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  Amelia makes her choice~

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  Amelia Bones khat, in many ways, she was a tradi of a woman. On the one hand, she was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enfort, a position she’d held for over a decade at this point and proudly executed to the best of her abilities. Not to be too boastful, but she sidered herself to be a fairly good leader. Certainly, she always did the best she could.

  However, oher hand she was a submissive bottom in bed. She could muster up a steely gaze and a stern tone for any one of her subordinates in the Department, but behind closed doors, when she was getting intimate with someone, such things escaped her. She liked to give up trol. She loved to be ordered around, thhly dominated, a an utter mess because she ultimately had no choice but to obey.

  One might argue that the two things were pletely separate, but Amelia khat argument would be disingenuous. They were both aspects of her true self after all. At the end of the day, they were two sides of the same , and impossible to ever fully split apart from one ao do so would be to split Amelia herself in two.

  A… normally she was able to keep them divided at least. To put up a barrier between Bedroom Amelia and Madam Bones. It ‘helped’ that she’d lost the people who knew her best during Voldemort’s first Rise, resulting in long, lonely years where the side of her that preferred to submit in the bedroom went ed and the side of her that was good at leading her department had gotten more than its fill.

  Not anymore though. A new man had e into her life. A new dom, a new master. He’d broken through Amelia’s barriers. He’d upturned her lifestyle pletely. It wasn’t fair to say she’d allowed him into her office or anything like that, because nothing she could do had kept him out. But it was fair to say she’d let him get intimate with her, turning what had previously been a ptonic retionship into something far more sexual.

  He’d assisted her with her work, helpio put Death Eaters behind bars, and theurned around and assisted her in scratg an itch that had gone unscratched for far, far too long.

  Amelia knows she never should have gotten so involved with him. She knows she shouldn’t have let things go where they did, especially when she didn’t even know his identity. She’d let things go way toiven he was just a shadowy figure to her.

  But admittedly, even in her wildest fantasies and theories about who he might be… she never would have picked the truth. She never would have guessed that her new dom, the man who had cimed the vat slot as her Master, was Harry Potter traveled ba time to stop an apocalypse.

  She’d seeure they were heading towards. A future she hadn’t even been part of, because she was expected to die in the couple of years to Voldemort or his followers. Harry had shown her what y at the end of the road for not just magid the wizarding world, but all of Earth if things were allowed to tinue on as they had been.

  It had to be stopped. All of it. But Harry… the things he’d dohe secrets he’d kept… they were heavy. She could holy done what he’d doo Rudolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy without having to justify it too hard in her head. One was a victed Death Eater who deserved everything he was getting in Azkaban and then some. If his magic could be used by someoh better iions, why not? It wasn’t like he was currently using it.

  Lucius Malfoy was a bit harder to justify, but not too hard. It went beyond mere politics, truth be told. The man ure slime, utter sleaze ed in a smug smarmy outer shell. He’d held the ear of elius Fudge for far too long and if Amelia had been anythihan absolutely perfect at her job, she doesn’t doubt that Lucius would have vihe former Mio get rid of her so he could install one of his toadies in her pce.

  Beltrix Lestrahough… that was the ohing Harry had told her that she found the hardest to accept. The woman deserved Azkaban as much as her husband, and hearing that she’d bee out by the same man Amelia had entrusted herself to was… hard to stomach.

  Especially when Amelia had been losing sleep over Beltrix’s escape ever sihe audit revealed her disappearance.

  Swallowing thickly, Amelia looks to Harry.

  “Beltrix…”

  She’s not even sure what she’s trying to say. She’s not sure what she wants from Harry. Which is why it’s all the more surprising whes it.

  “Say the word and she’s gone.”

  Amelia blinks, caught off guard by his simple and direct promise. She doesn’t detect a single hint of deceit in his voice either.

  “W-What?”

  Harry sighs and, still holding Amelia by the hand, pulls her back down to the couch she’d sprung up from, sitting on it with her.

  “Bel is well aware she’s living on borrowed time Amelia. She might be from the future, but she’s still a version of Beltrix Lestrange… ohat itted all the crimes the one in this timeline did, and then some. She’s a tool, but all tools have their expiration dates. I won’t make her suffer, I won’t make it hurt… but if you tell me you ’t stomach her existehen I will remove her for you. You matter more to me than her.”

  Amelia’s mouth opens and closes a few times, her incredulity impossible to stop from leaking through.

  “How… how you say that? She came back from that… that future with you. In parison, we barely know each other.”

  Here, Harry gets a dark look on his face.

  “She killed Sirius, Amelia. Iher timeline, she killed Sirius, my godfather, just after I got him back. Just when I was really starting to get to know him. Bel… you’re right. She and I have been through too mue to hate her anymore. But I will ruly five her, and she knows that.”

  Funnily enough… that actually works for Amelia. Hearing that, hearing Harry’s willio erix Lestrange on her orders… it ches the deal for her.

  “That won’t be necessary, Harry. I… trust you to keep Beltrix on a tight leash and to ehe moment she puts is at risk.”

  She gives him a pointed look at that st part, to which Harry responds with a solemn nod.

  “You have my word.”

  “Then… you have your Minister of Magic. I’m yours, Harry.”

  Tilting his head to the side, Harry looks at her curiously.

  “You mean…”

  Amelia nods, pushing the words out before she sed guess herself.

  “I’m yours, Harry. Bind my magic. Take me as one of your witches properly. I’ll serve in whatever capacity you need me to in order to help save the world from that future you showed me. Just… please keep me in the loop?”

  That st part is tacked on rather weakly. Perhaps she should have led with it. Maybe she even should have made it one of the ditions for her ultimate submission. But the truth is… Amelia knows deep down inside she would go along with all of this even if he kept her in the dark.

  heless, Harry smiles and squeezes her hand again.

  “I will. Yoing to be my Minister of Magic after all. You’ll o be in the loop if we’re going to work effectively together. Now… strip.”

  Amelia lets out a shaky breath at that, her core g in arousal at Harry’s domineering tohat said, as they both rise from the coud she begins to get naked while her Master starts drawing a ritual circle in the ter of her office… Amelia ’t help but point out the obvious.

  “You know… we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we? I’m not Minister yet. I’m still happy to be bound to you and offer up my magic for the cause, but what will we do if I’m ed?”

  Pausing at that, Harry looks over at her, amused.

  “Well for ohing, you’re literally the best didate for the job, bar none. But… I’m well aware of the stupidity of people. Your individual wizard or witch sometimes be quite intelligent, but people as a whole are very, very dumb on average.”

  Amelia wishes she could deny that. She wishes she could argue otherwise. But… she ’t. He’s right. Which is precisely why she’s worried that even if it seems like she’s guarao win, she might not.

  “Fortunately for you, you have an a the hole.”

  When she gives him a curious look at that, Harry just grins wickedly.

  “Me. Iher timeline, Fudge would have still been Minister year whe out to pletely ruin my reputation and do his level best to turn the public against me. I was still young and not at all politically savvy, so he even succeeded, irritatingly enough.”

  Harry pauses as a nostalgic look on his face.

  “Actually, one of the only times I met you was during a trial for the use of underage magic because one of Fudge’s toadies seors after me and I was forced to use a Patronus in front of my muggle cousin.”

  Amelia’s eyes widen at that, suddenly having even more questions.

  “What?! Who? And… wouldn’t your cousin know about magic?! Why would you be put on trial for that?!”

  Giving her a look of patient amusement that makes Amelia flush in embarrassment, Harry chuckles.

  “Dolores Umbridge. I would reend removing her once you’re in office if she sticks around. Bitch will almost certainly tinue using her position to push her own shitty, racist agenda, regardless of the damage it does to the Ministry’s reputation. As for why I ut on trial… well, I didn’t say I was found guilty. The whole thing was a sham from start to finish, one deliberately inteo cast more aspersions upon my character. In that regard it worked… but here in this timeline, Fudge and Umbridge never got the ce. I’m still the Boy-Who-Lived, the Wizardihat everyone has built up in their heads for the past decade and a half.”

  Her Master gives her a grin that makes Amelia flush ahighs ch together again.

  “They have yet to see me bleed, Amelia. So you tell me, even if people in general are stupid idiots who don’t know what’s best for them… how will they react to their Savior ing out and telling them exactly who they should all be relying on as the Minister of Magic?”

  Well… damn.

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  “… and that is why I personally believe Madam Bones is the one most fit for being our Minister of Magiot just because of how she’s gone above and beyond her duty for me personally in finally seeing to the exoion of my godfather, Lord Sirius Bck, but also because she’s dohat exact same thing for everyone else she’s ever helped in her position as Director of the DMLE. Amelia Bones is good fical Britain. After the corruption of our st Minister, she’s the oo get us ba track.”

  It takes all of a couple days to set up a “press ference” for Harry to stump for Amelia at. He is, after all, pletely right in what he’d told the DMLE Director. Put simply, he still has a LOT of credit with the Wizarding World at this point in time. Much of it is undeserved of course, built upon misceptions and the myth surrounding him. All those stories people made up about how he defeated Voldemort as a baby, and then all the ideas they’d e up with for what he’d been doing iime before he arrived at Hogwarts. They were vinced he was ser than life figure. Their Savior.

  Of course, not all of the credit was undeserved. Thanks to Rita, word had spread far and wide about Harry healing Cedric at the Sed Task of the Triwizard Tour. Wounds that should have been all but impossible fic to ever truly heal, wiped away by a single overpowered Episkey.

  That was enough to propel Harry’s fame even further into the stratosphere at the end of the day, just as intended. So here he was now, cashing in on all of that to do something good for once.

  As he fialking and steps down from the podium, Harry makes eye tact with Amelia briefly, feeling the e between them. He gives her a polite and ptonic smile and nod for the press, but secretly, they both feel far more than that. Bindio him through the ritual had goremely well for the natural submissive. She loved giving herself over to him and had literally cum when he’d started asking if she was ready to be his.

  Their e actually felt strohahers he had, possibly even strohan Bel herself despite their shared history. But Harry hadn’t been lying wheold Amelia he would remove Beltrix if she asked him to. He’d known deep down that she likely wouldn’t make him do it, that she would accept his willingness as good enough at the end of the day. He’d still been ready all the same.

  Now though… well, everything was falling into pce. Between his speed Rita’s articles, Amelia’s assion to the position of Minister was all but guaranteed. As Harry makes his way back to Hogwarts, he’s already sidering the rest of this year and what es after. Finishing things up with Voldemort and the Third Task was just a couple short months away, and then Harry would finally start going big picture.

  The world was-

  Hands suddenly grab him from around a er and pull him off of his path and into an alcove. Fleur Decour is lucky that he reizes her presen the split millised before he would have instinctively retaliated. As she roughly presses her lips against his, he internally sighs and brings his hands down to her hips, kissing her back.

  He’d seen this ing, of course, though he hadn’t known what form it would take. Still, here they were. It would be iing to see exactly how Fleur nning on pying this.

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