It was sometime late in the night when a pair of eyes opened blearily. Tracey Davis slowly regained consciousness as she heard some rustling and noises.
At first, she thought she was dreaming, but it did not take long for her to realize she was awake as a sudden jolt went through her womanhood that throbbed tantalizingly, the evidence of the passionate sex she'd had with Harry… she had no clue how long ago.
She heard the familiar moans nearby and for a second, she thought those belonged to her. However, she soon realized those passion-filled moans belonged to her dear lover.
The brunette slowly opened her eyes and discovered Daphne right next to her on all fours, naked and moaning in pleasure. Harry stood on his knees behind her, still naked and pumping his cock furiously into her, just as he had done to her. The alluring blonde was squealing and moaning loudly with each thrust, her large tits swinging wildly as they slapped and bounced against each other.
"Merlin, Daph… every time I fuck you, you feel so fucking tight," Harry grunted.
"With a cock like that, are you really surprised?" Daphne asked, moaning.
Harry chuckled and watched Tracey as she slowly regained her bearings and pushed herself upright, gazing at them.
"Welcome to the land of the living. Don't worry, you were out for only… what? Thirty minutes?"
"You expected me to time her? When you had me like this?" Daphne asked rhetorically, moaning.
"Yeah, point," Harry chuckled as he reached forward and cupped Daphne's bare tits in his hand, kneading them and pinching her hard, pink nipples. "I love your tits so much, Daph… yours too, Trace."
Tracey rolled her eyes in amusement as she crawled forward on her knees until she was behind Harry and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her large tits against his back. He loved how her hard nipples poked against his skin, and even more when she began to rub her tits all over his back.
"Yours too indeed," he muttered, furiously thrusting into Daphne as he kept mauling her tits to his heart's content.
"You fucked me so hard I got knocked out? Worth the wait indeed then," Tracey whispered in his ear, gently biting his earlobe as she caressed his chest, loving how he seemed to shiver under her touch.
"I have a feeling the same's gonna happen to Daph," Harry replied as he relinquished his hold on Daphne's tits and straightened himself back up, sinking his fingers into her pillowy arse as he gripped her hard.
"Aahhh yesss! Fuck mee!" Daphne howled out loud as Harry started pumping harder and faster inside her. He hammered away, relentlessly fucking her. His hips collided violently against her arse, sending her bubble butt bouncing and jiggling enticingly with each slap, and all Daphne could do was howl, cry, moan, and frantically clench her womanhood around his girth as she endured the rough fucking Harry was now giving her. Not even an hour ago, she had watched him treat Tracey as his personal plaything, and she had been goading him into being as rough with her as he could, and now here she was, being subjected to the same treatment, and she loved every fucking second of it.
Tracey smirked as she whispered something in his ear, and Harry delivered a resounding slap against Daphne's rear, watching her cheek jiggle as the flesh turned a shade of deep pink with a handprint visible on her skin. The blonde cried out in pleasure, a shuddering breath forcing its way out of her as she panted heavily, enduring the rough treatment at the hands of her lover. She could not believe how much she was loving this!
"I'm gonna fill you up with my cum again, Daph," Harry groaned hoarsely, though the blonde heard him clearly.
"Aaahhh yesss! Yes! Yes, Harry!" She cried out as she felt his hot seed shoot deep inside her quivering snatch. "I can feel it, Harry! I'm gonna cum again!"
Daphne stiffened up for the second time in the past ten minutes as her second orgasm crashed through her, sending her tumbling over the edge. Her heartbeat intensified and her body spasmed violently as Harry gripped her hard to himself, wrapping his arms tightly around her as they both went tumbling onto the bed. Daphne cried out as he slammed violently inside her, shooting rope after rope of his thick, hot, and potent seed deep inside her wanton pussy.
Only a weak moan escaped Daphne when Harry finally pulled out of her after a few minutes, and amused, he and Tracey stared at the blonde who had, as predicted, lost consciousness, as she lay prone on the bed, naked and covered in their combined orgasmic juices.
Breathing deeply, Harry lay down on his back and gently pulled Daphne closer who subconsciously cuddled up to him. Chuckling, he gazed at Tracey in amusement and held his arm out for her. The brunette cuddled up to him as well, kissing him softly, before she buried her face in the crook of his neck and shut her eyes.
They had been fucking for hours now, and expectedly, all were utterly spent. They needed some quality sleep, and it did not take long for them to drown in the realm of Morpheus.
-Break-
The Room of Requirement pulsed with magical energy, its walls shimmering with protective enchantments. Harry Potter stood in the center, his wand raised and his emerald eyes focused on a series of training dummies before him. Sweat trickled down his brow, plastering a few strands of his unruly black hair to his forehead.
"Affligo!" he called out, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. A bolt of purple energy erupted from his wand, striking the central target. The dummy shattered into a thousand glittering pieces before reforming. The two targets on either side began to spin rapidly, their movements unpredictable.
Harry allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. The Concussion Hex was coming along nicely, but he knew he needed to work on his speed and accuracy against moving targets. He had been pushing himself hard lately, driven by a sense of urgency he couldn't quite shake.
The Second Task was only a few weeks away, and he would need underwater casting, which meant improving his speed and accuracy above the surface as much as he could.
As he prepared for another attempt, a familiar screech caught his attention. He turned to see Hedwig gliding through an opening that had appeared in the room's ceiling, a rolled parchment clutched in her talons.
"Hey girl," Harry said softly as the snowy owl landed gracefully on his outstretched arm. "What have you got for me?"
Hedwig hooted softly, extending her leg. As Harry untied the parchment, he noticed the official Ministry seal. His heart rate quickened as he suddenly had a feeling about who it could be from.
"Thanks, Hedwig," he murmured, stroking her feathers. Naturally, Hedwig was the only owl who could find him in here. He smiled at his faithful as she nipped his finger affectionately before taking off to perch on a nearby shelf that had materialized for her.
With slightly trembling fingers, Harry unrolled the parchment, his eyes quickly scanning its contents. His breath caught in his throat as he read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
Your presence is requested in my office at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at your earliest convenience. There is a matter of utmost importance we need to discuss.
I do not believe I need to stress the confidential nature of this meeting, considering the lengths you yourself went to ensure you know what. Still, I request you to not share this summons with anyone.
Please use the Floo when you arrive. The address is "Director's Office, DMLE, British Ministry of Magic."
Yours sincerely,
Amelia Bones
Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Harry's heart raced. He knew exactly what this was about. The memory he had slipped into the evidence pile that pretty woman had dropped when they'd collided the memory that contained Pettigrew's confession and consequently the evidence of Sirius' innocence. Amelia Bones must have viewed it.
Taking a deep breath, Harry began to pace, his footsteps echoing in the suddenly silent room. The floating targets had disappeared, replaced by a large, ornate mirror. Harry caught glimpses of himself as he walked back and forth, noting the determination in his eyes, mixed with a hint of apprehension.
"Okay," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. "Stay calm. Stick to the truth. What happened at the end of last year. Everything she must've already seen. There's no need to lie, not anymore. And if she asks why I slipped it with the evidence instead of approaching her directly… well, that matter would be best discussed with her on the spot."
He stopped in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. "Remember, you're in the right, you have the truth on your side, and if she hates Death Eaters as much as Dumbledore said she does, then she must be willing to do everything in her power to help an innocent."
But even as he said it, Harry knew it wasn't entirely true. He knew better than most how manipulative people could be. He didn't know the woman personally, and it was entirely possible that she would use this information to her advantage in some manner. He was tired of playing by rules that seemed designed to protect the guilty and punish the innocent. It was in his best interests to have a backup plan ready in case things went south.
He thought of Sirius, forced to be a wanderer far away from his homeland, a prisoner once more in every sense of the word after escaping the hell of Azkaban. He thought of Pettigrew, still out there, still serving Voldemort. His jaw clenched.
"No," he said firmly to his reflection. "I'm someone who's going to set things right, no matter what it takes."
Harry knew the stakes were high. If Amelia Bones believed the memory, it could mean freedom for Sirius. If she suspected Harry of any wrongdoing or manipulation, it could all fall apart. If she turned out to be another politician, then he could be at her mercy. And if word got back to those fucking Death Eaters and their supporters in the Ministry that there was some sort of meddling in Sirius' case… one they must have vested interest in…
Harry shook his head, banishing the thoughts from his mind. He couldn't afford to think about the risks now. He had to focus on the task at hand.
Harry turned away from the mirror, which promptly vanished. In its place, a massive pool appeared, with numerous practice dummies floating inside. Without hesitation, Harry raised his wand and ascended high in the air. The Bubblehead Charm – a temporary fix – appeared instantly as he dove underwater and thrust his wand forward.
"Stupefy!" he shouted.
The crimson bolt slowly struck a dummy and it flew backward, crashing into another.
"Incarcerous!"
Ropes sprung around the dummy from nowhere, binding the dummy tightly. It seemed Transfiguration worked better than Charms when under the surface.
For the next hour, Harry ran through every defensive and offensive spell he knew, pushing himself to cast faster, move quicker. By the time he finished, he was breathing heavily, his muscles aching, but his mind was clear and focused.
He commanded the room to vanish everything and summoned a towel and a fresh set of clothes from his trunk, quickly changing and making himself presentable. As he did, he ran through his story once more, refining the details and preparing for any questions Amelia might ask.
Finally, feeling as ready as he could be, Harry took a deep breath and called out, "Dobby!"
With a soft pop, the house-elf appeared. "Mr. Harry Potter called for Dobby?"
"Yes, Dobby. I've been summoned to the Ministry on urgent business. I need you to remain on standby and come to me the moment I call for you. Can you do that for me?"
Dobby nodded vigorously, his large ears flapping. "Yes, Harry Potter sir! Dobby will be ready!"
As Dobby disappeared, Harry turned to Hedwig. "I might need you later, girl. Stay close, okay?"
Hedwig hooted in understanding, spreading her wings and gliding out through the ceiling opening.
Harry squared his shoulders, his green eyes flashing with determination. Whatever happened in Amelia's office, he was as ready as he could be. For Sirius's sake, for the sake of justice, he had to succeed.
With a final glance around the Room of Requirement, Harry strode towards the door. The fate of his godfather, and perhaps much more, hung in the balance.
-Break-
The fireplace in Amelia Bones' office flared with emerald flames, and Harry Potter stepped out, brushing the soot from his robes. He took a moment to steady himself, running a hand through his perpetually messy black hair.
"Mr. Potter," Amelia greeted him, rising from behind her imposing oak desk. "Thank you for coming so promptly."
"Madam Bones," Harry replied cautiously, shaking her offered hand. He noticed her firm grip and the sharp look in her eyes behind her monocle, and his instincts told him this was not a woman to be trifled with. "Your letter sounded urgent."
"Because the matter is urgent," Amelia nodded, gesturing to a high-backed chair in front of her desk. "Please, have a seat."
As Harry settled into the chair, he took in the office. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with thick legal tomes and what looked like case files. Magical instruments whirred and puffed on various surfaces, and a large enchanted window showed a view of London that Harry suspected was entirely fabricated, given their underground location.
Amelia tapped a small silver bell on her desk. The clear, resonant tone seemed to linger in the air longer than it should have. "We're just waiting on one more person," she explained at his curious look.
Harry's lips pursed as he gazed at her. He had already been on edge, and his apprehension ratcheted up another notch. He wondered who else could be joining them. He had prepared for a one-on-one meeting with Amelia Bones, not an audience.
Moments later, the heavy oak door opened, and a young woman entered. Harry's eyes widened in recognition, and he had to stop himself from visibly reacting. It was her the woman he had collided with in the Ministry corridor when he had planted the memory vial with the rest of the evidence. The only difference was that her hair was colored differently from before.
"Auror Tonks, thank you for joining us," Amelia said.
The woman – Auror Tonks - nodded respectfully to Amelia before turning her gaze to Harry. Her hair, which had been a shade of blue during their brief encounter in the Ministry, was now a vibrant bubblegum pink, tied in a ponytail, with streaks of gold running through it. Harry reiterated to himself as he took her in she was bloody hot.
"Mr. Potter, this is Nymphadora Tonks, one of our junior Aurors," Amelia continued, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Just Tonks, please," the young woman said with a grin, extending her hand to Harry. "Wotcher, Harry. Nice to finally meet you properly."
Harry shook her hand, trying to keep his surprise from showing on his face. Her demeanor was also much different from before.
"Nice to meet you too, uh… Tonks," he managed, wondering if she recognized him from their collision.
As Tonks took a seat next to Harry, she leaned in slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, your photos don't do you justice. Those eyes are even greener in person. I totally didn't notice anything that day."
"Uh, thanks?" Harry replied, caught off guard by the unexpected flirtation. He quickly caught his bearings though, giving her a tight smile.
Amelia cleared her throat loudly, fixing Tonks with a stern look. "Auror Tonks, need I remind you of the importance of maintaining professional conduct?"
Tonks straightened in her chair, her hair briefly shifting to a more subdued brown before flickering back to pink and gold. "Right, sorry, Madam Bones," she said, though the corner of her mouth twitched in a suppressed smile.
Amelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes and turned her attention back to Harry, her expression serious. The playful atmosphere that was permeating the office since Tonks' arrival evaporated instantly.
"Mr. Potter, I'll get straight to the point. A few days ago, Auror Tonks brought in some evidence related to an ongoing investigation. Among that evidence was a memory vial that she doesn't recall collecting."
Harry's heart began to race, but he worked to keep his expression neutral. Years of facing dangerous situations had taught him the importance of maintaining a calm façade.
"I see," he said carefully. "And what does this have to do with me, Madam Bones?"
Amelia's gaze was penetrating as she continued, "We have reason to believe you may have... added this memory vial to the evidence. Auror Tonks recalls colliding with someone matching your description just before submitting the evidence. Additionally, you were seen in the Improper Use of Magic Office that day, inquiring about human transfiguration laws. If that is not enough, you were the only person who visited the department that day at the time concerned."
Harry felt Tonks shift beside him, and he risked a glance in her direction. Her face was grin, her lips set in a thin line, and her hair was cycling through various shades of pink and purple, betraying her agitation.
Turning back to Amelia, Harry released a deep breath. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the conversation he had wanted to have with the woman sitting in front of him. This could make or break everything, and he hoped once again that Amelia Bones was truly a woman of principle and integrity.
"You're right," he said confidently, his voice steady. "I did put that vial with the other evidence."
Tonks shifted slightly beside him, while Amelia's expression remained impassive, though Harry thought he detected a flicker of something affront? respect? in her eyes.
"Mr. Potter," Amelia said, her voice stern but not unkind, "I hope you understand the seriousness of tampering with evidence. This is not a trivial matter. Why don't you tell us exactly what happened?"
Harry took a deep breath, steeling himself. He could feel the weight of both women's gazes on him, the air in the office thick with tension. "The memory in that vial... it proves that Sirius Black is innocent," he began, his voice growing stronger as he spoke. "I don't know how much you know about what happened a few months ago before the school year ended, but I had to get the evidence to someone who might be able to do something, especially after the Minister flat-out denied everything."
He paused, gathering his thoughts. "As you may understand, I was skeptical of this... feeling that if I just handed it over, it might disappear. There are people powerful people who don't want the truth about Sirius to come out. People who have a vested interest in keeping him branded as a traitor and a murderer."
Harry looked directly into Amelia's eyes, willing her to understand. "I know what I did was underhanded, and that I should have tried to come to you directly. But I was not sure if that was even possible. In any case, how it unfolded does not matter to me. Sirius is innocent, and that memory proves it. He's suffered for twelve years in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit. I couldn't just do nothing. Not when I had the means to help him."
A heavy silence fell over the office. Tonks glanced from Harry to Amelia, her hair now a deep, pensive blue. The only sound was the soft whirring of the magical instruments scattered around the room.
Finally, Amelia spoke, her voice measured. "Mr. Potter, while I understand your motivations, your actions were incredibly reckless. You've put me in a very difficult position." She paused, removing her monocle to clean it with a soft cloth she produced from her desk drawer. "However…" she continued, replacing the monocle and fixing Harry with a piercing stare, "the contents of that memory are indeed… troubling. It raises questions that cannot be ignored, regardless of how the evidence came to light."
She leaned back in her chair, her fingers steepled in front of her. "I hope you realize, Mr. Potter, that this situation is not easy to navigate at all. Even I can't say for certain what the consequences might be. As you said, a lot of powerful people have a vested interest in the Blacks. But for now, I need you to tell me everything you know about this memory and how things unfolded. I have already seen the memory but your testimony as an eye-witness is essential as well, so leave nothing out. The integrity of any potential case we might build hinges on complete transparency from this point forward."
Harry nodded, feeling a complex mix of relief, apprehension, and determination. So far, Amelia Bones had come off as a woman who truly wanted to know more about this case and he could detect no hint of treachery from her. Yet, he remained vigilant for the slightest bit of lapse in her demeanor.
As he began to speak, recounting the details of how the events at the end of his third year at Hogwarts had unfolded, he caught Tonks giving him a small, encouraging smile as a quill recorded everything he said on a large scroll of parchment. The woman's hair had settled into a warm shade of pink, and it made him curious as to what interest she had in this case that she seemed so supportive of him right now. However, he did not dwell too much on it and kept recounting everything that had happened while a pensive Amelia Bones listened silently.
As Harry finished recounting every detail he could remember about the memory and everything else he felt was necessary for the woman to know about the case, Amelia Bones sat back in her chair, her face a mask of professional neutrality. The only sign of her inner thoughts was a slight furrow in her brow as she processed the information.
"Thank you for your sincerity, Mr. Potter," she said after a moment of silence as she flicked her wand and rolled the parchment, putting it inside her drawer. "I appreciate the thoroughness of your account. While I cannot condone your methods, I understand the gravity of what this memory potentially represents."
Harry nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "So, what happens now, Madam Bones?"
Amelia adjusted her monocle, her gaze sharp. "I will be reopening the investigation into Sirius Black's case. This new evidence, regardless of how it came to light, cannot be ignored. We will need the Unspeakables to verify the authenticity of the memory and follow up on any leads it provides."
Harry leaned forward, a thought suddenly occurring to him. "There is something else I came to know at a later date that you should know about. Sirius never received a trial after the war. He was sent straight to Azkaban."
This information seemed to startle even the unflappable Amelia Bones. Her eyebrows shot up, and she exchanged a quick glance with Tonks, whose hair had turned a shocked white.
"No trial?" Amelia repeated, her voice tight with controlled anger. "That is... highly irregular and deeply concerning. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mr. Potter. It will certainly factor into our investigation."
She stood up, signaling the end of the meeting. "For now, Mr. Potter, you're free to go. But I must ask that you remain available should we need to question you further. And please, do not take any more... shall we say, extrajudicial actions. Let the law work as it should."
Harry stood, nodding solemnly. "I understand, Madam Bones. Thank you for listening and for taking this seriously."
As Harry stepped away from the chair to leave, he noticed Tonks rise as well. "I'll walk you out, Harry," she said, her tone casual but her eyes intense.
He was meaning to take the floo back to The Three Broomsticks, but something told him this woman wanted to talk to him about something. He nodded and decided to walk with her.
In the corridor outside Amelia's office, Harry turned to Tonks. "You seemed really interested in all of this. Can I ask why? It can't be only because of the huge scandal that this case is…"
Tonks' hair shifted to a deep, midnight blue as she sighed. "Sirius is my uncle - well, my mum's cousin, to be exact. We've always believed he was innocent, you know. Mum said there was no way Sirius would have betrayed James and Lily. But without evidence..." She trailed off, shaking her head.
Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "I had no idea. So you're related to Sirius?"
Tonks nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, that's us. Well, the disowned branch, anyway. Mum was blasted off the family tapestry for marrying my Muggle-born dad."
She placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, her eyes suddenly shining with unshed tears. "Harry, I can't tell you what this means to us. After all these years, to have hope again... Thank you. For everything you're doing for Sirius."
Harry felt a lump form in his throat. "I... I'm just trying to do what's right. Sirius doesn't deserve what's happened to him. And well… he's my godfather as well, or dogfather, as he likes to call himself."
At her curious look, he explained the origins, and Tonks could not help but let out a tinkling laugh. Harry also could not help but keep staring at her. The sound of her laugh was very pleasing to his ears.
Tonks nodded, now in a much better mood. "Well, in any case, you've got allies now. We all have. Whatever happens, I believe we're not in this alone anymore."
Harry exchanged a warm smile with her as they walked through the long DMLE corridor.
As they reached the lifts, Tonks' hair shifted back to its vibrant pink. "Oh, and Harry? Next time you want to plant evidence, maybe work on your collision technique. You're not as sneaky as you think," she said with a wink.
Harry couldn't help but laugh, feeling a lot lighter now than he had since receiving that letter from Amelia Bones. "I'll keep that in mind. Though I hope there won't be a next time."
Tonks grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, if you ever need a partner in crime, I might be persuaded to lend my considerable talents. I am a metamorph, after all."
To demonstrate, she scrunched up her face in concentration, and suddenly, she was the spitting image of Amelia Bones herself, albeit with pink hair that quickly turned crimson.
Harry's eyes widened slightly. "Merlin, I'd only read about metamorphs, but seeing your powers in action is something else! You could be anyone, without gorging yourself with that horrid Polyjuice."
Tonks-as-Amelia winked, and it was disconcerting for Harry to see the stern woman from before making such a flirtatious expression. "I could be. But I think I prefer being me. Especially when I'm around handsome, heroic types who go around righting wrongs and saving innocent men… and damsels, I hope?"
She morphed back into her usual form, but took a step closer to Harry. "You know, Harry, when this is all over, maybe we could grab a butterbeer sometime? Maybe after the second task of this death trap of a tournament? I'd love to hear more about your adventures. I bet you've got some stories that would make even an Auror's hair stand on end. Like an encounter with a dragon or two? Or using Blood Magic? Or even trying your hand at being the next big bad Dark Lord? All sound pretty fun, to be honest."
Harry's eyes widened slightly. The last thing he could have imagined today when he woke up was being asked out by a hot, older woman who also happened to be an auror, who he had discovered was the niece of his godfather, and someone who, he had admitted to himself multiple times already, was bloody hot. He caught himself staring at her in surprise for a moment too long and quickly caught himself.
"I, uh... yeah, that sounds great. I'd like that."
Tonks beamed. "It's a date then. Well, not a date-date. Unless you want it to be. But no pressure. Just two people, drinking butterbeer, talking about life-threatening situations. Totally casual."
Harry chuckled, finding Tonks' rambling oddly endearing. "Sounds perfect to me."
The lift arrived with a soft 'ding', and Harry stepped inside. As the doors began to close, Tonks called out, "Oh, and Harry? Try not to get into any more trouble before then, yeah? I'd hate to have to arrest you before our not-date."
Harry grinned as the doors closed, catching a final glimpse of Tonks' wink and her hair turning a warm, rosy hue.
As the lift began its ascent, Harry leaned against the wall, his mind whirling. The meeting with Amelia Bones had gone better than he'd dared hope, and now he had unexpected allies in both her and Tonks. Plus, the prospect of getting to know Tonks better was certainly intriguing.
For the first time in a long while, Harry felt truly optimistic about Sirius' situation. The fight to clear Sirius' name wouldn't be easy, but at least now, it felt like a fight they could win. And with allies like Tonks by his side, Harry couldn't help but feel that brighter days were ahead. At the very least, he wound not have to play with Susan's feelings and use her to get close to her aunt. He could form a proper, mutual bond with her instead, free of any manipulations. It was indeed a massive burden he had shaken off.
As the lift neared the Atrium, Harry straightened up and took a deep breath. He had a lot to tell Sirius, and plans to make. But for now, he allowed himself a moment to savor this small victory and the unexpected connections it had brought. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he was ready to face them head-on, starting with the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament.
TBC.
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