As soon as Harry got back to the manor he immediately fell into the loveseat in exhaustion, which is where Amelia found him when she got home from finishing the paperwork, he had so thoroughly distracted her from that morning. When Amelia saw him, she smirked and immediately went to straddle his lap and continue the 'conversation' they had begun in her office that morning. It took Susan banging on the door and demanding they join her for dinner, or else she would have Utterson move the loveseat out into the garden to get them out of the room.
After dinner Susan guilt tripped them into playing a few rounds of exploding snaps with her, by pouting and sadly claiming they never had time for her. She didn't really feel that way, they spent plenty of time with her, but she loved watching them squirm and steal longing glances at each other. She was happy for her aunt, really, but did they do anything other than snog in that loveseat?
"Since you guys are spending the weekend at the villa, I think I'll stay at Hannah's for the weekend. They just got back from Italy, so it'd be nice to hear about her trip." Said Susan in the middle of their third game.
"That sounds like a fine idea Susan, say hello to the Abbott's for me." Said Amelia stealing another glance at Harry.
"Of course auntie," said Susan with a smile as she played her next card. "I have to say I'm disappointed you haven't taken me on a holiday yet uncle. You two will have been to France twice now and you haven't taken me anywhere. Although I'm not sure I really want to be in your sex shack. Is there even any furniture in the villa that is safe to sit on?" She asked expecting Harry to blush and stutter like he usually did, but he caught on to her game and surprised her.
"Not after tomorrow night," he said with a completely serious expression on his face. Amelia gasped and spat her wine all over the cards, then she laughed as she watched Susan pale as she realized what he meant.
"Gahh, thanks for the image Harry. I've learned my lesson. I won't tease you again." She giggled, eyeing them both awkwardly. They sat in silence for a while looking at the wet cards on the table.
"Well, it's been fun, but seeing as the cards are ruined I think I might pack up my things and head over to Hannah's." Susan stood up and kissed them both on the cheek before leaving the room. "Enjoy your weekend, but please don't tell me about it." She said with a wave.
o – o – o – o – o
The next morning Harry woke up to the sight of Amelia's red hair spread across his chest with her arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala. He smiled down at her and then began lazily running his fingers through her hair until she began to stir.
"Hmm, are you going for a run?" asked Amelia contently as she ran her fingers over Harry's chest.
"Not today, I want to conserve my stamina for later." Said Harry smiling as he watched a deep blush travel up Amelia's body.
"About tonight," said Amelia looking up at him. "Are you sure it's what you want? It's not that I'm not looking forward to it I just don't want you to feel pressured. I'm perfectly satisfied with where our relationship is now. I want you to know that." Harry leaned in and gave her a chaste but meaningful kiss.
"I am too, and I don't feel pressured. I'm ready to take this step with you Amelia. I want to, I want you."
"Alright Harry," she said kissing him back. "I know you said you made dinner reservations but what do you want to do till then?"
"Is staying in bed all day an option?" asked Harry as he began to run his hands down her side and teased the edge of her breasts.
"I don't see why not," responded Amelia huskily. Harry laughed.
"How about we start with breakfast and go from there? Alice?" Called Harry.
"Could you bring us some breakfast please," asked Harry when the house elf appeared.
"Yes Harry sir, right away." As soon as Alice popped out of the room Harry rolled Amelia onto her back and claimed her lips fiercely before moving to assault her neck.
o – o – o – o – o
After breakfast they decided to go the villa early and enjoy a day on the beach before their dinner plans, so Harry called for Kayla and gave her a list of things to be brought to the villa for the weekend and then they changed into swimwear and apparated to the villa.
Once they arrived, Amelia immediately dropped her dress to the floor and Harry was shocked into silence for several minutes as he watched Amelia walk down to the beach in nothing but a black bikini and white sun hat. When he finally caught up Amelia had conjured a couple of sun loungers and was laying out a big fluffy blue towel.
Harry thoroughly enjoyed covering Amelia's body with sun cream, even though it strictly wasn't necessary since there was a sun protection charm, but Harry had insisted stating that some things were just better done the muggle way.
They had a wonderful relaxing day together. They enjoyed a picnic lunch on the beach, swam, snoggedin the ocean, went for a walk along the shore, and then returned and lounged in the sun for a while talking about literature, which led to more snogging and desperate touching until they were both on edge. An hour before their dinner reservations Harry insisted they go back to the villa and get ready. Amelia firmly told Harry she would get ready in the guest room to avoid distraction, much to Harry's disappointment.
Harry was nervously pacing in the lounge when Amelia walked in. She looked stunning in a burgundy dress with matching flats and a grey cover all. Her hair was down, and her lips were lightly blushed with gloss.
"You look beautiful 'Melia," said Harry as he kissed her hand, then he leaned into her and whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to undress you later."
Let's go before you make us late," growled Amelia playfully as she grabbed the jar of Floo powder and held it out for Harry. With a small grin, he took a handful, and moments later, they disappeared into magical Paris.
The pub they arrived in reminded Harry of the Leaky Cauldron, though it was far larger and more elegantly decorated. Despite its sophistication, it had the same musty smell and the hum of conversation and activity. As soon as Amelia appeared in the fireplace behind him, Harry grabbed her hand, and they stepped out onto the bustling streets of Muggle Paris.
"Let's come back later to check out their version of Diagon Alley," Harry said, glancing over his shoulder at the pub.
"Deal," Amelia replied with a smile, her eyes sparkling in the Parisian twilight.
At dinner, the pair shared a simple yet delightful meal: a pizza, a slice of decadent chocolate cake, and a bottle of fine French red wine. Harry watched in amusement as Amelia took her first-ever bite of pizza, raising her eyebrows in surprise at the unfamiliar but delicious flavours.
"I can't believe you've never had pizza," Harry teased as she finished her slice.
"It's hardly the sort of thing you find in wizarding Britain," Amelia replied, her tone slightly defensive but softened by her smile.
As they ate, Amelia began talking about the evidence she was gathering against Minister Fudge and the progress she was making toward securing Sirius a posthumous trial.
"Are we always going to talk about Sirius on our dates?" Harry asked with a teasing smile, though his tone carried a hint of weariness.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Amelia said, her expression softening. "I know I talk about work too much."
"It's okay. I know your job is important to you, and you've got a lot on your plate," Harry sighed. He leaned forward, his gaze locking with hers. "How about this—tell me about the progress you're making clearing Sirius' name, and then, for the rest of dinner, I'd like to spend time with my fiancée Amelia instead of the Director of the DMLE." He smirked. "Though if she wants to make an appearance later tonight, I won't complain."
Amelia laughed softly, her cheeks tinged pink. "Alright, Harry. I spoke to Albus again this week, and he implied that Fudge was the key player in Sirius not getting a trial. I've gathered all the evidence to prove it, but the case will be much stronger if we can find Peter."
Harry's expression darkened at the mention of Pettigrew. "It might be hard to find the rat, but I really hope you can, Amelia. Clearing Sirius' name would mean a lot. Even though..." He trailed off, his voice heavy with emotion.
Amelia reached out, resting her hand on his. "We'll make it happen, Harry. I promise."
Sensing his mood shift, she changed the subject. "You never told me how you did on your OWLs. That bad?" she asked with a teasing smirk.
Harry chuckled and set down his wine glass. "Yes and no. I got seven OWLs."
"Seven is nothing to be ashamed of, Harry," Amelia said encouragingly.
"I know, but it's not the best either," Harry admitted. "I feel like I could've done better. Honestly, I never really put the effort into studying that I should have. I'm disappointed in myself, I guess."
Amelia nodded thoughtfully. "What do you want to do after Hogwarts?"
"I always thought I wanted to be an Auror," Harry said, pausing to take another sip of wine. "But now... I don't think that's what I want anymore. I've had enough fighting for one lifetime."
"I understand that," Amelia said, cutting another bite of pizza. "So, what else interests you?"
"Well, I've been enjoying the research I've been doing with Hermione—experimenting with new ideas and spells. I'm leaning toward the Department of Mysteries, but I know it's hard to get into."
"It is," Amelia agreed, "but seven OWLs is a good start. Focus on getting as many NEWTs as possible. That's what they'll really look at."
Harry nodded, taking her words to heart. "Do you have any advice?"
"Always, Harry," Amelia said with a warm smile. "Now that you've got the family rings to help you absorb information faster, use that advantage. Go back through everything you've learned over the last five years. Master every spell, transfiguration, and potion until you can do them effortlessly—then work on doing them wandlessly and silently. That will put you miles ahead for your NEWT-level classes."
Harry grinned. "That was already my plan for the summer. I was even thinking of adding Ancient Runes."
"That's a lot to juggle," Amelia said, "but I know you can handle it. And if you need help..."
"I'll be sure to call you to my quarters for some 'studying,'" Harry said with a cheeky smirk.
Amelia rolled her eyes, but her laughter betrayed her amusement. They spent the rest of dinner chatting comfortably, with Amelia regaling Harry with stories of her own duels against Moody during Auror training.
After finishing the wine and the chocolate cake, Amelia took great pleasure in paying with the Potter family's Muggle credit card, much to Harry's amusement. They left the restaurant and hopped on a Muggle bus tour of the city, enjoying the sights and each other's company.
When the tour was over, they returned to the magical side of Paris and explored its version of Diagon Alley. Harry was in awe of the unfamiliar shops and items, but his flustered reaction in a lingerie store stole the show. Amelia dragged him inside, insisting he help her pick out "something nice." Despite his protests, Harry couldn't hide the blush that crept up his neck as Amelia modelled a few items for his opinion.
As they made their way back to the villa, their arms were laden with shopping bags, and their spirits were light. The night in Paris had been everything they needed—a perfect blend of romance, fun, and the promise of many more adventures to come.
When Harry came out of the fireplace into the lounge, he had a moment of nervousness about what was coming next, but before he could work himself into a panic Amelia stepped through and immediately pulled him into a searing kiss while simultaneously pushing him towards the bedroom. They stumbled up the stairs and threw each other's clothes off haphazardly as they went never breaking the kiss.
When Harry felt the back of his knees hit the bed, he turned them around and gently manoeuvred Amelia so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He slowly removed her underwear and then kissed both her feet, her calves, and the inside of each thigh. Hemoved slowly up her body, stopped for a moment to give attention to each breast before finally he reached her mouth. She pulled him down needily and explored his mouth like it was the first time. Her hands slide everywhere, nails scratched down his back and sides and over his chest. Eventually she pushed him away so she could look into his gasped at the lust filled haze he saw as he looked into Amelia's eyes.
* START OF LEMON *
"We've had a full day of foreplay Harry, please I can't take anymore. I need you." She whimpered before nipping at his pulse point and kissing along the shell of his ear. "Make me yours, Harry." She whispered. Harry growled and removed his boxers before he positioned himself over her opening. He leaned down and kissed her as he slowly pushed into her. Harry could feel her core stretching to accommodate him, so he waited until he felt her relax before he pushed in further; stopping when he was almost all the way in. He pulled back and then eased forward again feeling her take all of him this time. He moaned at the sensation.
"You feel amazing Amelia." He whispered in her ear as he pulled back again and then plunged in deeply causing Amelia's hips to thrust up to meet his as she moaned into his mouth. He set a pleasurable rhythm and when Amelia began panting into his neck, he picked up his pace. Amelia pulled her knees back to take him in further and Harry screamed her name as a bolt of intense pleasure shot through his body. He took a breast into his mouth and sucked on it while his other hand found her clit and rubbed it with fervour. When he started to feel her walls clench and unclench around him, he got lost in everything that was Amelia, the sight of her writhing underneath him, her smell, the taste of her sweat on his lips.
He tried to hang on as long as he could, but when he heard her moan out his name in ecstasy, he lost control and with a deep thrust he felt himself thickening and then the wave of his climax crashed through him and he pumped his seed deep inside her. He slowed his motion and kissed her tenderly. When Amelia's grip on him loosened he stilled, and pushed himself up slightly with his arms so he could smile at her. Amelia pulled him back down for a languid kiss as their heart beats slowed. After several more minutes of kissing Harry felt himself hardening again inside her. He went to pull out, but Amelia wrapped her legs around his waist and started thrusting into him gently, letting him know she was ready for round two.
* END OF LEMON *
A few hours later Harry led Amelia down to the lounge where a platter of fruit, cheese and chocolate had been put out for them. Amelia laughed when she saw their favourite love seat in the centre of the room.
They sat in the loveseat and shared a glass of water and refuelled by feeding each other grapes and bites of cheese, this quickly led to them christening the love seat, and the rug, and the staircase back up to the bedroom when Harry saw Amelia's naked bottom bouncing as she walked up the stairs in front of him. The sun was coming up when they finally fell asleep; sated and content in each other's arms.
The next afternoon Susan was sitting in the kitchen at Potter Manor eating a late lunch after returning from Hannah's. Her eyes widened when she saw Amelia slowly walk into the kitchen looking a little unsteady on her feet. She spit out her pumpkin juice when she saw her aunt sit down at the table with a slight wince and a satisfied smile.
"Good afternoon Susan, how is Hannah?" Said Amelia as she helped herself to lunch.
"Um, she's good. I'm going to go, I – uh - have homework to do," said Susan blushing in embarrassment as she ran to her room. Amelia was too lost in her memories of the night before to realize it was weird for Susan to be doing homework this early in the summer.
O – o – o – o
On Monday morning, Harry was woken by the sharp crack of Jekyll Apparating into the room. The disgruntled house-elf stood by the bed, glaring at Harry with a levitating letter in tow. Harry's stomach sank as he immediately recognized the telltale scarlet envelope of a Howler.
He nudged Amelia gently. "Amelia, wake up. You'll want to see this."
Amelia stirred, sitting up and blinking groggily at the floating envelope. Her eyes widened as she registered the formal duel acceptance seal emblazoned on it.
"He sent it as a Howler? How unusual," she said, rubbing her eyes.
Jekyll crossed his arms, his scowl deepening. "If you die, Alice will be most displeased." With that ominous remark, he popped away without waiting for a reply.
"Guess that means porridge for breakfast this week," Amelia said with a chuckle, though her tone was tinged with unease. She glanced at the Howler. "Well, let's get it over with."
Harry nodded grimly and touched the envelope. It burst open, unleashing a booming laugh that filled the room, dripping with malice.
"I look forward to taking everything from you, foolish boy. I accept your terms. Bellatrix will be my second," declared Rodolphus Lestrange's voice, his sinister mirth echoing long after the words ended. The Howler then burst into flames, leaving only a faint trace of smoke curling into the air.
For a moment, there was silence.
"You'll be ready, Harry," Amelia said firmly, her voice steady and full of conviction. She reached over to take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I believe in you."
Harry turned to her, a small smile breaking through his somber expression. Leaning down, he kissed her gently. "Thank you, 'Melia."
He started to get out of bed, but Amelia tugged him back, pulling him into another kiss. This one lingered, a comforting exchange of strength and affection. When she finally released him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead before slipping out of bed.
"I'll send an owl to Griphook to inform him of the duel date," Harry said, pausing at the door with a cheeky grin. "Then I'll meet you downstairs for that porridge."
Amelia laughed softly, shaking her head. "I'll hold you to that."
As Harry left the room, her smile faltered slightly. She watched the door for a moment longer, her expression thoughtful. Though she had every faith in Harry, she couldn't help but feel the weight of what lay ahead.
After breakfast—which, as Amelia had predicted, was porridge—they prepared for the day and floo'd to the Ministry. As they stepped out of the fireplace in the atrium, Harry gave Amelia's hand a soft squeeze, offering her a brief smile before heading down to the Auror Corps training rooms for his session with Moody.
Amelia watched him go, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned to her own duties.
Harry's day began with a brisk warm-up, but Moody wasted no time throwing him into the deep end.
"Potter, you're dueling everyone today," Moody barked, his magical eye whirling as he sized up Harry.
"Everyone?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Everyone who's available," Moody growled, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred face.
And so it began. Harry faced off against every Auror in the room, one by one, each bringing their own unique style and strategies.
To the surprise of nearly everyone except Moody, Harry won every duel. Some were close, some more decisive, but by the end, Harry was a crumpled heap on the floor, drenched in sweat and utterly spent. He lay there, chest heaving, feeling every muscle in his body scream in protest.
He couldn't deny it—he had learned a great deal from the experience. Facing such a wide variety of fighting styles had forced him to adapt quickly and hone his instincts. But that didn't mean he had to like Moody at the moment.
"Do I need to get your wife to come scrape you off the floor?" Moody growled, his voice cutting through the room like a whip.
A few onlookers raised their eyebrows at the comment, but no one dared to say a word.
"No, sir," Harry gritted out, forcing himself to his feet despite the protest of his exhausted limbs.
"Good. Your spell chains were better today," Moody said, his tone grudgingly approving. "And your improvisation? That's what's going to keep you alive. Just don't get reckless, boy."
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, giving a respectful nod even as his legs threatened to buckle.
"Now, get to the showers," Moody said, his magical eye narrowing as he leaned closer. "You smell so bad even a dog wouldn't sniff your arse."
With that parting shot, Moody limped out of the room, his wooden leg tapping sharply against the floor.
Harry rolled his eyes but took the advice. He trudged toward the showers, feeling a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. As much as he begrudged Moody's methods, he couldn't argue with the results.
o – o – o – o – o
That night, Harry's nightmares returned in full force, haunting him relentlessly every time he closed his eyes. They never let up, plaguing him night after night.
In some, he won the duel. He stood there, covered in Rodolphus Lestrange's blood, only to see everyone around him looking at him in disgust. Cedric and Sirius shook their heads in disappointment. Amelia, horrified, turned and ran from him, never to return.
In others, he lost. His lifeless body lay on the ground, drenched in his own blood, while Amelia screamed and sobbed, clutching him. Bellatrix stood over them, laughing triumphantly.
Each scenario was more harrowing than the last, and Harry couldn't decide which was worse: winning or losing.
Every night, he would wake up drenched in sweat, his heart racing. Without fail, Amelia would wake too, magically cleaning him up before pulling him close. She would whisper softly, assuring him of her love, her voice a soothing balm. She feathered gentle kisses across his face and lips until he calmed enough to fall back into an uneasy sleep.
The days fell into a strained routine. Neither Harry nor Amelia was sleeping well, and the exhaustion showed. Harry had abandoned his morning workouts, both because of his sleepless nights and the sheer physical toll Moody's training sessions were taking on him.
Instead, he spent his mornings with Amelia until she left for work. Then he would practice spell chains, experiment with new spells, or hone his apparation skills until lunch. Afternoons were filled with discussions in the library with Hermione or preparing for his NEWTs, though he'd started taking naps before dinner to combat the fatigue.
Amelia, meanwhile, had thrown herself into planning Harry's birthday party, though she refused to tell him anything about her plans, despite his persistent curiosity. Eventually, he gave up trying to persuade her to spill the details.
Friday morning, a response arrived from Griphook. The letter requested Harry's presence at Gringotts at his earliest convenience to discuss the duel.
"What could they possibly want to discuss?" Harry thought with a frustrated sigh. "I'm really getting tired of that place."
After discussing it with Amelia, they decided to visit on Sunday, when she had the day off.
When they arrived, a small army of goblins immediately escorted them to Ragnuk's private office, much to the curiosity of the other patrons in the bank. Harry chuckled softly as they approached the ornate golden doors he'd admired during his first meeting with Griphook earlier that summer.
"Guess I know why it was so well-guarded," Harry mused aloud.
"How many wizards do you think have ever been in this office?" he asked, glancing at Amelia.
"I'd guess less than a dozen," she replied thoughtfully.
They didn't have to wait long. A door appeared seamlessly on the far wall, and Ragnuk entered, Griphook following close behind.
Harry and Amelia stood and bowed respectfully to the Goblin King. Harry repeated the formal greeting Ragnuk had given him during their last meeting, earning a rare smile from the goblin.
Ragnuk motioned for them to sit. "The arena will be ready for your duel next month," he began. "Both parties will wear special goblin-crafted Portkeys that will transport you into the ring at the appointed time. The arena will be shielded to prevent interference, and the Portkey will remove the victor the moment the duel concludes. This will ensure that the second cannot retaliate."
He glanced pointedly at Amelia as he said this, clearly aware of her reputation for being as fierce as any foe Bellatrix could provide. Harry nodded in understanding.
"We have asked you here," Ragnuk continued, "because, as a friend to the Goblin Nation, we wish to offer you a gift."
Harry blinked in surprise. "I didn't realise goblins gave gifts," he thought, though he wisely kept the comment to himself.
With a snap of Ragnuk's fingers, a large parcel appeared on the desk. He handed it to Harry, who unwrapped it carefully. Inside was a set of breathtaking armour—sleek, intricate, and unlike anything Harry had ever seen.
"We crafted this from the basilisk skin you provided," Ragnuk explained. "It will protect you from almost anything, except an Unforgivable Curse. Be warned, however, that the more powerful the magic it absorbs, the less effective it will become. Depending on the strength of your opponent's spells and your own skill, it could last one battle or a hundred. May it be the latter in your case."
Harry's eyes widened as he ran his fingers over the smooth, supple material. "Can I wear this during the duel?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes," Ragnuk said. "There is no rule against armour. I expect Lestrange will wear the best he can find as well. You are also entitled to a weapon, Lord Potter-Black."
Ragnuk pushed a carved wooden box across the desk. Harry opened it to reveal a steel hunting knife, engraved with runes that seemed to shimmer faintly in the light.
"Lestrange will likely use his wife's cursed dagger," Ragnuk continued. "We deemed it imperative that you have something of equal value."
Harry stared at the knife in awe before looking up at Ragnuk. "Why would you give me these?" he asked, his voice tinged with shock.
"It has been centuries since the Goblin Nation allied with wizards," Ragnuk said, his tone measured. "While we cannot offer you a formal alliance, we are on your side. The outcome of this war will be far better for our kind if you prevail."
Harry struggled to find the words to respond.
Amelia stepped in, bowing her head slightly. "On behalf of the wizarding world, I offer you our thanks for these most gracious gifts, King Ragnuk. Personally, I am deeply grateful as well."
Ragnuk nodded solemnly. "May you prove yourself a warrior worthy of these gifts, Lord Potter-Black." With that, he rose, bowed briefly, and left the room.
As Harry and Amelia left Gringotts, both wore smiles of quiet determination. With every step, they felt a little more confident that they could forge a future together.
o – o – o – o – o
The following week marked an important milestone for Harry—it was time for him to claim his seats in the Wizengamot. Since the session fell the day before his birthday, Amelia suggested combining the occasion with school shopping in Diagon Alley. She planned to arrange for the Weasleys, Hermione, and Neville to join them, along with a visit to the Weasley twins' new shop afterward.
When Harry suggested she invite Hannah for Susan's benefit, Amelia rewarded him with a searing kiss that left him grinning for the rest of the day.
A couple of hours before the Wizengamot session, Harry arrived at Amelia's office and leaned over her desk to give her a welcoming kiss.
"You're early, love," she said with a warm smile.
"I was hoping my brilliant fiancée could show me around the Wizengamot chambers and help me get acquainted," Harry said, flashing his signature grin. "It's not every day I get to tour the Ministry with the Head of the DMLE."
Amelia rolled her eyes affectionately but stood, smoothing out her robes. "You're lucky I love you," she teased.
When they reached the Wizengamot wing of the Ministry, Amelia led Harry down a long corridor lined with doors on both sides. Halfway down, she stopped and handed him a golden skeleton key.
"This is the Potter House chambers," she explained.
Harry nodded and unlocked the door. Inside, the room was compact but well-appointed, with a desk, a two-seat sofa, a bookcase, a liquor cabinet, and a small wardrobe.
"That will hold your Wizengamot robes," Amelia said, noting his gaze. "You'll probably want to commission robes with both house crests on them so you don't have to keep switching back and forth to vote."
Harry nodded thoughtfully. He turned back to Amelia, pulling her into his arms for a lingering kiss. A soft breeze reminded them the door was still open, and they broke apart quickly.
Flushing, Amelia cleared her throat. "Right. Next stop. Grab the robes, and let's go."
The Black House chamber was nearly identical to the Potter chamber, save for one difference: a large portrait of Sirius's father hung on the wall.
"So, you're the half-blood my son named as heir," Orion Black sneered as they entered.
"SILENCIO!" Amelia snapped from the doorway. She grinned when Harry glanced at her, amused. "We'll deal with him later," she said, shutting the door firmly.
As they walked, Amelia asked, "Have you decided what you want to do with your seats?"
"Well," Harry began hesitantly, "I was thinking I could take one and you could take the other."
Amelia stopped, surprised. "It means a lot to me that you trust me that much, Harry," she said softly. "I'll take one if that's what you want, but I'll need to think about what to do with the Bones seat once we're married. Managing two seats is too much alongside my work."
She paced for a moment, then stopped abruptly. Grabbing Harry's hands, she said, "I think it's time I have a conversation with Augusta. If we can formalise things between Neville and Susan, I can make her a proxy for the Bones seat until Neville is old enough to take it over. That way, I only have to deal with one ofyourseats until I convince you to take them both." She gave him a teasing wink.
Harry chuckled. "I was planning to convince you of the same thing," he admitted with a grin, pulling her close.
"Well then," Amelia replied, sliding out of his arms with a smirk, "we'll see whose powers of persuasion are stronger."
After collecting robes from the Bones chambers, they headed to the Wizengamot assembly room.
"Remember, you'll need to sit in the guest section until you claim your seats," Amelia reminded him. "Stay for the entire session—no sneaking out. Once the session ends, your claim will be official and irrevocable."
Harry grinned at her serious tone.
"And don't think you'll get away with skipping these monthly sessions," she added, smirking. "But to sweeten the deal, I'm sure we can find ways to make use of your free time here."
Harry laughed as she opened the large doors to the assembly room.
Harry received curious looks as attendees filed into the chamber. Augusta Longbottom came by to greet him warmly, and Hannah Abbott's father stopped by as well, but most others kept their distance.
At precisely the hour, Dumbledore banged his gavel, silencing the room.
"The July meeting of the Wizengamot is now in session. Before we proceed with today's agenda, we have a new member here to claim their seats," he announced. Murmurs filled the room.
"Harry Potter, please stand," Dumbledore said.
Harry rose nervously, the hum of whispers growing louder.
"You are here to claim the Potter and Black House seats, correct?"
"Yes, Chief Warlock," Harry replied.
"Very well. Let us begin with House Potter."
Harry donned the Potter robes as Dumbledore called for a motion to confirm him.
"I motion to confirm," Amelia said clearly.
"I second," said Mr. Abbott.
Dumbledore conjured a stone chalice and motioned to Harry. "A drop of blood, if you please."
Harry stepped forward, drawing his goblin-made hunting knife. Whispers of admiration rippled through the room as he made a small cut and let a few drops fall into the chalice. A soft flash of light followed, and a nameplate appeared next to Tiberius Ogden.
"Will you sit yourself or assign a proxy?"
"I will sit myself," Harry said.
The process repeated for House Black, though this time, Mr. Nott objected loudly.
"How could that boy possibly be Lord Black?"
"The previous Lord Black named him heir, and his grandmother was Dorea Black. He is a Black by blood," Amelia countered firmly.
Nott scowled but fell silent as the motion carried, with Madam Longbottom and Lord Greengrass voicing their support.
This time, Harry assigned Amelia as his proxy, prompting a fresh wave of murmurs. Dumbledore simply combined the nameplates to readBones/Black.
"You may take your seat, Lord Potter-Black," Dumbledore said.
The session was uneventful, with minor motions and tedious discussions about cauldron thickness. When it finally ended, Harry returned his robes to the chambers and met Amelia in her office.
"I need to finish a few things before we head out," she said, smiling as Harry kissed her cheek and settled on the sofa.
He meditated on his Occlumency training, focusing on refining his mindscape, until Amelia's soft touch on his arm drew him back.
"I'm ready," she said, smiling as he looked up. "How's your Occlumency coming along?"
"Pretty good. I think I'm nearly done with my mindscape," he replied.
"Good. I'll test it when we have time," she said, leaning down to kiss him languidly.
Later, as Harry left the office, he found Tonks waiting for him in the corridor.
"Wotcher, Harry! Ready to go?"
"Are you coming with us?" he asked, surprised.
"Yep. The boss thought you'd want to split off with your friends in Diagon Alley, so I'm here for extra protection," Tonks said, grinning.
"How odd is it that my fiancée hired a babysitter so my friends and I don't have to hang out with the 'old people'?" Harry quipped.
Tonks laughed. "For you, not that odd. But I wouldn't let her hear you say that."
"Coming, Nymphadora," Harry teased, smirking as she glared at him.
"Cheeky git," she muttered, leading him toward the Leaky Cauldron.
o – o – o – o – o
Once they arrived in Diagon Alley, Harry quickly caught up with Hermione, the Grangers, and the Weasley clan. Neville and his gran joined them only a few minutes later. Hermione enveloped Harry in a warm hug, while he exchanged handshakes with Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Neville. Harry then introduced Amelia to the Grangers, who greeted her politely.
He hesitated when he saw Mrs. Weasley and Ginny casting wary glances at Amelia, and the warmth he'd hoped for from them was noticeably absent. "I thought they'd be over it by now," Harry thought with a sigh, his enthusiasm momentarily dampened.
Amelia must have noticed, as she stepped closer to him. "Harry," she said softly, pulling him from his thoughts. "I know you wanted to visit Fred and George's shop. Why don't you and your friends go check it out while I, the Grangers, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley handle your school shopping?"
Harry smirked. "As you wish,Madam Bones," he said with deliberate emphasis. Her cheeks flushed slightly before she turned to walk away, her composure quickly returning.
"We'll meet at Florian Fortescue's in an hour and a half," she called over her shoulder. "Don't be late."
The group split up, and Harry led the younger crowd, including Tonks, down the bustling alley toward the twins' shop. Ginny initially hesitated, but not wanting to stay with her parents and Harry's intimidating fiancé, she hurried to catch up.
It was impossible to missWeasleys' Wizard Wheezes—the shop's bright, eye-catching colours and clever advertisements stood out from almost anywhere in the alley. Inside, it was even more impressive, buzzing with activity and filled with magical gadgets and products. Harry felt a swell of pride for Fred and George, who had clearly found great success in their venture.
The group explored the store, marvelling at the twins' ingenuity. Fred and George were busy helping customers but made time for quick jokes and friendly greetings. Harry bought some love potions for Amelia as a playful joke, along with a box of Canary Creams and Instant Blackout Powder—two of his favourite items.
When Harry went to pay, Fred waved him off. "Your money's no good here, Lord Harrikins," he said with a mischievous grin.
Harry leaned in and whispered, "Fine, but when you have a moment, I'd like to discuss further investment opportunities. Send me an owl when you're free."
Fred's grin widened. "You've got it, Harry. We'll make time."
Harry stepped outside to wait for the others, who finished their purchases a few minutes later. They made their way to Florean Fortescue's with five minutes to spare, where the adults were already waiting. Amelia greeted Harry with a bright smile.
"Did you get everything you needed?" Harry asked as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"Yes, all set. I even stopped by Madam Malkin's to order your new Wizengamot robes," she replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
Harry smirked and whispered in her ear, "I'll be sure to thank you properly later." He stepped back, leaving Amelia shaking her head with an amused smile.
"Alright, everyone," Harry announced. "Since my birthday's tomorrow, ice cream is obviously on me!" His logic earned skeptical glances from most of the group—except Ron, who eagerly accepted and dashed into the shop without hesitation.
"Don't be shy!" Harry laughed, leading the rest inside.
They enjoyed their ice cream together, the group chatting and laughing around several tables. Harry intentionally sat next to Hermione instead of Amelia, determined not to get too distracted. Amelia noticed, smirking knowingly, but said nothing. Mr. Weasley eagerly chatted with the Grangers about Muggle life, while the others spread out, savouring their treats.
When everyone had finished, they stepped outside to say their goodbyes. Hannah left with Neville and his gran, and soon only Harry, Amelia, and Susan remained.
As they walked toward the Leaky Cauldron, Harry voiced a thought that had been bothering him. "I asked Ron and Hermione to come over tomorrow for my birthday, but they both said they were busy. I'm really disappointed they don't want to spend my birthday with me," he said with a slight pout.
Amelia tried to hide a smile. "I'm sure they'd come if they could, Harry."
Harry shrugged, still looking glum. Amelia noticed his mood and, without warning, grabbed his hand and led him into a quiet alley. Pressing him gently against the wall, she kissed him passionately. Harry quickly forgot his disappointment, leaning into the kiss until Amelia finally pulled away.
"It's been really hard not being able to do that whenever I wanted to today," she admitted with a sigh, resting her forehead against his.
"I know the feeling," Harry murmured, pulling her in for another kiss.
A loud cough interrupted them.
"I thought we were going on a date, Uncle Harry," Susan teased, smirking at their flustered expressions. "I'm feeling a bit left out."
Harry chuckled, offering his arms to both ladies. "My apologies, Susan. Shall we?"
With Susan on one side and Amelia on the other, Harry led them out of Diagon Alley and into Muggle London, ready to enjoy the rest of their evening together.
o – o – o – o – o
The next morning Harry woke up to Amelia kissing down his chest and stomach. He opened his eyes and pulled on her hair gently to bring her up for a kiss.
"Happy Birthday Harry," she said.
"Hmm," said Harry with a smile. "Best birthday ever." Amelia stood up and walked over to the vanity and picked up a small, wrapped present. She brought it back to the bed and handed it to Harry.
"I have something else for you downstairs, but this one isn't really appropriate to open in public," said Amelia with a rising blush. Harry was intrigued by her statement and eagerly opened the gift.
'Position of the Day Playbook' said the cover. Harry's cheeks flushed as he read the title of the book, but then he smiled rakishly.
"Shall we start with today, then?" he asked turning the pages to find July 31. They both looked at the page and blushed.
"Why not!" Said Harry as he pulled Amelia on top of him and eagerly latched onto a breast.
When they finished the position of the day, Amelia checked the time and smiled.
"How about we shower and then see if we can convince Alice to make something other than porridge for breakfast? It is your birthday, after all," Amelia teased, standing up and stretching before heading to the bathroom.
Harry grinned, watching her go. "You make a compelling case," he replied, following her.
After their shower, they dressed and headed downstairs. Amelia opened the kitchen door for him and gestured for him to go in first. Harry entered, puzzled by the unusual darkness.
"Lumos," he said, his wand tip glowing as the lights flared on.
"SURPRISE!"
The deafening cheer caught him completely off guard. As his eyes adjusted, he saw the room filled with all his closest friends—Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, the Weasley twins, and even Tonks. Bright banners hung across the walls, and balloons bobbed gently near the ceiling. Harry turned to Amelia, who was grinning, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thank you," he said softly, then added with a smirk, "but I'll be paying you back later for this deception."
Amelia's cheeks flushed as he gave her a playful squeeze before stepping forward to greet his friends.
Alice had gone all out for the occasion, serving a full English breakfast that had the whole room buzzing with compliments. Harry was especially relieved to see her smiling, a sign she might be softening toward him after finding out about the duel.
After breakfast, everyone moved into the lounge, where a pile of brightly wrapped gifts awaited him. Amelia nudged him toward the sofa with an amused smile.
"Go on, birthday boy," she said.
Harry sat down, eagerly tearing into his presents as his friends and family watched. Hermione had given him a pair of books—Advanced Magical TheoryandThe Practical Guide to Advanced Warding. The twins gifted him Quidditch gear, including a new set of Seeker gloves and a magically reinforced broomstick servicing kit. Neville presented him with a set of high-quality, self-inking quills, perfect for the endless paperwork that came with being both a lord and a Wizengamot member.
From Amelia and Susan, he received an Auror-grade set of fighting robes and a sleek dragon-hide wand holster. The craftsmanship was impeccable, and Harry couldn't help but admire the thoughtful practicality of their gift.
"Thank you," he said, his voice sincere as he looked around at everyone. "This… this means a lot."
When the last gift was opened, Ron jumped to his feet, grinning. "Well, mate, it's your birthday—time to hit the pitch!"
The group headed outside to the manor's Quidditch pitch. The younger crowd spent the rest of the morning soaring through the air, playing a casual match filled with laughter and good-natured rivalry. The adults stayed on the sidelines, cheering and sharing stories as they watched.
As Harry looped through the sky on his Firebolt, the sunlight warm on his face and the sound of his friends' laughter filling the air, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
"This is the best birthday ever," he thought, smiling as he dove to catch the Quaffle Ron had just thrown. It wasn't the presents, or even the surprise—it was the people, the love, and the joy they shared that made the day unforgettable.