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AN: All characters are over the age of 18 at the time of this story. Hogwarts begins at 15.

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It was difficult to imagine exactly why the Minister had even bothered with this in the first place. Harry Potter was a legal adult of 19 who’d performed magic in front of a muggle. It was hardly anything that the majority of the wizarding community hadn’t done, and yet Fudge seemed determined to target him over this.

Having overseen the trial itself, Amelia had quickly realised just what a farce it’d been. And yet, to her lack of shock, it wasn’t anything that surprised her. Under Minister Fudge’s rule, the Ministry had become a joke in many respects. The failure of another pointless trial was merely another grain of sand in the beach that encompassed them.

Through it all, Harry Potter had remained a bulwark against Fudge’s little tirade. His calm, confident, unyielding nature towards anything that was slung at him impressed Amelia immensely. The fact that he could produce a Patronus put him above the majority of Aurors under her control, even ignoring the fact that he’d still yet to graduate from Hogwarts.

Regardless of what the Minister believed, it was clear that a Dementor attack had occurred upon Little Whinging. It meant that either the Ministry was culpable in the attack against Harry Potter or they were no longer in control of their Dementors. Either result troubled Amelia deeply.

Which was why she’d summoned Harry to speak with her minutes after the trial had ended.

Upon Level 2 of the Ministry of Magic, many of the most important divisions of the Ministry were found. Between the Aurors, the Improper Use of Magic Office, and the Wizengamot administration, each division formed an important component of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which Amelia herself oversaw. Despite barely being fifty years old and looking no more than in her mid thirties, Amelia had made a name for herself as a cool, confident, and clear leader who expected nothing but the best from her subordinates. But she feared that she could no longer expect such from those above her.

A knock at her door signalled her new arrival.

“Come in,” she called out curtly.

As the door swung open, Amelia allowed herself a brief moment to drink in the magical aura that Harry Potter was exuding. Witches and wizards of a certain proficiency level with magic could sense the powers of those around them, and without all of the weak stench that was found in the Wizengamot’s chambers, Amelia could truly appreciate the power that Harry had within his body.

“Welcome, Mr Potter,” Amelia said formally as she stood from behind her desk.

“Please, just call me Harry,” he replied smoothly as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Madam Bones, you wouldn’t happen to be related to Susan Bones?”

“She’s my niece,” Amelia replied immediately. She was a darling woman now who resembled Amelia tremendously. Her parents had done so well to raise such a wonderful daughter, and Amelia hoped to see her enlist with the Auror Department soon after she graduated. “I didn’t know that the two of you were acquainted.”

“No more so than I am with most of my colleagues,” Harry shrugged. “I just thought it peculiar to recognise your name.”

“You will find that many of us in Britain have close connections to various individuals,” Amelia replied. “Some may represent the more negative sides of our society—”

“And you intend to offer the better side?” Harry finished for her, nearly snorting.

Amelia crinkled her nose in displeasure. “I can assure you that I’ve come to speak to you about more than just this. The Minister was unfair with you earlier today, and I wished to speak to you about it.”

“Well, go on then,” Harry said as he pulled up a chair across from her desk. “What is it that you wished to speak about exactly?”

“The fact that Dementors were in Little Whinging, to start,” Amelia told him.

Harry sighed loudly. “I’ve already said all that needed to be said at my trial. The Dementors appeared, and I warded them off.”

“A most impressive feat for someone who’s yet to graduate from Hogwarts,” Amelia noted.

“I’ve heard that from my professors countless times. Spare me the compliments and dive down to what you really want to say.”

Amelia bristled a bit as she leaned back in her seat. Evidently, Harry wasn’t such a fool as to fall prey to compliments or sycophants. “I invited you here today because I wished to speak to you about the events in the Ministry, not about what happened before. It should be apparent enough that there are many here who wish to see your downfall.”

Harry nodded his head. “And?”

“I have a feeling that their attempts will be for nought,” Amelia finished. “You are more clever and powerful than they are.”

“So kind of you to notice,” Harry laughed. “And yet you’ve still failed to mention how you play into all of this. Even as high of a rank as you hold within the Ministry, it is an oddity for you to come to any defendants like this no?”

Try as she might, Amelia’s cheeks reddened slightly. “You are correct in that. I have heard your words about Voldemort’s return and believed them to be truthful enough to warrant further action on my part. The Minister tries to counteract my efforts, but I wish to assure you that there are those within the Ministry who believe you and are trying to support you.”

“Well then I would thank you for that,” Harry said. “But I fear that you’ve left something out of this equation.”

Amelia examined him carefully. “Whatever could you mean?”

“A little reassurance wasn’t the only reason you invited me here,” Harry told her, clearly assured in the accuracy of his own words. “You’ve felt my magic just as I’ve felt yours, and I can sense why you actually invited me.”

Amelia couldn’t help but glance to the side nervously. What was he on about? Did he truly recognise her…

No, surely he couldn’t.

“I have no idea—”

“Save it,” Harry interjected as he stood up from his seat. He pushed the chair aside and walked around her desk until he was stood beside her. “You aren’t the first witch to recognise my magical potential and feel it resonate within yourself. You know that my feat against the Dementors was beyond what the vast majority of wizards in Britain are capable of, and you’re attracted to that power. Well, if you really want to leave your mark on me, then now’s the time to show it.”

“I beg your pardon?” Amelia said as she threw herself back into her chair, awkwardly moving as far away from Harry as possible.

“Please, let’s not waste time being coy,” Harry smirked at her. “I’ve sensed your subtle lust from the moment I stepped into here. You say that you came here to reassure me through words but I believe that you truly wanted to reassure me through your actions. It’s true that you want my help preparing to defeat Voldemort, but your body and mind want more than that. You want me.”

“I…” Amelia tried to refuse him, felt the words come up into her throat, but she couldn’t make them happen. Her magic sung to her at the idea of being able to become one with Harry’s. It didn’t matter that he was half her age or yet to graduate from Hogwarts; she could feel that he was the most powerful wizard since Dumbledore and would defeat Voldemort once and for all.

“Just do what you want to do,” Harry told her. “Otherwise, I’ll leave and go back home to prepare by my lonesome.”

Amelia’s arms shot out before her brain even realised what she was doing. She parted his robes and found the zipper for his trousers. As she quickly unzipped them, she looked up to see Harry leering down the front of her shirt.

“Your breasts are bigger than Susan’s, but not by much,” he said as he reached down to grope her. How long had it been since a man had touched her? The very feeling of his hands squeezing her breasts through her thick robes was enough to build up a tremendous excitement within her core.

Amelia raced to fish out his cock, and when she did, she was left gobsmacked. Even though he wasn’t fully hard yet, his cock was more massive than any man’s she’d ever seen before. He had to have giant’s blood somewhere in his veins, but that was besides the point. Was she even going to be able to handle this?

Her core protested angrily at the idea of her rejecting this opportunity. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to do it before her mind could trick her otherwise.

Sliding down onto her knees in front of him, Amelia grasped Harry’s shaft with both hands, pumping it slowly as the unwieldy shaft jumped in her hands. Leaning forward, she placed her plump lips onto the tip of his cock, giving it a kiss before she started to open her mouth. She had to go until her jaw just barely started to hurt from how wide her mouth was before she could push forward and take him inside of her, but she quickly realised just how foolish a move that was.

With how big Harry’s cock was, there was no way she could keep her jaw stretched open this wide for long. Her tongue licked his shaft clumsily, trying to coat whatever she could reach with saliva to make things easier on herself, but it wasn’t as easy as sucking on a normal-sized cock. At least there she could hope to control things.

“You’re doing a pretty bad job,” Harry commented as he ran his hands through her deep auburn hair. Amelia glared up at him, but he didn’t seem to care. “I’ve had far better back at Hogwarts.”

Well then, she’d just have to show him.

Amelia forced her discomfort down and pushed herself further into taking Harry’s cock deeper into the back of her mouth and then her throat. She had to commit to this fully, and this belief allowed her throat to relax enough to take his cock down into it without her choking immediately. She knew that she’d need to pull back enough to suck in some much-needed breaths, but for now, she was determined to show him exactly what she could do.

Harry let out the slightest sounds of pleasure as Amelia deepthroated his cock. She bobbed her head back and forth, still gripping the base of his shaft with both of her hands. She stroked his lower half while the front was driving her mind utterly insane. She felt so fucking stuffed by his thick shaft, but that only drove home the dizzying heat that was swirling within herself. Pushing down further, Amelia went as far down Harry’s cock as she could before she forced herself back up.

After a few attempts of this, she felt like she had thoroughly coated his cock in enough saliva to move onto the second part of her plan. He’d been pleased enough by her breasts before, she hoped that this would be a step in the right direction.

Amelia gagged as she removed Harry’s cock entirely from her mouth. He looked displeased, but then his eyes lit up when she tore open her top and exposed her full breasts to him. He plopped down in her chair, and Amelia nestled herself between his thighs as she slapped her breasts down onto his lap. She spat on the tip of Harry’s cock as she surrounded it with her breasts and then began pumping his shaft.

“Is this what you wanted?” Amelia asked him breathlessly, working her magnificent breasts up and down his cock. When she’d just graduated from Hogwarts, there’d been dozens of men lining up to go on a date with her just because of how marvellous her breasts looked in her robes, and only a select few had ever gotten to feel what Harry was experiencing right now. She knew how to jerk a cock around perfectly with her breasts, and she could see it in Harry’s eyes that he was loving this.

“Let’s just see if you can keep it up,” Harry groaned.

Amelia grew more and more excited the more she bounced her breasts on Harry’s cock. She even leaned in and started suckling on the tip of him because it always stuck out from her cleavage. His cock began to pulse faster and faster as his pleasure built up.

After just a minute or two, she felt the telltale signs of Harry’s impending orgasm. It started slow with him thrusting up into her breasts when she slammed them down onto his lap and then grew as his body tightened and his breathing hitched awkwardly.

So, Amelia opened her mouth just in time as Harry exploded. A thick burst of semen shot into her mouth—far more than she’d been expecting. As she closed her lips to keep the cum in place, another spurt splashed against her chin and quickly dripped down onto her breasts. Amelia kept pumping his shaft desperately, letting his cum sprays across her face and breasts until he was thoroughly sated.

A wave of exhaustion rode over Amelia the moment she finished. Her arms and breasts were a bit sore, and so she sat back on her bottom and watched as Harry wiped his cock clean with a handkerchief from her desk.

“That was most pleasant, Amelia,” he smiled down at her. “I’ll be back for round two another time.”

“Wait!” She called out to him, but he was already moving. He’d stowed his cock back in his trousers and disappeared around her desk. She crawled forward and just managed to catch the door closing behind him. “Bastard!”

How could he leave her like this? Amelia groaned as she tore open the rest of her robes until she was able to stick her hand between her thighs and find her needy pussy with her fingers. She pumped furiously, imagining Harry’s thick cock making a mess of her, as she thrashed about on the carpet of her office floor.

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“You certainly seem to have a way with Potter,” Minister Fudge commented to her a few days later during one of the Department Head meetings.

Everyone turned to look at her curiously, and had she not had the experience to keep herself under control, she would’ve blushed furiously at the implication of Fudge’s words.

“What do you mean, Minister?” She asked as innocently as she could.

“One of my aides caught him in the lift the day of his trial,” Fudge continued. “She was curious as to why he was still here and he said that you had invited him to speak about the Ministry and even a potential future career here. I must say that I’m impressed by your initiative. Getting Potter under our watch will keep from doing anything else foolish, and having him here will definitely help boost our popularity in the polls.”

As the Minister laughed, almost everyone else in the room laughed along with him. It was expected. Amelia didn’t. She didn’t care for Fudge’s plots, but she did crack a wry smile at Harry’s quick thinking.

The popularity in the polls only truly mattered for Fudge. Everyone else here was replaceable at any time the Minister saw fit, not the public. And if she did bring Harry into the Ministry, then it would only be a matter of time before Fudge did something else to try to sideline Harry.

Although, Harry might be one of the few wizards powerful enough to do something to counteract Fudge. Between his magical power and his status in the world, he did wield a tremendous amount of influence.

“I would like you to continue meeting with him.”

Amelia broke from her thoughts to see the Minister beaming at her.

“Continue, sir?” Amelia cleared her throat.

“Indeed!” Fudge exclaimed. “When my aide brought up the idea, he seemed quite keen on it. It would be wonderful if he could be brought over to our way of thinking and to understand that all of this talk about He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named…” Fudge shivered. “Perish the thought of him returning. That man had been dead for nearly two decades. We can’t have Potter scaring the public anymore than he already has, and if you could cultivate this idea of him working with the Ministry, then all the better. In fact, you could even offer him an internship here under your direct supervision. I bet he’d quite like that.”

He would, but not for the reasons that Fudge was imagining. Harry wasn’t a power-hungry sycophant who was keen on climbing the ministerial ladder by jumping from important mentor to important mentor. He was already more powerful than any of them in truth. And he’d shown exactly what it was that he truly wanted.

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A knock sounded at the door to her office. Amelia glanced up from the stack of paperwork in front of her. “Come in.”

Minister Fudge appeared with the biggest grin Amelia had seen him with in ages. It was the type of look he normally reserved for Lucius Malfoy or anyone he really wanted to impress. “Ah, Amelia, and Harry! I didn’t realise that you would be here today.”

Amelia glowered sternly at Fudge, but the man wasn’t so much as glancing at her out of his periphery. His entire focus was on the man sitting down at a small table off to the side of her office. She hoped that it was clear to Harry that Fudge knew perfectly well that he was going to start interning in her office today.

Since his arrival this morning, Harry had been calm and diligent in working hard at whatever task she set before him, almost unnervingly so. Amelia was no school girl. Albeit her last interaction with Harry had been… unusual, she wasn’t suddenly going to act shyly around him or expect his touch again. And for his part, neither did Harry act in such a way. He came here to work which, paradoxically, frustrated Amelia. Why didn’t he want her again? She certainly wouldn’t mind more with him…

“Minister Fudge,” Harry smiled charmingly. “Yes, this is actually my first day in. I should thank you for the opportunity. After that mess with my trial—”

“Think nothing more of it, my boy,” Fudge said warmly as he walked over and patted Harry on the shoulder. “Water under the bridge. I’m just glad to see you putting your obvious talents to use where they can be most effective. Speaking of which, what are you working on right now?”

“Madam Bones and I are reviewing old case files that may be connected to a recent string of vandalism in Knockturn Alley,” Harry said, gesturing down at the folders on the table. He’d already cleared through seven or eight of them by the looks of it.

“Reading?” Fudge gasped dramatically, winking at Harry. “Amelia, you must be boring the poor man to death. I would’ve thought that you’d have something more exciting for Harry to do.”

“This is important work that needs doing,” Amelia replied bluntly.

“But still…” Fudge tittered. “Why not take him out on patrol? Show him what it’s like to walk the streets as an Auror? Surely you could continue your investigation in Knockturn Alley and then check in with some of your colleagues in Diagon Alley?”

And had everyone in those places seen Harry on patrol with the most important member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? Amelia tired of Fudge’s games, but she knew that she couldn’t say no without causing more trouble for both her and Harry.

“What a brilliant idea, Minister,” Amelia said, suddenly standing and picking up her wand from her desk. “Let’s go, Harry.”

Fudge looked like the cat that got the cream as he whispered last minute words of encouragement to Harry. For his part, Harry was doing well to placate the Minister by pretending to actually care about what he had to say.

“My floo can take us directly to the alley,” Amelia said, preferring it to wasting time walking with Fudge down to the atrium.

“Good luck!” Fudge exclaimed loudly as Amelia and Harry both crowded the fireplace.

“What an idiot,” Harry muttered under his breath.

Amelia didn’t bother replying. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it in before declaring “Diagon Alley!”

They stepped into the flames together, and after an uncomfortable spin through the network, they were spat out just within the alley inside of a small building used for floo transport.

With a flick of her wand, Amelia banished off the dust and debris from her and Harry and briskly made her way through the door and out into the alley itself. It was as busy as ever with hundreds of witches and wizards moving about to get their summer shopping done.

“I apologise that you have to put up with this farce,” Amelia said when she sensed Harry stepping beside her.

“It’s fine enough with me, besides…”

He swept his arm around his waist, and though Amelia tried to bat it away, he held on firm.

“We’re in public,” she hissed at him.

“So?” He replied, utterly nonchalant about the entire matter.

“So, if anyone sees us, there’ll be hell to pay,” Amelia retorted sharply.

“I doubt that,” Harry replied. He lifted his free hand to wave. “Morning, Mister Fortescue!”

The older man a few shops down raised his own hand in reply, and though Amelia’s mind told her to pull away, her body melted into Harry’s side.

Finally, after the man turned away, Harry released her.

“We should be off on our patrol, no?” He smirked at her. “Why don’t you lead us down into Knockturn.”

By all rights, she should be the one in charge of this. Hell, she’d been in charge of him all morning. Yet at the exact moment of his choosing, he completely flipped the script upon her. And she didn’t want to fight it.

“Right this way,” she gestured.

Amelia led the path with Harry walking steadily at her side. They attracted plenty of curious looks and even a snap photo from some maggot from the Daily Prophet, but Amelia did her best to ignore all of them. Harry though, he truly seemed to enjoy the attention, which went against everything she’d ever heard about the man. He waved back to onlookers and even stopped to sign some silly book that was an alleged retelling of his childhood.

When she questioned him about it, he merely shrugged.

“Fudge wants to see me working with the Ministry, so I’m doing it.”

“But why?” Amelia asked him.

He didn’t answer her, instead choosing to divert off to greet another fan.

Was he truly trying to ingratiate himself with Fudge? Or was this some other ploy? Amelia hadn’t thought that Harry needed to try to climb the ministerial ladder to gain true power, but perhaps he thought differently. Or maybe this was all just a way to keep him closer to her. As good at deducting reasoning from her suspects as she was, Amelia struggled to understand Harry’s true motivations here. Each competing one seemed just as valid as all the others, but a small part of herself hoped that he was doing this for her.

When they reached the dark descent into Knockturn Alley, half a dozen shadowy figures fled from sight. It was likely that they were selling illegal goods or artefacts, but that didn’t really matter much. They were here after the graffiti took place.

Truthfully, Amelia had given this case to Harry to look over because it wasn’t particularly serious. There were burglaries, muggings, and even a couple of murders that took precedence within her queue of cases, but this one had been simple enough that it’d provide a suitable distraction for him… and offer Amelia enough breathing room to not jump his pants.

Even though it was daylight, there were only a few people moving about the alley. Most clung to the shadowy recesses of the awnings over storefronts or peered out through dirty windows to see what was going on at the street level. What became apparent the further they’d delved though was that word had gotten around about her and Harry’s appearance, and almost everyone had made themselves scarce.

Once they turned the corner to find a desolate street, Harry gestured off to a side alley. It was damp and dimly lit, making it the perfect spot for a secret rendezvous.

Amelia figured he’d spotted some of the graffiti they were on the lookout for or merely wanted to talk to her privately about something, but the second they entered the alley, Harry threw up half a dozen privacy charms and pushed her back up against the wall.

“I’ve waited long enough playing your game,” he told her.

“What game?” Amelia asked, pushing back on him.

Harry held his ground, pushing his entire body against hers. “I’ve felt just how damned turned on you’ve been the entire day. It’s been hard to ignore. Your magic has been screaming out at me to take you, and I bet you’ve been wondering why I haven’t already.”

She had, even if she wasn’t going to admit it.

“Well, it’s because I decide when things happen and when they don’t,” Harry told her. “And if you want this to happen right now, you’ll take out your tits.”

“I beg your pardon—”

“Don’t act all high and mighty with me,” Harry interjected sharply. “You’ve already sucked me off, and I can sense just how much you want me. You can’t tell me that you haven’t started to get wet since we entered this alleyway. You’ve dreamed of being fucked in some back alley by a powerful man for decades now, haven’t you?”

Amelia opened and closed her mouth as she glared at Harry. Damn him for being right. And damn her body for giving everything away.

“One chance,” he told her. “And if you don’t, I’ll leave for good and—”

Amelia cursed under her breath as she tore open her robes. Buttons spilt across the cobblestone street as her top came undone. Her bra covered her breasts, but she was quick to vanish it off of her body, making her large breasts suddenly pop out.

Harry leered at her body with a glee that made a thrill shoot up Amelia’s spine. She arched her back slightly, giving him an even better look at her breasts.

“Turn around,” he commanded her.

Feeling especially naughty, Amelia twisted around, planting her hands firmly upon the brick wall in front of her, and presented her ass to Harry. Even beneath her robes, she knew that it was plump enough to attract his gaze. She swayed her hips from side to side.

It was painful to admit just how wet she was at this moment. Every second next to Harry seemed to make her all the more attracted to him. She’d heard talk about muggles discussing how pheromones could dictate one’s feelings towards another, but she felt sure that nothing could compare to the way that magical attraction could make one feel towards another.

Harry split her robes with a spell that separated them from the small of her back all the way down to her feet. Even her panties were split apart and ended up falling down her legs lifelessly.

“You’re ready for me,” Harry commented as he groped her ass checks, stretching them apart to reveal the stench of her core. She needed him badly, and the smell of her own sex turned her own more than she was ready to admit.

“Quit wasting time,” Amelia retorted in a weak attempt to regain control over the situation, but she already knew that Harry was the one truly in command here.

His massive cock pressed against her lower lips, and Amelia knew that she was no more in control of the situation than the wind was. A warm breeze gusted past them, and Harry slowly pushed inside of her.

Amelia moaned loudly as Harry’s cock slid inside of her needy pussy. Her walls trembled around his thick shaft as he speared her open, leaving her utterly gobsmacked by how good it felt. She wanted to cry out louder, but the reality that they were in public made her keep herself quiet. It didn’t matter what charms Harry had put up; Amelia felt like she had some dignity to maintain.

But that dignity quickly faded as the pleasure grew exponentially. Harry had barely pulled his hips back when he suddenly groped her sensitive breasts. Amelia squealed in delight, and then he slammed forward inside of her again, feeding that desperate hunger that radiated throughout her core.

“Please,” Amelia whimpered. “Fuck me!”

Harry just laughed as he went about doing exactly that. Her pussy was clenching hungrily around his cock, trying to milk out his seed like it was the only source of nutrition that she’d ever feel. But Harry didn’t give in so easily. His strong, hard cock started pounding into her pussy wildly, taking all of the pleasure from her that he ever desired.

Amelia’s knees quivered and she was left barely standing as Harry ravaged her again and again. Distantly, the sight of people passing by the alley out of the corner of her eyes alerted Amelia, but she remembered Harry’s privacy charms and felt relief for a moment. But that relief quickly transitioned into excitement. Here she was getting fucked in front of well over a hundred passersby, but none of them realised what was truly going on.

That was the first moment that Amelia truly let her voice loose. Harry’s massive cock speared inside of her walls, stretching her pussy far beyond the limits that she could’ve ever imagined it hitting, and all it did was form the basis of the pleasure that was multiplied by the world around her.

“You feel fucking incredible!” Amelia screamed at the top of her lungs. “Fucking give it to me hard, right now! I want to feel you cumming inside of me!”

Harry chuckled behind her, but her words seemed to have quite the effect upon him. His hip motions picked up in pace quite a bit, and Amelia nearly collapsed to the ground then, not that Harry stopped. Even as she struggled to maintain her footing, Harry took what he wanted from her, which made the thrill in Amelia’s chest only grow and grow. He wanted her! He didn’t care about the consequences or how down and dirty he got! She was meant for him!

The culmination of the truth that’d been lurking behind their magical connection made Amelia squeal in delight as she began to cum around Harry’s cock. His powerful thrusts had left her utterly breathless and worn beyond belief. Each tremor that began within her core radiated out from it, stretching through her limbs and, eventually, up to her head, which led to her entire body convulsing in the ultimate pleasure that one could seek.

Amelia’s body gave out, and as she fell to the floor, Harry fell with her. She was moaning in pleasure as he kept thrusting into her tight pussy, making her ass bounce as his hips smacked against it. And at the peak of her orgasm, she felt the warm heat of his cum flooding into her.

Harry let out a muffled groan and bit down gently on the side of her neck as he made these tiny thrusts into her pussy, letting his seed shoot out again and again until he was fully drained of everything that he had left to give her. None of the passersby on Knockturn Alley noticed them, even if they happened to glance down where they were. Amelia felt their eyes glaze over them and made no move to hide her coupling with Harry. A part of her wished that they could all see what they’d just done.

Once they’d finally recovered their energy, Harry stood up first and then helped Amelia to her feet. Her legs were still unsteady, but she managed to rest her back against that wall that her hands had been braced upon to allow herself a momentary retrieve to truly catch her breath.

With ease, Harry repaired her robes and stuffed himself back within his own. Amelia finished the last minute fixtures by touching up her own robes before she felt his arm around her waist again as he directed her in the direction he wanted to go.

And then they were, back in Knockturn Alley with no one the wiser that she had cum dripping down her inner thighs.

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It was the final day in the office with Harry that Amelia placed every privacy and security charm she knew upon her office to keep her conversation with him private. Harry watched on curiously, perhaps expecting another one of their dalliances that’d become all so common over the past month or so.

Instead, once she’d drawn the final curtains, Amelia pulled out a vial full of clear liquid and spat into its contents. Harry came over and watched as she poured the vial onto a blank sheet of parchment atop her desk. Then, the liquid turned a deep blue and began to form words.

“A baby boy,” Harry murmured, reading off of the page.

“This was an accident,” Amelia said quietly.

“No,” Harry snapped sharply, gripping her hand firmly in his. “It wasn’t. We both knew what we were getting into.”

“I should’ve been more careful,” Amelia replied. “You’re half my age. We… we can’t…”

“We can, and we will,” Harry insisted. “If you’re willing.”

Amelia didn’t know how to answer him. She’d never been pregnant before. Her share of partners had come and gone, but she’d always been careful with them to take the right potions to prevent such a thing from happening. Why hadn’t she done this now?

“You’re a powerful witch,” Harry said, drawing her focus back onto him. “And I’m a powerful wizard. This is a perfect match for us; one that will secure our future.”

“But what about Voldemort?” Amelia asked.

“I’ll kill him,” Harry said assuredly. “And then you and I can start a family together.”

She believed him. Maybe she was a fool for doing so, but his confidence, his resolve, his bloody tenacity to get what he wanted was so intoxicating that it was impossible to imagine him failing.

“Okay,” Amelia said as she leaned in and kissed him.