wizard. The wizard looked up at Harry, with a bored to death expression on his face and he informed the wizard why he was here. "I'm here for the eight o'clock for the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Examinations,"
He checked the ticket and there was not even a blinking in his eyes, as he read over the paper with a nod then shrugged as he nonchalantly pointed him towards the next room.
"Straight this way, Mr. Potter," the bored wizard at the front of the desk stated.
Harry looked at the man with bemused interest, his name might as well have been John Smith given the look of passion that the clerk in front of the desk gave him. Talk about someone who was only in there for the paycheck but Harry suspected that Dumbledore and Voldemort could crash through the front doors of the office in a duel for the ages and no fucks would be given from this guy.
With bold steps, Harry made his way to the examination room, thinking about what he was going to do next.
'About a year inside the castle to study,'Harry thought, although less than a week had passed in the real world. He was amused that he was given a bit more time to prepare himself then the people who were around him.'Then again, I need to get all Outstandings, and I want to get the highest marks possible.'
Harry wondered if he was going to….no...there was no time to second guess himself. He needed to do what needed to be done so he sat down to take the exams. The wizard was ready, for better or for worse. He was ready.
"Mr. Potter, sit down, sit down," the elderly witch said. She tried not to get all in a tizzy that she was in the midst of a living legend. Harry tried not to be amused by her trying to remain professional.
"Don't mind me, I'm just another student here to take his exams," Harry said casually.
It wasn't going to be easy, but Harry knew that he was going to have to do what he needed to do. The wizard offered a smile as he braced himself.
"You have one hour to complete each set of examination questions," the witch told him.
Harry smiled, the room had a few time dilation properties that would allow him plenty of time to take every exam which lasted about an hour each, he researched it before coming here. It was tricky magic to pull off and Harry had to pay a fee to allow him to take his NEWTs separately, plus another small fee to indicate that what happened remained discreet until his exams were tallied.
"I'm ready," Harry said with a smile.
"I'm certain," the woman commented, although she had heard a few things regarding Harry Potter.
It was quite curious to see how his Ordinary Wizarding Level exams were skipped over, given that it prepared them for the NEWTs and it was highly recommended to take them first. Yet, if one was willing to pay the fee, then the Department of Magical Education and its certified experts were able to allow them to sit the exams.
It was a rigorous process to get certified, the only black mark on them would be Dolores Umbridge who flunked out of her examination but she had a relative high place within the Ministry and used her pull to get her certification that way. That made several of those who worked hard to get theirs quite angry but that's often times what happened in regards to that woman.
Exams ended, they went a lot smoother than Harry could have hoped. He was curious to see how he would do but he would not know for a period of forty eight hours, as they had to go over his exams with a fine tooth comb before the marks were tallied. He did every single practical spell with perfection, and then some. He was not leaving anything to chance.
Harry smiled as he walked out of the Ministry of Magic Department of Education with a wide smile on his face. All he would have to do was take the key and meet his mother back at the castle. He figured that some time had passed for both of them, although different amounts. The time dilation spells were not as strong in the test taking chamber compared to the ones at the castle.
Harry saw Nym standing out front waiting for him. She was dressed in her red Auror uniform.
"Dumbledore's pulling his beard out looking for you," Nym informed him in a low whisper, although she smiled at the very thought of it.
"Oh, is he?" Harry asked, Nym was spying on the Order of the Phoenix for Amelia Bones, because….well, he gathered that Madam Bones thought that Dumbledore was to blame for just as many deaths as Voldemort for his inaction and withholding of information that could have saved lives during the first war. Including members of her own bloodline and her husband to be.
"Yes, and Snape has threatened to throw you in detention for the rest of the school year for making him give up his free time," Nym said in amusement. "Because, we all know that Professor Snape is the master of the night life."
"Yes, Severus Snape is a really ladies' man," Harry said to Nym who rolled her eyes in response. "I don't think I'll able to look myself in the mirror in the morning with a straight face after saying that."
"I can't even look at you with a straight face right now either," Nym informed him with a long sigh as she placed a hand on the top of her head, brushing her hair out of her face. The pink haired Auror smiled as she looked over her shoulder. "I get off after lunch."
"A good enough time as any to get off," Harry said with a mischievous grin and she returned it.
"Yes, well I don't get many hours, being a peon Auror and also….no Dark Lord means we don't get any hours anyway," Nym told Harry as she sighed before mockingly waving her finger at Harry. "Damn you for ruining my pay hours, just damn you."
"I've been damned by a lot of people in my time," Harry commented without missing a beat and he then added with a teasing smile. "Many of them have decided to call for my blood after that."
"No kidding," Nym whistled in sheer amusement. She grew serious "So there is really no reason for either of us to stick around here. I mean, Dumbledore's eyes and ears are looking for you everywhere, so you wouldn't want to stick around any place for too long."
"Yeah, well, most of them who couldn't catch the plague during the dark ages," Harry said with a smile although he was on his guard. Even though he didn't need to use his wand, he was not taking any chances whatsoever. He had to remain vigilante. He almost heard the ghost of Mad Eye Moody screaming in his ear about constant vigilance.
Which was weird, given that as far as he knew Moody wasn't dead and he never technically met the real deal, just an imposter. The young wizard shook his head, it would be best if he didn't confuse himself but rather he waited for Nym to follow him.
"So, I guess we'll head off to lunch since you get that off," Harry told Tonks and she raised an eyebrow. "I'm buying."
Nym could not resist making the very obvious joke. "Well you can afford it more than I can, as I am just working on a meager Auror salary."
Harry fired back towards her. "Oh you poor thing, how will you ever cope?"
"I don't know, I guess I'm going to have to mooch off of you," Nym commented with a wicked smile across her face and Harry watched her lead the way, swaying her hips all of the way.
A hearty slap to the ass caused her to grow serious.
"I guess as much," Harry told Nym and the two of them left the area around the Ministry to head out for a nice lunch, not knowing that they were being watched by someone who was very interested in their movements.
Her eyes followed the two's progress as they vanished, it was by a freak chance that she stumbled upon them. The rumors were that Dumbledore had him moved to safe house and not even the Minister of Magic knew where he was. That he was under house arrest for murdering his fat Muggle cousin.
The woman snorted in a very un-lady like manner as she recalled hearing this from the hooked nosed greaseball. Given that's how the side of goodness treated those who had given their lives for them, it was no wonder many turned to the Dark Lord. Not that he treated them much better, he hadn't forgiven their failure to find him. He also tortured followers just when he was bored after all.
Yet the woman sensed one thing and that was opportunity.
She figured it out immediately and that was there was far more to Harry Potter than previously met the eye or perhaps that he allowed himself to show the world. The Wizarding World took a simplistic view on black and white, good and evil. They believed that things were as they seemed, which was amusing given how much of magic was based off of illusions and trickery.
The woman smiled, she would have to arrange a meeting with him. He was nothing like her son said but then Draco was prone to exaggeration and Narcissa Malfoy personally felt that he was full of shit, on top of being as bent as a coat hanger.
He got that from Lucius.