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Maturity of Magic Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2025-05-24 20:30:40 +0000 UTCHarry knew immediately when he woke up that very day would be one of the most crucial in his entire life. The worst part of it was that he had to sit by the wayside the entire time, watching as everything played out and hoping it would all go his way.
Deep down, Harry knew that he had nothing to worry about. He already had his allies in place, whether it being in the Ministry, the press, or even at Hogwarts. Amelia stood tall in her position as DMLE director, able to maneuver past the turbulent storm that came with the reveal of their relationship. She was primed and ready to deal with the public finally accepting Voldemort’s return, and would likely gain immense power within the Ministry in the coming days.
In the background, both Rita and Ms. Zabini were working behind the scenes to ensure his public image would remained intact, and Harry looked forward to finally getting some good press. At Hogwarts, he already had Daphne and Fleur in his corner to call upon, with Narcissa secretly being his agent on the school staff.
The only real concern was over how the public, the Ministry, and Dumbledore would react, especially in that order. He had already done what he could to convince everyone of Voldemort’s return, and Harry was sure that he would finally be vindicated with the incoming morning paper that proved he was telling the truth.
As for the Minister, and the Ministry at large, Harry was sure that Fudge would do his best to weasel his way out. The corrupt Minister had done his utmost best to avoid scandals and controversies in the past, yet Harry doubted he would be able to survive this one. The Wizengamot would likely get rid of him by the end of the week, and without Lucius Malfoy or Umbridge around to back him… Fudge was finished.
All this ran through his mind as he entered the Great Hall alone, drawing the usual looks and glares from onlookers as he headed toward the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore sat at the head of the staff table, as usual, with Narcissa and Sinistra sitting among with other Professors right behind the Headmaster.
Harry made his way over and sat at his usual spot at the Gryffindor table, next to Ron and across from Hermione. Across the room, Daphne managed to catch his eye, and gave him an encouraging nod. A few tables over, Fleur Delacour also looked his way, and they briefly made eye contact before she blushed and looked away.
“Sleep well, mate?” Ron asked, sporting a mouthful of pancakes at his side.
“Don’t eat and speak, idiot.” Hermione muttered as she sat across from them.
A fluttering of wings signaled the arrival of owls along with the morning paper in that moment, saving him from having to speak. All it did was increase his own anticipation, knowing what he worked so hard for was about to finally happen.
Hedwig managed to get to him first, barreling through the stream of owls and landing in front of him with the morning paper. Harry took it with shaky hands, undoing the twine that bound it and flipping to the front page.
He froze, and the whole table seemed to hold its breath.
LORD POTTER FIGHTS THE RETURNED DARK LORD
In a shocking turn of events, the return of the Dark Lord as detailed by Harry Potter has been confirmed. In a battle that took place while You-Know-Who was attempting to free his followers from Azkaban prison, Lord Potter confronted and was able to fend off the Dark Lord (pictured above).
The Ministry, as well as the public at large, has been thrown into complete disarray by these sudden events, all while the Minister has yet to officially provide a comment. As is well known, Minister Fudge has denounced Lord Potter as a liar on numerous occasions-
At the head table, Dumbledore choked on his tea. Meanwhile, pandemonium broke loose among with younger students who managed to glimpse the paper early.
The photograph of him battling Voldemort in the ruins of Azkaban was featured prominently on the front page. It showed the returned Dark Lord clear as day, looking as evil as he was monstrous, a snake-like face and twisted expression that looked extremely unappealing to any potential new recruits.
Hermione leaned closer. “H-Harry… is that—?”
Students up and down the table were already reaching for their copies. Gasps echoed, pages flipped, and reactions varied widely across the Great Hall.
Ron’s eyes widened as he read over Harry’s shoulder. “ ‘The Wizengamot has ordered an immediate Emergency Session to address the issue, all while demands for Minister Fudge’s resignation are rising…’ Bloody hell, Fudge is done for.”
“It has details of the duel.” Hermione said, scanning her copy, voice rising with disbelief. “Harry, when did this even happen? You haven’t told us about any of this!”
“Never mind that, Hermione, the paper even brings up details about the Tournament last year! The graveyard, the portkey, Cedric, and even Crouch Jr. are mentioned in this!” Ron exclaimed with disbelief, derailing Hermione entirely.
But Harry wasn’t paying attention to them, instead focusing on the rest of the Great Hall. All over, heads were swiveling his direction with all kinds of varied reactions. At the Slytherin table, the more darker pureblood students were looking at him with downright terror, contrasted to Daphne and her group which looked immensely pleased.
The rest of the hall, those who weren’t in the loop, had a wide-ranging assortment of reactions. The younger students either cheered or cried in terror, while the older years who despised him the most looked downright miserable. All while whispers rang out through the crowd and people gestured his way.
“H-He fought him?”
“He dueled You-Know-Who? And at the graveyard too?”
“So it’s true? All of it?”
Harry clenched his fists in his lap, jaw tight, and did his best to suppress the years-worth of frustration. He was finally vindicated, having beat the accusations of being an attention-seeker along with being a downright liar and fraud. He should have been happy, but really he was just irritated that it took so much effort to get people to finally be on his side.
Professor McGonagall stood at the staff table, lips pursed as she carried her own copy and exited into the antechamber. Snape didn’t look the least bit happy, as he stared down at the paper like it had personally offended him.
Across the hall, Draco Malfoy’s face had gone pale, and the blond’s hand shook as he tried to sip some tea.
But it wasn’t Malfoy or Dumbledore’s reactions who garnered his attention, but rather that of the female students. Older girls sent him looks that were downright debasing, while even some of the younger years tried to compete with their older female counterparts to get his attention by any means necessary.
For better or worse, it signaled the arrival of a new era in Hogwarts. One where Harry was their god.
-
Water splashed in the bathtub as Narcissa ran a washcloth over her sister’s form, rubbing once beautiful skin in soap before water washed it away. Her older sister stayed still all the while, docile unlike she usually was, allowing Narcissa to continue cleaning off the years of dirt and grime that came from Azkaban.
After freeing Bellatrix, Narcissa made the decision to keep her contained in her old room within Grimmauld Place. Of course, the room was enchanted to be secure and searched beforehand to make sure she couldn’t escape, before Bellatrix was locked inside and given three meals a day as delivered by the house elves.
It was more than the woman deserved, being much more comfortable than a cell in Azkaban. But Narcissa’s goal wasn’t to punish Bellatrix, but rather to rehabilitate her.
Her sister used to be beautiful, and Narcissa knew it would take time till she was beautiful once again. But it wasn’t just Bella’s beauty she was trying to reclaim, but also the woman’s mind. Years in Azkaban could twist anyone’s brain, and even before prison Narcissa knew her sister was mentally unwell. All it meant was that she had a long road ahead of her, especially if it meant getting her ready for Harry.
Her dainty fingers gripped Bella’s long black hair, coating it with shampoo and washing it thoroughly. At least her hair still looks beautiful.
Bellatrix was oddly quiet, seemingly stewing in her own thoughts for once rather than lashing out in whirlwind of rage. It was quite unexpected, and Narcissa was glad she didn’t have to walk in on her sister having a tantrum while trashing her room for once.
“Cissy.” Bella began to sing-song her name then. “Cissa, my beautiful baby sister. Narcissa.”
She sighed. “Yes, Bellatrix?”
“It’s Bella. You always called me Bella.”
“What is it, Bella?” She repeated.
“What happened to the Dark Lord?”
Narcissa froze, her eyes widening as her hand paused for but a moment. “He was defeated, by Harry Potter.”
“I know that.” Bellatrix rolled her eyes, as if she was talking to a child. “Everybody knows the Dark Lord was beat by itty-bitty-Potter, but what happened to him after?”
“After?” She realized that her sister couldn’t have known what was going on while in prison all those years. Even with Voldemort’s return, and his subsequent battle with Harry, Bellatrix had been unconscious and missed all of it. “After his defeat, he fled and went into hiding.”
“That doesn’t sound like the Dark Lord.” Bella frowned. “Only a coward would hide and not show his face after being defeated by a baby.”
“Maybe you picked the wrong Lord to serve then.” She couldn’t help but say in return.
Her sister’s eyes narrowed. “Careful, Cissy. I haven’t forgotten your refusal to take the mark and serve the Dark Lord.”
Her old self would have bowed her head in that moment, having been abashed and ashamed by the truth of her sister’s words. And yet Bellatrix was dealing with a different Narcissa this time, not the trophy wife of Lucius Malfoy, but instead the courtesan and trusted lover of Lord Potter. “Maybe I found a different Lord to serve faithfully.”
Bellatrix spun to glare at her, but the action wasn’t nearly as terrifying as it used to be in her younger years. “You wouldn’t dare!”
She allowed herself a small smile. “I’ve put my trust in a much younger, virile, and kinder Lord. One that will grow to be much stronger than yours and have a much greater impact on our world.”
“Y-You, you…” Bella fumed, but she let out a gasp when Narcissa gave her hair a harsh tug as she cleaned it.
“Doesn’t that sound better, Bella? Serving someone with true power along with a body built for breeding witches like us? Why even go back to the Dark Lord when we both know he’ll never give you what you truly want?”
Bellatrix’s expression changed so she could gape in shock. The black-haired witch knew exactly what her blonde sister meant by those words, just as Narcissa knew precisely what Bellatrix desired most of all. To be bred and give birth to powerful children. And it would be Harry Potter who would give it to her.
-
He let out a tired sigh when his day finally came to an end. Having classes back to back, intermittent with staring and giggling girls, along with awestruck and envious boys was getting tiring. Combined with the possibility of some unforeseen variable popping up in the war against Voldemort, and Harry felt quite tired when his late-night astronomy class came to an end.
He half expected for Voldemort to rage and lash out after that morning’s article, and yet it seemed nothing untoward occurred. The same could be said for the Ministry, as an emergency Wizengamot meeting would take place soon where Fudge would likely be replaced. In his mind, everything seemed to be working out, but that didn’t stop him from worrying.
Harry was almost tempted to head back to Grimmauld Place, and sleep in his own bed while enjoying the pleasures of the flesh that awaited him there, but his bed in the Gryffindor dorm would suffice for the night. The only problem was that he had to descend the entire Astronomy tower to get there first, a wearisome endeavor to do so late in the evening.
His roommates seemed to think similarly, as Neville yawned tiredly while Dean rubbed his eyes to keep himself awake. “I think I’ll need to sleep late after this.”
“We got potions in the morning.” Ron grimaced. “And Snape would probably give us detention till the end of the year if we showed up late.”
He was about to reply, but a flash of yellow suddenly caught his eye, and he looked to the side to see Hannah and Lavender eyeing him. They both giggled upon getting his attention, and Abbott adjusted her yellow tie to give him a better view of her grand cleavage while Lavender sent a suggestive look his way
“Stay after class, Mr. Potter.” Professor Sinistra suddenly said, and he spun to see the beautiful Astronomy Professor heading towards him with a frown.
Most of the students had already left the Astronomy classroom at that point, leaving Harry standing awkwardly while his roommates looked towards him for guidance.
“Want us to wait for you, mate?” Ron questioned.
He turned to see his best friend looking around cautiously, as if someone could attack them at any moment. Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville had surrounded him like guards all day, something that he was grateful for after the news about him battling Voldemort broke that morning. They were able to scare off any potential attackers as well as girls looking to take advantage of him.
“You guys go on ahead.” Harry replied.
When the classroom finally cleared, it was just him and the sexy Astronomy Professor, coincidentally being the same woman he hadn’t said a word to since fighting Malfoy and Umbridge in the forest. Or to be more specific, she was the woman he had fucked for a power boost and then awkwardly avoided ever since.
“You have no idea what it’s like, watching all those girls fawn over you.” Professor Sinistra said with some humor. “Even the girls in my seventh year class were coming up with some scheme to get with you.”
Harry snorted, imagining that the girls in seventh-year NEWT Astronomy weren’t all that bright, and hardly the type of women he’d be attracted to. Even if they were concocting some plan to seduce him or even use a love potion, Harry knew that he had bigger concerns when it came to people out to get him.
Professor Sinistra leaned down then, giving him a magnificent view of her cleavage. He managed to pull his gaze upwards, only to be greeted by her smug smirk and flirtatious gaze. Clearly she was up to something, and Harry wondered if she wanted a repeat of the sex they had in the forest.
Take control. Don’t let her walk all over you. He had done it before, as several women he had been with required a firmer hand to subdue and bring into his harem. And it only seemed he would have to get more forceful as time went on, having to use rougher methods to manage his harem.
Harry had seen the looks sent his way since the morning paper came out, and he knew it was only a matter of time till girls were scrambling over each other to get him. For all he knew, there was already infighting between girls over who would get with him, and he didn’t want to sit back and act like a glorified sex toy to be passed around by over ambitious women.
“And what about you?” He asked with an arrogant grin. “Did you have a scheme to have your way with me after class, Professor?”
“Maybe I do.” Aurora replied huskily. “There only so much action a woman can get as a Professor, after all.”
Take her. He moved in and pushed her back up against the stone battlements, and soon his mouth was latched onto her neck to give her a hickey. The exquisite Astronomy Professor moaned in pleasure, her hands going up to roam through his hair and dig into his scalp. And that was when Harry struck, and she gave a yelp as he spun her around.
Next thing she knew, Aurora Sinistra’s head and exposed breasts were hanging over the stone tower, with her thick arse pressed against Harry’s thighs. His fat cock pressed against her clothed bum, as both his hands reached forward to grip her big breasts. The Astronomy Professor moaned loudly, and her voiced echoed out through the night and drifted over the castle below.
“Is this what you want, Professor?” Harry asked from above her, as he enjoyed the feeling of her exposed breasts. “For me to take you right here and now? Right where anyone can look up and see us?”
“Fuck me.” Sinistra sounded on the verge of passing out. “Y-You’re something else, Harry Potter.”
“And you’re practically begging for me to fuck you.” He whispered in her ear, and Aurora’s eyes nearly rolled up into her skull in pleasure.
Her hips gyrated against him, rubbing her arse against his clothed cock as she dry-humped him in heat. “You think it’s easy being a Professor? I’m practically trapped in this school year round, and it’s not easy to date when I can only do so during the summer. Never mind that I can’t exactly sneak men into the castle if I just so happen to get a boyfriend.”
Her words came off as more desperate than he was used to hearing, but not to the point of begging for his affection. Harry genuinely felt some pity for the Astronomy Professor and the lack of love in her life. It was different that he was used to with his own girls, as women like Julia and Apolline had no shortage of lovers if they so desired them.
He decided to make her an offer, seeing if she wanted to go forward and have a relationship with him. “Become my Mistress, and I’ll let you live with me. Hell, I’ll even build you an observatory if you want.”
“Heh, I might take you up on that.” Professor Sinistra sounded almost delirious from pleasure. “Maybe I’ll give you an answer when you’re not palming my tits.”
“Fair enough.” He pulled away, allowing the woman to get up while sporting a strange expression.
“So… are we doing this or not?” She asked with a frown, her breasts still exposed to the open air.
Harry let an evil smirk grace his lips. “I could fuck you here and now, Professor, but I think I’ll wait.”
“Huh? Wait, come back here!” She yelled at him as he walked off, heading towards the tower’s exit. “Potter! D-Detention for not listening to your Professor!”
He let out a laugh as he reached the door and began descending the steps downwards. “You’ll have to do better than that, Professor.”
Harry ignored the profanities thrown his way as he headed down, instead laughing his arse off until he reached the bottom of the Astronomy tower. The events of the day, along with the days before, seemed to hit him in that moment.
Everything from fighting Voldemort, being tricked by Fleur, joining with Rita Skeeter, having that article published, and finally exposing Voldemort’s return while potentially ruining Fudge’s career made him almost hysterical with laughter. The way that all of it seemed to go his way simply made him laugh that much harder.
“What’s so funny, Potter?” Came an annoying voice then, sounding more irritated than usual.
Harry looked up to see Draco Malfoy scowling in his direction, and it only made him laugh that much harder. It reminded him that he was fucking the boy’s mother, and had even got the best of his father when Lucius ambushed him.
“Just thinking about the great victory I’ve achieved over your Dark Lord.” He said with an arrogant smirk, which made the Malfoy heir redden in rage.
“You might be all high and mighty now, Potter, but just wait till the Dark Lord gets ahold of you and all your whores.” Draco sneered.
“You talk big game, Malfoy. But that’s all it is… talk.” Harry said with a snort. “You can’t back it up, your father couldn’t back it up, and not even Voldemort can even back it up.”
Malfoy reached into his cloak and pulled out his wand then, brandishing it threateningly, but it didn’t deter Harry in the slightest. Instead, he looked at Draco as if he was a child, making him that much more furious. “I could end you here and now, Potter.”
“You want to know how this all ends, Malfoy? It ends with Voldemort dead and you along with your lackeys in prison.” He let his wand leave his holster as it fell into his hand. “Your mother might miss you, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure Professor Malfoy will be too busy taking my cock to care.”
The veins nearly popped out of Malfoy’s skull in rage at that point, as he raised his wand to point it in Harry’s direction, before giving it a grand flourish. “IMPE-”
A casual flick of Harry’s wand banished him into the wall, slamming him harshly against the stone and sending his wand scattering. Harry had casted the banishing charm nonverbally, doing so before Draco could get halfway through his own spell.
He casually walked over to the blond Slytherin then, before reaching down and grasping him by the hair harshly. Draco hissed in pain, as Harry hauled him up. “If you hurt me or any of my women, then I’ll kill you. Is that understood, Malfoy?”
Malfoy sneered and then hissed out in pain, only to eventually give up and nod shakily.
A/N: The Wizengamot session is up next.
Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18.
Comments
yan boul
seriously the whole war in Harry Potter was frowned upon as rolling keep it for all ages, a war its not beautiful to see but it put the clear rating as highly moral that the murderer was not for him even if he was slaughtering like little white rabbits just in the cemetery and in the ministry if Harry and company had fought with real spell that made degats he would have paralyzed the opposing side more, he would have come back as if nothing had happened pass and his not to mention Hogwarts or Dumbledor buttocks nothing and Rogue protected the mini Death Eaters
jp9901
Malfoy is gonna get himself killed like this
