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Power Plays Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2022-08-26 17:42:18 +0000 UTCAN: Hello everyone, and thank you for being my Patrons. I've been busy preparing new stories to start posting in the coming months, and I wanted to give you all a preview of one of these potential stories. This untitled fic is a post-war story that focuses on Harry trying to reform the Ministry of Magic from within. To do this, he has begun tapping into his Slytherin side, making political plays against those above him, and sleeping with many witches in order to see his goals met.
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Power Plays:
“It’s been five long years since the Battle of Hogwarts!” Kingsley Shacklebolt’s booming voice rang out through the Atrium at the British Ministry of Magic. Thousands of witches and wizards had gathered here together on this most historic of days as they remembered all those who had been lost not only in the Battle, but throughout the entire Second Wizarding War. And now, they were all looking up to him for guidance as the British Minister of Magic.
Kingsley took a moment to stare out at all of those faces. Men, women, and children who had all gone through the most tumultuous event in recent British history were hanging on every word of his. Even the foreign dignitaries, visitors from America, France, Japan, Germany, they were all looking at him with interest. During the war, the British isles had been locked down and only a very limited amount of information had slipped through its borders. Now that all of the stories had been told to a worldwide audience, every government knew just how bad it had been in Britain. None of them wanted to go through something similar, so they were coming here, looking for preemptive advice. Kinglsey offered what suggestions he could, but he wasn’t the expert in stopping dark witches and wizards.
No, that honor went to Harry Potter.
Kinglsey glanced to the side of the makeshift stage. All of his Department Heads were here alongside his Senior Undersecretary, but the man of the hour was still missing.
Clearing his throat, Kingsley looked back out at the sea of faces. “In times of tribulations, the mettle of a people is tested. What matters most is not how they get knocked down. No . . . what matters most is how they stand back up the face of overwhelming adversity and prove to everyone that they will not back down. All of us lost friends, family in the war.”
Kingsley paused for a moment. He could see people nodding their heads in the crowd, a few tears being spilled. It was important that they had a second to reflect on this, to really understand just how far they’d all come.
“We weathered those losses, and we did so bravely.” A lie for most people, but one they needed to hear. Britain was in a process of rebuilding. Even though many had simply caved to the pressure of the Death Eaters, there was no sense in bringing that point up now. Let them all believe themselves brace so that, in the future, they may choose to do the right thing. “And we came back to defeat Voldemort and his followers!”
Even though the man had been dead for five years, and despite the best efforts of the Ministry to curtail any superstition around his name, most of the crowd still cringed at hearing “Voldemort.” It was understandable given the taboo, but they needed to know that Voldemort was never returning. Harry saw to that.
Speaking of him, Kingsley glanced back to the side of the stage. Still no Potter. Tiberius Ogden, one of Dumbledore’s greatest supporters and now Kingsley’s Senior Undersecretary, gave the slightest shake of his head towards Kingsley.
Damn, Kingsley thought to himself, where could Harry be?
Alright, time for the backup speech, Kingsley decided. But just as he was opening his mouth to speak, he heard a wave of murmurs run through the crowd. He didn’t even need to turn to know who had just arrived.
“And now, a word from the man who put an end to the Second Wizarding War, Senior Auror Harry Potter!” Kingsley boomed, sweeping his arm wide to introduce Harry Potter.
Dressed in his finest Auror robes, Harry Potter didn’t look a day older than he had when he killed Voldemort. He still had the same unruly black hair, though it had been cut a bit shorter recently, and the same wire-frame glasses. He had filled out some though, a benefit of a stable society and employment as an Auror. Harry still had the same natural charm he always had as he waved out at the cheering crowd. It was good to see him break out of his shy shell and become more confident and outgoing in who he was.
Harry clasped Kingsley’s outstretched hand in a tight grip and Kingsley pulled the man in for a quick hug. “You’re late,” Kingsley whispered jokingly into Harry’s ear.
As Harry pulled back from the hug, Kingsley wasn’t surprised to see the amused sparkle in the man’s eyes. “I think I came just in time.”
Kingsley stepped away from the podium and started clapping along with the audience as Harry stepped up to the front of the stage. He certainly knew how to work a crowd, and everyone was eating it up.
It did Kingsley proud to see Harry come so far from the young, scrawny kid he first met at his aunt and uncle’s house all those years ago. Him and Harry had certainly had their issues over the years, mainly since Harry started working at the Ministry, but Kingsley was happy to be able to call Harry a friend.
“Potter! Potter!” The crowd chanted.
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“Potter!” Nymphadora Tonks screamed as she came around his cock. Her arms flung out wildly, knocking various papers, folders, and knick-knacks off of Harry’s desk. If it wasn’t for the privacy charms he had installed around his private office, he was sure that everyone in the Auror department would have been able to hear every word that had been screamed over the last twenty minutes.
As she lost herself to her second orgasm of the session, Tonks’ usual firm control over her Metamorphmagus abilities slipped. Her natural mousy brown hair color shifted to a bright red, the ultimate sign of the pleasure she was feeling.
Feeling her tight pussy contract around him, Harry slowed his movements and took a moment to appreciate the beautiful witch who was lying on her front atop his desk.
Tonks, a long-time friend, former mentor of his here at the Auror Department, and mother of his godson, Teddy, was a wonderful delight to have in his life. Given his closeness to her and Teddy, she had moved back in to Grimmauld Place with him since her husband Remus Lupin died in the Battle of Hogwarts. After a couple years of loneliness, Tonks decided to start dating again. After one too-many bad dates without a satisfying end, Tonks had joked that she should just sleep with Harry since there was no way he could run out on her like so many of the other men did once they learned that she was a single mother.
Ever since that night three years ago, Tonks had been a regular companion in Harry’s bed, office, and anywhere else they felt like shagging. They weren’t exclusive, both of them knew that, but Tonks seemed happy for Harry to be the only man in her life.
And she showed that happiness through sex.
With her Metamorphmagus talents, Tonks was able to make any fantasy come to life. Even more than that, she was able to manipulate her body so that her pussy was tighter than any virgins and could take Harry’s large cock without any issues.
Tonks finally came down from her orgasm and got her hair back under control, shooting Harry a lecherous grin over her bare shoulder. “Your cock is just incredible,” she gushed. “How many witches do you have wrapped around your finger in the hopes that they can get another taste of it?
Not enough was the answer to that question. But that would soon change.
Grinning, Harry stretched and leaned over top of her so that he could give her a brief peck on the lips. “You’re not half-bad yourself,” he joked.
Tonks almost looked offended. “I’m bloody amazing!” To punctuate her point, she made her pussy constrict around Harry’s cock before it started to pulse and massage the head of Harry’s cock. “How could you live without me?”
Harry laughed and reeled his hips back before slamming into Tonks. She loosened the impossibly tight grip her pussy had on him to allow him his freedom of movement before letting out another loud moan as Harry filled her back up. “I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life,” Harry admitted as he pounded Tonks’ pussy.
“Fuck,” Tonks hissed in pleasure as Harry went right back to his strong pace.
“You don’t know what you’d do without my cock in your life either, huh?” Harry teased.
Tonks bit her lower lip in thought, but she had to break away from the sexy pose when another moan spilt out through her lips. Harry’s hips smacked off her plump ass, sending a rippling wave through her flesh. “No, I don’t,” Tonks whimpered.
Damn right she didn’t. Harry leaned forward as he relentlessly made short, shallow thrusts into Tonks. “And you know what you need to do to Dawlish at the ceremony today, right?”
Tonks let out another cry of pleasure. “Let’s leave business talk until after this, Harry,” Tonks groaned.
As much as he wished he could, they were already running late. “I need your word you’ll do it, Tonks,” Harry told her.
She was hesitating . . . damn. She knew what needed to be done and still she wasn’t committing herself to it. The status quo held an allure too irresistible for most people to try to change it. Well, Harry wouldn’t let that stop him.
As Tonks was still mulling over all of the potential implications in her mind, Harry started to slow him movements.
“What are you-” Tonks’ pleading face looked back at him.
Harry came to a stop, his gleaming cock pulled halfway out of Tonks. “If you can’t do it, then I need to go find someone who can right now.”
Tonks grimaced under his even gaze. “Harry, it’s just . . . I mean-”
“No, Dawlish isn’t going after the dark artefacts in the manors of Voldemort’s old followers. We need to get rid of them now, and everyone knows it,” Harry explained exasperatedly. “Kingsley just doesn’t want to make a move to not rock the boat.”
“I know,” Tonks sighed. Harry knew she was on his side, she was just scared. Peace after a war is such a treasured thing, especially for those who lost someone. But even if starting back the old fights was going to damage that peace, it’d be worth it to make sure that another full-scale war didn’t start back up in twenty years.
The seconds trickled on before Tonks relented. “Alright,” she said, “I’ll do it.”
Harry smiled down at her. “It’s for the best,” he murmured as he went in for another kiss. His movement had the added bonus of pushing his cock back inside of her hot pussy. Tonks’ mouth opened in a soundless gasp of pleasure at being filled so suddenly, and that was when Harry latched his lips onto hers.
Tonks moaned into the kiss as Harry pounded her tight pussy over and over again. They only had a few more minutes before they absolutely had to go, and Harry was never one to leave a job half done. His thrusts became harder and harder until, finally, his ball tightened and he came inside of Tonks.
“Fuck!” Harry groaned as he slammed his hips forward, firing the last spurt of cum inside of her. When he was sated, he slumped back, slipping out of Tonks, and collapsed back into his chair.
Immediately, Tonks pushed herself off of Harry’s desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her lips found his cock and she started to lick him clean.
“Make sure he doesn’t see it happen,” Harry warned Tonks who simply nodded her head along as she licked her way up his shaft.
This was going to be dangerous in front of so many eyes; that was why Harry had to make sure that they were all on him.
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The crowd in the Atrium hung on Harry’s every word as he delivered the most impassioned speech he could.
“With all of the Auror Office’s hard work, I assure you that we will make sure that another dark witch or wizard will never reach the heights of Voldemort. We’ve all had enough loss in out lives.” Harry stated out into the audience, getting a gauge on their feelings. He had abandoned the podium, instead slowly pacing along the front of the stage, keeping everyone’s eyes focused on him.
“My parents gave their lives me, and I put mine on the line to stop Voldemort. But none of it was possible without the help of my friends and everyone else who took a stand against evil. Men like our Minister,” Harry said, stretching out an arm to gesture towards Kingsley who was standing at the side of the stage with his Department Heads. The crowd let out a burst of applause as Kingsley waved them off. “Men like him fought against evil.”
“Women, like Amelia Bones,” Harry’s other arm stretched out to the opposite side of the stage where the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement stood in front of a cadre of Aurors, Hit Wizards, and various other officials from the D.M.L.E’s divisions. Stern and solemn, Amelia dipped her head slightly as the crowd cheered once again. “Women like her pushed evil back and limited its contagion,” Harry continued.
As he spoke, he spotted Tonks making her way around the stage and over to the Department Heads. “All of us,” Harry shouted, throwing his hands up into the air and causing everyone’s eyes to swivel back to him. “Did what we could to stop the dark tide. And all of you helped us when we needed it. But now, it is time for our law enforcement department to take back the reigns and make sure that Britain is a safe place for all of us!”
Witches and wizards with cameras all rushed to take a photo of this historic moment. Flashes of light from their cameras went off one after another. There must have been dozens of them
Still glancing out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw the slightest frown cross Kingsley’s face before the man got his emotions under control. Those last few lines hadn’t been a part of Harry’s pre-approved speech, but they helped to serve his needs. Everyone’s eyes were on him and no one batted an eye at one more subtle flash of light that just so happened to come from Head Auror John Dawlish’s shoes.
Knowing that the job was done, Harry turned halfway away from the crowd and gestured around to the various members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. “Come on up everyone!” Harry called out. He turned over towards the Department Heads and looked directly at Dawlish. “The people of Britain should get a good look at their protectors! Let’s give them all a round of applause for the hard work they’ve been doing to keep our great country safe!”
The crowd cheered on, and a few of the more exuberant members of the crowd even shot up sparks into the air. Dawlish looked pissed—Harry knew he hated the spotlight—but he couldn’t refuse under all of the public pressure. Dawlish nodded towards the assembled Aurors, took a step forward, and-
Dawlish collapsed forward, crashing onto the stage with a hard thump. Harry was the first one over there, having already been moving the second Dawlish started to fall. It was a tricky bit of wandless magic, but Harry managed to quickly undo the man’s shoelaces which had been magically tied together before anyone could spot the obvious issue.
“Are you okay sir?” Harry asked loudly, knowing full well that the sonorous charm placed on his Auror pin on his lapel was transmitting every word to the assembled crowd. “Is it your knee again? I know its been giving you a lot of trouble lately and-”
“No,” Dawlish cut him off through gritted teeth. His face was red and he got to his feet very quickly, dusting off his fine robes. “I’m fine.”
“It’s okay if you need to take a rest, sir,” Harry insisted. “It must be hard keeping up after that curse-”
This time, Dawlish cut him off by simply walking past Harry towards the front of the stage where a few other members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had gathered. Harry trailed behind Dawlish, looking out onto the crowd for their reactions.
There were a few sympathetic faces to be sure, people who assumed the gaff was just an accident, but others seemed to think the whole thing was funny. Their laughter was apparent even through the cheering of the crowd. Harry could see the redness on Dawlish’s face starting to creep down his neck.
Harry let out a big grin as he stepped right up beside Dawlish, putting an arm around the man’s back as everyone leaned in together for a photograph from a reporter from the Daily Prophet. Everything had gone just the way he hoped it would. He just had to keep the pressure up.
One way or another, he’d seen Dawlish out of his role.
And when it came time to replace Dawlish as Head Auror, Harry would make sure that he was the only viable candidate.
