Chapter 40

When he stood on the other side of the plastic wall, looking at Susan's naked bottom, Harry let himself a moment to feel the appreciation of the spectacular ass he had been looking for. Susan's hips looked as delicious as ever, thick, yet perfectly perky. The way they jiggled with each spank was clear in his mind, just like the mark from his slaps were still clear in her ass.

A reminder of their earlier spanking.

This time, however, it wasn't the beautiful sight of her freshly-spanked ass that caught his attention. No, he was watching in appreciation, because he had never seen Susan that aroused before, aroused enough that she was literally dripping like a broken faucet. Harry might have assumed that it was the bondage, but it wasn't the first time he was using that particular skill set on his busty redhead.

It was the power that aroused her.

That was the only explanation, Harry realized. His careless display of wandless was so far above anything an adult wizard —even a reasonably extraordinary one— could achieve, let alone someone still continuing his schooling. It didn't exactly confirm him at the same tier as Dumbledore and Voldemort, but considering he did it carelessly, it didn't disqualify him from that as well.

Susan was clearly enjoying that. Understandable, as she wouldn't be the first girl that was turned on by power. Not to mention, by any metric, he was a good choice. He was rich, relatively good looking, famous, competent in combat, and he was even an extremely popular jock. His display of raw power was just another thing in the long list of impressive achievements, though, from the way she was reacting, it clearly worked better than all others combined.

Maybe it was a cultural thing, Harry deduced even as he cast a spell to prepare her back door for his attention, cleaning and lubricating it at the same time. Unlike him —and other muggleborns— purebloods were raised with the tales of magical heroes and villains, each changing the landscape through sheer personal power.

Well, Harry had no problem enjoying it. Even as he pressed his shaft against her puckered hole, he was already making plans on how to reveal his wandless abilities without ruining the benefits of his hidden weapon. Then, Susan let out a muffled moan as he invaded her puckered hole more aggressively than necessary, pulling Harry back to the present.

"Moan once if you think I'm going too fast, and twice if you are happy with it," Harry ordered as he slapped her generous ass.

Susan moaned thrice, and Harry's eyes sparkled. The code wasn't exactly hard to crack. She wanted him to go even faster. He leaned forward, forcing his shaft deeper mercilessly despite knowing there was no way Susan could walk after they finished.

Thankfully, they had healing charms.

Susan moaned as his thickness invaded even deeper into her plump ass, enjoying the way she was tightening around him, so much that Harry decided to reward her. A wave of his hand, and he conjured a dildo, a bit smaller than his own, and slid it into her normal entrance. It slid easily into her wetness, making her cry hard enough to strain the capabilities of her ball-gag.

"Look at you, Susan. Niece of the woman who is about to become the new Minister of Magic, the pride of Hufflepuff, being fucked in both holes at the same time in a public park, a muggle one even, and acting no different than a two-sickle whore." He waved his hand once more, dispelling her ball-gag, leaving her mouth free to cry loudly. "Tell me how much you're enjoying it."

"Oh, Harry. I'm your whore," Susan slurred, excitement and pleasure making her drunker than a full bottle of firewhiskey. "I like it so much. I never felt this full before."

"You're going to feel even fuller soon," Harry answered, fully intent on filling her ass with his white gift. "I wonder what would you do if I just … stop," he mentioned in a casual curiosity.

"No!" she exclaimed in panic even as she tightened further, like she wanted him from escaping.

"Calm your tits," Harry ordered, feeling a bit of loss at his own words. Locking her in place, forcing her to stay immobile as he used all three holes of hers was a joy indeed, but the plastic wall was preventing him from seeing her tits dangling, which was, despite her spectacular ass and beautiful face, still her best feature by a wide margin. She was beautiful, but her tits were a work of art. A miracle, even.

If he was a muggle, he would have been facing the choice of letting her go or denying himself the beautiful view of her tits. Fortunately, magic was a useful thing to solve his problems. All it took a simple spell to turn the wall transparent, and another to conjure a mirror directly in front of Susan, giving him the view of her beautiful tits from both sides.

If that also allowed Susan to see her own face, slack with pleasure, forcing her to confront her sluttiness, it was just a side benefit. A nice one, but a side benefit nonetheless. It turned on Susan enough to make her climax, and her tightness finally overcame his resistance as well, filling her ass with his seed.

He waved his hand as he pulled back, and the hole that was keeping Susan locked in place loosened. Harry could have helped her, but instead, he cast a spell to make the dildo in her vibrate furiously instead. "You're an evil man, Harry," Susan shouted, but her following moans took a lot from the sharpness of her words.

"If being evil means I continue to lose myself in your spectacular body, I'm willing to rule the hell itself," Harry answered, making Susan blush shyly despite everything they had done. "Another round?" he asked.

"No," she murmured reluctantly. "You still have that meeting with my aunt, and I need to fix myself before I could introduce you to her."

"Are you saying that she wouldn't appreciate me helping you relax a bit before a tense meeting?"

"Helping me relax, is that what we're going to call it," Susan said as she dressed and used several charms to remove her freshly-fucked look, but Harry didn't miss the fact that she kept his little gift inside her.

"Don't you feel relaxed," Harry answered even as he presented his arm to her, and she grabbed tightly, but only after swatting his arm playfully. "What's the plan."

"Simple, I'm going to trigger my portkey which will drop us in a private entrance, and it'll lead into a private wing my aunt uses for her sensitive meetings," Susan explained. Even without her mentioning, Harry understood that it was a room inaccessible for her guard detail as well. Reasonable considering the way Fudge and his cronies were acting, and it was vital for Harry as well. There was no guarantee that one of her Auror guards wouldn't report to Dumbledore.

"Are you ready?" Susan asked, and Harry nodded, preparing himself for the unpleasant sensation.

When the tugging sensation stopped, he was barely able to keep upright. "I fucking hate this," he murmured. The magical world might have instantaneous travel, but its cost was absolutely horrid in his opinion. Flying was far superior to any other method in his humble opinion.

"Oh, big bad Potter couldn't handle a little portkey," Susan mocked, only to slap her own mouth immediately after. Not because she was feeling particularly concerned with her words, but because Harry suddenly turned up the intensity of the little toy that was buried inside her. She slapped his arm again and again, but Harry didn't let it slow down. Susan tried to pull out, only to realize it wasn't possible.

Harry just watched in amusement as Susan struggled to stay upright, leaning against the wall, her legs trembling. "Harry, my aunt," she whispered choppily, doing her best not to moan loudly. Harry let her struggle until once again, she started shaking under the effect of a climax. Only then, he let it stop.

"I hate you," she murmured, which would have been more convincing if it wasn't for the exhausted, but still wide, the smile on her face.

"No, you don't," Harry said as he caressed her cheek, then he dispelled the spell that was holding the toy inside her.

"Just follow the corridor, and you'll find my aunt's study there," Susan explained.

"Excellent," Harry said, then, leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. Susan was fun, and considering he was pushing work a working relationship with her aunt, he probably needed to add a little intimacy in their relationship, at least more than the current hardcore friends-with-benefit arrangement.

As he walked forward, however, he ignored the future considerations on how to handle his favorite redhead, instead focusing on the discussion he wanted to have with her intimidating aunt, Amelia Bones.

Only through his Occlumency skill, he managed to remember her, because it was the day of his eventful hearing in the ministry, and he had more important things to worry about than the traits of Madam Bones. On that day, he had the impression that Amelia Bones was an old woman, no different than McGonagall.

Now that he had a better perspective on the female body, he revised his idea. Because with his near-perfect recall, he could remember certain details, such as her smooth face and potentially-tight body, forced to look older than she actually was by a careful application of make-up. Understandable considering she was in her mid-thirties, still in her physical prime thanks to the slower aging of Wizards. She had risen to the top through sheer competence, but looking older probably had its benefits.

"Welcome, Mister Potter," said Amelia immediately after he took a step in the room. "Please take a seat."

Harry glanced around, only to see Amelia sitting behind an elevated desk at the corner, not directly visible from the door. A nice defensive trick, Harry admitted.

"Madam Bones," Harry answered, then sat down. However, he acted in a deliberate slowness, letting his gaze devour the details of the room, which was a tastefully-decorated study that could have been easily mistaken for a muggle office if it wasn't for a couple of animated pictures. "I hope you are well," he said.

"We don't need to waste time with small talk," she said determinedly, cutting his words very short. "Your letter alluded a great number of things without confirming anything. I need to make sure that you're not wasting my time. I'm a busy woman," she said, seemingly irritated.

Harry simply smiled, letting her sharp annoyance to wash over him. A few months ago he might have panicked and launched into an uncontrolled explanation just to avoid her displeasure, revealing far more than he had been planning. Months of manipulating others taught him a lot about the art of manipulation. She was intentionally positioning herself as an authority —which was admittedly true as she was about to become the strongest political entity in the country, probably with wartime extended powers— and forced her displeasure clearly, trying to bait Harry to address that.

Simple and clever, but unfortunately for her, utterly ineffective against him. He had enough surprises to utterly destroy her balance. "Do you have a Pensieve," Harry said. She quirked her eyebrow, Harry sighed. "I'm just trying to cut the chase, because I'm sure you won't believe my words. Even a Pensieve wouldn't be enough to convince you completely, but I'm hoping that it would be a start."

"You sound sure," she said, and Harry just shrugged, letting her subtle question go unanswered. She was trying to get a better idea about him, and Harry had no intention of making her job easier. And while the silence stretched, he examined her physical qualities carefully.

The first thing he noticed was that his assumption about her age and her looks was correct. From up close, he could easily see the small irregularities in her makeup, and even get a better idea about the beauty hidden underneath. Amelia reminded him of Susan. The same type of face, same deep green eyes, same flaming red hair —though Amelia's were obviously dyed to add some gray to it. Her body was hidden behind a thick robe, but thanks to Hogwarts' atrocious dress code, he was easily able to identify the marks telling him that a sexy body lay underneath those thick fabric.

Pity he had important things to handle, as he would have liked to seduce the redheaded bombshell that was about to take the most prestigious government seat.

After a minute of silence, Amelia nodded in defeat, and summoned the Pensieve. "It's ready," she said, meanwhile Harry was already removing several silvery strands. "That's a lot of memories," she said.

"I have a lot of secrets," Harry answered even as he put the first memory to play. He had chosen the intense argument between him and Dumbledore, the fight where Dumbledore revealed about the prophecy. He stepped inside the memory with Amelia just a second behind her. She was silent as Dumbledore's image explained the prophecy and how it linked to the ministry break-in.

Amelia tried to stay silent, but Harry noticed her murmuring in anger, one that he wasn't supposed to hear, but the Pensieve was rather good at conducting sound. "That bastard!"

Her anger was understandable, especially since Harry was sure that Dumbledore hadn't revealed any of that information to Amelia when needed, just because Amelia hadn't chosen to join his illegal club of gossiping has-beens. Harry had experienced that for the last five years of his life. Dumbledore might not be evil, but he was a control freak that saw himself as the rightful leader of everything that was light and just. To make things worse, he always stayed passive, giving the field to his opponents.

So, yes. He understood Amelia's anger.

"Do you think what he said is true," Amelia asked after the memory had played out.

"It has a good chance of being true," Harry answered. "It explains a lot about what happened in my life, from why Riddle was trying to kill me since I was an infant to why he let Sirius Black go to Azkaban without a trial," Harry said, intentionally dropping two bombs, curious about her reaction.

"What do you mean he let Black go to Azkaban, he's a traitor!" she exclaimed, only to receive a calm look from him. "Isn't he?" Amelia asked reproachfully.

"No, apparently, Pettigrew is the real traitor, and before you ask, he's still alive and responsible for resurrecting Riddle."

"And Riddle is?" Amelia asked, even though her eyes were alight with understanding, just searching for confirmation.

"Voldemort's real name," he said even as he waved his hand, and conjured the name, before waving his hand once more, rearranging the letters. "The name everyone is scared to say is a childish anagram created by an idiot with illusions of grandeur."

"Dumbledore knew it the whole time," Amelia said, gasping in anger. "That white bastard."

"Yeah, discount Gandalf has some real issues with secrets."

"How did you learn it?"

"Well, it's another thing you really need to see," Harry said, before starting to play another memory strand, starting from the point where Lockhart threatened to erase their mind, trying to squeeze a bit of sympathy. For better or worse, he already hitched his wagon to Amelia's, and a bit of sympathy wouldn't go amiss.

Amelia watched that memory with rapt attention, then they continued with the others. Harry had a lot of secrets to reveal without harming himself, and the more he revealed, the less likely she would think that he was holding important things secret.

However, he was starting to get bored. He decided to watch Amelia, trying to guess her body shape under her shapeless robes. As she moved, however, a smile appeared on his face, because from the way her robe moved, he deduced that she was not behind her niece when it came to her curves. Harry decided to experiment a bit. He started expanding his magical senses, trying to link with the Pensieve.

It turned out to be much easier than he had been expecting. He had total control. Under normal circumstances, it had limited usefulness, because it allowed him to pause and rewind the memory, but not manipulate it in any way. More importantly, it gave him the power to eject or control other participants. Harry decided to apply that in a more playful manner. And since their presence was just a mental projection, changes would be temporary.

The first thing he did was to vanish all of her make up. The white lines disappeared from her hair, revealing a burning crimson tone underneath, slightly darker than Susan's. Then, he slowly let her robe to tighten around her, just to give a hint of her beautiful body, but he failed to tighten it enough to make it sexy, not without alerting her.

So, instead, he put a new memory, one that was guaranteed to hold her attention, before forcing her robe to turn transparent, finally giving him a glimpse of her body.

Her curvy, toned, and all-around spectacular body…

She was an arousing mixture of an Amazon and a playboy model, curves at the right place, but muscles peeking from underneath. Harry was sure that it if wasn't for magic, she had no chance of maintaining that combination, as her clear inclination for exercising would have burned off the fat required to maintain her spectacular globes.

Harry was struck with a desire to see that body crawling underneath him with pleasure, eager to follow his every order. Not only she was a sexy, older, and accomplished witch, but also she was about to attain the most important position in the country. Dominating her would be proof of his mastery.

But, before he could say anything else, a magical alarm started to blare, pushing them out of the Pensieve.