{Timeskip: Ten years}
"Madam Bones! Madam!" A voice shouted amid the multiple flashes and clouds of smoke, "Daily Prophet here, what are you going to do regarding the attack on Bones Manor?"
"Madam! Madam! What is your next step?"
"Will you push for Minister for Magic now?"
"Is Minister Fudge's term coming to—"
"Why do you think You-Know-Who personally targeted—?"
"Can you tell us the new changes—"
Amelia groaned at the continuous assault of questions from various journalists who had been hounding her since Voldemort's unsuccessful attempt to finish the house of Bones two nights ago.
The buxom redhead yanked open the door to her office before she glared at Tonks, who was standing as a guard. "Don't let any of them stay here. I want the corridor empty within five minutes."
The metamorph gave a nod, and she entered her office, slamming the door behind her. She sighed in relief when the noise-cancellation charms took effect and her ears finally found peace. Amelia traversed through the carpeted room before falling in her seat behind the table.
The woman still didn't know which deity to thank for protecting both her and Susan, as neither of them had been present when the Dark Lord had attacked them. The only casualty from their household was their old house-elf, Maisy, who had died protecting the home she had served her entire life.
It was a complete coincidence that they had accidentally found a small lead regarding a small criminal organization that had been fluctuating in both Muggle and magical Britain for the last six months. The investigation that followed had forced her to stay in the Ministry way past her usual time.
She had flooed Susan and told her to stay at the Abbots for the night instead of returning to the Manor because she was busy with a case and it might be quite some time before she returned.
It was around two at night when she felt the wards around the old manor fall completely, and within ten minutes, she, alongside a squadron of twenty Aurors and ten hitwizards had apparated straight to her home only to find the Death Eaters as well as the Dark Lord himself waiting for them.
That night she had lost fifteen of the best wands the DMLE had to offer. It had been a tight battle, but they had taken down almost all the Death Eaters, including a few prominent names like Walden McNair and Augustus Rookwood.
Unfortunately, by the time that had happened, they had lost a large chunk of their forces as well, and it had seemed like she'd die fighting as well, but then another squadron of Aurors had arrived, forcing the Dark Lord to flee with five of the almost thirty-five Death Eaters who had attacked them.
The door opened once more, and she raised her head to look at the gnarled staff followed by the veteran auror Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. His right eye spinning wildly as he checked the entire room for anything out of the ordinary, even though both of them knew that the Director's office was one of the few most secured locations in the entire ministry.
"Director." Moody gave a short nod as he closed the door behind himself. "You called for me?"
"I did." She pointed at the chair. "I'm not in the mood to play any games, so I'll cut to the chase. Is there any reason for your retirement?"
"I'm—"
"Other than age." She interrupted him. "Last night we lost Dugbow, Throwble, and Madrit, as well as thirteen more. So, if there's no other reason than age, then I am cancelling your retirement. Return to active duty as soon as you possibly can."
Moody gave a long look before he nodded, "I s'pose it was too much for a man like me to die from old age anyway." He thumped his staff, and both his eyes looked straight at her. "I'll rejoin from tomorrow. Same office?"
"Considering that the last guy who held it died last night, yes." She sighed. "Feel free to tell Tonks to send his stuff to his family."
Moody gave another nod and was about to leave when his magical eye disabled the concealment charm that Amelia had placed on herself. The woman's shoulders were slumped, and there were deep lines on her forehead. The usual monocle mark on the side of her nose seemed more like a pit, and the dark bags under her eyes were trying hard to tell her to get some sleep.
Overall, the Director of DMLE seemed normal, but on careful consideration, he could see that this was the first time she was stressed to the level of complete exhaustion, and it appeared that in the next few moments she'd collapse on the table.
"Tough days, Amelia?"
The woman's grey orbs suddenly gained focus when she heard her name before she gave a tired sigh and nodded. Moody was the last person whom she would ever hold guilty of calling her with such familiarity. He had been her mentor, squadron leader, and guide throughout the majority of her days in the DMLE, and it was only thanks to his special recommendation that she had been promoted to Head Auror in the first place.
"You could say that." The auburn-haired woman leaned back in her chair. "The last time I slept on a bed was three nights ago, and my body is barely holding together thanks to magic and Merlin's brew that revitalizes me to function with a focused head and keep a balanced mind."
"You do know you could just call it coffee, right?"
"Old memories." She shrugged. "I remember you giving us a cup each with a vial of pepper-up whenever our squad would be sent on an overnight mission." She gave a small smirk. "Though the headache that followed the next morning was a bitch to deal with."
"It got the job done, and that was more important than a measly headache." Alastor grunted, remembering his days as her squad leader. "Though right now you need sleep more than those little cups. Why don't you take a small break and let Scrimgeour handle the stuff?"
"I wish it were that easy." Amelia slumped in her chair, "I have a meeting with Fudge in…" She checked the clock on her table and groaned. "...fifteen minutes, and then I have to meet with Croaker to debrief him on the stuff that we need from the Department of Mysteries. That mad genius doesn't listen to anyone else, and it'll probably take the better part of my day."
"Every day I see you, I am glad that I declined this position when Bagnold offered it to me." Moody sighed. "How's Susan handling it?"
"With what?"
"The attack." He frowned when Amelia groaned again. "That bad?"
"Susan is a good girl, and I am blessed to have her in my life, really am," she nodded. "But sometimes she just doesn't understand her own situation, and her recent reluctance with anything 'Auror' is starting to irritate me."
"That's new. Last I remember, she was adamant about following in your footsteps and one day sitting in the chair you are sitting in." He commented, "What changed?"
"She is angry with me because I am not taking care of myself. Look at this." Amelia opened a small drawer and poured three howlers on the table. All of them charmed to stay shut.
"Susan?"
"Susan." She nodded. "Then there's the fact that she doesn't know how important she is, being the heiress of the Bones house. Her presence in the future and her protection in current times are necessary, but she just doesn't want an Auror guarding her."
"What if you sent a female Auror closer to her age? Someone like Tonks?" Moody suggested her. "Both are from Hufflepuff, and Tonks is just a few years older than her. There's also the fact that half the time that stumbling girl acts like a kid and has the stupid ability to make anyone smile."
"That could have worked, but it won't because of two reasons." Amelia shook her head. "First, Susan knows that Tonks is an Auror, and right now she doesn't like Aurors at all. It's not a permanent thing, but at the moment she isn't keen on agreeing with the idea of any Auror following her around. Second, we have just lost a lot of good ones, and I can't use a good wand like Tonks as a simple guard for my niece."
Moody took a few minutes before he spoke again, "Well, it's just one month till she leaves for Hogwarts, aye? Send her to the Abotts or the Longbottoms for a month, anything to keep her safe." He nodded. "After that she'd be in Hogwarts for the next ten months, and Voldemort would piss his pants twice before he gets the balls to attack Hogwarts with Dumbledore protecting it."
"She's with the Abbotts for a month, but that's not what I am worried about, Alastor." Amelia shook her head. "Voldemort has officially made his return, and the Death Eaters are starting to become a nuisance once more. I am afraid that it'll be the same inside Hogwarts with their children doing the dirty deed to spread more terror inside the castle, and you know how….creative a young mind could be."
"A creative mind, plenty of opportunities, and a wand to fulfill their wishes within a moment." Moody nodded, "It'll be that way till he's stopped again."
"Unfortunately, this time we don't have the luxury of the Boy-Who-Lived. Something that has made You-Know-Who and his minions even more brash in their approach." Amelia sighed. "As evident by the current atmosphere inside the school."
Moody gave another nod. It had been almost a decade since the night when Dumbledore had called off the secret operation to search for Harry Potter. He had summoned them to his office and showed them the magical registry book, which had struck off the name Harry Potter.
And there was absolutely no doubt in anyone's mind as to why that had happened. A homeless orphan who wasn't even thirteen years old and had yet to know about any other wizarding school had his name struck off from the registry book? The reason was laughing at their incompetence.
Albus had still waited about four more years before it was time for them to send the letters. He had been devastated when the letter couldn't even leave his office, much less return from some place. The message was clear, and there was no denying the fact that the prophesized savior of Wizarding Britain was dead.
The entirety of magical Britain had mourned the death of their savior. Monuments had been erected, and July 31st had been declared as 'Victory Day' in Potter's honor. A small funeral had been held where Dumbledore had sneakily transfigured a small stone into Harry Potter's dead body, which had been laid beside his parents in the graveyard of Godric's Hollow.
Some had claimed for Dumbledore's head, as the old headmaster had been incompetent in protecting their savior, while others had claimed that it was the work of the Death Eaters and had demanded a purge of the entire Dark section.
What followed had been a cold civil war that remained for almost three years before Wizarding Britain slowly returned to normal.
Moody still remembered those days as if it were yesterday. They had just inaugurated Potter's statue at the ministry, and he had stayed just enough to make an appearance before he had left to take a drink at the Leaky Cauldron.
It was also where he had met one of his former friends who had introduced him to…..
"Amelia!" Madeye exclaimed, surprising the auburn-haired woman, who was just about to fall asleep on the table. "I have found a way out of your problem."
"Really?"
"It's a bit unconventional, but I am quite sure that this is the best we have right now."
"Do you think I give a damn about conventions right now?" Amelia huffed. "Will it work?"
"Guaranteed." He smirked when the woman leaned forward in excitement. "Have you heard of a Muggle organization that gives out mercenaries for hire?"
The rays of sun flew in through the window at the far end of the room as the entire area was drenched in a soft golden glow, which warmed the occupants that slept peacefully on the bed. Their naked bodies intertwined with each other as their clothes were strewn all over the room, sheets thrown over them while their tangled limbs rubbed deliciously against each other's skin.
A small groan came from the girl when she felt the big hands of her partner caress her ass, cupping the soft flesh before giving it a gentle squeeze. She was about to raise herself on her elbows so that she could nibble at his thick neck once more, but the presence of a strong chest with the hard muscles and the soft massage of her abused ass was too much for her to even bother.
'If only Mark was as good as Harry…' The girl gave a wistful sigh before last night's memories assaulted her brain. She smiled at the roller-coaster of events that had led to her current situation. Moments where her boyfriend, Mark Spanders, had been drunk enough to become a 'stud' by groping any girl that showed even a minute interest in his jock physique.
She had been irritated after his third attempt and had asked him to stop, only for him to push her away before he finished another shot and joined two cheerleaders on the dance floor.
It was at that moment when her eyes landed on a handsome green-eyed individual who was drinking alone in a small corner of the pub. Their eyes met, and for a moment it felt as if she was a deer who was being assessed by the apex predator. Almost unconsciously she flicked her long blonde hair and stood a bit straighter.
The man looked at her for a few more moments, his green eyes scanning her before he smirked, which, for some reason, made her smile as well. Why was she even attempting to look presentable when she already had a boyfriend? She didn't know that. All she knew was the fact that he was watching, and she wanted to give him a good show.
That was last night, and now she was sprawled over him, in his bed, tangled in his sheets, smelling like him with a painfully sweet ache that tingled her cunt, which had been abused repeatedly by him.
God, she loved him! Everything about him was so fucking perfect that she hadn't even thought about Mark the entire time Harry was with her. His tongue was as smooth of a talker as it was a taster, and she had found that last night in the best way possible.
Jennifer looked up and glanced at Harry's handsome face once more. The guy was pretending to be asleep only to fail miserably because of his hands that were now circling on the small of her back. His thick jawline, messy black hair, and unblemished face. Oh, there were scars, but not on his face. The scars littered his strong torso and long legs, and if she was honest with herself, they seemed to make him even sexier, as the scars gave him a more manly look and an almost animalistic thrill.
Not to mention the large tattoo of an open-mouthed dragon that covered his chiseled chest.
Most of all, she felt his large cock that stood proudly against her abused nether lips. The deliciously warm piece of meat had given her uncountable orgasms, filled all three of her holes till they overflowed with his baby batter, and had granted her a fucking bag load of memories that would help her masturbate whenever she'd want to remember him.
"Having fun, sweet cheeks?"
Jennifer looked up once more; his eyes were still closed, but there was a lazy smile on his face because he knew the effect he had on her. She raised herself and leaned forward to capture his lips in a sweet and long kiss as their tongues fought against each other while she rocked back and forth to maximize the pleasure they felt.
Large hands moved from her back and cupped her ass once more. This time he squeezed it hard, and she gave a guttural moan before her world shifted as he fluidly reversed their position and her back hit the bed with a soft 'thump'. Another moan erupted when she felt him pepper kisses as he slowly went down once more, his large hands wrapped around her creamy jugs, his fingers sinking in their soft flesh as he squeezed them before his thumb rubbed across her hard nipples.
The blonde girl looked down as he parted her legs once more, his hooded emerald pools piercing into her brown ones. She watched him completely entranced as he kissed her inner thighs and kept on watching her. As if he was declaring that her pretty little cunt was no longer hers, that even if she left his place today, there would be a certain part of her that would always have his name etched on it.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of sweet torture, Harry parted his lips and dipped his head before attacking her cunt with a deliciously slow rhythm that made her clench her thick thighs around his head while pushing his head further as she arched her back for more.
The sun was slowly rising in the sky, telling the two that the night was actually over, but then Harry's tongue caressed her pussy, speaking into it as if he was telling her that the night was only over for the rest of them.
For them the night was still going strong, and it will be over only when he wants it to.
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Harry smiled as he watched the shiny white Audi A4 vanish into the distance. He looked around at their new neighborhood, where they had arrived a few months ago. It was their third time shifting in the last decade.
'Well, this place is at least better than the last one.' Harry thought before he turned to his sweet little home only to be tackled to the ground by a black-and-white blur.
"Hey!" He exclaimed only for his attacker to jump on his muscular back and aggressively lick all around his head. "Alright, alright, you win! You win!" He grunted, but the attacker didn't stop. "I yield!" He tapped the ground thrice and turned his head to look at his assailant.
"There, happy?" He asked and laughed when his attacker placed both of his forepaws on his back and gave a proud victory pose. "Alright, you darn mutt, get off me."
There was some more posing before Harry was released. He sat on the porch and smiled when his pet and friend of three years licked his face once more before retreating.
"That was good; you're getting stronger and sneakier, Ghosty." Harry scratched the back of his companion's ears. "I'm proud of you."
The piebald Border Collie, also known as Ghost Carter, happily wagged his furry tail at the compliment. It was almost insulting for him to be anything but strong, and there was no way a good boy as smart as him wasn't sneaky too.
Three years ago, the Carters had gone on a small vacation where they had decided to go on a small boating trip through the Thames. Coincidentally enough, they had stopped near the spot where Harry and Atlas had first met, and it was under the same tree that Harry had found a dirty little pup who had been injured due to some skirmish in the woods.
The puppy would've died that night if not for Harry, who healed him with his magic and accidentally bonded with the small ball of fluff. After that, it had taken him a few tries to convince his dad, who was against taking in an injured puppy because for most of the year neither of them would be at home. Jessie and Maya had come to his rescue, and together they had brought the little things to their home.
It was only after being treated by the vet that they learned that, for some reason, the pup they had saved was mute. Everything seemed normal, only the fact that the little thing couldn't bark, which meant that he would forever be silent.
The realization was a bit painful, but then Atlas pointed out that, as a merc, this is actually a benefit since if something happened and they were forced to hide from someone, they wouldn't want the dog to bark at them.
Maya was the one who gave him the name 'Ghost' because of his sneakiness and his distinctive ability to be silent. Harry agreed because Ghost was a cool as hell name, and a cool dog like his Border Collie deserved it more than anything.
That was three years ago, and since then Ghost Carter had been an integral part of their loving and yet very much abnormal family.
"Race you to the inside!" Harry laughed and dashed towards the door with his loyal companion running after him.
The two barged in, and Harry cheered at his victory, deftly ignoring the dog's soundless growls that clearly meant 'Cheater!'. The young merc just gave a small shrug before he scratched behind the canine's ears and joined his dad at the table.
"A good night, kiddo?" Atlas asked, taking a sip of his coffee as Harry plopped on the chair beside him while their dog went for the pieces of raw meat that were served to him in his food bowl.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Though she had to go to her dorms. Something about being kicked out if she didn't report on time."
"The young ones do have that problem." Atlas nodded. "Though it's still better than being kicked out of a girl's dorm room early in the morning because of a surprise check."
"Talking from experience, Dad?" Harry smirked as he poured coffee in a mug.
Atlas just gave a small smirk and was about to reply, but his Nokia 8110 vibrated on the table with a call from the organization.
"Ah! There we go." He grinned, quickly picking it up.
The talk was small, as usual, and Harry knew that his dad had been called in for another high-profile mission by his agent, Wally, who contacted him for anything that might offer a big load of money or a favor from a big name around the world.
"Wally?" The mage asked.
"Surprisingly, no." Atlas shook his head with an excited glint in his eyes. "It was Wang. He says that there's an issue, and he wants me to take a look at it."
"Uncle Wang needs your help?" The suspicion was clear in Harry's voice. "Are you sure it was him? You know he never asks for help from anyone, right?"
"I do, but this time he says that it's for a friend of his. Someone we both met a few years ago." Atlas shrugged, quickly finishing his coffee. "And if Dim Sum thinks that I am the right guy for the job, then I'm not going to deny him."
"Understandable." Harry nodded. "After all, Uncle Wang has saved your sorry arse more than a few times. You shouldn't decline him."
Atlas narrowed his eyes at his son before cuffing him at the back of his head, "Fucking wizards and their abilities to teleport." He grumbled, making Harry smirk. "I so wish that one day you'd get into some trouble that would force you to ask for my help. I'd so gloat that moment over your magic arses."
"Dream on, old man." The teenage wizard smirked before he remembered something important. "Oh, and Dad? Do remember to submit my name in The Office. It's almost been three months since I graduated from The Dragon, and I am seriously getting bored here."
"Eh, why do you even want to work when you can just laze around the house and do nothing at all? Sleep all day, read your books, or just play with Ghost in the parks." Atlas shrugged. "Move out, take a look at our new neighborhood, watch the greenery, and fuck around a few. Do remember to use cond—"
"I have done that for months now, and I don't want to do it anymore." Harry frowned. "I don't understand why you don't want me to work. I have graduated with the highest marks, and I had the highest kill count in my final examination, which is—"
"Thirty—"
"Eighty, Dad." He corrected the blonde immediately. "Which is way more than any other graduate. Also, I have Magic! You know I can just pop away if things get tough, right?"
"Yes, but that still doesn't tell me exactly 'why' you want to work." Atlas sighed when he saw his son look away from him. "And now you are upset. God, why did you even bother to make teenagers?!"
"A million years ago you were also a teenager."
"I didn't want to be. So much energy, and so damn stupid that I used to blindly charge into a room full of gunmen with nary a thought about my safety. Sometimes I think that if not for my freakishly good luck, then I'd have been dead at least ten times already."
"Because you can't apparate, I can. I won't die on a mission because of fucking bad luck." Harry reasoned before he stood up from his chair and looked at Atlas. "Alright. If you don't get me a mission within a week, I'll call Wally and torture that pudgeball till he squeaks out the address of The Office, where I'll find the most reckless mission on that damn board and take it. Deal?"
Ghost tapped his front paws at the ground twice before surprisingly giving a nod.
Harry grinned at the Border Collie, who was listening to the conversation with far more attention than a dog should be capable of. "See? Even he agrees, and he's supposed to be less smart than you."
Atlas narrowed his eyes as he looked at his son and his dog. The two of them had a small staring match for a few moments before the older man gave a resigned nod. "No need to do all of that." He replied, taking his jacket as he turned toward the door. "I'll find the most boring mission for you and give your name to The Office."
"You remember my name, right?"
"Yeah, Harry, the large poster above your bed shouts that name."
"Thanks, Dad!" Harry grinned. "You're the best!"
"Of course I am," Atlas blurted involuntarily before adding. "Now be a good son and wash the dishes, and don't forget to clean your room as well. Maya told me she's bringing Jessie home tonight, and I don't want your room to be smelling of teenage tumbles."
'Trust me, neither of them would mind my room smelling of sex.' Harry thought but didn't say it, remembering his happy times with the two gorgeous ladies.
"What? No comeback now?" Atlas smirked, thinking that Harry's silence was because he was at a loss of words.
"Just say hello to Uncle Wang from my side." Harry smiled.
Once more, Ghost tapped his paws twice on the floor.
"Our side!"
The door was shut, and Harry, as well as his companion, couldn't help but jump in happiness at finally being able to get a mission. His dream of being a merc was a step closer, and he really couldn't wait for his first actual mission outside of the Dragon school.
"We're going to have so much fun, aren't we?!" Harry asked his collie, who wagged his tail in response, happy to see that his master was happy. What else could a good boy ask for?
"Time-out!" Atlas raised his hand to stop Wang from speaking anymore. They were in one of the special rooms provided by the office where the client and the merc could meet. Usually the two parties would choose to hide their faces or speak through a phone, but both Atlas and Wang had conveniently forgotten that rule since they already knew each other.
"So let me get this straight," The merc frowned. "There's this big bad guy who is the leader of a terrorist organization and has returned after nearly twenty years of hiding, in which he was presumed to be dead." Wang nodded. "He then gets the balls to attack the house of a…wizarding police commissioner of sorts, and now this lady wants to hire a bodyguard for her niece but can't use one of her men because they're busy?"
"Almost there." The Asian nodded. "Remember that guy with the crazy blue eye whom we met when you wanted to see a wizarding pub that was in London?"
"Spinny?"
"Err….don't ever call him that to his face." Wang hesitated, "And, yes, him. He's the one who suggested me for the work, but I already got a mission yesterday, so I found the next guy who knows about the existence of a magical world."
"Really, Dim sum? A guard? Like, seriously?" Atlas glared at his friend, "You want me, a merc who's nearly thirty fucking years old, to become a babysitter to a little girl? That too for ten whole months? Are you out of—"
"Now wait a minute!" Wang interrupted him, "When did I ever say that I want you to be the guard?"
"You so did!" The blonde exclaimed, "What was that about finding the next guy who knows about the existence of a magical world?"
"That was you, yes, but I never said that I meant for you to take up the mission." He shrugged.
"Then why would you even bother telling me all this?"
"Isn't there a new merc in town who has just graduated and has been hounding the two of us for a mission for months now?" Wang grinned as he leaned forward.
"Harry?" Atlas asked him. "You want him to become a guard?"
"It's a mission, a boring one at that since I really doubt there would be any health hazard in a school, and it'd teach the boy that not all of our missions are cool with acrobatics and killings. Some are boring as fuck with just standing guard to some rich ponce."
"I don't think that this commissioner would have asked for us if she didn't see a threat inside the school."
"That's just her being an overly worried guardian. It's the same as you right now, who is worried that something might happen to a trained merc in a school full of children."
Atlas frowned a bit, but he couldn't deny his friend's accusation. If he was being truthful to himself, then he was being a bit overprotective of Harry. The boy had graduated from one of the finest training schools with highest marks possible, and all he had done was force the kid to fuck and flirt his laziness away.
"He'll be at Hogwarts, Atlas." Wang added. "The headmaster of Hogwarts is Albus Dumbledore, who's like the strongest wizard in a century. This terrorist organization wouldn't dare to attack the school with Dumbledore protecting it. Don't think too much, just agree to it."
"Well, he did ask me to get him a mission just before I left." Atlas nodded, "I had planned to check the board for one of those escort missions, but I guess this works too."
"Exactly!" The Asian cheered. "The mission is boring to a tee and is also safe enough for Harry to start his career in our line of work. Not to mention that the commissioner will be paying a thousand galleons per month. That's close to five thousand pounds per month, and he won't have to pay for lodging and food as he'd be living in the castle itself."
Atlas' resolve finally crumbled to dust when he heard the payment his son would be getting as a first mission, and he agreed to the fact that it was damn boring to be a babysitter for ten months.
"Alright." He finally agreed. "I'll tell Harry about the mission; you tell Spinny that his request has been accepted and to contact me with further instructions regarding what this commissioner wants."
Wang nodded, and the two were about to adjourn the meeting when he remembered a crucial piece of information that he had forgotten to ask his friend.
"By the way," he began. "I will have to tell Moody the name of the merc who has accepted his request. So, is there a specific name that Harry would like to have?"
Atlas nodded, "A few years back when he returned from Dragon on a holiday, he brought a poster with himself that he stuck on the wall above his bed and told me the codename that he wanted to go with. At that time I had waved it off as nothing more than wishful dreams, but I guess he'd love to use it now that he's officially starting as a merc."
"What name?"
The blonde gave a small smirk and answered, "Deadpool."