40 Chapter 40

Harry Potter stepped into the Potter Manor late at night, feeling utterly drained and tired.

Tomorrow was supposed to be the big day. The day that will completely change his life—well, more than it already has—though this time, it will be according to his wishes. Long had he been forced to suffer under the defaming shadow of the Daily Prophet. Fudge alone could not have done much to destroy their country…had it not been for the Prophet brewing doubts against him and Dumbledore.

Not this time. This time, he was going to do things differently, with the full support of the Ministry. This time, he was going to do things his way. If Rita Skeeter was smart, she will follow along the narrative he wished to build. If she wasn't, a little threat—completely legal—would go a long way in convincing her.

Of course, should she stay obstinate, she will be eliminated. Harry had no patience for the people of England anymore.

Plus, it wasn't murder if it was for the greater good.

He snorted. 'The Greater Good…I'll make a good replacement for Grindelwald.'

No, it would definitely be murder, but he was past the point of caring. He'd been so for a long time now. Healed though his soul may be, his innocence wouldn't be returning in this life.

And he was fine with it. An innocent cannot do what needs to be done. He can, so he shall.

All such thoughts left his mind when he entered the Main Hall however, his eyes snapping to the little figure curled up on the cushions. She looked like a tiny angel made up of softest cotton, too delicate to be let out in the open air for the fear of disappearing away in the wind.

Like a peaceful baby cherub, Gabrielle Delacour slept upon the sofa all alone.

'Well…that's a cute sight.' His heart melted ever so slightly.

Eyes fixed upon the child, Harry tip-toed inside slowly, feeling a slight change in his heart.

He may not be a righteous paragon of justice anymore…but there was still too much innocence in the world, threatened by the existence of two arseholes drunk on power.

It was a worthy goal, to keep such innocence safe an—

'No!' He snapped the thought shut, occluding it away from his mind like a cursed object. 'My saving people thing is long gone to dust. The only ones I care about now are the people close to me.'

And that is how it shall remain forever. He couldn't let the 'Messiah' propaganda get to his head. He was one man and one man alone, taking responsibility for this world was not in his job description.

'…Though I guess I can make an exception for this cute little angel.'

He hummed. That was a more agreeable goal; not that he truly liked the idea of taking responsibility for others again…

Though considering what she went through all her life, she was more than deserving of a happy life ahead.

'Guess I can help with that at least.'

Harry soon crept up above her, silent as a shadow, arms extended to pick her up as steadily as possible.

He never got the chance.

She turned, eyes wide open and awake, silent tears trickling down her cheeks…

Their eyes met, dark blue orbs peeking up at the emerald green ones with innocent sadness…

And Harry almost had his ears blasted off from the scream that filled the Main Hall.

"Woah, woah, woah, calm now!" Harry waved her down hastily, taking a step away from the couch.

Surprisingly, she did calm down quickly enough, having scrambled back against the couch's corner…

"It's alright," Harry whispered soothingly, approaching slowly. "You can sleep here if you want…"

The tiny cherub was quiet for a long moment, her wide blue eyes fixed on his face, almost as if memorizing his features. Then she dipped her face down bashfully.

"Y-you're The-Boy-Who-Lived?" She asked hesitantly, peeking up through her tiny eyelashes.

"So they say." Harry smiled, shrugging.

She scooted closer, slowly—and hesitantly—laying her arm on his. "I believe them. You saved me and maman and Fleur."

"Flawless logic." He snorted, poking at her cheeks, only for her to flinch away in phantom pain. "Gabrielle?"

She shook her head, sniffing, and his attention went back to the tear stains.

"H-he always hurt me…" She sniffed again, rubbing her cheek on her shoulder. "I dreamt about him…and I couldn't find mama…."

His heart hurt as if someone was pounding upon it with a hammer, pinching up in stinging pain.

Slowly, he approached her and took her within his arms. And she let him. "I will never hurt you. No one will."

How could anyone ever hurt this child? Harry wondered. Even at the darkest of his phases, would he have ever hit her?

No, he never would've. Even when he'd lost everything, cared for nothing, he wouldn't have hurt a child.

'But you did, did you not? You possibly destroyed an entire world, and millions of little ones like her along with it.'

He closed his eyes, resting his chin atop of Gabby's little head as she sniveled in his chest.

That had been the bleakest point of his life. He'd been a different kind of beast then, a monster who cared not for the world, nor for its people.

Harry did not doubt that he was still too jaded to truly care about people… he knew his innocence had died a long time ago, taking his saving people thing along with it…

Yet, the idea of hurting millions of Gabrielles still brought an unpleasant bitterness in his mouth.

'Is this because of my younger self? Did he give me a heart again?'

Whatever the case, he knew now it was easier when you don't know who you're hurting. The world he'd left behind to its doom was much easier to push aside than the tiny sobbing figure in his arms.

If he had someone like Gabrielle in his life, he never would've lost hope. He never would've become that cynical, hopeless beast too jaded to care.

He would've lived and fought on for his daughter or his sister for a much longer time than he had.

A raging fire suddenly bubbled in his heart, his thoughts going to the one who'd hurt the tiny bundle of innocence in his arms.

He closed his eyes, feeling an intense regret for killing the man so easily. That monster—for he was a true monster, bigger than Harry could ever become—had hurt a child. And not one child either; from the details he'd gotten from Apolline, Fleur had been just a little girl when he'd started his drama.

He'd hurt his own daughters and wife for his personal failure, abusing his family for years and years, etching the fear of his name deep within their hearts. It made Harry wish for a time turner now…made him wish he could go back and truly deliver what he deserved.

It had been too quick and easy a death for a man like Henri Delacour.

Well, he can't change the past again.

But he can secure the future.

"I'll protect you." Harry whispered in the child's ear, feeling her arms tightening around him.

She sniffed again, her trembling little body stilling slightly. "Thank you."

Harry smiled. 'I have a job to do.'

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29th August,

Minister of Magic's office

Harry leaned over the Minister's desk, eyes filtering through the open file beneath him. "You're sure Barty Crouch was checked for Imperius this morning?"

The file contained a list of names, all carefully chosen by Harry himself. His past knowledge assisted him in making the list of every suspicious Ministry worker with even the tiniest bit of influence. No stone was left unturned and no wizard or witch escaped his scan.

All the selected individuals were given a Level 7 priority in the subject of 'Threats to Security', and were forced to go through multiple checks for Polyjuice and Imperius each day.

Till now, they'd captured well over a dozen Ministry workers under Imperius, all through the use of Thief's Downfall.

'A shame I had to promise the Sword of Gryffindor in return.'

Still, that was a relatively minor payment for what they'd gotten back in return. The Sword was ultimately useless for one capable of casting Fiendfyre. While Harry did not look forward to pitting his will against the live fire, he would do what he must…unless a better solution presents itself, of course.

"Yes, as were Longbottom, Skacklebolt, Thicknesse, and every other being you listed on the file." The Minister replied, pacing the office floor from left to right.

Harry could almost discern her shaky nerves and restlessness in each of her steps.

"How on earth did you convince me to blow up Azkaban again, Harry?" She asked, coming to lean opposite him. "That is one of the most famous places in Magical Britain. Losing the prison would be a great blow to the people's morale."

"Too risky." Harry answered, eyes unmoving from the file. "We're awfully undermanned. Can't defend against a horde of Dementors and Death Eaters. We should just take solace in the fact that it won't be for nothing."

It hadn't been his first choice. Not by a long shot.

He knew Tommy would attack Azkaban from the very start of course. Things may be different in this world, but it didn't make sense for Voldemort to completely change his goals. He would surely want to rescue his most competent Death Eaters first, before targeting the prophecy.

'Unless he already knows the prophecy here...'

Harry was willing to consider all the possibilities this time, while preparing for the unlikeliest of events.

But if the Dark Lord already knew the full prophecy, rescuing his army would naturally become his first priority even more.

At first, he'd desperately wanted to defend the prison and deny Voldemort his precious army…perhaps even deal the Death Eaters a huge blow with a well prepared ambush.

But that was simply too illogical.

No matter how much brainstorming he did, there wasn't a single path where they might come out unscathed. Even in the most optimistic case, successfully defending the island would come with grave losses. And this optimistic case came through the assumption that the Dementors will sit quietly in the sidelines.

The worst case scenario, they lose the war in a single day.

No, unlike their enemies, the Ministry wasn't in a position to lose more magical forces now.

That, however, did not mean that he could let such a juicy opportunity slip through his fingers...neither could he let the noseless bastard gorge himself with his followers of course.

Thus, Harry had come up with an alternative. A very explosive alternative.

After thoroughly convincing the Minister, which took more action than simple words and well-presented arguments—though he loved every single moment of it, so you wouldn't catch him complaining—Harry finally put his plan to action in utter secrecy.

The first thing he'd done was to put Yaxley under Imperius, instantly eliminating a known threat without arousing their enemies' suspicions. The seed he'd planted in his mind was simply secondary in importance.

Next was to rescue all the truly important thugs from Azkaban, their minds holding a special attraction for him; the knowledge they carried...he wanted it all.

Flying on his lonesome the entire way, a journey that took more than three hours—even going at the top speed of the Firebolt—Harry had managed to smuggle out half a dozen Death Eaters—transfigured as animals, then re-transfigured into inanimate objects—all hidden inside a bag charmed with Extension charm. All cream of the crop; including Antonin Dolohov—a level 6 dueler—Augustus Rookwood, and the Lestrange brothers. He'd been a little surprised at not finding Regulus Black, though he pushed it up on this world's differences.

The rest of the Death Eaters he'd left behind, their lives useless; knowledge worthless.

They shall suffer under the same fate awaiting Tommy and his band of arsekissers.

It was just a shame that the Dementors were immune to most types of damage...or else he could've hit two birds with one stone. One very large and spectacular stone.

He wondered if there was anything else he could've done to prepare the prison for its eventual unveiling...any way to maximize the damage their gift will cause the snake-faced bastard...

'You could've contacted the Order.'

Harry squashed the thought into oblivion.

It wasn't simply his hatred of Dumbledore that made him so distrustful of the Order...it was also...

Well fine, it was only Dumbledore. Not that anyone else could've helped in this mission...the Minister had provided him with the very best runemasters available. Only Dumbledore could've offered anything substantial to the trap's lethality.

Yet, how could he possibly trust that lying old goat again? After everything he'd done to him in his past life, Dumbledore deserved all of his contempt and more…

'Don't give excuses. You need them.' His cynical voice needled.

Harry took a deep breath, promising himself to ponder upon the subject further. But for now, he had a demonstration to give to the Wizarding World.

"I don't like this, Harry. I don't like your plan for the Wizengamot either." The Minister was pacing the room again. "This is the time when we must consolidate our position and prepare for a long war of attrition. Targeting the Wizengamot and Azkaban like this may blow up in our faces horribly."

Sighing, Harry straightened up, placing a bookmark before closing the file carefully. Steps silent as a feather, he moved behind his Minister, carefully coming into position…

And then he pounced, suddenly taking hold of her tense shoulders and stopping her in place.

"Har—?"

"You worry too much, my dear Minister." He whispered in her ears, leaning closer, his fingers expertly massaging the tense muscles of her back, her complaints petering out into nothingness.

The years of practice he'd gotten whilst soothing his lovers' worries had made him a very skilled masseuse. Case in point as Amelia Bones simply closed her eyes and submitted to his tender ministrations, a sigh of satisfaction leaving her full lips.

Without the woman even realizing, he slowly started to guide her in front of the full body-length mirror, coming to a stop once he got a clear view of her front.

"It wouldn't be right to show your worries to the public now, would it?" He murmured soothingly, slowly peeling her coat off of her shoulders. "There's still some time for the people to arrive…how about something more…fun and relaxing?"

His fingers restarted their massaging—slowly but surely making their way downwards—while his eyes drank in her gasping figure in the mirror. Her eyes were closed, beautiful lashes fluttering each time his fingers found a sensitive spot, her pouty red lips letting out hisses and gasps of pleasurable satisfaction, while her rosy cheeks quickly reddened upon him leaning closer, his hips rubbing against her plump behind.

She could feel his arousal, he knew. An arousal that grew in intensity as his eyes dipped lower, taking in the deep valley of cleavage that gave form to two impressive globes, stretching her white top to its extreme, begging to pop out to freedom.

His knuckles pressed into her side boobs, compressing them together to give his eyes an even more stunning look down the valley of her milky white cleavage.

"Harry!" She whispered, scandalized. "Not here! Not now….we barely have ten minutes…"

But his zipper was already open, his shaft dangling against the curve of her butt, pressing up against her letting her feel its hardening length.

"We'll have to be quick then." He knew she could hear the smirk in his voice even with closed eyes.

She gave a groan of complaint but Harry knew it to be simple dramatics. For she made no move to stop him as his fingers began digging into the depths of her breasts, mauling and kneading into them like sponge, his hardened cock dry humping her behind through the knee-length skirt.

"Besides, don't tell me you've never dreamt of this." He chuckled, his hand trailing downwards to grasp the edge of her skirt before hiking it all the way over her bubbly rump, freeing it from its tight confinement.

"Oh Merlin…" Amelia whispered as his finger tugged her pink panties to one side, leaning down slightly to rub his member against her wet slit. "If someone sees us like this you can rest assured the little trust our people have in us will be blown away like smoke."

Harry chuckled, eyes closing involuntarily as his shaft slowly slid inside. "I…doubt it. It'll probably boost your PR…The-Boy-Who-Gives…and The-Minister-Who-Takes."

He groaned as her tight walls clenched around his shaft.

But that was nothing against the loud moan his beautiful minister gave, her entire body shuddering to accommodate the thick pipe inside her.

Harry snorted. "And how can you complain with the same mouth that's moaning like a whore?"

"Ohh, you bastard." She hissed out in pleasure again, her body bending down slightly to let him have easier access. "I should never have let you slide into me that night. You've been absolutely insufferable since."

"Really?" His question was drowned under her yelp when he buried himself deeper inside. "So it wasn't you who was begging me to 'plunder the depths of this wet pussy' yesterday?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer, pushing himself out before sliding back in; the clap of their thighs echoing around the room.

"Ahh, fuck…!" She bit out as their waists started their rhythmic thumping. "Just shut up and keep screwing me, you annoying git."

And thus began the countdown of their ten minutes of pleasure. His left hand began mauling and squeezing her breasts again—feeling their weight upon his palm—while his right hand hooked back her elbow to keep her in position—stopping her from bending down completely—as he pumped into her from behind, his member thoroughly exploring the depths of her inner walls and quickly picking up pace.

They must've kept up at it for a few minutes, her body awkwardly hanging onto his arms while he pistoned into her rapidly, when a sudden knock interrupted their coupling, startling the woman swinging underneath him something fierce.

"Ma'am?" A female voice beckoned. "They're waiting for you."

The wards in the room prevented any sound from escaping outside, thus denying them the ability to answer. To enable it, the controller of the ward would have to give its permission…but that also meant letting whoever was outside hear exactly what was going on in here.

Wide-eyed, the Minister glanced back at him imploringly, but he showed no signs of stopping, simply clapping her bouncy arse with every thrust.

"Harry, I have to go!" She whispered desperately but Harry couldn't care less right now as he felt himself building up, the kinkiness of the situation boosting his arousal to cloud nine.

The Minister followed suit a couple claps later, reluctant but too far gone into the pleasure as her tunnel began spasming erratically, clenching in and out.

"Shit!" She growled, giving a loud desperate groan as her body began shuddering uncontrollably.

"Minister Bones? Are you inside?"

The question went unanswered.

Amelia rode out her orgasm between distress and pleasure, moaning and gasping with impatience, her legs giving out suddenly—entire body now forced to dangle beneath him, simply supported by his arms, swaying back and forth with every pump of his hips.

Struggling and bent over, her hands searched her fallen coat for her wand, all whilst he kept using her like a sheath, jerking his sword in and out of her walls rapidly.

She quickly gave a shaky wave of her wand, bent over as she was, before yelling out, "I'm coming! Tell them to wait!"

"Tell who, ma'am?" The answer came back, bewildered. "Ma'am, the crowd is here! As in, already in the Atrium!"

"God damn it!" Amelia yelped, now both her elbows hooked back in his hands, her body hanging onto the tide as the intensity of their fucking gained a new pace. "Harry…I need to go!"

He answered by picking her body up and placing her down over the desk, bent over and completely ready for a new round of fucking.

"No!" She whispered harshly, eyes wide with fear. "She'll hear it!"

But he'd already plunged inside her, restarting their banging, his pace now faster than ever, both hands finding purchase on her hips—holding them in place—while he battered away at her pussy like a machine, before finally, blessedly, feeling himself burst out.

The scream was just out of her lips when his hand slapped above her mouth, stifling the sound beneath his palm as she burst out in orgasm as well, matching his timing perfectly.

He felt his member shudder and contract, shots of cum blasting deep inside her with every pump, emptying his jewels of their precious energy.

"Uhh…Minister?" The confused voice came again, now with a touch of worry. "Do you…need any help? Should I come—"

"No!" Amelia bellowed as he finally emptied himself inside her completely, giving a couple of last pumps before pulling out. "I'm coming!"

She turned to him, forcing her face into a steely look reserved for criminals. "You realize you might've just—"

"Save it." He snorted, pushing back his well satisfied member into his pants. "Your words will have more effect when you aren't looking like a bitch just out of mating."

She blinked, her eyes scanning her body, widening into saucers when they took in her displaced clothes—her skirt was still bunched up over her butt, with a couple of shirt buttons had come undone—her attire just screaming of something suspicious.

She sighed. "Damn it, Harry."

Laughing, his fingers took a hold of her chin and dragged her into a quick messy kiss.

Amelia didn't shy away, she never did, their tongues exploring a hint of their mouth before they pulled away.

She scowled at him, though not even a drop of actual heat present—except arousal. "Honestly, had you not been such a charming git, you'd just be…well, a git."

Harry nodded, 'impressed'. "Very clever, Minister Bones."

"Oh shut up, you." She shook her head, quickly straightening her dress and donning on her coat. "Give me a few minutes head start at least."

She shot him a stern look. "And I mean that, Harry. Do not come out until I've taken that girl away."

Chuckling, he held up his hands. "Fine, fine. I need to prepare for what's about to come anyway."

As the Minister saw herself out, Harry turned back to her desk, eyes searching for the file…

Only to find it sprawled upon the floor.

With a deep breath, he made his way to it. He wasn't lying when he said he had things to prepare.

'The Wizengamot won't know what hit em.'

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AN: Well, almost a month later...but hope you enjoyed the chapter! Let me know your thoughts.

Sorry if you're disappointed in not getting the build up to Harry/Amelia's relationship, I know a few of you were looking forward to it. Hopefully you still liked this. Also, she isn't in the pairings so don't grow too attached lol. Double also, her official character pic is in discord.

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P.S: For anyone wondering; yes, the starting is inspired by KKC, which would've still been my fav series had I not grown so bitter at Rothfuss for the needless torture.