Lightning Strikes Twice (Harry Potter)(Time Travel)

A/N: Here's the new Chapter! Which also means the next four chapters are up on my Patreon for early access as well as the chance to vote on the direction of the story!

Now let's find out what Apolline is doing in Amelia's office…

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Admittedly, Harry already knew that Amelia was meeting with one of his women in her office even before stepping inside. He could feel the connections to every single member of his Wizard's Coven at all times and therefore knew that two of the women who had willingly bound their magic to him were in the room beyond, not just one.

He also could have dug a little deeper to find out exactly who Amelia's guest actually was… but where would the fun in that be? Indeed, by not reaching out along that connection to verify the witch's identity, he's left pleasantly surprised when she turns around as the door closes shut behind him and reveals herself to be Apolline Delacour, Matriarch of House Delacour.

Raising an eyebrow at the beautiful half-veela sitting across from Amelia, Harry grins even as he strides forward.

"Well now, isn't this a pleasant surprise. Though I have to wonder what brings you all the way to the Ministry, Lady Delacour."

Huffing, Apolline rises from her chair and moves to meet him. Of course, their ensuing 'hug' starts out rather intimate and quickly descends into debauchery. They kiss one another even as their hands start to wander. Harry's go to Apolline's ass, giving it a good solid squeeze as he enjoys the Veela Matriarch's lips on his own. Apolline though is the one who escalates things, her own hands disappearing into his robes and quickly fishing out his cock to begin stroking it right there in the Minister's Office.

Not that said Minister is complaining all that much. When Harry and Apolline finally break away from one another for air, Amelia is still seated in her chair but is also biting her lower lip and squirming visibly in arousal. Grinning, Harry keeps one hand on Apolline's ass even as she curls into his side, taking her not to the chairs in front of Amelia's desk, but to a couch off to the side where they can sit… together.

Apolline doesn't hesitate to grab one of his hands and guide it between her legs once they're sitting down, leaving Harry to finger her while she continues to give him a handjob right then and there in front of the Minister of Magic's eyes.

To her credit, Amelia manages to maintain her composure for the time being, even if Harry can see in her eyes how much she wants to throw decorum to the wind and move to join them. Her eyes keep flicking down to his naked, throbbing cock in particular, which she would probably love to put in her mouth right about now.

That she doesn't do so speaks to the very professionalism that prompted Harry to push for her to become Minister of Magic in the first place all those years ago. Instead, Amelia clears her throat and fixes her gaze on his face, refusing to let her eyes drift below his shoulders again.

"I was expecting you to visit hours ago, Harry. When news first reached me that you'd finally taken your rightful place as Chief Warlock, I figured I would be the first person you would come see. It is tradition, after all."

Her words might have been taken as an admonishment but Harry can tell by her tone that it's not how Amelia intends them. Instead, she's more a mixture of intrigued and maybe a little hurt that he didn't come to her first. But mostly, she's just curious what took him so long.

Harry grins lopsidedly, even as Apolline moans into his ear beside him, her pussy getting wetter and wetter around his fingers. The beautiful veela MILF shudders on his digits, cumming for him and staining Amelia's couch… but to be fair, it wouldn't be the first time significant amounts of sexual fluids got on the Minister's couch since Amelia took up the post. Magic was great at cleaning up those sorts of messes.

"Ah, well… tradition being what it is, I found myself wanting to check on things in the Department of Mysteries first and foremost. My new authority gave me greater official access than I had previously, after all."

Knowing how important the work the Unspeakables are doing down in the DoM is, Amelia purses her lips but nods in reluctant agreement.

"Of course, when the Head Unspeakable decided to reveal herself to me, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to bind her magic and have her join the coven."

Amelia's eyes widen in shock and even Apolline jolts a little in surprise at his side.

"The Head Unspeakable revealed themselves to you, Harry? Even I don't know their true identity! Who is it?!"

Harry hums for a moment as Apolline resumes humping his hand like a bitch in heat. Then, he shrugs.

"Dolores Umbridge, if you could believe it. I never would have guessed."

Honestly, the moment the words leave his mouth, even Harry feels nasty for saying them. Amelia goes pale and starts to look rather green in the gills at the idea. Only Apolline doesn't react, mostly because the French Witch has no idea who Dolores Umbridge is.

"… I'm kidding. God, I couldn't even keep that up for a moment. Could you imagine? Thank Merlin it wasn't the case."

Dolores Umbridge… even the idea gives Harry the chills. He would never touch that toad of a woman with a ten foot pole. Frankly, to this day he was still on the fence about whether to have her suffer an 'unfortunate accident' or not. But no, in the end she was still alive… for now. She was also still with the Ministry of Magic.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. That was the old adage, right? Well, Harry didn't fully subscribe to the idea, but there was something to be said about keeping someone like Dolores where they could see her and out of any position where she might cause trouble.

She'd been demoted after Fudge resigned and put in a minor position within the Ministry's incredibly large bureaucracy. Everything she did was double checked of course, and her chances of ever finding herself as high as Senior Undersecretary again were nil. But it was still better to have her too busy working for them to get up to any trouble. Either that or dead… and for now, Harry hadn't decided to kill her outright yet.

Amelia looks relieved, but still a little ill. Harry, meanwhile, just shakes his head.

"Sorry, that was perhaps a bit too far. As for the Head Unspeakable's real identity… I won't be sharing that with anyone unless she wants me to or decides to reveal herself to you. You know now that it's a woman and that she's bound to me. That is more than enough."

He doesn't say 'that should be enough', because everyone in this room knows that Harry is in charge. Therefore, it IS enough… and Amelia doesn't even hesitate before nodding, her cheeks flushed as she bites her lower lip.

"As you say, Master."

Feeling a little bad still about the Dolores thing, Harry sighs and gestures for her to join him and Apolline. The Minister of Magic doesn't miss a beat. She rises from her chair… and barely even pauses when he vanishes her robes and clothing with a flick of his magic.

Underneath her clothing, constantly writhing magical silk ropes slide all over the Minister's body, exposing her for the sexual pervert and deviant that she truly is. Nobody knows it, but all throughout her days here at the Ministry, Amelia is almost always bound up and constantly on the edge of a pleasurable climax thanks to the rope.

Normally, the magical rope moves with a mind of its own… but Harry can take control whenever he needs to. He does so now, tugging Amelia down onto her hands and knees, where she happily crawls the rest of the way across the floor of her own office to nestle herself between his legs.

Apolline smirks as she guides his cock down onto Amelia's waiting tongue, after which the gorgeous Minister of Magic proceeds to slide her lips down his length and begin bobbing up and down on his cock.

"… After I bound the Head Unspeakable, she pushed for me to finally do so with Hermione as well. That's what ultimately made it take so long for me to visit you, Amelia. I needed to make Hermione's binding special, so we had to leave the Department and Ministry behind for a bit to do so."

Amelia makes a noise of understanding around his cock, her eyes lidded now as she slides her tongue along the underside of Harry's shaft and moves to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth until he's finally going down the back of her throat with every bob of her head.

At his side, Apolline snickers at Amelia's response.

"Somehow, I don't think our lovely Minister cares that much anymore. I think she's happier that you're here now, Harry~"

Chuckling, Harry curls his fingers in just the right way inside of Apolline's cunt, causing the Veela MILF to gasp and moan and shudder her way through yet another orgasm.

"A-And so am I, of course… ah, t-thank you~"

Humming, Harry just enjoys the moment for a bit. Between Amelia's oral technique and Apolline's moans and rubbing against him like a cat, there's a LOT to enjoy about all of this. Though eventually he can't quite keep his curiosity at bay any longer.

"Alright, spill. Why are you here in Britain, Apolline?"

The Delacour Matriarch grins at him wickedly, her full breasts pressed into him as she looks up into his eyes.

"Why else would I be here, Harry? I came for you, of course."

Harry raises an eyebrow at that.

"And yet I find you here, in Amelia's office."

Humming, Apolline just nods, still grinning.

"Yes. I thought I might, mm, need her help to… nail you down so to speak."

A derisive snort leaves the Chief Warlock's nostrils as he glances down at Amelia. With his cock in her mouth and his fingers in Apolline's cunt, it feels more like he's the one nailing them down right now. But then perhaps that's a bit… deceptive. He IS certainly occupied with the two of them and has no intentions of going anywhere…

"Alright. So you have me right where you want me. Why do you need me 'nailed down', exactly?"

Apolline hums, running a finger along his chest for a moment before sighing. Her previous amusement seems to fade away as she rapidly sobers up and becomes… almost somber in her demeanor.

"It's time, Harry. I've finally managed to convince the Veela Coven of the necessity. They're willing to agree to our terms, but they have some conditions."

Harry straightens up, suddenly much more engaged with what Apolline is saying. He pulls his fingers out of her cunt, something that causes the Delacour Matriarch to whine but not complain. Of course, he still keeps his other hand on the back of Amelia's head, letting her continue sucking his cock as he stares Apolline down.

"Conditions. This is the fate of the world we're talking about and they have… conditions?"

Apolline gives him a look.

"They've finished their own investigations. They agree with us that something has to be done. Magitech will help a lot, but there's still the issue of muggles potentially killing us all in the process of murdering each other to be worried about. However… they aren't entirely sure if they trust you with that power."

Before he can do much more than furrow his brow at that, Apolline is quick to continue on.

"They just don't know you like I know you… like WE know you. And of course, someone like me… they aren't necessarily willing to trust that I'm unbiased or impartial. Because clearly, I'm not. Frankly, we're lucky that they haven't kicked me out altogether."

Harry just grunts.

"You said they're willing to agree to our terms, but from the sound of it, they aren't on board at all, Apolline."

"Ah… w-well… maybe it would be more accurate to say they've given us a counteroffer, Harry. They have agreed to let you bind the magic of every single adult veela in the coven to yourself. That would be over two hundred women of varying amounts of veela blood, to be clear."

Harry's breath hitches at the number. He'd known it was large, he just didn't know how large. He had quite a few witches bound to him, but not too many. The vast majority of Harry's magical power came from draining Voldemort and his followers and while that had made him the single most powerful wizard in the world and perhaps all of magical history, it still wasn't 'two hundred veela' powerful.

Of course, one might wonder why Harry thought he needed two hundred more women bound to him. At the end of the day… there were just too many muggles. It was impossible to keep a proper eye on every muggle country across the entire planet at all times. And that was to say nothing of the muggle groups who weren't attached to any given country or nation.

Even as he was relying on Hermione and Andromeda to develop magitech capable of marrying magic to muggle technology and stopping the slow decay of their civilization, Harry also needed enough power to be able to handle any muggle stupidity that threatened the more immediate annihilation of the world. Especially since the wizarding world was part of said world.

"What exactly are their conditions? What is this 'counteroffer' you're talking about Apolline?"

She hesitates for a moment before finally biting the bullet.

"… They want you to put your money where your mouth is, so to speak. If you're going to bind all of them… then they expect you to bind ALL of them. At once. No breaks, no pausing. Just you and two hundred powerful veela… for however long it takes."

Harry blinks rapidly at that. They wanted him to bind them all in a row? Back to back? Or rather, in some sort of endless orgy marathon? It doesn't take him long to figure out what's going on.

"They're expecting me to succumb, aren't they? They think they can usurp control of the Wizard's Coven from me and turn me into their pet."

Apolline winces.

"They put it more diplomatically… in their eyes, if you truly believe the threat is so great, then you won't mind if they come out on top and handle things more… democratically among themselves. You and the rest of us… we would all have a vote too of course but given there's a relatively small quantity of us compared to them… the Veela Coven would largely wind up in charge of all that magical power. They've tried to assure me that they would take your advice into account on how to use it… but you wouldn't be in charge if you failed."

Damn. On the one hand, Harry could see where they were coming from. On the other hand, he didn't trust them to do what needed to be done. The risk was heavy, but if it paid off… then he would have all the power he needed to accomplish his final goals.

"What do you want to do, Harry?"

Harry hums for a moment… before making his decision.

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The Vote:

[X] Fuck it, agree to their terms, he can take them - 79%

[ ] Not worth the risk, he doesn't need them - 21%

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