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A Flame Awakened Chapter 9 (Old Chapter Unlocked For All Patrons!)
🕑 Added 2024-06-22 15:25:01 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Breeding, Semi-Public, Breast Play, Teasing, Nipple Play, Creampie.
“Hey.”
Susan melted into the arms that wrapped around her waist, sighing as her back made contact with her husband’s firm chest.
“Hi,” she whispered with pink cheeks. Despite years of marriage, she still wasn’t used to his affection. One touch was all it took to turn her into a puddle of happy goo. “How was your day?”
“Not too bad. Caught a couple of low-level Death Eaters, gave a guest lecture at Hogwarts… came home to my extremely beautiful wife,” Harry murmured as he raised his right hand. The leather armband slowly shimmered into view, its golden rings glinting in the light of the setting sun. “Where are Daphne and Padma?”
“G-gone shopping, sir,” Susan whispered, staring at the leash extending towards her with wide blue eyes. She gasped as it made contact with the pink collar around her creamy neck. Her skin tingled and a current ran down her spine as their cores mingled and Harry’s presence flooded in her mind. She was his. And her husband, her lover, her master had… Susan’s freckled cheeks turned dark red when she concentrated on the jumble of new emotions she could feel.
“You didn’t go with them?”
Susan held up her flour-covered hands. “I wanted to do some baking. Mungo’s is having a bake sale on Friday.”
“Bet they’re thrilled you’re bringing them something again,” Harry murmured, slowly peppering her slender neck with kisses. He made his way up to her jaw, getting dangerously close to her plump, blood-red lips. “All your cookies sold out last time.”
“Everyone likes chocolate chip cookies,” Susan said, chewing her lower lip nervously.
“Everyone likes YOUR chocolate chip cookies, love,” Harry whispered, gently freeing her lip from her teeth. “I’ve told you to stop chewing your lip, haven’t I?”
“S-sorry, sir.” Susan shivered as Harry’s hands pushed underneath her flour-covered apron, lazily ghosting over her ample curves. “T-the window is open and the curtains aren’t drawn,” she added meekly. They had to stop. They NEEDED to stop. But his hands caressed over her unfortunately flat belly and she didn’t say anything. They moved to massage her heavy bosom and all she could do was mewl and arch her back, pushing her large breasts into his waiting hands. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked up at him with large blue eyes filled with adoration and wonder.
How could one man be so perfect?
“So?” Harry asked gruffly.
“They’ll see us. You know they can see everything from their house. They’ll complain again, sir,” she reminded him even though every instinct in her body yelled at her not to.
Susan decided to see a healer when she went to drop off the cookies. What woman in her right mind tried to stop Harry Potter from railing her senseless?
It was just a matter of a few weeks, she reminded herself. Once Potter Manor was refurbished and they had their privacy…
Susan bit her lip and pressed her thighs together as her mind came up with scenario after scenario of what Harry could do to her in that massive house and its gardens. She shook her head, dumped her thoughts in the gutter (where they belonged), and concentrated on Harry’s voice again.
“If Tim and Linda have nothing better to do than spy on our house all day…” Harry paused and bent until his lips brushed against Susan’s ear. His hot breath tickled her skin as he whispered, “Well, it’s not our fault if they see me bend my wife over the kitchen counter and put a baby in her.”
“H-Harry?!” Susan moaned.
“You’re off the potion now, aren’t you?”
Susan nodded timidly. Daphne and Padma weren’t ready for babies but she wanted one so badly…
“Do you want to spend the day with my cum in your belly, Susie?” Harry teased, caressing her cheek with his finger. “Just a tiny amount trickling out of you every so often… reminding you of what we’re trying to make. A perfect baby with your hair and my eyes,” he whispered. He undid the knot securing her apron and pulled it over her head, tossing it to one corner of the kitchen.
“Your bravery and kindness,” Susan whispered. She lowered a trembling hand, managing to undo the button of her jeans after a couple of tries. “They’ll be just like their father. Absolutely perfect.”
“Their mother is pretty great too,” Harry yanked Susan’s jeans down her legs, pulling her panties with them. They pooled around her ankles and before she could react Harry had pushed his hands under her arms and picked her up.
Susan’s gaze flickered to Harry’s arm, a trickle of wetness leaking out of her and snaking down her thigh at the sight of his bulging bicep.
“How do you want to do this, princess?” Harry whispered gruffly.
“I-I want to look at you, sir,” Susan admitted shyly.
Harry chuckled and nodded, setting her down on her feet. He turned her around and picked her up again, pushing her up onto the counter.
Susan reached out to unbutton her blouse but Harry had run out of patience. He grabbed the edges of her shirt and Susan could only watch his firm muscles tense as he ripped it open. The buttons of her blouse flew around everywhere, landing on the marble counter and the floor.
“Start wearing something with fewer buttons in the house,” Harry ordered. He pulled the straps of her simple white bra down her arms, his eyes fixed on her bosom as her large breasts sprung free. Each tit jiggled as it was freed from the bra and Susan moaned quietly, gazing at her husband through half-lidded eyes. The bra stayed bunched up around her stomach, Harry having no patience to take it off fully. He pushed her down on the cool marble counter.
Susan’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up at Harry’s crooked smile. She groaned quietly when he grabbed her ankles and bent her legs at the waist, resting one on each of his shoulders. She shivered as she watched him lean over and draw the curtains over the window.
“They can get a show some other day,” Harry whispered with a wink. His hand moved to unbutton his pants while the other pushed between her thighs. He expertly parted her slick petals and his fingers made their way to her clit. Susan mewled and squirmed on the kitchen counter as Harry began to caress the sensitive nub with gentle strokes.
Harry pushed his pants and boxers down his legs, letting them pool around his ankles. He sighed as his throbbing manhood sprang free. He wrapped his hand around its base, carefully guiding its tip towards Susan’s dripping slit.
“H-HARRRRRY,” Susan screamed as his cock pushed into her. The massive girth stretched her walls to their very limit, the experience bordering right on the threshold of pain and pure pleasure. She didn’t know which was which anymore. She reached up and grabbed the windowsill with her hands for support as Harry slowly pushed into her, impaling her on his shaft inch by inch.
Harry grunted and concentrated on the task at hand. He stopped only when he was sheathed fully inside her tight pussy, taking a second to catch his breath and give her the time she needed to get used to his girth. The leash connecting his wrist to her collar pulsed and Harry poured everything he was feeling through it, doubling her pleasure.
“Three years,” Harry teased breathlessly. “And you can still hardly take me.”
“Maybe I’ll ask Healer Berwick for something to make my pussy bigger,” Susan mumbled in between quiet whimpers.
“Fuck no,” Harry growled. He rocked slowly in and out of Susan, pulling out until only his tip was inside her before slamming back in. Again and again, he repeated the cycle, his balls tightening within seconds at the sound of the desperate moans falling from her parted lips.
Harry grabbed her left breast, pushing the creamy mound up towards her. He watched as Susan shyly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the stiff pink nub, taking it into her mouth. He wrapped his free arm around her head to keep her propped up and began to piston in and out of her as fast as he could, timing his thrusts with his massage of her clit. He gently pinched and twisted the nub every few seconds, causing Susan to shriek with pleasure.
Susan looked up at Harry through lidded eyes and began to suck, making sure she was as loud as possible. She moaned as her tongue swirled around the pebbled rim of her pink areola. Her pussy was dripping. The thick shaft plunging in and out of her tight core was coated with her juices and gleamed in the dim candlelight illuminating the room. A thick trickle ran down its length and dripped into the large puddle forming on the floor.
“C-cum with me,” Harry ordered through gritted teeth after a few minutes of furious thrusting. His balls were tightening and he knew he was seconds away from spilling his load inside her. He wanted her to finish with him, for them to tumble over the edge together.
He needn’t have worried. The magic binding them together kicked into overdrive and the leash pulsed, and Susan didn’t know where she ended and Harry began. She felt double the sensations, double the pleasure, double the-
“HARRY!” Susan’s breast bounced free from her parted lips. Her back arched as her orgasm tore through her body. Her legs twitched, her thighs trembling from the force of her orgasm.
Harry erupted inside her with a roar, his throbbing cock painting her fluttering walls with rope after rope of his cum. He collapsed on top of her, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Susan wrapped her arms around her lover and carefully dropped her aching legs, mewling every time a spurt of Harry’s seed shot deep into her belly and filled her up even more. She was full within seconds and a thick trail of cum leaked out when Harry pulled his softening cock out of her. Susan shivered as his seed intermingled with her juices and ran down her leg.
“Help me off, please?” Susan requested after they’d spent a couple of minutes silently enjoying each other’s company.
Harry smiled and grabbed her outstretched arms, picking her up from the counter and gently dropping her onto the floor.
THUD.
Susan jolted awake as she slipped out of bed and landed on the floor.
“Huh?!” She groaned and rolled onto her back. She rubbed her eyes and stared at the stone ceiling blearily, trying to make sense of her surroundings.
It was just a dream, Susan thought, looking around at the empty Room of Requirement. Padma and Harry were nowhere to be seen. The bathroom was quiet and the tiny kitchen provided by the room when she moved in was devoid of activity.
Just a dream. Maybe if I go back to sleep I can pick up where I left off.
Susan grumpily grabbed the blanket off the bed and was just in the process of lying down on the soft rug when the door opened and Daphne waltzed in.
“Morning,” Daphne drawled. “I come bearing gifts.”
The blonde Slytherin held up the picnic basket in her hand as she passed Susan on her way to the kitchen.
“Padma is working on an assignment in the library. Harry and Hermione have gone to meet with the she-devil who has made Hogsmeade her home,” Daphne muttered with a scowl. “Since it’s just the two of us I brought some sandwiches and tea,” Daphne said, unpacking the contents of the picnic basket.
“You don’t have to run down to the kitchen and get food every morning Daphne,” Susan said, placing a hand over her mouth as she yawned. “I am more than happy to cook for all of us.”
“Well, you can start from tomorrow. You look like you’d have a rough night.”
Susan followed Daphne’s gaze, her freckled cheeks turning dark red when she saw that her light blue tank top was completely drenched with sweat. It clung to her skin, hugging her curvy body. Her stiff nipples poked through through the thin fabric.
“Had a nightmare. I sweat like crazy whenever I get one,” Susan lied with a nervous chuckle. Daphne’s gaze lowered to her legs and she quickly clamped her thighs together to hide the slickness coating their insides. “Legs too. That’s why my shorts are wet.”
“Your shorts are wetter than the tank top.”
“I know. My legs sweat more than the rest of my body!” Susan answered, feigning ignorance. “I should probably consult a healer about it.”
“When you do, ask them to test your sweat.” Daphne moved closer to the bed and sniffed. “It’s… tangy. Lemony.” Daphne smirked and traced the circle of wetness on the sheets of the bed. “You also seem to sweat from between your legs, Bones.”
Susan groaned and flopped onto the floor, covering her face with the blanket.
“It’s not sweat,” Susan muttered, her voice muffled by the blanket.
“I can see that. How good was it?”
“Very. It felt so real.”
“It was real,” Daphne pointed out with a chuckle. “I don’t know if I should be proud or jealous. I’ve never orgasmed this hard from a wet dream. The first time I got an experience like this was the night Harry bound me to him.”
“I’ve never…” Susan started shyly, then trailed off.
“Never came or never had a wet dream?”
“Both?” Susan admitted with a squeak.
“We need to get you laid as soon as possible. Trust me, the real thing is even better than your fantasies,” Daphne said with a smile. She traced her collar absentmindedly for a few seconds before snapping out of her trance. “But for now why don’t you shower and clean all that… sweat off your body while I set the table?” Daphne suggested with a grin.
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“Are you sure about this?”
Harry shook his head without saying a word.
Was he sure about meeting the wife of the man who had tried to kill Ginny and missed no opportunity to make his life miserable?
He doubted any amount of preparation would get him ready for such a meeting.
Ex, he reminded himself. She’s his ex-wife now.
The thought of Narcissa stealing Malfoy’s secret files right from under his nose made him smile. He didn’t have to like the person to respect her for the risks she had taken to get him and Madam Bones the information she had stolen from her husband.
“What’re you so happy about?”
“Just glad that Narcissa has given Malfoy a taste of his own medicine for the first time in his life,” Harry murmured with a shrug. “Bet it must suck to be the fuckee instead of the fucker. If he was smart he’d have done everything his wife told him to do instead of bowing and scraping to Voldemort. She reminds me of Daphne.”
“Don’t let Daphne hear you say that. Or you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a month,” Hermione smirked. “And that’s not a real word, Harry,” Hermione muttered, rolling her eyes.
“Which one?”
Hermione snorted and violently elbowed her best friend in the ribs.
“Hey!” Harry rubbed his side and pouted dramatically. He looked around to make sure there was no one else on the road to Hogsmeade before reaching out and pinching Hermione’s waist.
“Harry!” Hermione gasped. She turned around and tackled him before he could react, the weight of her body pushing both of them off the dirt road and into the ditch running alongside the path.
Harry landed into the soft mud with a soft SPLASH and Hermione followed suit, her fall broken by landing on top of his tall frame. Their legs tangled together and she was pressed against his firm chest, her plump red lips mere centimeters away from his (very enticing) jawline and her nose brushing against his lips.
“Ow,” Harry deadpanned. He wrapped his arms around Hermione’s waist to make sure she didn’t slide off him.
“I didn’t think you’d fall,” Hermione said in a horrified whisper. She pulled away to look at him, her cheeks going from pink to maroon in an instant when the motion caused her lips to brush against his. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked. She tried to squirm free and climb out of the ditch, only to tumble and land into the mud next to Harry.
Harry stared at her wordlessly for a few seconds. Just as the silence was getting to be unbearable and she was certain she had ruined their friendship forever his lips curved into a crooked grin and he started laughing so hard that tears leaked out of his eyes and streamed down his grimy cheeks.
“This is what you get for doing that,” he teased in between chuckles. He pushed himself off the ground and crawled onto the path. He extended a hand once he was standing and waited for Hermione to grab it before pulling her out of the ditch.
“I didn’t mean to do that,” Hermione mumbled, unable to look up at her best friend. She kept her gaze fixed on the smooth, oval stone in between his feet, silently praying for a freak magical accident to somehow undo her colossal stupidity.
“I know. I have two real girlfriends and one fake one, Mione. I’m no stranger to accidental touches. You don’t need to apologize,” Harry said with a reassuring smile.
“You’ve apologized to Susan a million times already,” Hermione pointed out. She waved away Harry’s help and dusted her skirt, then cleaned the mud stains on their clothes with a quick vanishing charm.
“Getting a little unintended lip-to-lip action from my best friend and accidentally touching a new friend’s boobs while we cuddle are two different things, Mione,” Harry murmured, his cheeks pink. He tried his best to avoid them but his fake girlfriend’s assets were… bountiful. No matter how careful he was the back of his hand always seemed to brush against Susan’s bosom at least once during their nightly cuddles in the Gryffindor Common Room. “She is already going through a rough time and I don’t want to add to it by making her feel uncomfortable around me.”
“If you feel so bad about it why don’t you stop doing it? No cuddles… no accidental touches,” Hermione pointed out with a knowing smile. She wondered how long it would take her best friend to realize he looked at the sweet Hufflepuff he was trying to protect with the same love, affection, and respect he reserved for Daphne and Padma.
“She is safer in our Common Room. What do you think people will say if she spends all her evenings there but away from me, her supposed boyfriend? We need to keep up the ruse,” Harry said gruffly. He started walking before Hermione could question him any further.
“Sitting together and cuddling are two very different-” Hermione chuckled and shook her head at Harry’s determined stride. “Oi, Potter!”
“Did you forget we have a meeting to attend?” Harry asked, turning around with an annoyed huff. “The letter asked us to be on time.”
“Why am I tagging along with you?” Hermione asked once she had caught up with him.
“Because you’re the smartest person I know. I want you to listen to whatever she tells us today and let me know what you think about the information when we’re alone.”
“I’m not the best when it comes to politics and reading people,” Hermione pointed out without hesitation. “That’s Daphne.”
“She won’t meet Narcissa. Too much bad blood between her and the Malfoys. She feels like targeting her is one thing but Malfoy going after her sister crossed a line.”
“You look out for her, don’t you?”
“Astoria?”
“Mhm.”
“When I can. She’s a sweet girl. I plan to keep her as far away from Draco as possible.”
“And you’re a good man, Harry,” Hermione whispered. She slipped her hand in his as they strolled onto the empty Main Street. Hogsmeade residents were either in their homes or at The Three Broomsticks for a quick breakfast before leaving for work.
“Will you tell this ‘good man’ the name of your crush?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
“We’re here,” Hermione said as they came to a halt in front of the open glass doors of the pub. She ignored his question. She wasn’t ready to have that conversation, especially not with him. “Madam Rosmerta!” she walked inside and waved at the buxom barmaid before Harry could press her anymore.
Rosmerta looked up from the table of rowdy banshees she was serving and smiled. “Hermione! Hello, Harry. It’s not a Hogsmeade weekend. What brings you here today?”
“We have a private meeting today. In parlor three, I think?” Harry said, going over what Daphne had told him in his mind to make sure he had the right room.
Rosmerta raised her eyebrows in surprise. “With Madam Bones?”
“She’s here too?”
“Yes. She’s meeting-”
“Nar-”
“My special guest,” Rosmerta interjected firmly. She gestured at the crowded club. “She’s a very private person, remember? But yes, they’re in parlor three. Come on.”
Harry and Hermione followed Rosmerta as she led them through the hallway going into the back of the building. The first two doors were closed but the third was ajar. She paused in front of it and raised her fist, rapping her knuckles on the polished wood.
“Come in!”
Rosmerta pushed open the door and stepped aside to make way for Harry and Hermione. Once they were in the cozy room she popped her head inside and smiled at the women seated on the armchairs by the blazing fire.
“Would you like me to get you anything Miss Black?”
“No, thank you,” the tall, statuesque blonde replied in a cultured voice. Everything about her, from her appearance to her way of speaking was refined and deliberate.
“What about you, Madame Bones?”
“I’m fine, Rosmerta. Just close the door on your way out and make sure nobody disturbs us.”
“Of course.” Rosmerta bowed her head and withdrew, shutting the door behind her.
“Please have a seat, Harry,” Narcissa murmured. She gestured at the empty couch placed in between Madam Bones’ armchair and her own. “I asked you to come alone but I see you’ve brought Miss Granger with you.”
“I trust her with my life,” Harry said coldly.
“Very well.” Narcissa shrugged carelessly. She raised the glass of firewhiskey in her hand to her lips and took a sip. “She can stay if you wish but it will be cramped.”
Harry frowned.
Cramped?
The room was huge. There was nowhere else to sit but the couch was of a decent size and could easily accommodate two people.
Harry realized that his assumption about the number of people that would be sitting on the couch was incorrect when the door on the far wall of the parlor opened and a girl walked into the room. She was tall and slender, nearly the same height as him. Her sleek black hair was secured in a high ponytail. Wisps escaped from the hairdo and framed her face, accentuating her sharp cheekbones and perfect jawline. Her intense, bright blue eyes looked Harry over once, twice, and finally a third time before she relaxed.
The Nordic beauty looped around the armchairs to grab the tumbler of firewhiskey from the drinks globe. She poured herself a drink, wordlessly walked over to the couch, and sat down at the end closest to Narcissa.
“I suppose introductions are in order.” Narcissa turned and looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow. “Do you plan to spend your entire time here standing, Lord Potter?”
“I’m not a Lord,” Harry muttered, squeezing in between Hermione and the mystery girl on the couch. He relaxed a little when Hermione reached out and patted his thigh reassuringly. The girl next to him sipped her firewhiskey and stared into the fire, acting like nobody else in the room existed.
“You will be one day. The day you turn twenty-one you will take your rightful place as Lord Potter and Black. You will be the father of the heirs to the Greengrass and Bones seats. A very powerful man.” Narcissa fished out a perfectly round green olive from the bowl in front of her and popped it into her mouth. “My mother taught me that it’s in one’s best interest to give a powerful man the respect they deserve, Lord Potter.”
“You didn’t give your husband the respect he supposedly deserved.”
“He’s not a powerful man,” Narcissa replied without missing a beat.
Next to Harry, Hermione snorted. She shot Madam Bones an apologetic smile and sunk into the soft couch to avoid looking at Narcissa. Looking at the beautiful woman meant dealing with her own conflicting feelings and it was getting harder and harder to hate Draco Malfoy’s mother, no matter how hard she tried.
“I can assure you, Lord Potter, that my husband got exactly what he deserved,” Narcissa said with a grim smile. “But we’re not here to talk about my failed marriage. That’s a conversation I’ll have with Madam Bones.”
“You brought me all the way here to talk about your failed marriage?” Amelia narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. “I’m not a couples therapist.”
“You are not.” Narcissa bowed her head in acceptance. “But you are a lawyer and a fine one at that. As Head of the DMLE, you also hold significant sway in Wizengamot. I don’t want you to bring us back together, Madam Bones. I want you to make sure the law recognizes we are no longer husband and wife.”
Amelia exhaled slowly and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table in front of her. She stared at Narcissa wordlessly for a few seconds, almost as if trying to determine whether the woman had gone insane.
“Let me get this straight. You want the Head of the DMLE to file and fight a divorce case. I’ll be the laughingstock of the Ministry!”
“On the contrary. Get me my divorce and every single person in the Ministry that is not in Lucius’ pocket will call you a genius.”
“Oh, they will?” Amelia asked sarcastically. “Why exactly will they do that?”
Narcissa’s smile widened and Harry could sense her guiding Madam Bones toward a big reveal, he just couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Perhaps I overestimated your skills as a lawyer,” Narcissa said, faking disappointment. “Can’t you see what’s right in front of you?”
“A woman who is testing my patience is in front of me, Miss Black,” Amelia growled.
“Have you forgotten that a wife can’t testify against her husband, Madam Bones? Imagine a world where you could use my testimony… my memories. Everything I’ve seen and everything that I know. And trust me, I’ve seen a lot.”
Madam Bones was too stunned to speak. She stared into the distance with wide eyes as her brain tried to process what Narcissa had just told her,
“I suspect Madam Bones needs a little time to process the implications of that so I suppose it’s your turn, Harry.” Narcissa turned in her armchair to look at him. “I have information about something that You-Know-Who desperately wants and about something that worries him. Nobody knows about this, not even Madam Bones. I will give you this information if you do something for me.”
“What?” Harry asked warily. Getting to know something that scared Voldemort was almost too good of an opportunity to pass up but he wasn’t going to commit to anything without knowing what Narcissa wanted in return.
“Katarina will be transferring to Hogwarts. Madam Bones will arrange it. She will have a mark on her back from her first day.”
“I don’t need-” Katarina growled but was silenced by a quick glare from Narcissa.
“You will take responsibility for her protection. You will excuse her quick temper and bad behavior. You will take care of her… almost as if she’s your girlfriend and you love her with all your heart,” Narcissa said with a thinly disguised smirk. “After all, I know you have recent experience in that area.”
“How do you know that?!” Madame Bones growled, snapping out of her reverie.
“I have my sources. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Draco. Not that it matters much anyway, I’m told the not-so-real love hasn’t remained not-so-real anymore,” Narcissa said with a smirk. She leaned back into her chair and sipped from her glass, enjoying the chaos she had created.
Madame Bones looked at Harry with raised eyebrows while Katarina whirled around and fixed a murderous glare on him, almost as if she was warning him not to get similar ideas when it came to her.
Harry ignored them all and turned to Hermione.
“It’s up to you,” Hermione responded with an apologetic smile. “How badly do you want that information on Voldemort?”
“Oh, darling, I think he’d give up his left arm and leg to protect you and those precious girls. Do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal,” Harry said with a tired sigh. “What’s the information?”
“The Dark Lord wants something from the Ministry.” Narcissa paused and took a sip. “Desperately. He told Lucius to do whatever was necessary to get it.”
“So he’ll just bribe someone and get it. How is this useful information?” Amelia challenged.
“It’s useful because Unspeakables are infuriatingly incorruptible. Lucius told Nott to do whatever it took to get access to the Department of Mysteries but Nott’s best… well it’s just not enough. They didn’t have it when I left and I doubt they have it now.”
“We can use it as bait,” Harry muttered, the gears turning in his head. “If not for him, at least for some of his followers.”
Amelia looked at Harry and cracked a smile. “Ever thought about being an Auror, Harry?”
“Fake Professor Moody suggested it last year.”
“You’d make a damn good one.”
“I’m sure he will,” Narcissa interjected with a playful smile. “But doesn’t Mr. Auror here want to know the second piece of information?”
“Something he’s afraid of. Right. What is it?”
“It’s not something he’s afraid of. It’s something he’s worried about. The Dark Lord Crucioed Lucius for five full minutes when he heard that Dumbledore had seen the item in question. He doesn’t want anyone to know about it, and you have to wonder why.”
“What is it?” Amelia asked.
“Oh, it’s something Harry’s quite familiar with. Remember Lucius’ little diary, Lord Potter?”
Notes:
How long do you think I should torture poor Susan before she gets what, or shall I say, who she wants? Poor girl is down bad for Harry and can you blame her with dreams like these? Katarina will be my first pure OC and I am excited to create her character for your enjoyment! Let me know what you think about her and what you hope to see from her character! And Narcissa. Oh, Narcissa! After Daphne, she is probably my favorite character to write. Maybe I do have a type when it comes to muses.
