Lightning Strikes Twice (Harry Potter)(Time Travel)

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Amelia becomes Minister~

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“… and now a word from your new Minister of Magic, Madam Amelia Bones!”

Swallowing thickly, Amelia rises from her seat and makes her way up to the podium, smiling and nodding to Rufus Scrimgeour as they exchange a simple handshake before he leaves her to it. While there’d been a moment when Rufus had his own intentions to try and become Minister of Magic, he’d rather quickly set aside his bid the moment that Harry Potter of all people came out in support of Amelia’s campaign.

Beyond that though, she and Rufus had a long history as superior and subordinate, so Amelia liked to think even if the election had been more contentious than it actually was, they could have maintained their cordial relationship through thick and thin. Amelia certainly wouldn’t have taken it personally if Rufus had ended up in the Minister’s Office instead of her. In fact, it would still have been a win.

Or rather, she would have thought that before Harry revealed himself to her and bound her magic to his own. Now Amelia knew better. Now she knew precisely what was at stake. It wasn’t just a matter of maintaining the peace, keeping to the status quo, and catching bad guys before they could damage the fabric of their society anymore.

… No, the fabric of their society was under existential threat from something far worse than some measly Dark Wizards, and unless they did something about it, everything was going to go to shit. That was why she had to submit to Harry, completely and entirely. That was why she had to become Minister of Magic, so that he would have one of his witches sitting at the top.

Even now, Amelia can feel a slight tug on her magic. Looking out at the crowd as she stands behind the podium for a moment and gathers her thoughts, it’s not hard to locate Harry among them. The young man had received special dispensation to be here today for this speech. Favoritism? Yes, but then… he was the Boy-Who-Lived, after all.

Her Master’s emerald eyes flash as they make eye contact, the corner of his mouth turning up in a satisfied smirk. Beside him, ‘escorting him’ is young Nymphadora Tonks… who looks red in the face and squirming. Is Harry already corrupting her Aurors too? Amelia doesn’t huff, but she wants to even as she turns her attention back to the matter at hand and plasters a smile on her face.

“Wizards. Witches. I will keep this brief. First and foremost, I thank you one and all for putting your trust in me. I have always believed the Ministry of Magic to be beholden to the will of the people. When we fail to uphold that will, we must be held accountable. I am standing here today because that is precisely what happened. My predecessor failed in his duties to all of you. The Ministry failed. But not anymore. I assure you; I will do everything in my power to live up to the expectations that my predecessor failed to live up to. Thank you for your time.”

With that, Amelia receives a standing ovation, one that brings a more genuine smile to her face. At the same time though, she can’t help but lock eyes with Harry again… forced to suppress a shiver that runs down her spine at the look he’s giving her.

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SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Oh Merlin! Nnngh! H-Harry… p-please… do we have to do this in front of… a subordinate?”

Tonks watches with rapt attention as Harry bends Amelia over her new desk and fucks the newly appointed Minister of Magic from behind. Every once in a while, the former Head of the DMLE glances over in Tonks’ direction before looking away again when they make eye contact. The blush on Amelia’s face is rather telling, but then so is the way she’s reacting. Despite her words, she’s enthusiastically pushing back into Harry’s hips, and moaning all the more wantonly.

Harry, for his part, chuckles darkly.

“It wouldn’t be the first time she’s watched, Amelia. Tonks here has been very naughty. She already knows.”

The tension in the freshly elected Minister’s shoulders ratchets up for a second at that… before finally bleeding out of her. Tonks blinks, surprised by how Amelia seems to suddenly just relax without a care in the world.

“Oh… I… mmm, I s-see…”

Her old boss still doesn’t look Tonks’ in the eye, but she no longer seems bothered by the metamorphmagus’ presence. With just a few words, Harry has settled things. Crazy. Though… not entirely, as it turns out.

“A-And… was toying with her during my inauguration really, nngh, n-necessary? What if the two of you had been c-caught?”

Tonks can’t help but blush a deep crimson at that, squirming in place. Amelia wasn’t wrong, after all. Harry HAD been toying with her during the entire event they’d just come from. It wasn’t anything too obvious, but he’d done something that made it feel like Tonks had fingers inside of her and on her clit and nipples the entire time.

It was an exercise in sheer willpower for the female Auror, truth be told. She’d held back her voice and kept her squirming to a bare minimum, trying desperately not to let anyone know what was happening so they didn’t get caught. It was incredibly risky and reckless, truth be told. Of course… it was also one of the hottest things Tonks had ever experienced.

Harry, meanwhile, just chuckles, rears back a hand, and gives Amelia’s upturned ass a hefty smack, causing the Minister of Magic to squeal and then moan as she shudders in a way that makes it obvious she just orgasmed all over his dick. Tonks’ blush intensifies, even as Harry shrugs.

“It was either play with your cute subordinate… or play with you, Amelia. Tell me, which would you have preferred?”

Tonks’ eyes widen at THAT mental imagery. Madam Bones, up on stage, being toyed with in precisely the way she had been toyed with. Giving her speech in front of everyone while Harry’s invisible magical fingers were buried in her gushing wet twat.

Biting her lower lip, Tonks finally slips her hands under her clothes, one going up under her shirt and the other sliding down the front of her skirt. Merlin’s beard, she was so turned on it couldn’t be helped anymore. As she rolls a nipple between her fingers while cupping her mound with her hand and enjoying the heat, Tonks waits for Amelia to speak up and say that of course that wouldn’t have been acceptable.

… Except that doesn’t happen. And the new Minister of Magic’s silence and hesitation is very telling. Even Harry pauses in surprise after a moment before snorting derisively and spanking Amelia’s reddening bottom once more.

“Well now. I suppose that’s on me for not taking your feelings into consideration, Minister. My bad.”

Whimpering, Amelia shakes her head as she claws at her new desk.

“A-Ah… n-no… it would have been b-bad if you’d done anything to me while I was speaking in front of s-so many people. It could have ruined… everything. S-So… it was better that you didn’t.”

Exactly who was Tonks’ old boss trying to convince here? Because she certainly wasn’t convincing Harry. The young wizard just chuckles and reaches around to palm Amelia’s exposed breasts, groping them tightly as he continues slamming into her sopping cunt from behind. Tonks knows that it’s sopping too, because she can see the fluids spraying all over the front of the Minister’s desk.

They’re positively desecrating this office, but to be fair, given the last Minister was that idiot Fudge, Tonks figures they can’t really do much worse in dirtying up the place than he did. In fact, in a way one might consider the current desecration to be more of a cleansing.

Tonks just wishes that it was her getting bent over the Minister’s desk and fucked. She wishes that it was her getting split open on Harry’s massive cock. Alas, all she can do is watch on, biting her lower lip and fingering her pussy and pinching her nipples between her fingers.

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With one hand on one of her breasts, the other goes to her hair. Amelia shudders and quivers in ecstasy as her Master pulls her head back while continuing to fuck her from behind. It has her thinking about the tantric ritual they’d performed to bind their magic together weeks ago.

She’d never had a more intimate moment then that. Not only had Harry fucked her, claimed her, made her his… but he’d connected their very magic together. Being prompted to tell him she wanted it, that she was ready to cede all control to him… that was just icing on the cake.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

And now here they were in Amelia’s new office. The Minister of Magic’s office. If it weren’t for her and Harry’s relationship, Amelia would probably have already gotten to work truth be told. However, he’d demanded some of her time after the inauguration and fortunately the Minister of Magic wasn’t expected to truly be settled in and working for at least a day or two after the inauguration.

The office was locked down and everyone knew she wasn’t to be disturbed. And so here she was, getting fucked from behind by her Master… while one of her subordinates watched.

It was worse than Amelia had originally imagined. Harry hadn’t simply started the corruption of Nymphadora Tonks during her inauguration. No, rather, he’d apparently started it a long time ago. Amelia didn’t believe for a second that Tonks had been so ‘naughty’ all on her own. More likely… yes, it was back when they’d put Harry into custody. That was when he’d first gotten her hooks into the younger woman.

Ah, but there really wasn’t anything Amelia could do about it now, now was there? It wasn’t like she had room to talk when it came to Tonks’ divided loyalties. And she certainly didn’t have any ability to tell Harry off for subverting one of her Aurors. In the end, she’d been subverted just as much. She’d let herself be taken in by Harry, and now… well, it was far too late to back out.@@novelbin@@

Not that Amelia really wanted to. Tossing her head back, she moans wantonly as she cums yet again upon Harry’s cock. Her pussy walls clench and flex around his dick, her entire body shuddering through the explosive orgasm. And then… Harry tips over the edge as well at long last. Her cunt seems to have milked his release from him, because he cums and cums, filling her up.

He'd done the same thing during that ritual. She’d felt their magic connect, known in that moment that she belonged to him completely and utterly. The connection was heavily lopsided, after all. Harry had complete control over it just as he had complete control over all aspects and facets of their relationship.

… But Amelia couldn’t bring herself to mind. Even knowing the things he’d done; she knows that they were for the right reasons. And more than that, he knew everything they needed to do in order to save not just Magical Britain, not just the Wizarding World at large… but the entire world.

With that in mind, once Harry pulls out of her, Amelia doesn’t hesitate to spin around, drop to her knees, and begin cleaning off his cock. However, even as she does so, she looks up at him, speaking between long, languid licks.

“What, mm, is next Master?”

Carding his fingers through her hair, Harry hums for a moment at that, before glancing over at Tonks. The young Auror quickly scurries over and allows him to wrap his arm around her waist and palm her ample butt as she hugs herself close to his side and nuzzles his neck. Amelia flushes a little bit about her subordinate being at his right hand while she’s on her knees before him… but she can’t deny that it feels right at least partially.

Outside of these walls, she’s going to be the Minister of Magic from now on. Inside of this room, she should technically also be Minister. However, when its just her and Harry and… any of his other women, then Amelia knows she forfeits her right to that title. She becomes his pet, his toy, his loyal bitch.

“Consolidation, I should think. Tell me… do you believe Hestia Jones would make a solid replacement for your position as Director of the DMLE?”

Amelia blinks, pausing in her worship of Harry’s cock at that sudden non-sequitur. Hestia Jones? She’d also been on Harry’s protective detail hadn’t she? Though judging by the way Tonks jolts in surprise at the name, she didn’t know anything about what might have happened between Harry and Jones. Still…

“… Next in line should be Rufus Scrimgeour. He’s been my loyal second for years now and we have a solid working relationship. Passing him over for that promotion might put a strain on said relationship, to say nothing of the fact that he’s actually quite competent and would be good in the role.”

Her Master hums, not looking entirely convinced.

“And Hestia?”

Amelia bites her lower lip for a moment, thinking it over.

“She’s… young, but not too young. It would be quite the promotion for her, and it’s not like there’s much of a connection between us so people couldn’t even really cry favoritism. I assume you intend to seduce her?”

Grinning wickedly, Harry just shrugs.

“I’ve already begun.”

Of course he has. Amelia lets out a shuddering sigh, before slowly nodding.

“… I could make it work, yes.”

“Hm. But you don’t think I should, do you? You think it should be Scrimgeour instead. Perhaps with Jones taking his place as Head Auror…”

Amelia licks her lips but after a moment she nods. Harry had told her that he would take her advice into consideration after all. And the fact that he was talking this through with her right now was a good sign of things to come regardless, wasn’t it?

“And yet, if I told you to install Jones as Director, you would do it in a heartbeat, wouldn’t you pet?”

The freshly elected Minister of Magic shivers, but in the end… what can she say aside from…

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Then, her Master falls silent for a moment, clearly considering his options. Having said her piece, Amelia dives down his cock, taking him deep into her mouth and sucking enthusiastically. She’s just glad he wasn’t trying to ask her to make Tonks the new Director. Hestia was bordering on a Veteran Auror by this point. Technically, Rufus should be allowed to choose his own Head Auror, and he’d likely pick Shacklebolt. But if Amelia stepped in, she knew that Rufus would take her advice.

That would only happen if Harry agreed with her plan, however. It was entirely possible he would want to stack the upper echelons of the Ministry with as many of his witches as possible…

[ ] Harry goes with his own plan, Hestia Jones becomes Director of the DMLE - 7%