Chapter 3

When Harry woke up the next morning, he felt like he was in heaven. He had a few very desirable dreams the previous night, but when he woke up, he found reality to be even better.

A wet, slurping sound reached his ears that finally cleared the last vestiges of foggy sleep from his mind and he looked down at the lovely veela who had her sultry, pink lips wrapped around the crown of his cock, tongue swirling over the head as she stared back mirthfully. The rest of his cock was fisted in her hand which she was slowly moving back and forth, stimulating his hard-on expertly.

Her legs were on either side of his right leg, and he felt her rubbing her lower lips over his knee, trying to get off simultaneously.

Harry's eyes stared into her electric blue orbs, and she winked before dragging her wet tongue from the tip of his cock, lathering his length as she descended, before she reached the base. Her mouth wrapped around one of his balls and she gave a harsh tug. Harry groaned.

Her hand kept jerking him off, slick with her saliva before she gathered a sufficient amount of spit in her mouth and let it drop over the head of his cock, spreading it over his length and intensifying the pace of her strokes before she took him back in her mouth.

Harry reached down and fisted her silky blonde hair, slowly guiding her mouth over his cock. He felt her moan around his length, sending vibrations through his groin and Harry's cock lurched inside her mouth.

"Fucking hell, Fleur," groaned Harry as Fleur pushed her mouth as far as she could, encasing his manhood in the welcoming confines of her throat. Her lips clenched firmly over the base, and he felt her swirl her tongue all around his length. It took all he had for him to not explode in her mouth.

"Ah babe you look incredible with my cock in your mouth," hissed Harry. "You like it, don't you? You want my seed in your mouth first thing in the morning, you naughty slut."

The dirty talk further encouraged the alluring beauty, as her hands came up to fondle his balls while her mouth moved back and forth. The lewd wet sounds of her sucking echoed around the otherwise silent room as Fleur kept rubbing her lower lips over his knee.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Fleur," warned Harry as he fisted her hair tightly, making her hum around his cock in approval. That did it. With a groan, Harry erupted inside her wanton mouth, filling it with his thick, hot seed. Shot after shot of his cum splattered the inner walls of her oral cavity as Fleur took it all as expertly as she had done the previous night. Veela sure were sex incarnate.

Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock while her hand stroked the slick surface, coaxing every bit of his hot, potent seed from him. He was left breathing raggedly as he stared at her extracting her prize – a prize she very much deserved.

When she was done, she kissed the tip of his cock and winked at him.

"Nothing beats a good morning dessert in the bed," grinned Fleur, and Harry leaped forward. Fleur yelped with a laugh as Harry turned her over on her back before attacking her lips with his, uncaring of the aftertaste. They kissed furiously as if they were long-lost lovers who had finally met after years of separation. His hands immediately latched onto her tits and he squeezed them, earning a moan of contentment from the veela. Meanwhile, Fleur wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing their bodies closer as she kissed him.

"You sure love my tits, don't you?" asked Fleur after pulling back with a chuckle.

"I love all of you," replied Harry before he dipped down, furiously sucking her neck. Fleur threw her head back in pleasure, with her hands caressing the back of his head as she pressed him closer.

Harry enjoyed his time worshipping this alluring goddess who had decided to give her first time to him, as he had given her his. Her heavenly tits, perfect in every sense of the word, fit in his palms as if they were made for him, and he squeezed the globes. His mouth latched on to one of her nipples, sucking and licking away, and Fleur hissed erotically. Her grip was firm on the back of his head, and she kept pulling him closer than before. Harry already knew how sensitive her nipples were, and he did not shy away from showering them with all his attention.

He pinched, he pulled, he sucked, he bit, and he licked her nipples over and over, either with his fingers or with his mouth, and by the time he was done, her tits sported marks of his fingers, his teeth, and there was a slightly reddening bruise over her right breast.

"Well, I didn't know you liked them so much," whispered Fleur before moaning out when Harry gently rubbed her wet snatch.

"Time for some dessert," smirked Harry and leaned close, probing her silky folds with his tongue.

"Ah yes…" groaned Fleur, gently caressing his hair as Harry started to eat her out. His tongue flicked over and over, licking the wet skin of her slit before he looked up and smirked. Before Fleur could say anything, he flicked the hood upward and pushed his tongue against her clit.

Fleur cried out in pleasure and pulled his face closer as Harry smirked and started to suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers stroked her lips before he parted them and inserted his middle finger inside her. Fleur's back arched in ecstasy.

"Oh I fucking love this!" cried out the blonde veela, wrapping her legs around his neck and pulling him as close as possible.

Harry smirked against her pussy and inserted his index finger inside her as well. His lips wrapped around her clit and he twirled his tongue all over it, driving the beautiful seductress closer and closer to the edge.

With a loud cry of passion, Fleur convulsed. Her entire being shook as a tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her. Her inner walls clenched around his digits and Harry's fingers were flooded with her massive release.

Panting, the beauty stared at his smirking face as he licked her juices off his fingers before he came over and dropped a soft kiss against her lips. Fleur kissed him back happily and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

Laying side by side, the couple wrapped their arms around each other. His hands caressed and squeezed her ass while Fleur ran her hands over his naked back as they kissed.

A few minutes of tranquil cuddling later, Harry felt Fleur wrap her hand around his flaccid length. The familiar feeling of her allure wafting over him made him open his eyes and he looked down to see her smirking.

"You didn't think I'd let you go without the main event, did you?" asked Fleur as she stroked his erect length and straddled him. She lined him up against her quivering snatch before Harry suddenly stopped her.

"Huh? What is it?"

Harry pushed himself up on his elbows and smirked at her.

"Bend over," instructed the dark-haired wizard firmly, and an excited smile overtook the blonde's lovely face. With a saucy grin, she turned around and dropped to her elbows and knees, pushing her face into the bed and raising her ass high up in the air.

*WHACK* *WHACK*

Fleur let out a surprised squeal and Harry chuckled as he dropped a firm slap on both of her ass cheeks, enjoying the way her ivory skin rippled.

"You have a lovely arse, Fleur," complimented Harry as he caressed the tender skin that was reddening quickly. His hands grabbed her pillowy flesh as he lined himself against her entrance from behind. His fingers gently prodded her rosebud, and Fleur moaned.

"I'd love to take you here as well. But for now, I'm very happy with this."

Fleur groaned in satisfaction as Harry buried his length inside her in one firm push. Her lower lips widened to accommodate his girth and she fisted the mattress.

"Ah yes… You can fuck me anywhere you want. I don't care when or where you do. Just don't stop," moaned Fleur loudly as Harry delivered another smack on her ass cheek and began moving.

"You better believe I'm going to do exactly that," hissed Harry, feeling her pussy lips gripping his cock in a vice. "I'm going to fuck you like my personal whore, Fleur. I'll fill you up with my seed over and over again. You'd like that, won't you, my lovely French slut?"

"Your slut," moaned Fleur. "Only yours. Fuck me, Harry!"

Harry didn't reply verbally. He chose to do it the way she deserved. Pulling his cock out of her until only the head remained inside, he delivered another smack on her ass cheek and grabbed her ass roughly before slamming inside her with one powerful thrust.

"Fuck yes!" screamed Fleur breathlessly, gripping the mattress harshly as Harry continued to forcefully thrust inside her. He gave her no quarter, and he fucked her like his personal whore – exactly how he had described her mere moments ago.

For her part, Fleur took it all with enthusiasm, proving her words as well. Her back arched further and she began throwing her ass back against him, in tandem with every thrust he gave inside her. Harry stared at her ass as it rippled with every loud smack, and he thanked whichever deity existed that had blessed him with all of this. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined having Fleur Delacour bent over in front of him and letting him fuck her like this.

It didn't take much time for him to feel the familiar pulsing in his balls, and he intensified the force of his thrusts. Fleur howled out in pleasure, feeling him bury himself even deeper than before. Her tits bounced around wildly under her. Her face remained buried in the mattress. And her hands gripped the fabric in a powerful fist as she surrendered herself entirely to him.

"This time, you'll cum before me," declared Fleur as she slowly turned her head to the side. Harry smirked as he gave a powerful slam, and that took any credibility off her claim as her walls clenched around him, coaxing a howl from the blonde. Her orgasm crashed through her for the second time this morning, and it took all the willpower Harry had to not succumb to the pressure of her inner walls around his length. He managed. Barely. But he did.

Her pussy juices seeped through, droplets cascading down her legs in thin rivulets and finally, Harry let himself go. With a primal grunt, he gave one final push inside her and exploded, sending everything he could manage into her greedy hole.

"Ah yes!" cried out Fleur. "Fill me with your seed, Harry! Give me everything, oh fuck!"

She turned her face around to look at him, and he saw eyes were glazed over in pure bliss. Leaning forward, Harry grabbed her hair and harshly pulled, coaxing a cry from the blonde. His other arm wrapped around her front, cupping her breast firmly as he continued to thrust. His seed kept flowing into her as he kissed the side of her neck firmly, leaving another few marks across her tender ivory skin.

"Yes lover," whispered Fleur. "Mark me! Claim me! Make me yours!"

Harry did exactly that, shooting the final vestiges of his cum inside her wanton pussy. Panting, they dropped on the bed, still joined in the most sacred of ways as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Turning around, Fleur looked at his face before leaning forward and kissing him tenderly.

"I'm the luckiest bastard in this world," said Harry when she pulled back. Fleur giggled and turned around, sighing when he slid out of her. She positioned herself properly before burying herself in his chest.

Twin sighs of contentment filled the silence of her bedroom as they lay cuddled together.

-Break-

Later that day, Harry stood in the middle of the battle circle in the Room of Requirement, surrounded by seven training dummies on all sides, his wand held loosely in his hand as he stared at the suspended screen in front of him. A countdown was on.

The moment it flashed 'BEGIN!' in red, he flicked his wand, sending a blasting hex forward. One of the dummies exploded instantly, sending shrapnel flying through the air and diverting the spells fired by two more dummies off their respective trajectories. Four dark spells came toward him from his right, and he weaved through them like a snake, sending a few cutting curses straight at one of the dummies, cleaving through its throat.

Dumbledore had been very meticulous with his spell training. Advanced spells aside, his accuracy and casting speed had improved massively. In the old man's words, "Even the most powerful spells would be worth nothing if they don't hit."

Harry had taken everything Dumbledore had taught him to heart, poring over book after book beyond the Hogwarts curriculum to learn the most advanced versions of curses, hexes, and jinxes there were. The basic cutting curse everyone employed had been replaced with an advanced one that required a certain degree of finesse to cast. The result was a cutting curse that could pierce through a massive boulder compared to the other one which could only scratch the surface. Each curse he cast targeted the vital point of his opponent, as evident when a gouging hex tore another dummy's throat apart.

Dumbledore had been disapproving of his learning spells he considered dark, arguing that there were enough light spells he could add to his arsenal which would be more than enough to see him through any battle. Harry disagreed.

Magic was magic. There was no light or dark in his opinion. All that mattered was the purpose he was using it for. He had no intention of killing or torturing an innocent. As such, every spell was fair game for him.

Dumbledore had argued against it, saying that there were spells meant to prolong the suffering of others, or which required malice to cast, and using those spells was dark. While he agreed with that point as there was no need to cause endless suffering to someone, it didn't mean he would refrain from learning those spells either. The future was uncertain, and there was no telling what he might need to do to get an upper hand in the war. He would learn everything, but he would never use those spells unless absolutely necessary.

He had kept those thoughts to himself though, not wanting to give off the impression that he was pondering upon the scenario of a possible 'enhanced interrogation' in the future.

The old man never used any spell he deemed dark though, and Harry was slightly peeved to discover that it didn't limit the headmaster in any sense whenever they dueled. He would use all the spells he knew, and the old wizard would always find a way to overcome him. Once he did, the usual lecture would follow.

'Harry, I implore you once again to reconsider using dark magic. There is nothing you need that you cannot achieve without using those spells.'

He would always roll his eyes, and that would be it.

That didn't mean the headmaster was reluctant to teach him or would stop him from learning anything. The old man said that he could only guide him. He could never make his decisions for him. Whatever path he chose was his, and no one else had the right to interfere, least of all him. Harry was appreciative of that.

He had no intention of ever abusing his knowledge and power. He wanted to become strong to tackle the challenges he was bound to face, and that was all he was aspiring for.

He ducked and weaved through the curses shot toward him. These were martial dummies used by duelists, aurors, hit-wizards, and the like to practice. The level of difficulty increased depending on the user's choice, and Harry was currently fighting at the auror level. It was not enough, not even close, but considering he was fighting against seven, Harry was not too unhappy. He had progressed massively already, and he knew the only way in front of him was forward.

The dummies did not hold back, using all the spells an auror should know, which included the so-called dark spells as well, and he was being bombarded with bonebreakers, cutters, gouging hexes, and an occasional lightning curse as well. He took everything in stride. It was very risky, but nothing prepared one more than the thrill of a real battle, and this was as close to a real battle as he could simulate.

His goal was to level up before the second task, which meant transitioning from the auror level to the hit-wizard level. Beyond that was only one level remaining – Expert. He could only guess what it would entail.

Practicing his speed and accuracy for a while, Harry reset the dummies once again and decided to try out a few obscure spells he had mastered so far. He flicked his wand, and a massive tree grew out of the floor, tearing through three training dummies before they could jump or shield. Fascinated, he stared at the creation. He saw branches holding the arms and legs of the dummies while the torso covered a small portion of the trunk. Two of the dummies were annihilated, only their heads resting at the top of the tree. With another flick of his wand, the tree vanished, leaving the broken pieces of the dummy on the floor.

"Bloody hell," he muttered to himself. Reading the description of a spell and actually seeing it in action was very different.

He turned toward another dummy and thrust his wand forward. A shrill voice filled the air as compressed sound waves shot toward the dummy, glowing a brilliant orange as they encased it entirely. The moment the sound waves shot forward, Harry winced and quickly pressed his palms over his ears.

"No using that spell without earplugs or similar shit," he muttered to himself and looked over at the result of his handiwork. To no surprise of his, the dummy had cracked under the supersonic pressure, breaking down into hundreds of fragments.

The final one he wanted to see required him to remain at a fair distance, so he walked further away from the dummies and concentrated. It was supposed to be a wide-area spell and very challenging to cast, but he was no slouch. His eyes snapped open, glowing an intense shade of emerald as he thrust his wand high up in the air before vehemently swinging it down as if pulling something. The effect was instantaneous.

Lightning bolts of bright crimson, blue, and yellow rained down on the floor where the dummies were congregated, sending static through the air, and culminating in a loud explosion. Harry was very thankful that no sound escaped the room.

Smoke filled the room in the aftermath of the lightning shower and he flicked his wand, sending a wave of wind to blow the smoke away. His eyes widened at the sight.

The dummies were crushed into charred powder, a few fragments of metals dangling off the larger remains before they too dropped and disintegrated. The floor was blackened and cracked heavily, with chunks of concrete thrown in all directions. Overall, it felt like a proper lightning strike.

"That's draining," Harry panted. "But fully worth it."

-Break-

It was after dinner when Harry walked up the steps toward the seventh floor where Dumbledore's office was situated. Coming to a stop in front of the solitary gargoyle, he looked up and waited. It didn't take long for the moving staircase to appear, and Harry took a step forward.

"Come in," Dumbledore's voice called out when he knocked, and Harry entered the office, shutting the door behind him.

As usual, the headmaster was sitting on his ornate chair behind the desk and Harry walked over.

"Take a seat, Harry."

Nodding, Harry sat down and looked expectantly at the ancient wizard.

"You must be wondering why I called you to my office at this hour," began Dumbledore, earning a nod from the young wizard in front of him. "Before we begin, I would like to talk to you about your approach to the first task."

"Please tell me you're not going to tell me off for using that spell," said Harry, exasperated. "I'm honestly tired of all the ignorant masses speculating on how I'm a dark wizard for using blood magic."

Chuckling, Dumbledore shook his head.

"On the contrary, I wish to congratulate you on successfully casting that spell. As far as I am aware, you were ignorant of what you would be facing in the first task, unlike the two other champions. Yet, you successfully completed the task before anyone else while also saving another champions' life. Although you could have refrained from using that spell, it does not matter much."

Harry nodded. The wizarding world was full of sheep, and they would quickly move on when the next piece of juicy gossip was dangled in front of them. His use of blood magic would be forgotten in no time.

"However," said Dumbledore with a shrewd look in his twinkling orbs. "Something tells me your motivation behind using that spell was not borne out of necessity."

"You can say that I wanted to show off a bit," replied Harry with a chuckle, earning a sigh from the headmaster.

"Often you remind me that you are but a teenager led on by your youthful temperament," remarked Dumbledore with a sigh. "Not to worry though. I am positive that you will grow out of this phase as you mature."

Harry's response was to roll his eyes, earning a smile from the old man.

"What exactly is the matter you've called me here for, headmaster?" asked Harry.

"I like to believe I am a fairly interesting company, Harry," said Dumbledore amusedly. "Or do you have something, or rather someone more appealing to attend to? In that case we may adjourn this impromptu meeting to a later date."

Harry muttered something under his breath and stayed put, earning himself an amused look from the old wizard.

"I shall not judge your actions, Harry. I can only guide you," said Dumbledore softly. "Who or what you involve yourself with is your decision. However, I would always implore you to remain aware of the possible consequences your actions shall entail."

Nodding, Harry waited for Dumbledore to finally get on with what he had to say.

"I have called you today to discuss the matter of Sirius Black," said Dumbledore to Harry's surprise. He straightened and nodded toward the old wizard, a hopeful expression on his face.

Sirius Black was one of his father's best friends. He was also his godfather who had been framed for the betrayal of his parents and murder of Peter Pettigrew along with thirteen muggles, earning him a life sentence in Azkaban.

However, a little over a year ago, the man had escaped the island the prison was situated on and somehow reached Hogwarts. Fast forward to the end of the year and Harry had been subjected to a massive revelation.

The true culprit was Peter Pettigrew, a rat animagus who was still alive and had been hiding as the Weasleys' pet since that Halloween night. He was also a marked Death Eater, and Harry had personally been a witness to the confrontation between Sirius and Pettigrew during which the latter escaped by turning into his animagus form.

Before they could chase after him, they were attacked by Remus Lupin, another of his father's best friends and a werewolf who had been forced to transform under the full moon. Later, he had to save Sirius from a horde of dementors intent on sucking his soul out. Nasty business.

Harry had aided Sirius in fleeing before he could be captured again, and he had promised his godfather that he would do all he could to ensure that he was cleared of all charges. Sirius deserved to live out his remaining life as a free man.

Harry had told everything to the headmaster who had promised him that he would analyze the matter, and that had been the last they had spoken of it, at least until now.

"Has there been any progress, sir?" asked Harry hopefully. To his disappointment, Dumbledore shook his head with a small sigh.

"I apologize, Harry. But there has been nothing so far," replied Dumbledore. "I have tried to make Cornelius see reason, but he is dead set on his stance. The kiss on sight order remains in place, and he would not take it down. It does not help that we do not have any concrete evidence that Sirius is innocent."

Harry frowned. He knew pensieve memories and testimony under Veritaserum were not admissible as evidence, and the only way they could hope to prove Sirius' innocence was by presenting Pettigrew in front of the authorities. As it stood, there was no case.

He also knew why Fudge was not even bothering to entertain that thought. Worsening relations between Dumbledore and the minister aside, he had Lucius Malfoy lining up his pockets, and Sirius' freedom was the last thing the blonde ponce wanted.

"Isn't there any other way?"

Dumbledore sighed.

"There is one, but I fear I would not be able to help you in that endeavor," replied Dumbledore. "It is a path you must tread alone."

Harry nodded.

"The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is Amelia Bones. She is a driven woman and one of the few with ethics, and she has zero tolerance for anything she believes unfair," said Dumbledore.

"Shouldn't we approach her directly then?" asked Harry curiously.

Dumbledore chuckled.

"It is not easy to gain an audience with the woman, Harry," replied Dumbledore. "I believe the full context is necessary. Amelia Bones lost her entire family in the previous war, and that left her a very intolerant woman. Her brother Edgar and his wife Abigail were members of the Order, and they were martyred, leaving only their daughter Susan behind. Since then, Amelia closed off herself and the House of Bones, restricting all from ever contacting them. She stayed unmarried, forsaking any sort of companionship, and devoted herself to only two tasks – raising her niece and ensuring the Death Eaters were convicted. Even now she remains disgruntled at the sight of several Death Eaters who managed to stay out of Azkaban."

"It would not be easy to convince her of Sirius' innocence if she considers him a Death Eater then," intoned Harry, frowning.

"That is if you even manage to talk to her," replied Dumbledore. "She has cut off all private channels for contacting her. All personal mail is screened by Gringotts, and there is a high likelihood that you would fail to even reach her."

"That happened to you?" asked Harry.

"In a way," replied Dumbledore, sighing. "To tell you the truth, she has never seen eye-to-eye with me because she holds me partly responsible for the death of her brother and sister-in-law. To this day, the most we have interacted has been in the Wizengamot courtroom, and only because the proceedings required us to. We have never exchanged a private word."

"So that's what you meant when you said you cannot help with her."

Dumbledore nodded, taking his half-moon glasses off and placing them on the desk before rubbing his forehead tiredly.

"After trying for months and finally losing hope of convincing Cornelius, I sent her a missive, asking for a meeting regarding Sirius Black. However, a few hours ago, the letter returned unopened along with a curt response that as the Chief Warlock, I can contact her only if it is about a Wizengamot meeting, so I should adhere to it," replied Dumbledore.

"I see," muttered Harry. "So you cannot contact her because of such poor relations between the two of you, and there is no hope of contacting her for a private meeting because of mail screening. Seems approaching her is impossible…"

"There is a way," began Dumbledore. "Underhanded it might be, but it is one of the easiest ways to get into contact with the woman, perhaps even meet her face-to-face. And you are the key to this approach."

"I'll do anything to help," replied Harry firmly.

Sighing, Dumbledore told him what this task would entail, and Harry's eyes widened in shock. Once he was done, Harry sat there, staring at the table with pursed lips.

"This is indeed underhanded, professor," replied Harry firmly. "And I don't like doing things like this, not one bit."

"I fully understand, Harry," agreed Dumbledore with a nod. "This is not the right way to do things, but I fear this seems to be the only way I can see. The woman is unreachable by conventional means, so we have no choice but to get unconventional."

"But using feelings and emotions like that?" asked Harry furiously. "How will I be able to live with myself after doing something like that to her? Forget the anger and betrayal she would feel. I won't be able to look myself in the eye after doing something like that!"

"Then I am afraid there is nothing we can do without capturing Peter Pettigrew and delivering him to the auror office. Even then, proving that Sirius is innocent would not be easy. After all, there is still the matter of those thirteen muggles to consider. Pettigrew might be found alive, but that proves nothing."

"His Dark Mark surely proves that he is a Death Eater, and leads credence to the fact that he was involved somehow," replied Harry.

"That can only prove that Pettigrew was also a Death Eater," said Dumbledore calmly. "That does not prove Sirius is innocent."

Sighing, Harry sat back, defeated. There was indeed nothing they could do about it.

"Suppose I manage to somehow tell Amelia Bones my side of story. How can we prove Sirius' innocence solely from it? Memories don't count as evidence," replied Harry, earning a nod from the old wizard.

"Correct. But that would ensure Amelia Bones' support. We can start working on the next steps with her inputs thereafter. Having the director of the Department on our side would be a massive boost."

"You mean even if I do all of that, there is no guarantee that Sirius will be cleared of all charges," replied Harry, frowning.

"It is a step-by-step process, Harry. Patience is key."

Sighing, Harry nodded and stood up.

"I'll think about it, headmaster. Although the entire approach is disgusting, I will still think about it."

"That is the most I can ask of you, Harry," replied Dumbledore with a sad smile. "As I said, you are the only one who can make the decisions. All I can do is guide you."

Nodding stiffly, Harry turned around and walked out of the headmaster's office.

"You still have a lot to learn, Harry," whispered Dumbledore to an empty office. "After all, in politics, you never play fair."

-Break-

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