Harry's Bucket List - Chapter 27

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.

Summary: After learning the truth about the prophecy, Harry comes to a single conclusion: He is most definitely going to die. Well, if he’s going out, then Merlin be damned, he’d go out living his life to the fullest. And what better way to do that than by charming the knickers off of every girl who caught his fancy? Hogwarts isn’t ready for a Boy-Who-Lived with a death wish.

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Chapter 27: Mending The Knots

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Consciousness came to Cammi like water slipping through her fingers. Never was she able to quite get a firm grip; the light of the world always faded away as fast as it came. She remembered little each time she woke. Flashes of pink hair here, a murmur of voices there. Occasionally, a woman would be standing over her, her ebony black hair and sharp cheekbones almost sending her into a panic the first time around. It was only the sound of Tonks’s voice and the soothing sensation of the metamorph’s hands through her hair that eventually made Cammi slump back and slip once more into a dreamless sleep.

When she finally did awake, it was with a hiss. She was sore. More so than after the time Vanessa had dragged her to that new CrossFit gym that had opened up not too far from their college dorms. Every muscle in her body practically screamed in protest despite having barely shifted. Even her eyelids hurt as she fought to pry them open. Her pained groan did not go unanswered, though. 

“Easy now. I got you.” 

The familiar warmth of her boyfriend’s arms wrapping around her as he guided her to a somewhat sitting position brought a whimper of relief to Cammi’s lips. Even in the dim light of the small bedroom she found herself in, her eyes still stung as they tried to adjust.

“-arry?” she croaked, her voice crackling through her dry throat.

Instead of answering, her boyfriend pressed the rim of a cold glass against her lips. Cammi drank eagerly, the cool water bringing an instant relief to her parched throat. She sighed happily as he pulled the glass away. Her eyes now adjusted, she craned her sore neck up to look into the familiar green of her boyfriend’s eyes.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” she smiled weakly, the minute motion taking more effort than expected.

Her discomfort was obvious enough, if the stony look of Harry’s face was anything to go by.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Cams…” he whispered, eyes heavy as he held her there.

Cammi frowned in confusion. “Sorry? Love, you’re not the one who broke into my apartment and started hurling spells.”

Harry scoffed. “I might as well have. Bellatrix came after you to get to me Cams’. She hurt you. Tortured you because of me. She would’ve killed you if not for Tonks.” 

“But she didn’t,” Cammi winced, as she fought to sit up. Harry immediately helped her adjust herself, a firm hand on her back guiding her up while he adjusted the pillows behind her. 

“Cams–”

“I know,” she whispered, meeting his gaze once more. “I know, love. I was scared, too. Fuck–I was powerless against her. It was…terrifying.” She took a shaky breath, swallowing down the pit in her throat as the memories of her ‘fight’, if one could call it that, against Bellatrix. “I–I knew there was a pretty good chance I wasn’t going to make it…but not once did I blame you, and I still don’t.”

Harry digested her words slowly, closing his eyes as he exhaled and pressing his forehead against hers. Cammi leaned into him as well, allowing his arms to envelop her as she sank into his embrace. They didn’t speak for some time–Harry’s thoughts were too heavy and too many while Cammi was just too bloody exhausted to do anything but melt into his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked after what felt like an eternity.

“Honestly?” Cammi murmured against his chest. “Fuck no, but I will be with you here.”

Harry’s hold on her tightened. Not overtly so, still wary of her injuries, but enough that Cammi couldn’t help but sink further into his comforting embrace.

“Never again,” he whispered, placing a kiss against the crown of her head. “I’m never leaving your side ever again.”

“Hmm,” she sighed drowsily. “That sounds nice.” The warmth of his embrace, paired with the soft thumping of his heartbeat, was slowly lulling her exhausted mind back to sleep.

“Tired?”

“Jus’ a little,” she murmured.

A soft chuckle bubbled up from her boyfriend’s throat. “Sleep love, I’ll be here when you wake. I promise.”

Cammi smiled, and snuggled into Harry’s chest, her eyes closing as darkness crept into the corners of her consciousness.

“Good…love you…”

She’d already slipped into the realm of Morpheus when his reply came, broken and full of remorse as he held her close.

“I love you too.”

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Harry didn’t look up as the door opened. He was still too focused on staring down at Cammi’s sleeping face, trying to commit every detail to memory.

“She woke?”

Harry nodded. “Just a bit ago. She fell back asleep after a few minutes.”

Andromeda hummed in understanding as she went about her routine, waving her wand over Cammi’s form while reading out the results her wand found.

“She’s still recovering. Her body likely needs all the sleep it can get. It’s our job to make sure she allows herself the time to heal,” the older witch spoke. “From what Nymphadora has told me, that will be a challenge. She says Miss Edwards is quite the headstrong one.”

Harry huffed, the laughter hollow and humourless. Headstrong was putting it lightly. No one told Cammi what to do. She was a force of her own, unrelenting and wild–able to tear away any and all preconceived notions you have about the world and show it to you in a new light. That’s what she had done for Harry. She had changed his world–from one of pain and grief. From one of simply living from one day to the next to actually living. She’d given him hope…

And look how he repaid her.

Closing his eyes, he leaned down, taking a moment to breathe in her scent and place a lingering kiss against her cheek. Andromeda didn’t pay him any mind as he stood from the bed, gently adjusting Cammi so she’d be snuggling into a pillow instead. He said nothing until he was almost out the door, pausing long enough to look back one last time at the woman who stole his heart.

“She’s right you know,” Andromeda spoke, surprising him. “About what she said. This wasn't your fault, Harry. Don’t allow the Dark Lord to make his sins your own.”

Harry gazed remorsefully at Cammi for a heartbeat longer before finally looking up to face the older witch. “Who says they aren’t?”

He didn't give the older witch the chance to reply as he turned and left, disapparating the moment he was across the threshold of Tonks’s wards.

He had questions that needed answering, and he knew just the witch who could help with that.

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The darkness of her cell was nothing new to Bellatrix. For nearly twenty years, she’d been subjected to the deepest, darkest pit of Azkaban. A place so cold and miserable that any candle lit would soon find itself snuffed out by the overwhelming despair that hung in the air and clung to the grimy stone walls. This new cell was tame by comparison.

Oh, how wonderful it had been. She truly did miss it sometimes. The wails of the damned used to lull her to sleep, their terrified cries amidst whatever visions the dementors were subjecting them to, a common occurrence in the accursed prison. Perhaps she should visit? After she escapes from this thrice damned cell, of course.

Idly she stretched her back, the chains around her wrists and ankles allowing only so much movement, but it brought relief none the same. The large bruise along her back still ached annoyingly. Ugh, curse her insipid whore of a niece. If only Grandfather had allowed her to string up the dirty mudblood who had enthralled her sister by his entrails like she wanted to all those years ago, then something like this would have never happened! Yet while the bruise ached, it was the lingering pain of that grimy little Muggle's stinging wand that bothered Bella the most now.

She snarled to herself at the thought of Potter’s whore. Fury like none other clamped down around her shrivelled heart. How dare a filthy muggle dare to harm her?! It was humiliating! When Bellatrix got her hands on that tattooed bi—

Any further thoughts of vengeful murder were cut off as the thick iron door to her cell swung open, the runes around its threshold flashing once to admit her visitor before brightening to their full strength once more. Bellatrix’s snarl morphed into a wolfish grin as her visitor approached. Though he wore a darkened hood, the fury of which his emerald green eyes burned gave away his identity almost immediately.

“Ickle Potter here to see me? Ooo I’m truly honoured. Tell me, how’s your pet whore doing hmm? I hope I didn't break her too much,” she tittered, voice taking on a childish taunting tone.

 Potter said nothing, glowering down at her silently whilst her grin only widened.

“Then again, what I did was perhaps a mercy to what the Dark Lord had planned for her. He was oh-so looking forward to shredding her mind to pieces before throwing her to Fenrir’s pack. They like to have fun with their female prey first before devouring them. It’s quite the sight.”

Again Potter said nothing. A spike of anger that threatened to tear her taunting smile from her lips bubbled up inside Bellatrix as Potter continued to remain unflinching in the way of her taunts. Where was the dimwitted golden boy who was so easily goaded in the Department of Mysteries?

“Nothing to say about that then? Pity, the Dark Lord was eager to send you visions of her final moments through your dreams. I wished to go the more direct route of course–send you her severed head in a box and all that–but he wanted to be able to feel your agony as you witnessed her helpless screams as she was defiled before being torn apart.”

Silence. This time, Bellatrix’s tauting grin did slip, replaced by an indignant snarl as her control slipped.

“Well?! Still have nothing to say Potter?! How about this? I promise you, whether it be by my hands or the Dark lord’s, you little pet will die screaming! Her flesh will be ripped away piece by piece! Her blood will be boiled inside her veins, and bones crushed one by one until her mind cracks from the pain! And it will only be when you beg for her death that her pathetic life will finally be ended! Only when you plead for us to kill her will we finally grant her that mercy and put her down like the dog she is—so that every single bit of the pain from the first cut to the very last as we slit her throat will be your fault.”

Bellatrix felt it first. The speed of which he moved was too fast for her to track. All she knew was one moment she was kneeling before him, chained to the dirty floor, and the next she was sailing through the air, colliding with the wall behind her as the breath was knocked from her lungs and her ribs cracked.

The black-haired witch struggled to claw her way back up, her lungs refusing to pull air back in as they spasmed from the pain. When they finally did, it was with wracking coughs that filled her mouth with blood and made her diaphragm contract painfully from her shattered ribs. Still, Bellatrix did not scream. 

She did not flinch. 

With a menacing smile that dripped with blood, the deranged woman looked up, purple eyes dancing with glee as she faced the enraged half-blood once more.

“Finally!” she cackled, her ribs wailing with agony inside as her laughter devolved into more painful coughs. “I’d feared you’d gone soft, Potter, but no. It’s good to see that one of Dumbledore’s pets has some ruthlessness to them! I–”

“Enough!” Potter snarled, cutting her off as he jabbed his wand forward. Bellatrix felt as her entire body went stiff as she once more shoved against the wall by an unseen force. Her vision swam from the pain in her ribs. Or perhaps from the impact of her skull against the hard stone wall? Either way, she was forced to blink away the dark spots in her vision while her mind turned sluggish and murky. However, she was still lucid enough to feel the burning hot wand tip as it was jabbed into her throat while two burning green eyes glared into her soul with murderous rage.

“You’re going to tell me everything. How you found Cammi, why Voldemort wanted her–everything. Or I promise, whatever you had planned for her will be a mercy compared to what I’ll do to you,” Potter growled, pressing the tip of his was harder against her throat until Bellatrix could no longer suck down a whisper of air.

For the first time in nearly thirty years, Bellatrix felt a shiver of fear.

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Tonks looked up as the door to Bellatrix’s cell swung open. Harry stepped through, looking no worse for wear when he entered, but the fire of rage in his eyes was certainly more intense.

“What did she say?” she asked, stepping forward to rearm the wards around the crazed witch’s cell.

Harry shoulder past her with a scoff. “Enough. I know how they found out about Cammi.”

Tonks frowned and chanced a look inside. She expected blood and broken bones, perhaps even a severed limb or two. Hell, she even had Hestia on standby in case they needed to…dispose of her dearest aunt should Harry take things a bit too far, but instead what she found was the black haired witch slumped in a corner with her purple eyes open wide and unseeing. If it wasn't for the groaning wheeze of her breathing, then Tonks would’ve assumed she was dead.

“What–uh–What did you do to her?” she asked, closing the cell with a wary glance toward Harry.

His back to her, Harry said nothing, his silent frame giving nothing away before he finally turned and jerked his head towards the exit. 

“Let’s go. I doubt your confundus charm on the guard outside will last much longer.”

Tonks pursed her lips, but said nothing, risking only one last glance back toward the quiet cell before she followed.

The journey out of the DMLE holding area was quiet. Moreso out of necessity than tense awkwardness. In the dead of night, there were few guards on patrol, not that it was much better in the daytime. They were stretched thin as it is. But there were still enough that they were forced to move slowly and quietly through the halls on their way to the nearest apparition point. It was only when the walls of the ministry swirled around them, replaced by the familiar streets of her neighbourhood, that the metamorph finally spoke.

“So who’s the cunt who sold our girl out?”

Harry paused, his steps halting as he turned back to glance at Tonks.

“My fiance.”

Tonks blinked. Then again, before finally her mind snapped into place and she sputtered. “Wh-What?! Daphne?!” She rushed to catch up with Harry, falling into step with him quickly. “I thought–But she helped us with her dad!”

Harry scoffed as they finally approached her flat. The wards greeted them instantly, unlatching the door as they entered.

“Did she? Last I checked Cyrus still got what he wanted out of that fucking deal. Me at his mercy,” he spat.

“What’s happening?” Hermione appeared from down the hall, dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, like them from the past few worry-filled days.

“Apparently, Greengrass is the one who sold Cams out to the Dark Lord,” Tonks explained quickly. The metamorph ignored Hermione’s sharp intake of breath in favour of turning back to Harry questioningly. “But what I don’t get is why? Bellatrix was sure it was Daphne?”

Harry nodded and slumped down onto the couch in Tonks’s sitting room. “I saw it myself. I…tore the memories from her mind.”

The fuck?

Tonks shook her head, confusion marring her features. “Sorry–When you say tore it from her mind…”

Harry shrugged. “She kept going on and on about that’s what Voldemort was going to do to Cammi so I gave her a taste of her own medicine, I guess.”

“But Harry, “ Hermione began. “Only a master legilimens can achieve something like that. Your skill in the mind arts isn’t the best.”

At that. Harry grimaced, his eyes cast downwards. “I know, but Voldemort has more than enough skill to share.”

Tonks’s eyes widened. “You didn’t–”

“I was just so…angry,” he sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. “I knew torture wouldn’t work on someone like Bellatrix, and she’d never tell me what I needed to know willingly, so I was left without a choice. It doesn’t matter anyway, we got what we needed from her.”

Tonks’s shook her head, sighing in frustration. “It very much matters Wonder Boy…but, for now, we’ll drop it. We need to figure out what to do with Greengrass first, but no more using weird evil wizard powers. We have no clue what that could lead to.”

Harry nodded in understanding, yet frowned with a pinched expression. “There’s something else. When I was in Bellatrix’s mind, I saw…well, I’m not quite sure what it was. It was a fucking mess in there. But I think it was a memory. A memory of Voldemort. In it, he was giving her something. It looked like a cup? A goblet, maybe? Whatever it was, it seemed important. From what I saw, Bellatrix kept it safe throughout the years by locking it up in her personal vault.”

“Okay…so you think we should, what? Steal it?” Tonks asked.

“Maybe? From the way Voldemort spoke in the memory, it seemed pretty important to him.” Harry shrugged.

Hermione frowned. “It could be useful, but breaking into Gringotts to steal something is…well it's suicide.”

“Who said you would have to break in?” a voice sounded from behind.

They all turned to see as Tonks’s mother stepped into her room, her healer bag slung over one shoulder while she studied them all with a raised brow. 

“You said she put it in her personal vault, yes?” her mother questioned. At Harry’s nod, the older witch hummed. “Then that makes things easier. My sisters and I each have a personal vault that was opened by our grandfather on the days of our birth. They were to remain ours throughout the entirety of our lives, not to be shared with anyone, even our husbands, nor their houses. Only the Lord Black could access it aside from us, usually so that Grandfather could give us our allowance, but I think such a loophole will work in our favour.”

“How?” Harry asked. “Arcturus Black is dead, and even if he wasn’t, everything I’ve heard about him doesn't paint the man in a good light…no offence.”

Andromeda laughed. “None taken. Grandfather was a sour old man indeed, but he was not the only Lord Black. Sirius, despite his mother’s best efforts, was still heir, and when my Grandfather passed shortly after the first war ended, the title of Lord Black passed to him. A title, Harry, that now belongs to you.”

Harry’s eyes widened in realisation. He knew Sirius had left pretty much everything to him in his will, but apparently, the old mutt hadn’t been very forthcoming with just what that meant.

“But I thought Lordships could only pass to blood relatives?” Hermione questioned. “Even if Sirius did leave the title to Harry in his will, Harry is only his godson.”

“And second cousin,” Andromeda clarified. “Dorea Potter, James’ mother, was once Dorea Black, my grandfather’s sister. Which means in the eyes of Wizarding Law, he is now Lord of Houses Potter and Black.”

Tonks felt her gaze drift towards Harry at this revelation, along with her mother’s and Hermione’s as well. Harry, for his part, stared back before sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Well…fuck.”

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Cammi sucked in a breath, a cry of panic dying on her lips as the terror in her heart was set aside by the burning pain in her muscles. 

“Hey! It's okay. I’m here,” Harry whispered, his hands rubbing soothing circles in her back.

It was just a nightmare, she thought, blinking away the flashes of light and echoing laughter that had haunted her vision just moments ago.

Slowly, the panic eased, and the raven-haired girl groaned in discomfort as her joints cried in protest at being moved so abruptly.

“I–Fuck! I was back in my apartment,” she explained, bringing her knees up to her chest despite the ache. “I–I couldn’t get out.”

Tears stung the corners of her eyes. Cammi pushed her face into her knees, letting the tears fall silently as she fought to keep her breathing under control.

“You’re here now,” Harry murmured, his arms bringing a comforting warmth around her in the cool night air. “You’re here and I’m with you now. No one will ever hurt you again.”

Cammi said nothing, melting into his embrace with a tired sigh. They layed there like that for quite some time, enough that she could feel her eyes becoming heavy once more, but the jarring way in which she woke wouldn’t allow sleep to come to her just yet. The cruciatus was a bitch in that way. It left every muscle in your body sore and overly sensitive for weeks afterwards. Cammi let out a tired groan as she sat up.

“Would you mind rubbing some more of that oil Andy left on my back?”

In the dark, she could just make out Harry’s smile as he nodded. “Of course.”

As he got up to retrieve the said oil, a gift from Andromeda after her first time waking in pain, Cammi made herself comfortable, shifting to lie on her stomach just as her boyfriend returned. Thankfully, as her skin was also hypersensitive at the moment, she didn't have to worry about removing her clothes. Even the silken knickers Tonks had offered her scratched irritably at her skin, though she had still made the metamorph wear them for her as soon as the older Tonks woman had left. She might be bedridden, but Andromeda had never said anything about no sex.

Speaking of…

Cammi whimpered in delight as Harry began to lightly spread the oil over her back. It tingled where it touched her skin, bringing an almost instant relief to her sore muscles. Her noises of approval prompted Harry to press down just a bit harder into the tender flesh, working the oil in slowly and methodically. The first press to dig deep into her firm shoulders earned him a muffled moan as Cammi buried her head into the mattress. He chuckled but kept going.

He was thorough. Very thorough. Working his way down her back, giving every inch equal attention. For Cammi, it was complete bliss. She moaned with every touch, uncaring of how loud she was being despite the more…erotic…sound the noises took on. Not only was Harry’s massage soothing her sore muscles, but it was also super relaxing. So she was a girl who enjoyed being pampered a bit, so what? It felt amazing. 

As Harry made his way down to her bum, Cammi couldn't help but giggle mischievously and push her arse upwards towards her boyfriend's face. Harry chuckled and gently pushed her back down, ignoring the way she wiggled her hips back and forth.

“Teasing minx,” he muttered.

Turning her head she shot him a flirty wink over her shoulder. “Who says I’m teasing?”

Her tone was playful, but in truth, she was only half kidding. It’d been four days so far since her attack, and while that wasn’t a lot of time to heal, it was too many days sleeping in the same bed with her boyfriend without feeling him inside her. Sure, he’d pushed his tongue between her folds just the night before and brought her to a truly blissful orgasm, but it wasn't the same as feeling him inside her–experiencing the pleasure of his cock stretching her cunt until she was quaking in climax around him. She needed him, and tonight she was determined.

Casting another glace back at her boyfriend, Cammi whimpered and slowly spread her legs. 

“Please, love…I need you,” she gasped softly.

“Cams–”

Cammi didn’t allow him another word, turning over quickly and wrapping her legs around his waist. Harry groaned as his boxer-clad cock ground against her quim, a sensation Cammi agreed felt fucking fantastic, yet some feeble dry humping wasn't what she wanted.

“Please I’ve been so good.” she whimpered, one hand reaching down to palm his hardened cock while the other guided his hand down onto her left breast. “I deserve a reward. I deserve to feel your fat cock inside me, stretching my pussy open” Cammi moaned softly as Harry began to knead her tit. The stimulation of his palm against her pierced nipple, newly enchanted thanks to Tonks’s mom (really, she was gonna snog that woman as soon as she was fully recovered), sent shocks of pleasure through her bosom. 

Like a puppet being controlled by a sexy puppet master, or mistress in this case, Harry practically fell forward between her legs. Cammi didn't wait any longer. She couldn’t wait. Fishing his cock free, she nearly wept with joy the second his stiffened cock head pushed passed her soaking entrance. Tightly, she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck, shuddering in pure delight as he pushed deeper inside her.

Even with the oil, her body was still too sensitive for their normal rough thrusting and wild fucking. That didn’t matter to Cammi, though. Just feeling him inside her, the rhythmic thrusts of his cock pumping in and out of her was enough to have her shuddering in climax within moments. Her pleading words were countless, hitching with breath and lewd moans as he stretched her inner walls apart again, and again, and again, and again…

Her second climax came and went. By her third, Cammi had all but gone silent, her moans nothing but small whimpers now, even as she kept a firm grip around Harry’s waist with her legs.

“Fuck–Cams–” Harry groaned, and Cammi moaned back in response.

Yessss, she thought as her boyfriend stilled over her, warmth flooding her eager womb with every pulse of his cock. Yes, this is what she wanted. This is what she needed. 

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Author’s Note

Not the longest smut scene but this chapter definitely was going to be more plot-heavy from the get-go. Hope you all found the little twist interesting enough!

Thanks for reading!