Albus Dumbledore had tasked several portraits around the castle to keep him abreast of any developments between two particular students and the resident of one of the portraits in the library had very favorable news to share.
He listened to Madam Bellamy who informed him about Harry's interaction with Susan Bones in the library.
According to her, the two students had spent a significant amount of time together in the library and he was happy to hear that there was finally some progress on that front. He had his doubts that perhaps Harry would not be confident enough to use underhanded tactics of this nature but he was relieved to be proven wrong. It seemed the boy was slowly learning the importance of doing what was necessary for the greater good.
All he hoped was for things to develop well between the two since several of his plans hinged on a successful relationship between them.
Contrary to what he had told Harry, freeing Sirius was not the only benefit they could derive from this endeavor. Simply getting in touch with Amelia Bones was not the only thing he wanted to achieve using this relationship between him and the woman's niece. Although it was important to inform her about the truth of Sirius Black, the only way the woman would ever trust information of such magnitude was if it came from someone close to her niece, and hopefully the niece herself.
Additionally, Harry's relationship with Susan Bones would establish him as a close associate of Amelia Bones, and their relationship would only grow with time. He believed it would not be long before the woman would start to consider Harry as part of the family, particularly if things grew serious between him and her niece.
It would be a massive boon to have the trust of the Head of the DMLE, and if he was predicting the political currents correctly, the next Minister for Magic.
Dumbledore was not delusional enough to believe that he could manipulate the woman. She was too shrewd and too distrustful of him to ever listen to anything he had to say. He regretted how things had unfolded with them but he could not waste time worrying about bygones.
However, having a voice so close to her, and someone who she implicitly trusted at that, was an asset Dumbledore coveted. Harry would be that asset, and it would benefit them all.
He knew he could have it all if he wished to. The seat of the minister would be his for the taking if he even hinted that he wanted it, but he had no desire to assume the post. There was power, and there was power. He knew the power he had at his disposal, and he knew he was perfectly positioned where he was right now.
Assuming the role of the minister would mean relinquishing the post of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and no was not senile to leave the place where every witch or wizard from the British Isles and sometimes even beyond spent the most important years of their magical lives.
As such, he was happy to pull the strings from the shadows to shape the landscape of the Wizarding World, trying to align it to the best vision he could hope for. It was a daunting task filled with challenges, but he relished the experience. He hoped that Harry would soon grow and understand the thrill as well.
Speaking of Harry, he had heard of his various exploits around the castle with a certain French champion, and he was flummoxed as to what he should make of it. He could understand his motivation, purely from the physical perspective, but he hoped there was more to it than mere attraction and carnal pleasure. Furthermore, he trusted Harry to understand the priority here, which was a relationship with Susan Bones.
The boy might be at that age but he trusted him to behave with maturity when the situation called for it.
Little did he know the boy he had such grandiose plans for was happily enjoying the pleasures of life.
"Ugh… fuck…" Harry grunted, feeling the incredible tightness of Rosie's throat around his cock as she eagerly sucked him off like a pro. Her pretty eyes were filled with lustful amusement as she stared at him through her thick eyelashes. Bent over in front of him on her elbows and knees, the voluptuous blonde had chosen a brilliant pose to rouse him awake in the morning.
Her plump rear was hiked high in the air, a little over an arm's reach from him, and Harry eagerly enjoyed the sight as she deepthroated him.
"Merlin, I could get used to this," he groaned, loving how her throat accommodated his cock. Her sinful lips sucked hard, her tongue lapping away around his girth, as she moved her head back and forth, plunging her mouth hard and fast onto his cock.
She pulled back with a wet pop, furiously stroking his length as she replied sultrily, "That's the plan. Get you so addicted you never want to leave my bed."
Harry chuckled as he pushed his hand through her lustrous blonde strands, wrapping her hair in a fist as he slowly guided her back onto his cock. Rosie eagerly complied, and Harry groaned as he felt the familiar warmth of her mouth around him.
"Trust me, it's not even that hard of a task for you. I could seriously get used to this. Sadly, I have several other commitments as well," he chuckled.
Rosie moaned around his length as she sucked, and Harry hissed when she ran her nail along his balls before she cupped them and gave a firm squeeze.
"Don't you worry though, I plan to keep nailing you down," he assured her with a grunt, sighing when she relaxed her hold on his balls and squeezed gently. "Ahh, much better."
He felt her push back against his hold and relaxed, allowing her to pull off.
"I want you in me," she said and quickly turned around, presenting her rear for him. Harry reached out and ran a finger along her slit, rubbing his fingers slick with her juices, and sucked. Rosie grinned nastily. "Go on. I know you want to."
Harry pushed her forward and assumed his place behind her, slapping the head of his prick against her wet and awaiting pussy.
"You know me so well already," he remarked as he pressed against her. The head popped in, making her moan in approval as she kept staring at him over her shoulder.
"Give it to me, Harry," she called out.
Harry grabbed her by the hips and pushed forward. Rosie groaned in approval as she felt him enter, sliding past her vaginal lips until he was firmly lodged deep inside her.
"Ahh… yesss…" she moaned. "Go on, fuck me."
"Gladly," Harry grinned and pulled back before he slammed forward, and Rosie cried out in elation. In no time, he had a familiar rhythm developed and he continued to ram away inside her at a fast pace, fucking her into the bed in the early hours of the morning.
The bed creaked and groaned under their furious fucking, and the sound was accompanied by their combined moans and grunts intermixed with the slapping of their skin against each other.
"Oh fuck yes!" Rosie cried out. "Oh I love how you fuck me, you stud! Yes!"
"I… ugh… I love how you feel as well, Rosie," Harry grunted, rapidly drilling into her.
"You're so fucking huge, Harry! Merlin, I can feel you… uhh yeah… ohh… hitting my… ugh… my womb! Fuck!"
Harry breathed harshly as he gave it to her, relentlessly driving into her. His fingers sank into the pillowy flesh of her arse where he was grabbing her. Her hands had long given away and she was lying on the bed, arse high in the air, as he had his way with her.
"Just keep fucking me and you can have whatever you want to know from me," she moaned. "Just never stop."
"It's as you said, Rosie," Harry replied, panting. "This is the best mode of payment ever. I'd be a fucking fool to give this up for anything!"
"You… fuck… you really know how to please an old woman, don't you?"
"Heh," Harry chuckled. "Old? You've looked into the mirror, woman? You're a fucking bombshell if I've ever seen one! All those old bastards and teenage dumbasses want to pork you at least once!"
Rosie clenched her inner walls around him, making him grunt. He knew what she was doing, and there was no way he was going to cum before her. He reached forward and grabbed her hair in a fist, and Rosie cried out as he pulled her upright, grabbing her around her midriff as he drilled into her. One hand held her breast, squeezing harshly, while the other dropped and started to furiously stroke her clit.
"AHH FUCK! Morgana's tits, you cheating bastard," She cried out, making him chuckle. "Ohh… I know. They can keep wanting. I ain't letting no one in here but you. Those losers can only dream what you have!"
"And there's that barmaid's charm, saying all the right things," Harry grinned as he leaned forward, sucking and licking along the side of her neck. His hands furiously pinched and stroked her nipple and clit respectively, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm.
Rosie was in heaven and one that she never wanted to get out of. She loved the feel of his massive rod plundering her depths as he stimulated her with such expertise that she felt he knew more about her body than she had ever known. In such a short period, he had made her believe that no other man could hold a cake to him, and if she ever tried any other partner, it would only result in a massive disappointment.
She could feel her orgasm approaching her at a breakneck pace and she clenched hard around him. The grunt he let out against her skin made her smirk and she panted as he had his way with her.
She loved how he dominated her, and she could not describe the sheer satisfaction she felt when she realized sex with Harry Potter was even better than she could have ever imagined. Earlier, she had tried to seduce him only because of who he was, hoping that he would be a good shag. What she had experienced had far exceeded her expectations.
It did not take long for her to go over the edge, and she cried out loud as her orgasm crashed through her. Her whole body seized up before she shuddered violently, clenching hard around his girth as she came. Waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed through every nerve of her being as she rode out her climax, as intense and powerful as any other this magnificent fucker had triggered.
Harry held her tightly throughout her orgasm, and once he felt she had regained control, he began to furiously and mercilessly rut inside her, uncaring of anything but chasing his pleasure. He loved how she moaned and cried as he fucked her, constantly urging him to take her harder—a request he readily obliged. He ravaged her, pushing her on her front and furiously hammering into her in a speedbump.
It did not take long for him to reach his climax and he erupted inside her with a powerful thrust, grunting as the head of his cock expanded and shot load after load of his thick, hot, and potent cum deep inside her.
Rosie moaned in pleasure at the feeling of his warm spunk splattering her insides, and all the furious fucking culminated in a second orgasm that tore through her. She clenched the bedsheet in a vice, biting hard onto the fabric to stave off her loud wails, as she came around him for the second time, clenching hard and striving to coax out as much of his cum as she could.
Breathing harshly, Harry lowered himself gently over her back as he held himself steady against her. His face was buried in her sweaty hair right over her shoulder as his hands held hers over her head, their fingers interlaced.
"Morgana, that was something…" she gasped, groaning when he slowly pulled out of her. She could feel their combined juices leaking out of her pussy and she clenched herself hard, trying to keep as much of it inside her as she could.
Harry assumed his place to her left and turned her so that he was spooning her from behind. Burying his face in her hair, he breathed in her flowery scent mixed with the sweat from all their morning exertion.
"Yeah," he muttered, giving her tits a firm squeeze. "Yeah, it was."
-Break-
The fact that Rita Skeeter was an animagus was a brilliant start. It told him how she was able to get her scoops. He could easily detect if she was hiding around him with the help of the revealing spell, which meant his worries could rest from now on.
Alas, it did not help him in any way when it came to others, and Hagrid in particular. His friend had still not shown his face to anyone since that article had come out, and Harry would be lying if he said he was not concerned.
He had deliberated over this matter for a while, and finally, after all his attempts at contacting him had been in vain, he was forced to approach the only person who could perhaps coax his idiot friend out of his self-imposed house arrest.
"Licorice Crush."
The gargoyle guarding the office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts leapt to the side and Harry ascended the staircase. He knocked on the massive door and entered once he heard the lock click.
Dumbledore was sat in his chair, staring at him with his usual smile, and Harry walked over, taking a seat.
"How long is Hagrid going to keep moping about in his house?" He asked without preamble, earning a sigh from the old wizard.
"You know how he is, Harry. Hagrid might not look like it, but he has a gentle heart. I cannot imagine it being easy for him to see those words written about him. Words that, I must add, have been easily believed by the masses."
Harry sighed.
"I know it's hard, but it's been days now since that article came out. Surely he could at least talk to me if he doesn't want to come out of his house," he said desperately.
Dumbledore frowned.
"Do you recall what was said in that article, Harry? About you and Hagrid?"
"That I might be a dark wizard who is building his own army of giants and Hagrid is helping me with that? It was something along those lines. I don't remember that crap too well. You can't tell me he truly believes that farce!"
"He doesn't," Dumbledore shook his head. "But I believe Hagrid feels it would further tarnish your name if you were seen associating with him."
"That's bullshit!"
"Language, Harry," Dumbledore reprimanded gently before he sighed. "It might sound rather hyperbolic to you but I would not put it past Hagrid to truly think it would happen."
"I can't believe this…" Harry muttered.
"Allow him some time, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Let him process this at his own pace. He will come around. He's been through a lot more."
That was true, Harry supposed, but there was something else at play here that Dumbledore either didn't know about or had completely brushed off. It had to do with a certain headmistress of Beauxbatons who had rejected Hagrid after the poor man had inadvertently insulted her. He had thought that Madame Maxime was also a half-giant like him and the woman was in no mood to tolerate it.
He knew Hagrid had feelings for the woman… feelings that would forever be unrequited now after that blunder, and it was also playing a role in making him stay confined to his house.
Harry knew he could do nothing about that predicament.
"I guess," he replied, sighing. "I'll see myself out then."
"How are things going with Miss Bones, Harry?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.
Harry frowned as he stared at the Headmaster.
"I don't think anything is going on right now, sir," he replied. "We talked for a little bit in the library yesterday and that's it."
He was in no mood to tell the headmaster about what the girl had gone through during the Yule Ball, or what the twins had done to that prat from Durmstrang.
"I see," Dumbledore mused. "I do not need to tell you how important this task is for Sirius' freedom, Harry."
"I know," Harry replied promptly. "I'm… I'm working on it, okay?"
Dumbledore nodded and watched Harry as he turned around and walked out of the office.
-Break-
Meeting Dumbledore had yielded no fruits, which meant he had two choices. He could either listen to Dumbledore and let Hagrid take his time, or he could remain persistent and hope that the man would respond to the dozens of missives he had sent him.
Or perhaps he could do something about that article…
Harry was still disgusted with Rita Skeeter. That woman cared for nothing as long as she got her scoop. People could have their lives destroyed and their hard-earned reputations torn to smithereens if it meant she could sell her vile lies or half-truths.
He had not forgotten the series of articles she had published about him ever since he had been selected for this tournament.
Earlier, he had been a child with delusions of grandeur who was punching above his weight. One who cried every night wondering if his parents would be proud of him for the foolish choice he had made.
After his performance in the first task, he transformed into a dark wizard overnight. One who had employed vile magic to get rid of the darkest wizard to emerge since Grindelwald. One who could potentially be even more vile than him.
And now, he was an aspiring Dark Lord who had befriended a half-giant to follow in the previous Dark Lord's footsteps of commanding a giant army to wreak havoc on the British Isles.
He might have laughed those articles off in front of the masses but he had by no means forgotten them. Rita Skeeter had been on his shit list for quite a while now, and he had already been hoping to destroy her. This attack on Hagrid had been the final straw.
He was determined to nullify the woman, and if circumstances worked in his favor, he would perhaps come out of this situation with more than he had expected.
Harry walked into the library and immediately made his way over to the secluded corner where he had taken to sitting. He ignored the gazes directed his way by the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students who were present there and procured the books he wanted to peruse.
All the books detailing animagi. It was not a common topic and as such, there were not many. Yet, Harry was hopeful that he could find something.
One described what an animagus was and the process of becoming one, and Harry skipped the entire portion to read through the pages that dealt with either combating an animagus or forcing a reverse transformation. He had seen Sirius cast the spell on Pettigrew back in the Shrieking Shack but he believed more information could come in handy.
Once he was done, he put the book to the side and grabbed the second one. It was a thin book that he discovered was magically enchanted to be self-updating. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the book listed the names of every animagus registered in each of the ICW nations.
Skipping past most of the countries, he examined the names of witches or wizards from Wizarding Britain who had been registered as animagi. They were listed by their names and their dates of registration. There had only been a couple dozen animagi ever since the registration system was introduced back in 1860, which stood as a testament to how rare it was for a witch or a wizard to undertake the efforts it required to become one.
Professor McGonagall was listed as a tabby cat, and Harry discovered she had been registered back when she had been a student at Hogwarts. It made him curious about his father and Sirius, and Harry quickly read through the names. He frowned when he saw they were not registered as animagi.
'Maybe they thought the skill would come in handy during the war if they kept it a secret,' he theorized, nodding. 'But they took a massive risk.'
He had not missed the name Patricia McManners who had a note by her name, saying 'Incarcerated in Azkaban for non-registration'. His father and Sirius had indeed taken a massive risk.
McGonagall was the penultimate name on the list of registered animagi, with the last person registered as an animagus being a woman named Rebecca Harlow who also had the form of a cat.
Done with that book as well, Harry shut it and put it aside as well.
The third and final book was also one depicting the process of becoming an animagus, albeit by a different author, as well as several other human transfigurations. Harry decided to get it checked out. Something in there might help him out with the second task in the Black Lake.
He got up from his seat and walked over to the rack he had pulled the books out from when suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened and he quickly dropped the books on the nearest table. Snapping the second book open, he turned the pages furiously until he was reading through the names of registered animagi once again.
He meticulously scanned the list, searching for a certain someone, and his eyes widened when he found no mention of it. He whipped his wand out and placed the tip on the book.
"Quaerere Rita Skeeter," he intoned under his breath. The book remained still, and a triumphant gleam entered his eyes.
'Well, well, well… what do we have here?' he thought vindictively as he stared at the note by the name of Patricia McManners once again.
Rita Skeeter was not a registered animagus, at least as per this self-updating book, and non-registration was punishable with incarceration in Azkaban. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Skeeter would not want anyone to know she was a beetle animagus. It would make her task of snooping around all the more challenging, and she was such a small creature that the chances of her being found out were very slim as long as she was not caught in the act.
Unfortunately, she had been caught by a certain someone who had told him about it, and now he knew that she was unregistered as well.
Finally, he had his hands on something he could hold over that vile woman. He could not imagine Skeeter would be too keen to go to Azkaban, which meant he had a significant amount of power over her.
The more he thought about it, the more options he could see in front of him. It wasn't as if the woman had ever made any friend who could help her out of the sticky situation she now found herself in. On the contrary, he imagined there would be several people, and in powerful positions at that, who would love nothing more than to get rid of a pesky bug like her.
Harry knew the power he had in his hands now, but there was something else he needed to confirm before he rushed things and botched everything. He needed to make sure she was truly unregistered, and that there had not been any change to the law governing the registration of animagi.
The Animagi Registry, he discovered in the book, was under the Improper Use of Magic Office within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
As he read it, a smirk grew on his face and he shut the book. He put the books back where he had picked them out and took the final one over to Madam Pince to get it checked out.
The strict librarian of Hogwarts eyed him keenly for a second or two before she took care of the procedure, and with a respectful nod, Harry walked out of the library.
"Improper Use of Magic Office, huh?" He muttered under his breath. "Guess I'll pay them a visit."
-Break-
The Three Broomsticks was brimming with patrons when Harry entered, and Rosie immediately looked over. A grin overtook her features as their eyes locked and she winked.
Harry smiled at her and walked over to the bar.
"A bit greedy today, aren't we?" She teased, leaning against the counter. Harry unabashedly eyed her magnificent cleavage on display before giving her an amused stare.
"How can a bloke resist a sight like that?"
"I'm sure it's only the sight the bloke enjoys," she retorted, smirking. "Sorry to say but the bloke will have to wait a few hours. This lady here is still occupied with her work."
"I didn't come for that, Rosie," he chuckled. "Need to use the floo."
"Go right ahead," she nodded toward the fireplace. "And I got a little news for ya. Thought you might be interested."
Harry raised an enquiring eyebrow, sighing when she kept quiet.
"Greedy minx," he muttered under his breath, making her chuckle. "I'll be back with the payment."
"I'll be eagerly waiting," she replied, smirking.
Harry shook his head and walked over to the fireplace. He stepped inside and saw Rosie wink at him as he dropped the floo powder.
The world warped around him and he bypassed several fireplaces before he emerged right into the ministry foyer. Ministry employees were darting about hurriedly and Harry quickly made his way over to where he knew the main entrance was. He was aware of the eyes on him and knew that soon, more people would know he was here, and probably Skeeter as well.
He was counting on that fact. She would either think nothing of it, or she would be curious as to why he had visited the ministry. If she happened to suspect the reason behind his visit, then it was all the better. If she did, it would fill her with nothing but nervousness and fear. He did not think she would be able to connect the dots though.
He pushed those thoughts out of his mind and walked forward, distastefully eyeing the massive statue in the middle. It depicted a witch and wizard as absolute beings with several magical creatures staring up at them with worship and adoration in their eyes. It made for a very narcissistic image and Harry quickly walked past it.
There were a couple of guards at the entrance where they checked wands, and Harry saw recognition flash in their eyes as he handed his wand over.
"Purpose of visit, Mr. Potter?"
"DMLE," Harry replied. "Improper Use of Magic office."
The man at the desk nodded as he handed his wand over along with a tag.
"Please keep that tag on at all times while you're in the ministry."
Harry nodded and walked past the checking point. The office he intended to visit had been mentioned on the tag along with the level and the room it was situated in.
He did not have to descend much lower and he stepped out of the elevator at Level 2. The entire level concerned the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and he walked forward.
Spotting the number 11, Harry walked over and knocked politely on the door. A blonde, middle-aged witch gazed up from her spot nearest to the door and her eyes widened at the sight of him.
"May I come in?"
"Mr. Potter. Yes, do come in. Please have a seat."
Harry smiled at the woman and took a seat.
"I'm Mafalda Hopkirk. I'm the assistant here. How may I help you?"
Harry recognized the woman as the one who had sent that letter back when Dobby had used the hover charm after his first year.
"Good to finally meet you in person, Madam Hopkirk," Harry smiled. "There are a few questions I have which I hope your department can provide answers for."
"If this is about the warning issued to you two years ago, then you should know that the record has been rectified after Dobby the elf's confession, Mr. Potter," the woman replied.
"Thank you for that," Harry nodded. "I was actually wondering if I could query you a bit on human transfigurations and the legality around the subject."
The woman nodded and gestured for him to continue.
"As you know, the Triwizard Tournament is underway and I am representing our country," Harry said, making the woman smile.
"We did watch your performance. It was truly impressive."
"I'm sure a lot of opinions were reversed after that task," Harry smirked. "Anyways, I'm wondering what the legal implications would be if I were to, say, perform a partial transfiguration on myself to get past a challenge in the rest of the tasks. Is there anything I should keep in mind?"
"There are regulations surrounding human transfiguration, Mr. Potter, but they govern only two types of individuals," the woman replied. "Animagi and Metamorphs. As per law, people who achieve an animagus transformation are required to get themselves registered as one within fifteen days of a successful transformation, failing which they shall be sentenced to Azkaban for a period not less than 90 days which may exceed to 3 years based on the delay or the facts of the case. On the other hand, metamorphs are people born with the ability at birth and they are registered right at birth, so those regulations are not breached."
Harry nodded. The woman knew the word of the law very well.
"I see. So I have nothing to worry about as long as I'm not an animagus, right?"
"If you are performing human transfiguration on another person, then you need to obtain due permission from our Office or the DMLE itself. Other than that, there is no regulatory requirement."
"I see," Harry muttered. "I am thinking about becoming an animagus, so thank you for clearing that up. I'm curious about something though. How does the department keep check on who truly is an animagus?"
The woman sighed.
"It is like any crime, Mr. Potter. We do not know until there is a report or a detection. In the history of the Animagus Registry, only one woman has been discovered to have been an unregistered animagus, and it was all the way back in the 19th century. We know there might be other unregistered animagi out there but there is no way for us to confirm as long as they are not detected or reported."
"Don't worry, I'm not planning to hide it if I do become an animagus," he chuckled.
"I would sure hope you won't," she smiled. "Is there anything else?"
"Ah, yes," Harry nodded. "Is the registry public?"
"Indeed, it is," the woman nodded. "You can find a self-updating book in any bookstore or a library. I remember the Hogwarts library has one too. It is important for the public to know that someone is an animagus for obvious reasons."
"Naturally," Harry nodded, watching as the woman procured a familiar-looking book from the shelf behind her.
"This is what it looks like," she said, holding out the book for Harry who took it.
"Oh wow, it has names from all ICW nations," he remarked.
"Indeed. It is required by the regulations."
Harry nodded and saw that just like the one at Hogwarts, Skeeter's name was nowhere mentioned in this book as well.
'And that's I believe what they call a checkmate, Miss Skeeter,' he thought with a smirk.
He handed the book over to the woman who put it back on the shelf.
"Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Potter?" She asked politely.
Harry shook his head with a smile.
"That is all. Thank you for clarifying my doubts, Madam Hopkirk. I know I could've gotten this information from a book in the library but I thought getting the confirmation from the department itself was more prudent."
"Think nothing of it, Mr. Potter. It's an honor to help someone who is representing our country," she smiled.
"Good day, Madam Hopkirk," he smiled and stood up, and the woman followed suit. They shook hands and exchanged a nod before Harry turned around to walk away.
He had just stepped out of the room when suddenly, a figure collided with him. Harry grunted as he was sent sprawling on his back, hitting the floor hard, and his breath was knocked out of him when a weight landed all over his front. He groaned, dazed, as the figure on top of him moaned in pain.
"Morgana's tits, can't see where you're walking?" The figure whom he recognized, both from voice and touch, as a woman, groaned from atop him, and Harry blearily opened his eyes. He felt her push herself upright on her arms, hovering over him, as he gazed into a pair of gray orbs framed by a curtain of, he surprisingly noticed, long blue hair.
Their faces were inches away as they gazed at each other in surprise before the woman caught her bearings.
"Oh fucking hell!" She cried out and got off him with enough force to make him grunt. Harry coughed as he gingerly stood back up, watching the woman scramble about as she collected the items she had dropped off due to their collision.
Suddenly, she fixed him with a firm stare and hissed, "The hell you looking at? Help me with this mess!"
Harry hurriedly dropped to his knees and started to pick up the items.
"Make sure you don't screw up anything, you hear me?" She warned. "These are all going straight to Madam Bones. She's personally going to look over everything. I'll tell her you screwed up with evidence if there's anything wrong."
Harry's hands froze as her words registered with her. This was evidence, and Amelia Bones was going to examine each and every single item.
There was quite a collection, and also a few vials that must be charmed unbreakable. Those were most definitely memory vials.
He acted before he knew what he was doing. Glancing around to make sure no one was looking, he silently conjured a vial and charmed it to be unbreakable. He immediately pressed his wand against his temple, pulling out a certain memory from his third year in its entirety. Quickly, he deposited the memory strand in the vial and corked it up.
The blue-haired woman who he could only assume was an auror was frantically looking for items she might have missed as Harry walked over with all the evidence he had collected. She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and gestured for him to drop it all in the basket.
"Is that all?" She asked curtly.
"All I could find," he nodded.
She looked around once again and found nothing else. She let out a relieved sigh before fixing him with a firm stare.
"Look where you're walking from now on. I'm a good person so you're let off easily. Anyone else would've reacted much worse," she said curtly.
Harry fixed her with a disbelieving stare when she suddenly yelped as her medallion glowed.
"Oh shoot, no time to chit-chat. Bye, whoever you are, and you better watch where you're going from now on."
All Harry could do was stare in disbelief at the woman who rushed in the opposite direction before he shook his head and walked toward the exit.
The entire encounter had been surreal. The woman had not recognized him, and he had never seen her before either. However, he had to admit something to himself. Whoever she was, she was bloody hot.
TBC.
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