Lightning Strikes Twice (Harry Potter)(Time Travel)

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Amelia makes her choice~

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Amelia Bones knew that, in many ways, she was a contradiction of a woman. On the one hand, she was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, a position she’d held for over a decade at this point and proudly executed to the best of her abilities. Not to be too boastful, but she considered herself to be a fairly good leader. Certainly, she always did the best she could.

However, on the other hand she was a submissive bottom in bed. She could muster up a steely gaze and a stern tone for any one of her subordinates in the Department, but behind closed doors, when she was getting intimate with someone, such things escaped her. She liked to give up control. She loved to be ordered around, thoroughly dominated, and left an utter mess because she ultimately had no choice but to obey.

One might argue that the two things were completely separate, but Amelia knew that argument would be disingenuous. They were both aspects of her true self after all. At the end of the day, they were two sides of the same coin, and impossible to ever fully split apart from one another. To do so would be to split Amelia herself in two.

And yet… normally she was able to keep them divided at least. To put up a barrier between Bedroom Amelia and Madam Bones. It ‘helped’ that she’d lost the people who knew her best during Voldemort’s first Rise, resulting in long, lonely years where the side of her that preferred to submit in the bedroom went neglected and the side of her that was good at leading her department had gotten more than its fill.

Not anymore though. A new man had come into her life. A new dom, a new master. He’d broken through Amelia’s barriers. He’d upturned her lifestyle completely. It wasn’t fair to say she’d allowed him into her office or anything like that, because nothing she could do had kept him out. But it was fair to say she’d let him get intimate with her, turning what had previously been a platonic relationship into something far more sexual.

He’d assisted her with her work, helping her to put Death Eaters behind bars, and then he’d turned around and assisted her in scratching an itch that had gone unscratched for far, far too long.

Amelia knows she never should have gotten so involved with him. She knows she shouldn’t have let things go where they did, especially when she didn’t even know his identity. She’d let things go way too far given he was just a shadowy figure to her.

But admittedly, even in her wildest fantasies and theories about who he might be… she never would have picked the truth. She never would have guessed that her new dom, the man who had claimed the vacant slot as her Master, was Harry Potter traveled back in time to stop an apocalypse.

She’d seen the future they were heading towards. A future she hadn’t even been part of, because she was expected to die in the next couple of years to Voldemort or his followers. Harry had shown her what lay at the end of the road for not just magic and the wizarding world, but all of Earth if things were allowed to continue on as they had been.

It had to be stopped. All of it. But Harry… the things he’d done, the secrets he’d kept… they were heavy. She could honestly condone what he’d done to Rudolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy without having to justify it too hard in her head. One was a convicted Death Eater who deserved everything he was getting in Azkaban and then some. If his magic could be used by someone with better intentions, why not? It wasn’t like he was currently using it.

Lucius Malfoy was a bit harder to justify, but not too hard. It went beyond mere politics, truth be told. The man was pure slime, utter sleaze wrapped in a smug smarmy outer shell. He’d held the ear of Cornelius Fudge for far too long and if Amelia had been anything less than absolutely perfect at her job, she doesn’t doubt that Lucius would have convinced the former Minister to get rid of her so he could install one of his toadies in her place.

Bellatrix Lestrange though… that was the one thing Harry had told her that she found the hardest to accept. The woman deserved Azkaban as much as her husband, and hearing that she’d been let out by the same man Amelia had entrusted herself to was… hard to stomach.

Especially when Amelia had been losing sleep over Bellatrix’s escape ever since the audit revealed her disappearance.

Swallowing thickly, Amelia looks to Harry.

“Bellatrix…”

She’s not even sure what she’s trying to say. She’s not sure what she wants from Harry. Which is why it’s all the more surprising when she gets it.

“Say the word and she’s gone.”

Amelia blinks, caught off guard by his simple and direct promise. She doesn’t detect a single hint of deceit in his voice either.

“W-What?”

Harry sighs and, still holding Amelia by the hand, pulls her back down to the couch she’d sprung up from, sitting on it with her.

“Bella is well aware she’s living on borrowed time Amelia. She might be from the future, but she’s still a version of Bellatrix Lestrange… one that committed all the crimes the one in this timeline did, and then some. She’s a tool, but all tools have their expiration dates. I won’t make her suffer, I won’t make it hurt… but if you tell me you can’t stomach her existence, then I will remove her for you. You matter more to me than her.”

Amelia’s mouth opens and closes a few times, her incredulity impossible to stop from leaking through.

“How… how can you say that? She came back from that… that future with you. In comparison, we barely know each other.”

Here, Harry gets a dark look on his face.

“She killed Sirius, Amelia. In the other timeline, she killed Sirius, my godfather, just after I got him back. Just when I was really starting to get to know him. Bella… you’re right. She and I have been through too much for me to hate her anymore. But I will never truly forgive her, and she knows that.”

Funnily enough… that actually works for Amelia. Hearing that, hearing Harry’s willingness to end Bellatrix Lestrange on her orders… it cinches the deal for her.

“That won’t be necessary, Harry. I… trust you to keep Bellatrix on a tight leash and to end her the moment she puts innocents at risk.”

She gives him a pointed look at that last part, to which Harry responds with a solemn nod.

“You have my word.”

“Then… you have your Minister of Magic. I’m yours, Harry.”

Tilting his head to the side, Harry looks at her curiously.

“You mean…”

Amelia nods, pushing the words out before she can second guess herself.

“I’m yours, Harry. Bind my magic. Take me as one of your witches properly. I’ll serve in whatever capacity you need me to in order to help save the world from that future you showed me. Just… please keep me in the loop?”

That last part is tacked on rather weakly. Perhaps she should have led with it. Maybe she even should have made it one of the conditions for her ultimate submission. But the truth is… Amelia knows deep down inside she would go along with all of this even if he kept her in the dark.

Nevertheless, Harry smiles and squeezes her hand again.

“I will. You’re going to be my Minister of Magic after all. You’ll need to be in the loop if we’re going to work effectively together. Now… strip.”

Amelia lets out a shaky breath at that, her core clenching in arousal at Harry’s domineering tone. That said, as they both rise from the couch and she begins to get naked while her Master starts drawing a ritual circle in the center of her office… Amelia can’t help but point out the obvious.

“You know… we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we? I’m not Minister yet. I’m still happy to be bound to you and offer up my magic for the cause, but what will we do if I’m not elected?”

Pausing at that, Harry looks over at her, amused.

“Well for one thing, you’re literally the best candidate for the job, bar none. But… I’m well aware of the stupidity of people. Your individual wizard or witch can sometimes be quite intelligent, but people as a whole are very, very dumb on average.”

Amelia wishes she could deny that. She wishes she could argue otherwise. But… she can’t. He’s right. Which is precisely why she’s worried that even if it seems like she’s guaranteed to win, she might not.

“Fortunately for you, you have an ace in the hole.”

When she gives him a curious look at that, Harry just grins wickedly.

“Me. In the other timeline, Fudge would have still been Minister next year when he set out to completely ruin my reputation and do his level best to turn the public against me. I was still young and not at all politically savvy, so he even succeeded, irritatingly enough.”

Harry pauses and gets a nostalgic look on his face.

“Actually, one of the only times I met you was during a trial for the use of underage magic because one of Fudge’s toadies sent Dementors after me and I was forced to use a Patronus in front of my muggle cousin.”

Amelia’s eyes widen at that, suddenly having even more questions.@@novelbin@@

“What?! Who? And… wouldn’t your cousin know about magic?! Why would you be put on trial for that?!”

Giving her a look of patient amusement that makes Amelia flush in embarrassment, Harry chuckles.

“Dolores Umbridge. I would recommend removing her once you’re in office if she sticks around. Bitch will almost certainly continue using her position to push her own shitty, racist agenda, regardless of the damage it does to the Ministry’s reputation. As for why I was put on trial… well, I didn’t say I was found guilty. The whole thing was a sham from start to finish, one deliberately intended to cast more aspersions upon my character. In that regard it worked… but here in this timeline, Fudge and Umbridge never got the chance. I’m still the Boy-Who-Lived, the Wizarding Hero that everyone has built up in their heads for the past decade and a half.”

Her Master gives her a grin that makes Amelia flush and her thighs clench together again.

“They have yet to see me bleed, Amelia. So you tell me, even if people in general are stupid idiots who don’t know what’s best for them… how will they react to their Savior coming out and telling them exactly who they should all be relying on as the next Minister of Magic?”

Well… damn.

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“… and that is why I personally believe Madam Bones is the one most fit for becoming our next Minister of Magic. Not just because of how she’s gone above and beyond her duty for me personally in finally seeing to the exoneration of my godfather, Lord Sirius Black, but also because she’s done that exact same thing for everyone else she’s ever helped in her position as Director of the DMLE. Amelia Bones is good for Magical Britain. After the corruption of our last Minister, she’s the one to get us back on track.”

It takes all of a couple days to set up a “press conference” for Harry to stump for Amelia at. He is, after all, completely right in what he’d told the DMLE Director. Put simply, he still has a LOT of credit with the Wizarding World at this point in time. Much of it is undeserved of course, built upon misconceptions and the myth surrounding him. All those stories people made up about how he defeated Voldemort as a baby, and then all the ideas they’d come up with for what he’d been doing in the time before he arrived at Hogwarts. They were convinced he was some larger than life figure. Their Savior.

Of course, not all of the credit was undeserved. Thanks to Rita, word had spread far and wide about Harry healing Cedric at the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament. Wounds that should have been all but impossible for magic to ever truly heal, wiped away by a single overpowered Episkey.

That was enough to propel Harry’s fame even further into the stratosphere at the end of the day, just as intended. So here he was now, cashing in on all of that to do something good for once.

As he finishes talking and steps down from the podium, Harry makes eye contact with Amelia briefly, feeling the connection between them. He gives her a polite and platonic smile and nod for the press, but secretly, they both feel far more than that. Binding her to him through the ritual had gone extremely well for the natural submissive. She loved giving herself over to him and had literally cum when he’d started asking if she was ready to be his.

Their connection actually felt stronger than the others he had, possibly even stronger than Bella herself despite their shared history. But Harry hadn’t been lying when he’d told Amelia he would remove Bellatrix if she asked him to. He’d known deep down that she likely wouldn’t make him do it, that she would accept his willingness as good enough at the end of the day. He’d still been ready all the same.

Now though… well, everything was falling into place. Between his speech and Rita’s articles, Amelia’s ascension to the position of Minister was all but guaranteed. As Harry makes his way back to Hogwarts, he’s already considering the rest of this year and what comes after. Finishing things up with Voldemort and the Third Task was just a couple short months away, and then Harry would finally start going big picture.

The world was-

Hands suddenly grab him from around a corner and pull him off of his path and into an alcove. Fleur Delacour is lucky that he recognizes her presence in the split millisecond before he would have instinctively retaliated. As she roughly presses her lips against his, he internally sighs and brings his hands down to her hips, kissing her back.

He’d seen this coming, of course, though he hadn’t known what form it would take. Still, here they were. It would be interesting to see exactly how Fleur was planning on playing this.

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