Wild Magic - Chapter 34

Harry knew he was dreaming. The signs were easy to spot considering he wasn't made of gingerbread and there was no reason for him to be in the Ministry of Magic. He knew this feeling too. It was the same one that came from Voldemort trying to get into his head, only the sensation was muted. Harry considered just ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of him.

He focused on the connection and listened. Shock registered from the other side. Harry latched onto that feeling and raced through the dreamscape to chase it down. A vague humanoid outline made of smoke hovered in the air. It tried to flee at his approach, but Harry was too fast. A door opened behind the specter. It stepped through and Harry followed closely behind. He found himself standing before Voldemort as the pale man sat on a throne. Red eyes full of alarm stared into his emerald. Harry took in the scene as quickly as he could. The Death Eaters gathered were kneeling with their faces down in deference. They lacked details, but the platinum blond of Lucius Malfoy was easy to spot. Harry scanned the wider room for a clue of the location. He caught a glimpse of a House Crest before he was ejected from the connection.

Harry jolted awake. Luna lay snuggled tightly against his side. She stroked his bare chest and mumbled something in her sleep at his movement. Harry smiled. He knew that House Crest. It was one that Draco proudly wore as a pin on his tie.

Voldemort was at Malfoy Manor.

Harry tried to move into a sitting position only to realize he was being held down. He looked at his other side to see Nym had wrapped his arm in a tight grip and wasn't going to let go. Harry grumbled but couldn't be all that mad.

"Dobby," Harry tried to keep his voice low.

Dobby popped in near the side of the bed. The poor elf only had one eye open, and it was drooping ever so slightly.

"Great Harry Potter calls?" Dobby mumbled out.

"I need you to deliver an urgent message to Dumbledore," Harry said. "It's about Voldemort."

Dobby snapped awake.

"Voldemort tried to send me a vision. I was able to follow the connection back and got a look at where they were," Harry explained. "He's at Malfoy Manor. Go tell Dumbledore, as fast as you can. If he doesn't wake up then tell Amelia Bones." He paused. "Do you know who that is?"

"Yes," Dobby nodded. "Little Miss Bonesy has Twipps as her elf. Dobby can tell her."

"Thanks," Harry said with a smile. "Wait, tell them both."

"Yes, sir, Great Harry Potter," Dobby nodded enthusiastically then disappeared with hardly a sound.

Harry waited for a few minutes to see if anyone had tried to contact him. Dumbledore had a bad habit of strolling in a room regardless of where it was or what was happening. The excitement wore off and it was hard to tell how long he waited for an interruption. Finally, he allowed himself to fall back to sleep.

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Harry woke up when he felt the bed move. Nym gave him a coy smile as she got to her feet. She hurried out of the room. He caught a glimpse of her as she fled. She only had on a long T-Shirt giving him a nice view of her legs and a quick flash of her bum.

The sound of voices in the main room caught his interest. He carefully extracted his arm from under Luna's head then slipped on a shirt of his own as he headed toward the sound. Nym stood behind the couch to hide her bare legs from the two visitors. Dumbledore and Amelia Bones stopped talking once they noticed Harry enter the room.

"Did you find them?" Harry asked.

"Unfortunately, no," Amelia answered. "They locked down the Manor wards. The place was empty before we could break through. We did catch a few when they tried to Apparate. Not nearly as many as I'd like. The Floo was supposed to be blocked, but the order was delayed somehow."

Her last few words were said through gritted teeth.

"Still," Amelia took a breath and let it out. "Thanks for the tip. Malfoy is claiming that they broke in and held him hostage. Fudge, of course, believes every word of it." A clever smile crossed her face. "In fact, he is making sure that the DMLE is putting their resources to tracking the scoundrels down and a protective detail. It just so happens that we need access to the Ward stone and Floo records. Not to mention a full patrol of the grounds. "

"Truly, well done, my boy," Dumbledore added. "Quick thinking as well. Dobby mentioned something about a dream?"

"Voldemort was trying to manipulate my dreams," Harry said with a nod. "He's done it in the past and I could recognize it. I chased him out of my head and found him in Malfoy Manor before he kicked me out. Trust me, Lucius wasn't a hostage."

"Dreams don't hold weight in a criminal investigation," Amelia said.

"What about visions?" Harry asked.

Amelia replied with a shake of her head.

"Damn," Harry muttered. "At least it was something."

"What do you mean he's done this before?" Dumbledore had gone pale at the information.

"He'd send me nightmares," Harry shrugged. "At first it was just a feeling a time or two, then they started to get more focused. He'd show me the graveyard or times he killed someone. This summer was the worst of it since he used my blood."

Amelia narrowed her eyes at him.

"I think it's well passed time we had a discussion about this," Amelia said shooting Dumbledore a glare.

She was waiting for the Headmaster to argue. Harry nodded. He stole a quick look at the nearby window to see the sun hadn't risen yet. The time appeared in the air before him in response to his thought to find it was only a few minutes after three in the morning.

"Do you want to do that now?" Harry asked as he dismissed the time.

The others stared at his casual use of non-verbal, wandless magic. Harry realized why they were looking at him so strangely a moment later. He raised his wrist to find the watch-face was red with only a few lingering stripes of yellow that were quickly shrinking.

"Excuse us," Nym blushed as she hurried toward Harry. "Duty calls."

"Auror Tonks," Amelia said, the hard tone in her voice stopping Nym in her tracks. "That won't be necessary. Mister Potter and I need to speak regarding private matters."

"But…" Nym motioned to Harry who still had the watch raised.

"Don't worry, Auror Tonks," Amelia winked at her. "I'll take care of it."

"Yes, ma'am," Nym pouted as she headed back to bed.

"Well," Dumbledore gave an exaggerated yawn. "This old man will take his leave. My bed is calling."

Dumbledore was fast for his age. The Headmaster was out of the room and closed the door behind in a blur of movement that left a trail of displaced are in its wake.

Amelia and Harry stood in the main room alone. She unclasped the front of her robe and draped it over the back of one of the chairs. He had half-expected her to be nude underneath, but that wasn't the case. Amelia wore a simple blue sundress that looked amazing on her, though it did make the knee-high dragonhide boots look a little out of place. She pulled something from her hair to let it fall down below her shoulders.

"I learned something interesting the other day," Amelia strutted over to him.

Her hips moved in a hypnotic rhythm.

"Oh?" Harry somehow managed to say.

"Our meeting in my office was unexpectedly fruitful," Amelia took his hand and rested it on her lower stomach. "And here I thought the Bones family wasn't going to have another member for years."

Harry gulped.

"Are you sure?" Harry whispered.

She nodded in answer. Luna had told him that Amelia was pregnant. Still, there was a difference from learning about it second-hand and hearing it from the woman in question. She trailed a finger along his chest and quickly stripped him of his shirt.

"No," Harry said catching her hands.

She scrunched her brow in confusion.

"This time," he flashed her a roguish smile. "You follow my lead."

Harry stepped forward to grab Amelia and led her into one of the unused bedrooms. He brought his face to her collar bone as he sucked and kissed her neck hard enough to leave marks. His hands ran up and down her curves trying to get a feel for what she liked. He noted every sound she made as he made sure to pay extra attention to her impressive tits to her tight ass.

He guided her onto the bed.

Amelia moaned, one of her hands moving up to squeeze her breasts as his fingers lowered to explore her sensitive pussy.  Harry inserted two fingers inside her pussy while his other hand found her clit and slowly rubbed around it, making her gasp. He curled his fingers in search of a spot she would love and was glad when her back arched from the wave of pleasure.

Harry slowly pulled his hand back, making Amelia moan at being deprived of the fullness between her legs before he thrust forward making her jerk in pleasure. Amelia let out a string of gibberish as her back arched pleasure.

Looking down he could see his cock laying on her smoldering pussy waiting for her to give him the go-ahead. She was absolutely soaked and completely ready for what was to come. Amelia fought the urge to giggle at the little look he gave her to be sure she wanted this. With a desperate nod she soon felt him push into her teasingly slow.

Harry nearly came feeling her scorchingly tight pussy wrap around every inch of his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last long so he gripped the sheets to use as leverage, then he pulled back and snapped his hips forward. Amelia let out a scream feeling his cock rubbing against her sensitive cervix.  Harry smiled and repeated the motion until they were both moaning.

The two then kissed as they both felt their orgasms approaching. Harry took pride that she came first, and she announced it with a scream sure to wake anyone in earshot as she felt his throbbing cock set every nerve-end alight with pure pleasure. Her tight pussy clamped down around Harry's cock, desperate for his cum. All he could do was gasp before his balls tightened and let loose his load. Even with having sex yesterday, the amount of cum was enough to overflow her pussy.

As she came down from her high, staring up at the ceiling, she slowly began to regain her bearings and realized that she was lying naked on his bed, his still-hard cock inside her. She didn't have enough brain power to wonder how he had so much stamina. Harry pulled out in a fluid movement, spun her around so that she was face down in his pillow with her ass in the air, and pushed back inside her. His cock slipped into her wet cunt with no resistance.

She screamed into the pillow at the sudden penetration. Her sensitive, cum filled pussy was already on its way to another orgasm, and he wanted to make sure she reached it. Harry thrusted hard as her hips rock back and forth to match him. He could feel his own release approaching and sped up his thrusts. He reached forward and grabbed her arms, using them like reigns to help pull her back onto his cock. Amelia buried her face his pillow, letting out a muffled scream that was still quite loud her body was rocked with another orgasm once.

Harry came right after her, his seed filling her. Amelia came again as she felt another load pump into her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head from the pleasure. Finally, Harry pulled out and enjoyed the view of her cum filled pussy.

He lowered himself to the bed beside her. His fingers trailed along the length of her back. Amelia moaned at his touch. He wasn't sure if he could go for another round, but he would be willing to try. Instead, her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep. Harry kissed her shoulder before joining her in slumber.

~§~

Harry woke up again, this time to the sound of flapping wings. It was closer to that of a Snitch rather than an owl. He tracked the noise until he found an origami hummingbird hovering nearby. It zipped over to him and dropped onto his lap. He stared at it for a moment, but it didn't move anymore.

He shrugged. The bird unfolded as he reached for it.

Harry,
Last night was unexpected. I do need to speak to you in an official capacity. Contact my assistant to arrange a time for our meeting. Don’t get your hopes up, Mister. There will be another person in the room to take notes.
Yours,
Amelia

Harry smiled at the note. Another person? Maybe he could convince her to have Nym do it. Then the three of them could spend some quality time together.

"Harry," Luna called from the other room. "No fair having sex with other women when I can't watch."

"I didn't know you would want to," Harry replied.

"I will accept your apology in the form of piggy-back rides," she said as she skipped into the room. "You're still naked."

Harry looked down at himself. "Yes, I am."

"Shower?" She asked hopefully.

"A quick one," Harry replied.

"Poo," Luna pouted.

"You can still help me wash," he offered.

Luna brightened at that. Today was going to be a good day.