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Maturity of Magic Chapter 25
🕑 Added 2025-06-07 20:12:44 +0000 UTCAlbus Dumbledore studied the room as he walked into the silent chambers of the Wizengamot.
Fudge looked paler than ever before, like every breath was his last. The Minister’s career was over, everybody knew that, it was just a matter of time till a vote of no confidence was raised. The man’s ineptitude, and outright dismissal, in regards to Voldemort’s return had nearly brought the country to ruin. The scandals under Minister Fudge had simply been too numerous to count at that point, and it seemed the man had finally reached his expiration date.
Dumbledore’s gaze shifted to study the opposite side of the room from his own, hoping to catch a hint of their next move. The Dark faction, Voldemort’s followers, had only grown bolder in the past year. The return of their leader had given them a second wind of energy unseen since the war, and Albus could only speculate on what their goals were in the coming months.
Lucius Malfoy was still conspicuously missing, as he had not been seen in the Wizengamot for some time. His absence left the Dark faction temporarily leaderless, without adequate direction, as well as depriving Minister Fudge of his largest supporter. It left Dumbledore to wonder just what the Malfoy was up to, and if Voldemort had him running some secret errand Albus was unaware of.
He finally arrived in his spot at the center of the Light faction, his own party that he commanded since the defeat of Grindlewald. Their bench was deep, yet made up of smaller unknown Lords as well as Order of Merlin recipients that held little sway in the grand scheme of things. Each of their members held little political power compared to the likes of Malfoy, Selwyn, or Nott in the Dark faction, and yet Albus made do.
Alastor Moody and Arthur Weasley flanked his sides, their own gazes surveying the room much like his own.
“Fudge looks one foot out the grave.” Alastor noted. “It’s a disgrace he hasn’t resigned already.”
Albus couldn’t help but agree, knowing that Cornelius Fudge had given up his integrity long ago in pursuit of power and gold. The man still remaining in power after the Dark Lord’s return was confirmed only made him look worse, especially when Lucius Malfoy wasn’t present to support him.
“A Chief Warlock is needed to call a vote in order to remove him.” It went unsaid that Albus would be the one to take up such a position. From there the order of events for the meeting would fall into place.
“Bones is going to make a move.” Alastor grumbled, his spinning eye narrowing in on the DMLE director. “And I have a feeling we won’t like it.”
If people weren’t searching for Lord Malfoy in the crowd, or outright glaring at the bumbling Minister, then they were eyeing the DMLE director. Amelia Bones went from barely staying afloat and holding on to her position, to becoming the most popular woman in Magical Britain almost overnight.
The beautiful redhead sat in her spot like a queen, her legs stretched out and crossed as her arms rested comfortably on her lap. Her own faction surrounded her, previously neutral but now suddenly on the side of Harry Potter. The worst part was that her supporters cannibalized his own faction, claiming quite a few light Houses as Lords left to join her. Even some of the more darker leaning Houses joined her, led on by the tales of Harry Potter accepting wizarding traditions and taking pureblood wives and mistresses.
How did Harry fall so far from his grasp?
He stayed away from the boy because of Tom, fearing Voldemort was influencing the boy’s thoughts. And yet it seemed to have backfired on him spectacularly, but not exactly in the worst way possible.
Bones, Greengrass, Zabini, Delacour, and there might be more I don’t know about…
Was Tom using Harry to seduce all these women? Albus discarded the thought almost as soon as it came. Tom despised everything to do with love and relationships, while Harry seemed to be the exact opposite.
In fact, the boy’s actions were reminiscent to that of powerful wizards in the past. It used to be normalized that centennial Wizards that were influential and powerful would often take on multiple Witches as their lovers. At least until Dumbledore’s own generation, that is, with himself and Gellert being the exception. The both of them were not the type to chase after witches, and so the common practice of magical covens and harems fell into obscurity.
And yet Harry Potter came along and blindsided the Magical World, pulling out an ancient and archaic practice that hadn’t been seen in centuries. It threw the narrative of him being Albus Dumbledore’s puppet, and thus a wizard who despised wizarding traditions, into the bin. And that fact was only further emphasized by just who Harry was in a relationship with.
Is this the power the Dark Lord knows not? That question had rung through his mind like a rampaging bull ever since Harry’s lovers were revealed. It threw everything he believed about the prophecy into question, and Albus was beginning to wonder if his meddling had caused such an outcome.
In a strange sense, it wasn’t hard to imagine that him meddling with the Prophecy would change its interpreted outcome. Prophecies were infamously finicky, and could easily blow up in the faces of anyone who tried to meddle with them. And as Albus had tried to manipulate the Harry’s part in the prophecy to his own ends, it made sense that things would take such a drastic turn.
Love is the power the Dark Lord knows not.
It was that interpretation of the prophecy that likely led to Harry being with so many women, as it happened through the power of love. As for the women in question not aligning with Dumbledore’s own beliefs, he could only sigh and guess that was just the prophecy rubbing it in his face. And despite the likes of Amelia Bones being older, Albus could imagine most men falling in love with the two large sacks of flesh on her chest.
Why couldn’t Harry end up with a sweet girl like Hermione Granger? Albus could only shake his head at his own misfortune. I guess when it comes to Harry Potter, everything turns out the way you least expected.
Everyone had arrived in the Wizengamot chambers at that point, and yet the emergency meeting had yet to begin. Fudge certainly showed no interest in beginning it, likely wanting to delay his fate as long as possible, and without a Chief Warlock to intervene…
Amelia Bones suddenly stood, likely getting tired of waiting around, and the room went dead silent.
“As Head of the House of Bones, and Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I would like to introduce articles of impeachment against Minister Fudge.”
The Dark faction gave shouts of opposition while some of the minor Lords jeered at such a sudden turn. The Light faction, Dumbledore’s own, seemed to get over the fact it wasn’t himself who kicked off the meeting, as they yelled in support of the DMLE director.
“Hah!” Alastor laughed. “I guess that’s one way to start things off!”
All of them expected the emergency meeting to eventually go off the rails, and yet already things were beginning to get heated.
“Indeed.” Arthur Weasley grimaced. “I assume we’ll support removing Fudge then?”
Albus nodded, watching Cornelius Fudge as he trembled from his place in the Minister’s position. “W-What?! What nonsense is this?!”
“Nonsense?” Bones raised an unimpressed brow. “There is quite a lot of nonsense, as you put it, that has been brought to light pertaining yourself, Minister. Chief of which is that you’ve been derelict in your duty when it comes to the return of the Dark Lord Voldemort.”
Several winced, while Fudge looked as if his very soul had been sucked out of him before he managed to recompose himself. “L-Lies! That reporter, Rita Skeeter, is a sensationalist and a fraud! Nothing she ever says is true, least of all this! The Dark Lord is not back!”
The Dark faction nodded in conjunction to Fudge’s words, while Albus did his best not to groan. You’re just digging a deeper grave for yourself, Cornelius.
“Is that really not enough for you to step down, Minister?” Amelia’s voice was reminiscent of a shark who smelled blood in the water. “Perhaps I should also mention your deliberate sabotage of our magical law enforcement? The failure to act in the immediate aftermath of the Azkaban raid, choosing to instead shore up your own political position instead. I can even bring up the ongoing investigation into Dolores Umbridge and her illicit actions at Hogwarts, all of which took place under your command. So please, keep going, Minister.”
Fudge shivered, and looked ready to refute, but he soon backed down and withdrew, conceding defeat from her words like a beaten dog.
Albus coughed, seeing the perfect opportunity to chime in. “I believe that before we can vote, the Wizengamot must first declare new Chief Warlock to preside over this body.”
“Minister Fudge already holds such a position!” A yell came form the opposite side of the room.
“And you believe the Minister is impartial enough to preside over his own impeachment?” Augusta Longbottom shot back. “Hogwash! let’s just vote and get this over with! I call for Albus Dumbledore to return to his post as Chief Warlock!”
Heads nodded along his side of the room, while the opposing faction looked displeased at such a rapid turn of events.
“I’m afraid that Mister Dumbledore is too busy with his duties at Hogwarts to take up such a position.” A snide voice said, making those around Albus bristle at the disrespect.
Cantankerus Nott was the one who spoke, giving them a disgusting grin that exposed a mouth full of yellow teeth. Even Albus struggled not to let his disgust show, the Nott Lord being one of the few people he truly despised.
It seemed that with Lucius Malfoy missing, Lord Nott was doing his best to take up the man’s position as leader of the Dark faction.
“You don’t get to decide such a thing!” Arthur Weasley defended him.
“Ah, Weasley, always Dumbledore’s loyal dog. Too bad the position doesn’t pay well.”
Albus could hear Arthur’s teeth gritting in anger.
“The only rabid dog here is you, Nott.” Moody barked. “Did your Dark Lord send you in place of Malfoy today? I’m sure I’ll find out the whole story once I drag your sorry arse into an interrogation cell!”
Suddenly the entire room was on its feet, and shouts of anger filled the halls of the Wizengamot. Albus couldn’t help but sigh at Alastor’s harsh words, knowing that the man had only made the meeting that much more difficult with his threats. He had hoped to hold on to the high ground throughout the meeting, but that wouldn’t happen if an outright brawl started up.
For the first time since the trial of Barty Crouch Jr., it seemed that wands would be raised in the Wizengamot. It was all Albus could do to keep his own allies from throwing curses, while at the same time making sure none of Voldemort’s followers attacked first.
Cantankerus Nott was practically frothing at the mouth with fury, as his colleagues glared daggers at Alastor. “Why you- Blood traitors! The whole of you- You’ll all get what you deserve!”
“Not if I get you first!” Moody yelled back. “Give it your best shot! I’ll take you all on-”
BANG
A loud spell silenced them all, and the whole room pivoted to look over at Madam Bones, who looked at Nott and Moody with a frown. Her wand was pointed upwards, having cast the spell to shock them into silence.
“Mr. Malfoy will not be joining us today because he is dead.” Amelia Bones stated dryly. “His body was found clad in Death Eater robes in the aftermath of the Azkaban raid. I was planning to reveal this information after a new Chief Warlock was selected, as well as discuss the specifics of the ongoing DMLE investigation.”
That sudden reveal seemed to shock the whole room, and even Albus found himself taken back. He never thought that someone as influential as Lucius Malfoy would die so suddenly, and it certainly explained why the man wasn’t present.
He managed to recover quick enough to gauge the reactions of the Dark faction, only to notice something peculiar. Their reaction was not that of surprise, meaning they already knew, but rather of puzzlement as they stared at Amelia Bones. It signaled that both the DMLE director and Voldemort’s followers knew something Albus didn’t. He would need to speak with Severus soon.
Madam Bones continued speaking. “That said, I can’t help but agree with Lord Nott, and that Headmaster Dumbledore is too preoccupied with his other duties to become Chief Warlock.”
W-What?
For a long moment Dumbledore was frozen in absolute shock, the redhead’s declaration so sudden that he found himself caught completely unaware.
He had tried to recruit Amelia Bones many times over the years, every time resulting in outright dismissal or even refusal from the woman. And yet he never openly considered her an enemy, with both of their interests too aligned to consider such things.
But now the woman had openly opposed him, and in the aftermath of Voldemort’s reveal of all times. It should have been the worst decision she could possibly make, and yet it signaled something else entirely that he hadn’t considered. Harry Potter didn’t trust him.
Dumbledore was not blind, the woman was in a relationship with Harry Potter, and was viewed by everyone present to be the boy’s spokesperson. For her to take such a stance against him… it was damaging, and proved that Harry wasn’t aligned with him.
No… there was more to it than that. Lines, connections, relationships he had never seen before began to appear in his mind, and with them came too many questions. There was more to it than Harry being frustrated with him, especially when it was Rita Skeeter of all people who joined Harry Potter’s side to write that revealing article.
One needed little more than to see Lord Greengrass sitting behind Madam Bones to understand what was happening. Harry Potter had made allies, and more than that… the boy was forming his own faction.
Harry didn’t need him anymore. It was a startling revelation, along with the more subtle revelation that Madam Bones seemed to believe the DMLE didn’t need Dumbledore to fight Voldemort. She must have complete faith in Harry then.
The words of Madam Bones sent a thunderclap through the room, erasing the dull mood from before, as nearly half of the Light faction was suddenly on their feet. Shouts and accusations echoed off the stone walls, all while the Dark faction either openly gaped, laughed, or yelled back.
“Y-You can’t mean to side with them!”
“Has sense left you, Bones? Or perhaps too much blood flows to those teats and not your brain!”
“No wonder the DMLE never gets anything done with you around!”
The redhead rolled her eyes. “Is the point that Headmaster Dumbledore should teach and protect our children too hard to grasp? The Wizengamot is bound to have many emergency meetings in the coming months, and the Headmaster can hardly be in two places at once.”
“I assure you that I can handle such burdens, Madam Bones.” His words came out more bitter than he would have liked, the betrayal still fresh in his mind.
As much as he pretended otherwise, Dumbledore still had vanity and pride like anyone else, along with the desire to maneuver Magical Britain to resist Voldemort. The risk of Voldemort manipulating the Wizengamot if he left was simply too great.
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His fingers dug into her blonde locks, messing up hair that she had likely spent hours perfecting. All while slurping noises came from down below, her pink lips wrapped around his thick cock while her blue eyes looked up at him with lust.
He pushed her deeper, forcing more of his shaft down her throat until her lips met his crotch. She didn’t protest, didn’t even wince even as his cockhead buried its way down her gullet and widened her neck with its thickness. Taking so much of his cock was a skill that few of his lovers were capable of, with only Apolline being better than the blonde in front of him.
He could be brutal in the bedroom when he wanted to, having done so in the past with Julia and Apolline. But Daphne was willing to go far without him forcing anything, all in the name of pleasuring him.
I’m lucky to have such a good betrothed. He couldn’t wait till after Hogwarts, when he could wake up every morning with his wife ready and waiting to suck him off. Not to mention the thrill of having the Slytherin Ice Queen be the one to do it, adding just that much more excitement to his sex life.
His cock twitched from its place deep within Daphne’s throat, his balls giving way as his seed was pumped through his male organ. Her poor throat was brutalized as his shaft thickened and gave way to pour buckets of seed down her gullet. The blonde’s eyes rolled back in her skull from either the pleasure or lack of air, and Harry soon pulled back to allow Daphne room to breath.
“Fuck, you’re good at this.” He groaned, leaning back to relax on Daphne’s bed in the Slytherin girls dorm.
“Anything in the name of keeping my future husband happy.” She panted in arousal. “You have no idea many girls have approached me… each of them just begging to be with you. It just makes me want you that much more.”
If it wasn’t for his roommates acting as his protection detail, Harry would’ve long ago been swarmed by witches trying to seduce him. It was honestly quite tiring, and he was looking forward to the upcoming winter break away from Hogwarts. “It’ll be nice to be back at Grimmauld Place with everybody soon. In fact, I was even thinking about having a party over break.”
She perked up at that, and Harry could only imagine what was running through her mind. “We could make strides politically if we organized a gathering to celebrate Yule. The other Lords are probably going to cancel their own events with the Dark Lord being officially back, giving us the perfect chance to host a celebration.”
I almost forgot she’s a Slytherin. Harry mentally chuckled, recognizing just how important the political side of things was to Daphne. And it wasn’t just because of her being a Slytherin, but also because of how invested her family was in him.
Her family was bankrolling his faction, with Daphne’s father putting up an insane amount of gold to help Amelia gain power in the Wizengamot. It took gold to make political strides like he was currently doing, and at a certain point the Potter vaults just wouldn’t cut it. That was why he desperately needed to gain allies quickly, especially when the election to decide the new Minister would come soon. And elections need a lot of gold.
For now, Daphne’s family would have to foot the bill, but soon the Greengrasses wouldn’t be the only ones, as different Lords were flocking to join him by the day, and with them came their support in gold. As well as that, Julia was soon to join the Wizengamot, and he knew that Narcissa would also be taking up the Malfoy vaults as well as Lucius’ old position to further increase his political power.
Once all of that was done, their new faction could find a candidate to get behind for Minister. And from that point onward it would be all about fighting Voldemort and his allies. Hard to believe this all started with just me, Sirius, and Narcissa plotting in Grimmauld Place.
“It’s something to consider, at the very least.” Harry replied, but elaborated on what he had in mind for the party. “I was more thinking about something more intimate. Just you, me, Cissy, along with the other girls.”
“I’ll let the others know, and get things organized.” Daphne nodded, yet she looked to have something already in mind. “Is there anyone outside our usual group you’re looking to invite? A few more mistresses would be good to have, Harry.”
She’s planning something. Harry was tempted to say no, and to quit looking for even more women to have his way with. But deep down he wanted more witches to join him, and already he had girls lined up to become mistresses. Nymphadora and her mother, Bellatrix, Professor Sinistra, and even that muggle girl he met were just waiting to be with him.
“I suppose a few more wouldn’t hurt.” He threw her a bone, deciding to go along with whatever she was secretly planning.
That was when Harry moved, positioning himself behind the Slytherin blonde so his cock just so happened to land on her fat bubble butt. His betrothed gasped, all while his massive shaft grinded against her pussy, with Daphne’s large cheeks stimulating it. She panted like a bitch in heat, nearly losing her mind from the pleasure.
“It would be so easy… to take you.” Harry’s gaze narrowed in on her untouched pussy lips, exposed to the open air and weeping with desire.
“N-No…” She managed to get out, her face redder than he’d ever seen. “N-Not till we’re married.”
He desperately wanted to fuck her, to slam his cock into her unused cunt and plunder her core. His Slytherin betrothed was absolutely dripping with feminine arousal, her juices soaking part of his shaft and running down her thighs.
He licked his lips and leaned in, settling for using his mouth for the current time being.
“H-Harry?” She asked when his cock pulled away, as his face descended between her arse cheeks. “Harry, what are you doing?”
He positioned his mouth at her entrance, his tongue pushing apart her perfect lips and entering her. Already he was devouring her feminine juices by the mouthful, her untouched pussy soaked to the bone because of him.
Such a slut… getting so wet from sucking my cock. He gulped down her wetness as his tongue funneled her arousal down his throat, all while Daphne moaned wonderfully at his touch.
“H-How can anything be this good?!” The Slytherin Ice Queen came undone by his tongue, her body shaking in pleasure as she orgasmed, causing that much more fluid to flood into his mouth.
Her thighs squeezed the sides of his head, her chest heaving for breath as her long blonde hair became soaked with sweat. She was in a state that men could only dream of bringing such a beautiful woman to, desperate for his touch while begging for more.
That was when he would strike.
HISSSSSSS
“Oh my! HARRRRY!”
His tongue vibrated with parseltongue then, electrifying her core and sending magical shockwaves throughout her body. Daphne screamed in pleasure, her vision darkening as her cunt throbbed from his touch. It was like the floodgates were opened then, as feminine juices sprayed out of her pussy like a geyser.
She covered his face in her arousal, and he pulled back to see her coat part of the bed as it sprayed out of her cunt like a hose.
“Harry. Harry! HARRY!” Her body bucked and writhed, and yet she didn’t stop going from one orgasm to the next.
Damn. He had only done the parseltongue trick so many times before, and yet he had never gotten such an explosive reaction. It was a trick he liked to hold in reserve, and Daphne was demonstrating its effectiveness perfectly as she nearly fell into unconsciousness from pleasure.
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Bri W
Wow….i was waiting for this lol
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