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  Hestia Jones is brought partially into the fold~

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  Hestia listens with very flicted emotions as Amelia Bones outlihe not-so-emi catastrophe fag their world. On the one hand, she ’t help but feel a sort of mounting horror as the new Minister of Magic details the very end of magic itself. Oher hand, they apparently do still have time, somewhere in the ballpark of five to ten years before shit really hits the fan.

  Ohird, more directly applicable hand, Amelia is STILL being fucked by Harry the entire damn time that she’s expining all of this to Hestia. Even as Amelia is listing out statistics that prove the dee of magic thanks to the rapidly growing prevalenuggle teology is very real, she’s boung on Harry’s cock. Even as she describes what’s happened in Japan thanks to muggle onry back during the era of Grindelwald, she’s valiantly taining her moans, her face flushed and her panting audible.

  Needless to say, Hestia is squirming in her seat oher side of the Minister’s Desk and she’s pretty sure she’s left a wet spot on the cushion by this point. Obviously, soaking through her panties while hearing about the potential end of the damn world as they know it leaves Hestia feeling quite fused.

  When Amelia is finally done expining things, Hestia ’t help but want to tackle that issue first, even if maybe there are more important matters at hand.

  “Why… why are you telling me everything like… this? And why make me Head Auror? Kingsley would have beeer under pressure.”

  Surprisingly, it’s not Amelia who responds to that… but Harry.

  “Kingsley Shacklebolt is a petent operator to be sure, but he has… split loyalties, Hestia.”

  Hestia had known the young wizard rodigious. She’d known he was beyond capable for his age. Frankly, she’d never known what to think of everyone saying he’d defeated the Dark Lord at one year old, but now she was beginning to believe it might have been possible, somehow. For him to be so good with magiow, perhaps he’d had exceptionally early and exceptionally strong actal magic as an infant.

  Still…

  “Split… loyalties?”

  Ping Amelia’s nipples iween his fingers, causing the half-naked, increasingly disheveled Mio moan in response, Harry nods.

  “He’s Albus Dumbledore’s man, first and foremost. That might make him difficult to work with, iure.”

  Wha- Albus Dumbledore’s maia blinks owlishly. She kind of see it, actually. The problem is, why is that a bad thing? Dumbledore was a great man and a greater wizard… wasn’t he?

  As if reading her mind, Harry sighs and suddenly pulls Amelia off of his cock so that he has an unobstructed view of her. The Minister of Magic… immediately slips off of his p and down onto the floor, with the telltale sounds of oral sex emitting from beh the desk a moment ter.

  Hestia’s eyes widen as she looks down at the desktop, as though she’ll somehow suddenly develop the ability to see through it and withe powerful witderh it currently giving Harry Potter head. Just like she witonks doing so all that time ago in the safehouse kit.

  Needless to say though, there retty huge differeween watg a Junior Aurage in such sexual tomfoolery and knowing that the Minister of Magic was doing so.

  Harry, of course, acts like nothing is happening as he catches Hestia’s gaze with his own and holds it fast, staring her down intensely.

  “Albus Dumbledore is not a bad maia. But he is old. And currently, he’s focused on all of the wrong things.”

  Hestia swallows, feeling like she’s currently caught between two titans of magie old, as Harry had said… and one new. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, after all. If anyone had the right to challenge Dumbledore for his ‘throne’, it would be Pht?

  “What… what wrong things?”

  Sighing again, Harry shrugs.

  “Voldemort, primarily.”

  Blinking, Hestia pauses and then pales at the implications of that statement. But Harry waves her off before she respond.

  “Yes, Voldemort is not truly dead. I vanquished him that Halloween Night, but I didn’t fully kill him. You may have heard rumor of a few is over the past few years like the Sorcerer’s Stone being housed at Hogwarts, or the Petrification Epidemid of course, the Death Eater attack this year after the Quidditch World Cup."

  Hestia fli that st one. Fuck, talk about a painful few days for the Auror Department. Not only was the attack over too swiftly for them to get out there in ford do anything about it, but also they couldn’t do shit iermath either. Oh sure, they had suspects for who could be behind the attack, but they werely allowed to run down those leads because elius fug Fudge was stonewalling them to protect his donors and masters… some of whom very well might have been uhose masks that night.

  Needless to say, the events that took pce after the Quidditch World Cup had led to more than a few ceaseless nights for Hestia Jones. She could only imagi was even worse for those at the top like Rufus and Amelia. But from what Harry was saying…

  “Those are all signs of Voldemort trying to e ba some way or other. He’s getting stronger and his followers feel it, which is leading to them starting to act out in order to prove their loyalty to their master. Obviously, Dumbledore has caught on to that fact as well and has his focus to prevent the Dark Lord’s return.”

  Well wasn’t that a good thing? Except… no, Hestia realizes. Whehinks about everything Amelia just told her, suddenly Voldemort feels like… a side issue. Sure, the Dark Lord was evil and wao quer the magical world, but he was a bit less of a priority when the very end of said world was oable instead.

  Harry nods as though reading her mind again, smiling thinly as he shrugs his shoulders.

  “Voldemort is a distra, Hestia. But Albus Dumbledore, for all his wisdom and all his power, is a little too set in his ways that fact. And that’s not a bad thiher. He’s an old man with only a few years left. But for that same reason, he’s not the right man for the crisis ahead. I chose you to be Head Auror instead of Kingsley because I knew I could t on you to be loyal to Amelia and me above all else.”

  When Harry put it that way while beied behind the Minister’s desk while the Minister of Magic was literally on her knees with her lips ed around his cock… well, it felt more like he was in charge of everything instead, didn’t it? But was that necessarily a bad thing? Hestia ches her thighs together and bites her lower lip, trying hard not to let her arousal overwhelm the rational side of her mind.

  “It’s alright to have doubts, Hestia. Let’s make a bet, shall we?”

  Huh? Hestia blinks as Harry smirks at her… all while one of his hands is resting uhe desk, clearly atop Amelia’s bobbing head. Blushing hard, Hestia shudders.

  “What… what kind of bet?”

  Harry hums as if thinking about it for a moment, but she knows better. He’s already got it all figured out… and he knows he basically has her right where he wants her. Truthfully, he’s had her right where he wanted her sihat first time she witonks getting her face fucked and didn’t step in. Aia spying on him and Tonks every day for the rest of that week hadn’t done her any favors in that regard either.

  “I guarahat I’ll have Voldemort dealt with by the end of the Triwizard Tour. Decisively. If I show you proof of that over the Summer, then you’ll swear yourself to me pletely and utterly. Until theher of us speak about what we know of the other to anyone.”

  As far as ultimatums go, it’s a rather gentle one, admittedly. He’s n to force the issue today, n to make her decide one way or anht here and now. And it’s not like Hestia would have told anyone what he and Amelia had told her anyways, even without the threat of her voyeuristic perverse tendencies being unveiled hanging over her head.

  In the end, the new Head Auror swallows thickly and nods, prompting a smile from Harry… followed by a grunt. Theia’s eyes widen slightly as she hears the telltale sound of AMELIA swallowing thickly down below the desk, the Minister of Magic gulping down Harry’s seed as he ejacutes ihroat over and ain.

  It’s in that moment that Hestia Joips over the edge, catg herself by surprise as she asms on the spot. To be fair, it wasn’t the first time she’d cum from voyeurism, but it WAS the first time she’d climaxed without ever even toug herself for the added stimution. It's not a huge asm or anything like that and she's able to keep her body’s movements to a minimum… but seeing the knowing grin on Harry’s face, Hestia is well aware that it doesn’t matter. He still knows what just happened.

  She blushes hard, part of her almost wishing he had forced the issue so they could do something more together right then and there. Waiting until Summer to see if he could back up his cims about Voldemort was going to be absolute torture, Hestia could already tell…

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  “Are you ready for this, Harry?”

  Hermione’s ed voice brings a smile to his face, even as he turns to the worried brue bookworm and pulls her into a somewhat raunchy hug along with a deep, tongue-filled kiss. The hug portion was raunchy because his hands went to her ass as he held her close, even as their tongues wrestled and they sed spit for a moment.

  When he finally pulls back, Hermione is flustered and panting heavily, her eyes filled with lust as she bites her lower lip.

  “I’m ready, ‘Mione. You don’t o worry about me.”

  He would always kick himself for what could have been iher timeline. But at least in this timeline, he hadn’t made Hermiole for anythihan what she actually wanted. Now here they were, mere minutes away from the start of the Triwizard Tour’s Third Task. For everyone else, it was a big deal.

  For Harry? It was simply pest trol. He would wiriwizard Tour (again) but not because he cared about it… rather, because it would give him the best opportunity to handle Voldemort ond for all, just as he’d promised Hestia Jones a month ago now. And not just Voldemort either… no, if everythi acc to pn tonight, Harry was about to deal with the vast majority of his enemies in Wizarding Britain in one fell swoop. From there… the world became his oyster.

  “I… I know I don’t, but I worry anyways, I suppose. If only you didn’t have to take part in this stupid tour. There are so many more important things to worry about.”

  Harry hums at that, ining his head in aowledgment. Hermione didn’t know everythi. He wasn’t sure when he would tell her all of the sordid details. But she knew about as much as say, Hestia did. She khat magic was on the dee and that if something wasn’t done soon, it might die off entirely.

  Hermione had been w on solutions ever since he’d told her all those months ago. She was a bright witch… brilliant even. Harry was fident that given enough time, she would e up with something amazing. After all, she’d had far less time in the inal timeline, and she’d still been on the brink of something spectacur before the death of magic had cimed her and everyone else Harry cared about.

  That didn’t mean he utting all of his eggs in one basket, however. Hermione was just one aspect of his pn. Oendril of the hydra, so to speak. Amelia being installed as Minister was another. Hestia as Head Auror was a sub-tendril of that. Rita as a writer at the Daily Prophet was a third eendril. Apolline’s acquisition, while ued, had supplied him with the beginning of fn soft power. Narcissa, meanwhile, had the business side of things handled after Lucius’ squibification.

  And at the ter of it all… Harry himself, colleg power until finally he would have enough to do anything that o be done.

  In regard to all that, tonight was barely a stepping stone ih. A blip on the radar. Harry wasn’t worried about Voldemort or Wormtail. No, if anything… he was looking forward to this.

  “There are, Hermione. And after tonight, we’ll be moving full steam ahead on those things. I o go now, but I’m sure you’ll be watg. Just remember, no matter what happens… I kly what I’m doing.”

  Hermioantly nods but lets him go all the same. Harry begins making his way to where the Champions are meeting up, only to find himself accosted by a certain someone he’d very nearly fotten about.

  “Ready, Potter?”

  Harry slows to a stop and regards the fake Mad-Eye Moody quietly for a long sed. Of course. Harry still remembered Barty’s interferen the Third Task to ensure he made it to the ter. He hadly let the disguised Death Eater ingratiate himself with him this time around. Nor had he accepted any help from Barty either. But then, he’d also proved time and time again that he didn’t .

  However, Harry knew Barty wouldn’t be taking any ces this time. Fortunately… the man’s usefulness was at an end.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be, Crouch.”

  The polyjuiced Death Eater goes for his wand, but Harry just reaches out with his magid sms him into the wall, knog the wand from his grasp in the process. Then, he sms him into the ground food measure before knog him out with the stro stunning spell he muster.

  “Thanks for the ‘help’ Barty, but Fleur is too important to me for me to risk you doing anything too damaging to her this time around I’m afraid.”

  Stig the disabled Death Eater in a broom closet and disillusioning him for ter, Harry tinues on his way with a bit of a pep in his step. Time to finish this.

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