Chapter 23

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The 1990 Quidditch world cup final had been one of the most disastrous events in the recent memory of the Wizarding world.

Taking place in Colombia, the event had gathered just as massive a crowd as usual, surpassing the mark of Hundred thousand wizard and witches at the night of the grand finale.

The final was a tough fought match between Canada and Scotland, going for over 5 days of non-stop playing.

When the Canadian seeker finally caught the snitch, it was supposed to be a moment of shared joy and relief for everyone, to see the match actually come to a successful end.

Unfortunately, Grindelwald and his Alliance chose that exact moment to crash the party. And it was there, in the middle of the entire stadium, that Grindelwald revealed himself in full, once again starting his recruitment in broad daylight.

The words he'd spoken that day were so effective, that even now any record of it is treated as an extremely demonic possession by the magical governments all around the globe.

The Dark wizard had managed to sway thousands of wizards to his side, showing exactly what he was capable of.

Worse had been his utterly dominating performance as he single handedly dealt with 3 Colombian guard forces, spreading awe and helplessness through the crowd.

The subsequent riot that started had turned the death toll from hundreds to thousands. When the government began the recovery process, they'd found the ground covered in red, with bodies of magicals littering around like mere ants. It painted a picture so grim and shocking, that quite a few witnesses had to be sent to professional mind healers to deal with the stress and images.

And Harry understood all this.

Bella had been a little weirded out when he asked for the previous world cup's report, but she'd consented all the same.

Thus, keeping all the lore in his mind, Harry wasn't surprised by how tight today's security was.

But that did not prevent him from being annoyed every time he was stopped when crossing into different levels of lands.

Thankfully, his current search for Tonks didn't require him to cross lands. A simple 'Point me Tonks' revealed the girl's general location to be inside the stadium, straight down from the Level 7 hill.

"Hold right there." The burly Auror standing guard at the entrance snapped, a wand clutched in his hand, pointing down. "You cannot enter–"

Harry whipped out the pass Bella had given him, not even stopping.

The wizard took one look at the pass and relaxed, giving him a nod. "Mr. Potter. Ms. Black said to tell you, if you asked that is, she'll be quite busy for the next hour. Hmm...that was an hour ago though, so I believe you could–"

"I'm not here for Bella, Mr...?"

"Robards." The man answered, extending a hand. "Gawain Robards."

"Harry Potter." He nodded, shaking the man's hand. "By chance, have you seen a weird haired, heart faced girl going inside?"

The Auror furrowed his brows. "Initiate Tonks? She entered not too long ago. Wasn't looking so good, that girl. You'll probably find her around the seats."

"My thanks." With one last nod, Harry moved on.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he walked inside the entrance tunnel, finally leaving the angry sun's smoldering glare. It had looked about to rain just an hour ago, but amazingly this time the sun finally seemed to find its balls and gave a firm middle finger to the clouds.

Unfortunately, it also looked to be unleashing an entire month's heat all at once upon them.

'Talk about overcompensating.'

Once inside, the entrance divided into two parts. One led to a set of wide stairs, carpeted with royal purple. The stairs, if he remembered correctly, would lead to different seating sections for the crowd.

The other was a wide open channel with another set of stairs that led down deeper into the stadium. It was most likely for officials and players, as the dressing room was said to be made underground.

He decided to take the Aurors advice and scan the seats first, before moving on to the next segments one by one.

As his feet came to a stop in front of the stairs, he whipped out his Holy wand.

"Appare Vestigium." Harry intoned, blowing into his wand while revolving into a semicircle.

A golden mist showered out of the wand's tip, spreading around the stairs to cover every inch of it.

The spell was capable of tracing back the steps of any magical being, human or animal. In just a couple of minutes, Harry was able to determine if Tonks took the stairs or not.

Thankfully, she had indeed.

Now aware of the girl's position, Harry quickly climbed up the stair two at a time, peeking outside every door to his left and right, scanning the public stands with eagle eyed focus.

He finally sensed a bit of magic coming from the very top box, the same one which he and the Weasleys had occupied in the last life.

He tried to pick up the spells by using just his senses, putting his recent gains in magical sensing to some good use.

'A Notice-Me-Not for sure.' He mused, his Occlumency picking up on the slight unnatural urge to ignore the entire room. 'Maybe an Imperturbable Charm too?'

Considering the complete lack of sound, it had to be that or Muffliato. But there wasn't any buzzing in his ears either, so he'd put his wager on Imperturbable.

When he glanced inside the room, he found it completely empty. 'So a disillusionment Charm as well. And quite a powerful one at that.'

Feeling a need for mischief, Harry decided to surprise the girl.

He silently unraveled her Notice-Me-Not as he entered the room, while a powerful finite incantatem completely erased her Imperturbable charm.

Unfortunately, he'd misjudged the strength in her spells, and the single finite also wiped away her disillusionment, revealing a depressed Tonks suddenly becoming startled as she quickly palmed her wand.

"I come in peac–" He had to defend himself however, when the girl rolled away from her original position while sending a quick stunner at him.

His wand swatted it aside with relative ease before casting an Incarcerous at her legs.

Thick ropes snapped at her feet with blinding speed, but the girl seemed to have some experience sensing Magic herself, cause she reacted incredibly quick, burning away the ropes with a touch of her wand before they could tighten up completely.

Her magical sensing was further confirmed when he cast a wide scale Immobulus, and Tonks quickly ducked down, hiding behind a full body shield.

Thankfully her defensive action gave him enough time to finally speak. "Tonks, stop! It's me, Harry!"

She peeked at him from behind her shield, red puffy eyes blinking at him rapidly. "Harry?"

Her shield dissolved as she stood back up. "What are you doing here?"

"Came to get you." He answered, stowing away his wand "C'mon, it's lunchtime."

Tonks sighed, turning away to stare down at the Quidditch pitch again. "I'm not hungry. Tell them I'll be back before the match starts."

Harry snorted, walking forth to sit beside her. "I'm not your personal messenger. Tell them yourself."

She tsked, shooting him a half-annoyed, half-amused glance. "Why did you sneak up on me?"

Harry shrugged, his eyes glancing at the golden hoops in nostalgia. "Just a bad joke. Didn't know you'd be so on edge."

He could feel her eyes resting on him, observing him closely. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you give more than an idle sneer to me before. What gives?"

After giving one last look to the Quidditch pitch, he turned away, regarding the girl beside him closely.

Elegant wasn't a word he would normally use to describe his Tonks, but the girl beside him was just that. Elegant and beautiful. More beautiful than the Tonks in his world. Her face was fuller but sharper still, her dark eyes twinkling under sunlight, while her violet hair matched completely with her beauty and elegance.

Though while she may be a looker, by far her more noticeable trait was the fact that she was younger.

Really, it had been whole another surprise to know that Tonks was the same age as Percy Weasley, having just graduated from Hogwarts this year.

His gaze seemed to make her uncomfortable as she turned back to stare outside bashfully.

As he finished scanning her face, his eyes couldn't help but dip down just a bit lower, tracing the curves of her breasts straining against her T-shirt, peeking at him through the unchained jacket that left her front open.

"Well?" She asked, still looking away. "What changed?"

Harry felt a slow smile forming on his face. "Maybe I just realized how damn beautiful you are."

"Uh-huh, mister." She shot him a coy smirk, half-filled with annoyance. "Is that what you say to every girl you meet? That poor French bird, she doesn't even know what her man is up to."

Harry frowned. "What?"

From where did Fleur come into this?

Tonks sighed, disappointed. "Don't tell me you already forgot about her? You spent most of your birthday night with her! Though I wouldn't be surprised. You boys do like to treat girls like toys, don't you? Throw off the old one if the new one is shinier."

He finally remembered who she was talking about. For some reason, the only French girl in his mind currently was Fleur Delacour.

"Ah, you meant Camille? We were never in a relationship. It was just a onetime thing. She's probably back to her boyfriend by now."

Tonks' brows shot up to her forehead as she whipped towards him. "You're serious?"

Harry shrugged. "Don't know if they patched up yet. She just said she was taking some time away from him...uh, to find herself or something? I don't know. My attention was on her lower lips."

Tonks just blinked at him owlishly. "And you feel no guilt for what you did? Or she, for that matter!

"What, why should we feel any guilt?" Harry stared at her, bewildered. "She was single at the time. I liked her, she liked me, so we had a bit of fun for the night. That's about it really."

Tonks stared down at her shoes with a frown, looking to be in deep thought.

Harry closed the distance between them, coming to sit directly beside her. "So what happened with Bill?"

Another surprise was Tonks relationship with the eldest Weasley child. Though it kinda made sense. Remus was married here, and Tonks was just too young to be anywhere near the man.

"I'd rather not talk about it." She muttered, her eyes still glazed with conflict before they finally settled onto something.

"I'd rather not talk at all." She turned to him, biting her lips coyly. "Tell me, how would you like to repeat that 'bit of fun for a night' thing with me?"

Surprised, his eyes looked her up and down with a growing smile. "Well, I'd be interested...what about Bill though?"

In his previous life, Bill's last memory was watching his wife getting defiled before he was brutally killed. Moreover, he was just a good guy who really didn't deserve being cucked like this.

'Doesn't mean I won't bang Tonks anyway of course...'

Tonks' seemed to hesitate a little before a rebellious glint burnt it away. "We're not together anymore. He's found someone else. And frankly? I just don't care."

She stood up, dusting her pants while looking down at him. "Now are you coming or not? I know a place where no one will disturb us."

Well...who was he to deny such a generous offer?

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Gideon Krafft had seen much and lived much.

He was alive when the 2nd muggle world war started, personally laying witness to the horrific destruction the muggle weapons were capable of causing. He must've been 13 back when the attack on Pearl Harbor landed, and the images of such wanton killings had stuck to his mind forever.

Ever since that day, he'd sworn to himself; One day…..one day he will follow in his father's footsteps to cure this world of muggles. His father, a loyal supporter of Lord Grindelwald, had always said how the good times were coming. How he and his Lord were so close to taking control of the muggles, all for the selfless purpose of guiding them to a more peaceful world.

That dream had all gone down the drain when his father died, and Grindelwald was captured. Hope seemed to drain out of Gideon completely then, leaving just a purposeless bum of a wizard, whose only talent was brutality and fighting.

But he should've known that wouldn't be the end. Lord Grindelwald wasn't one to stay down for long, and when he started his reign once again, Gideon was amongst one of the first to join him. And he'd stuck to the one true Dark Lord ever since, quickly climbing up the ranks to become a senior member of the inner acolytes.

Which was why when he was given the task of accompanying Abernathy in this Merlin-forsaken country, away from his Lord's true objective, he'd been less than pleased. That displeasure had only grown when he was forced to take their ridiculous 'Test' to see what his dueling level was.

The displeasure had quickly birthed pure rage when he was handed a 'Level 5' symbol, equal to just an average Auror. As if an average Auror on this Blood-purist country could ever hope to match him.

'What nonsense.'

Gideon shook his head, dismissing his anger as he saw Abernathy's bird carrying a message for him. After quickly killing the bird with an especially malice 'Avada Kedavra', he untied the letter.

Gideon,

Your Target is Harry Potter. Stella and Mathew will accompany you. Wait till the death eaters start their chaos. The fools shall pave the path for your success. If the boy is surrounded, approach him covertly, with more caution. If he is alone, don't waste any time. Overpower him. A combined attack by all three of you will put even me on defensive. The boy shouldn't cause any problems as long as you approach this smartly.

Below are some images from the boy's latest dueling tournament. Study him, and make no mistakes. Meet us in an hour with the boy, inside the forest. Same spot.

For the greater good, fare thee well.

With an annoyed grimace, Gideon burned the letter away, barely containing a snarl. Why in Morgana's cheating cunt will he need anyone's help to capture a child!?

This was another reason why he hated his current predicament so much. He should've been by his Lord's side right now, fighting gloriously in the war against Argentina. But no! He was stuck here, capturing children! And he couldn't even do that alone!

Still, for all his anger he will obey Abernathy. Being one of the oldest followers of Grindelwald, he had Gideon's complete respect.

So Gideon got to his given work, scanning through the moving images of his target's duel against a ravishingly beautiful girl. Normally his focus would've been more on how the girl's massive tits strained against her skin-tight dueling robe, but not this time.

This time, he couldn't help but notice how skilled and fast the boy was.

'How the hell did these English freaks produce this kid?' Gideon scowled, irritated.

While he would no doubt still take care of the boy easily enough, it galled him to realize that this Harry Potter might surpass Gideon once he grew up.

'Well….if he survives today, that is.''

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"You know," Harry gasped out, driving into the tight folds of the writhing witch below him. "You might come to regret this later."

Nymphadora released a low moan, her back arching forward to present the twin pairs of big soft flesh to his awaiting lips.

"I..." She breathed out as he slowed their coupling, staring him in the eye and looking barely conscious. "...doubt it."

Her hands circled around his head as he pushed his lips against her massive tits, burying his face deep into her cleavage. His tongue slathered her flawless skin with his spittle, before biting onto her perfectly positioned nipples.

Her face and hair weren't the only things Tonks could change apparently. It had come as a pleasant surprise when the girl suddenly enlarged her breasts to almost match Bella's size in the middle of their third bout.

Since then, he'd made sure to give them all the love and care they deserved. The soft flawless flesh, crowned with dark pink nipples hadn't left his mouth for more than a minute since.

And they were in their 5th round now.

Soon, Harry once again found himself pumping inside the beautiful Metamorph vigorously, eliciting cute little gasps from her mouth as she wrapped her legs around his waist to weather the storm, her hands pressing his mouth even deeper into her breasts with a desperate need.

"Ahh, fuck..." She moaned out, her entire body shaking, not just through the might of his thrust but also by her own growing orgasm.

"...Fuck fuck fuck..." She let out with each rhythmic thumping as their waists slammed against each other again and again.

"Yeah..." Harry breathed out into her breasts, his eyes seeing nothing but her flesh. "..That's what I'm doing."

Their bodies were completely pressed against each other now as he slipped in and out of her tight cunt in rapid succession, rocking the entire conjured bed with the power of their coupling. Her legs were doing their best to try and keep him buried inside her, pushing against his behind in desperate passion.

"Ooh...you fuckin' monster..." She moaned in pleasure and ecstasy as her tight channel squeezed his cock with incredible pressure and heat. "Don't stop!...Don't stop please!"

Their waists might as well have been the opposite sides of magnets with how fast they met each other with every thrust. His enhanced physique meant he was pounding inside the girl beneath him with superhuman force, making the clapping sound of their pelvis dominate the entire room.

"...Ooh...fuck...Harry!" She screamed, her hands digging inside his hair to drag his face up.

There was no more talking. Their lips met each other with a passionate need and their tongues started a duel between them, both trying to suck each other's mouths off.

"Ah'm cummhmm!" She moaned in his mouth with their lips still locked, her hand banging onto his back to signal her words as she opened her legs wide into the air, spreading them apart to accept his harsh pounding and leaving her spasming pussy to the mercy of his cock.

Harry's fucking gained a new intensity as the Nymph below him started writhing uncontrollably. Her hold tightened around his neck as she tried matching his every thrust with her own, hisses of 'Yes Yes yes!' leaving her as she finally came.

Her channels contracted around his shaft, tightening to an unbelievable level as she screamed out with all her might, letting go of his mouth to bite upon his neck.

Had they not already warded their tiny room, he would've been afraid that the entire stadium heard her bellow of pleasure and satisfaction.

The incredible heat and squeezing that his shaft received began his own journey towards orgasm as his balls slowly started churning for the 3rd time that day.

He didn't stop fucking Tonks even as she calmed down considerably, taking deep breaths in as her tunnels finally stopped gushing out and her legs came back down on the bed, curling up by her hips.

"That," She breathed in his neck. "Was incredible."

"I'm not done yet." Harry grunted, still busy building up his own excitement as he continued pounding away inside the girl missionary style, his body completely covering her as he propped himself up in a plank with his arms beside her head.

"Yeah, I can feel that inside me Harry." Nymphadora laughed around the small hisses of pleasure that she involuntarily let out every time he slid into her. "Honestly, I still can't believe you can go on for this long. How many times did you make me cum already? Seven? Eight?"

"Ah-huh." He answered as he changed their position, rolling down from her body before facing her again, sideways. "Roll around."

She did so, letting her body be spooned by his, presenting him her shapely arse in the process. As they both laid sideways, he propped one of her legs up, aiming his shaft at her entrance again.

She let out a moaned hiss as he plunged deep inside her without preamble, restarting their fucking with the same intensity as before.

"You know," Harry grunted, continuing to piston in and out of her as he fucked her sideways. He pulled her further against him, pushing one hand under her to cup her breasts, his fingers gripping onto the bountiful cleavage tightly he rode her.

While his other hand caressed her hips, slowly travelling down between her legs before his middle finger started massaging her clit softly. "I'd love to claim your backdoor as well."

"Well," Nymph cupped his hand with hers, pressing his fingers even tighter upon her breasts. "This is gonna be a long long day then."