Chapter 24

The day till then had been progressing quite uneventfully for Rufus. Aside from a few minor mock duels, the biggest thing he had to worry about were street hawkers selling fake talismans to warn clueless citizens about dark wizards.

With Potter taking a half-day to watch the game, Rufus had the sole leadership over the entire security squad, and he hadn't wasted any time in making some personal changes.

Now, most of the important junctions were covered by Aurors, while the Hit-wizards were kept on standby.

All in all, it was a perfect day that was bound to bring in some good PR for him and his team.

The only thing he hoped was for the day to continue the same.

Of course, for that to happen, he must also do his job splendidly.

As his feet took him out of the stadium, back to his evening shift, Rufus took out a small black square-shaped cardboard from his pocket. He revolved his wand over the tiny palm-sized card, and the darkness faded away, transforming the card to pure glowing white.

"All Auror units, this is Scrimgeour." He spoke into the glowing card. "Start the hourly check-up now."

The thing in his hand was one of the most brilliant inventions of the 19th century, known as the 'Telecard'. It enabled a group to communicate with each other over long distances instantly.

For him, that meant his squad could quickly relay any information they come across, making their security air-tight.

The one in his hand had an established connection to 49 other cards, all belonging to an active Auror or initiate. While he did not know how it worked exactly, he knew a simple protean charm was acting as its base. There must also be something to pass sound as well, considering the device enabled him to hear the individual voices of his people.

It was a work of genius, beautiful and elegant. Just like its creator, Lily Potter.

Another thing that Potter did not deserve, but still possessed.

"Dawlish checking in sir, everything looks clear." Dawlish's voice answered him.

He was only the first of many, as all the 17 Auror teams that Rufus had scattered around the entire land answered one by one, according to their team number…..except the last.

Rufus's feet came to a stop as the seconds passed away and no one answered.

"Proudfoot, check-in." He commanded from his side before waiting for a response.

Seconds turned to minutes as Rufus held his breath, but only silence remained.

'...Could this be?...No!'

He mustn't think the worse for such a minor thing.

Hailing every Telecard he spoke with a confidence he did not feel. "Team 16, check on Proudfoot. Must've been off to relieve himself again. He will be punished for this."

"Yes, sir!" Came the team leader's response.

Rufus could hear their crack of disapparitions quite clearly and held his breath for the news.

There was zero waiting time as the next second their team leader screamed out again. "Code Red! It's code Red! Proudfoot is down! I repeat, Proudfoot is down! I'm checking for a pulse but I think he's been murde–"

The voice cut off abruptly, leaving only silence for them to hear.

"Team 16?" Rufus called absently, his heart beating a thousand miles. "Jones? Taylor? Patel!?"

Nothing but silence answered him in return.

'No no no, why? Why!? This day was going so perfectly! Merlin damn it.'

Rufus took deep breaths, occluding away his growing panic. Panic was one thing he couldn't afford right now. Not if he wanted to have any chances at salvaging this.

"Team 7 and 12, you're the closest to their position. Get a read on and reply ASAP." He barked out the orders, quickly organizing his mind. "Everyone else, be on high alert. There are enemies on the lose. Search the entire 7 levels and stun anyone you see, no one should be out and about in their tents right now. Do a complete scan around you and contact back. My priority is the Minister so I shall be in the top box. Copy?"

As he got a multitude of affirmatives, Rufus Scrimgeour ran for the stadium, back where he came from.

"Damn it!"

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A soft finger trailed down his stomach gently, tickling him out of his sleepiness.

"Stop that." Harry snapped with a snort, though not moving from his position.

He was lying on a conjured bed, completely naked and exposed, his hands acting as his pillow. The same could also be said about an equally naked Tonks draped over him, with her heavy breasts smashed into his chest, the plentiful cleavage spilling down from the side.

"Hmmm...I don't think I will." She murmured and he could feel her warm words upon the skin of his chest as she left a trail of kisses from his neck down to his chest before moving further down to his stomach.

She nestled down her head on his sternum, her face facing towards his softened member as a lone finger slithered towards its tip. "I always thought the story of the three brothers was just a children's tale."

Her words quickly chased away the last bit of his sleep, jarring him out of his comfort.

"But look here." She continued, her finger slowly massaging the skin of his shaft up and down. "The wand of infinite power in all its glory."

Harry sighed, relieved and amused. For a second there he'd almost thought...

Nope. No need to bother with that. The death stick was safe with Dumbledore...until his death...

'Merlin, this is so not the time for such grimness.' He shook off the thoughts, his attention moving to the girl on top of him.

"A wand does not matter, Miss Tonks." He answered lightly. "It's the skill of the wizard that counts."

The girl hummed, sending comfortable vibrations down his tummy. "Call me Nymph when we're alone, Harry. You've earned it. And quite thoroughly, I might say."

She turned her face to him, though not before leaving a kiss on his navel. "But the best combo is a powerful wand combined with a skillful wizard, isn't it? And I'll admit, yours was the biggest one I've ever had, and your skill with it were the best I've ever experienced."

"Alright, you can stop kissing my arse." Harry snorted, before a smirk formed on his face. "Though I'll be quite happy with you kissing something else. And that something is just a couple of inches below you, getting ready for another round of pumping."

Her eyebrows claimed up her forehead as she turned back to his shaft. "Merlin, is this thing actually getting up again? We've been at it for hours now! The match is probably ending now."

"What can I say? I'm in my prime right now. And who cares about the match." Then, with a bit of force, he pushed her face down on his crotch. "Go on then...Nymph. Give it a suck."

"Oh well...Gladly." And his sweet Nymph proceeded to do just that, slathering his cock with her tongue and mouth quite enthusiastically as she started bobbing up and down.

The warmth and softness of her mouth made sure that his member was now completely rock solid again. Had it not been such an erotic sight, it would've been quite comedic to see such a delicate and beautiful face licking and kissing a cock bigger than her whole head.

Harry was just starting to relax back, intending to enjoy another satisfying round of pleasure and debauchery, when a shrill whistle suddenly blew his ears away.

"Aww fuck, what's that?" He winced as the high-pitched sound bit into his head.

Nymph was already up and running towards where her clothes were thrown off earlier in the day. "A message."

Harry tsked, his throbbing shaft not enjoying the sudden cold of the room. "What do they want now? You already sent a Patronus to your mother, didn't you?"

"It's not from the family." Nymph said, fishing out a red card from her jacket's pocket. "It's from work."

Harry tsked again, letting his head fall back onto his arm.

"Oh." A single glance inside the card and the girl became pale-faced. "Oh fuck."

Then she became a flurry of movements, one hand quickly picking up her clothes while the other aimed her wand at her mouth, shooting a fountain of water inside.

She proceeded to quickly clean herself, looking quite impatient.

'It's time.' Harry realized with a start. 'The death eaters must be here.'

It seems the time for a different kind of fun has come.

He was up instantly, extending his hand to his own clothes. His Holly wand left the condiments of his holster and snapped into his awaiting palm at once.

"What's the situation?" He absently asked, waving his wand to summon his clothes as well.

He received no answer.

Irritated, he turned to the girl only to find her standing completely still, her pretty mouth wide open.

"Did you just...was that Wandless magic?" She exclaimed. "Holy Morgana..."

"Close that mouth or I'll fill it up with something else." Harry snapped, his hand searching for the magic-resistant pouch Lily had gifted him. "And believe me, you wouldn't want that thing forcing its way down your throat."

Thankfully his threat made a slow smirk climb up on her face, shifting her attention away from the wooden wand to the meaty one. "I think I can handle it. Changing my throat size is also in my repertoire you know."

"Really?" He asked in surprise, his hurried movements coming to a sudden stop as his imagination started running wildly. "Think we have some time to finish what we started?"

Nymph laughed, walking towards him sensually with only her bra and panties on. A bra that was really struggling to hold those massive knockers, looking almost ready to burst free.

She came to a stop in front of him, before standing on her toes and giving him a searing hot kiss.

He was surprised by the passion behind her lips but she soon ended the kiss, moving away. "I'll finish you off later, promise. But we have some work now."

Shaking his head, he let the calm logic of Occlumency clear away any remaining lust, focusing back on what was important. "Right. The situation. What happened?"

"Scrimgeour found a dead body of an Auror." She informed, deflating her breasts and behind to an average size. "He's calling everyone to arms. I'm making my way to Lvl 5 area, while you need to go back to our families. And please don't wander off anywhere else. Your dad and Aunt Bella will be called on as well, and my parents aren't much as duelers. You'd be the only help to Aunt Lily if something serious happens."

Harry mulled her words a little before dismissing them, his Occlumency helping him focus on what was important: Killing those Death eaters.

From the very start, this day had always been in his main plans. Those foolish Death eaters were supposed to be out in the open today, reveling in dominating powerless muggles.

If Harry could successfully eliminate them, he would be ridding Voldemort of a large part of his army.

Of course, this plan had changed a little as he began realising how different this world was. But the core still remained.

Even if these Death eaters were some super duellers, he could atleast subdue one of them and gather more information on this world's Voldemort.

Not trying at all was just not in his blood.

As Nymphadora opened the door, finally finished putting her jacket on, she turned to him one last time. "What happened today...this was all purely physical right?"

"Of course." Harry tilted his head. "Were you expecting something more?"

He couldn't see her face as she'd already turned away. "I...well no, just...meet me after this is over if you want me to keep my promise."

Then she was off, not waiting for his response.

Shaking off her words, he quickly strapped the dragon holster in place, before plunging his hand deep inside the extension-charmed pouch, bringing out his outfit for this special evening.

Apart from the pouch, one of the many gifts that Lily had showered him with was a fully customized Dragon-hide dueling robe.

This was the kind of cheat-code that he'd never imagined getting his hands on in his previous life.

Dragon leather by itself was already one of the hardest materials to work with, due to their amazing resistance to magic. Even a simple pair of gloves could put a dent in the bank account of an average wizarding family.

But things went out of hands for Dueling robes.

You can't simply go to a shop and buy one, not just due to how controlled the ministry kept their marketing, but also because they were incredibly costly– Almost 10 Firebolts worth.

So he definitely appreciated the effort Lily must've put into the gifts. And had his Occlumency not been suppressing his feelings to focus on the objective, this would've only increased the terrible guilt he would've felt for basically abandoning her in the times of need.

Swearing to make this all worth it, he quickly dressed up with a focused mind.

As he began shoving his old clothes in the pouch though, a small figurine slipped out and fell on the ground.

It was the inanimate form of his mini-phoenix.

Frowning, Harry started to crouch, only for the statue to come alive and start flapping away.

"Hey there, little bird." He made to grab the Phoenix but it quickly flew out the door. "Now, wherever might you be going?"

It was quite unexpected considering the bird had never misbehaved before. He pondered upon the implication that it might have some sentience, absently giving chase after it.

The place Nymph had selected for their fun-time was an unused changing room in the underground section of the stadium, which meant his path coincided with his bird's.

Afterall, he still needed to get out of the stadium.

He easily kept up with the flying creature with his enhanced speed. Though he got the strangest feeling it was purposeful going slow for him.

Soon, his feet climbed up the final set of stairs, joining the main lobby that divided the underground section from the audience, before he made his way outside.

Waiting for him at the entrance was a different Auror this time, a severe expression set on his face as he held his wand cautiously.

"Back where you came from." The Auror snapped out before Harry could reach him. "Our Aurors are facing a situation. You cannot leave the stadium until it is resolved."

He whipped out the same card he'd used earlier, but this time the Auror was shaking his head without even getting a clear look.

"I'm well informed of your V.I.P status Mr. Potter, but you being underaged takes away from the card's privileges."

Harry frowned at the unexpected complication.

The bird was impatiently cawing at him, doing somersaults in the air by itself. Also, judging from its path it was leading him away from tents where he knew all the action would take place.

With a reluctant sigh, he waved his wand at the chirping Phoenix, forcefully dragging it back towards his hand. "Sorry, buddy. I can't afford any distractions today."

Before his hand could close upon it, however, the bird of fire burnt away in itself, disappearing in a whoosh of flames quite akin to Fawkes.

He blinked with a tilted head as it reappeared exactly where it had been previously, though this time looking ready to fly off by itself.

'Now this is too interesting to ignore.'

He turned back to the Auror, who himself looked mesmerized by the bird. "I apologize for this."

His words alerted the Auror and the man's wand snapped towards him at once, his eyes falling on Harry's wand. But the wizard didn't see Harry's other fist until it was too late, taking a solid hit straight to the temple and falling unconscious before he'd even touched the ground.

Harry wasted no time as the bird was already flying away faster than he could run. He tore after it with a speed he had never ran before, pushing the limits of what his body could do.

Still, the bird was slowly but surely getting away. So once he reached the woods, leaving the confinements of the wards, he quickly disapparated away with the softest of cracks, taking a guess and reappearing a few meters ahead of the bird's path.

Not to be shown down, the bird did the same, though its silent flames most likely looked cooler than his apparition.

With both teleporting a dozen meters at once, they traversed through the forest in record time.

Though once they got deeper into the woods, he didn't seem to need the bird's help anymore. Because he realized exactly where it was leading him.

A scream, pained and fearful. A bellow, enraged and powerful. And an agonized yell carrying a sharp promise of retribution.

The three voices, all female, were still ringing in the air as he forced his way through a hedge. The sun had already fallen low and the woods stopped the lingering rays from entering.

So in the lightest shade of darkness, Harry finally stumbled upon a scene straight from a storybook's final boss fight.

Between the ever-encompassing darkness, there stood a sole source of light and heat provided by a simple bonfire, illuminating the scene to his eyes.

Two bodies, male, were lying on the ground. Both were badly burnt and charred, with smoke still coming off of their body. And in front of the bodies, he could make out the silhouettes of the three females that he'd heard earlier. The smallest one huddled behind the bigger two in a tiny little ball, sobs of dread and helplessness leaving her in hiccups.

The other two were knelt protectively over her, though the more mature one seemed to take the lead.

And in the front of them all was the big bad villain, circling them slowly like a wolf as he spat out words in a language Harry didn't understand but knew was French.

Harry could make out severe burn marks around his arms as he waved them around as if explaining his master plan.

"–See, I waited? I was patient. I knew you'd come here. I planned and plotted, and bided my time." The man spoke animatedly, looking drunk and every bit as insane as Harry imagined Tommy's followers to be. "Do you really think you got that tent due to the goodness of that woman's heart? She ate my money! And now you're here, exactly where I wanted! Killing my men changes nothing. We've some unfinished business, my dear daughters and my dearest wife. Business that I– Urkh!"

So naturally, Harry waved his wand and launched a silent Sectumsempre.

'Good things shouldn't be delayed.'

His spell struck the man right on the back of his neck.

Over the last month, Harry had come to familiarize himself with his newfound raw power. But it still cut a surprising sight when the man's head toppled away to the side, his neck gushing out a shower of blood upon the three ladies.

The younger one screamed, before being picked up by one of the females as they scrambled away from the bloodbath.

'...And I've given a bunch of innocent muggles PTSD. All in a good day's work'

Harry sighed, dropping his Occlumency.

'Great.' He grouched. 'Now I'll have to console this panicking lot just to mindwipe them properly.'

From the years of experience, he knew when deleting someone's memories, the victim must be relatively calm so that they don't carry over feelings from a recently erased memory.

While Harry normally wouldn't have cared if some unfortunate being became braindead by their mind overloading, even he didn't feel at ease in doing so for a clearly abused group of females. Especially when one of them looked barely 8 or 9 years old.

And he can't calm them down with the shield on his empathy influencing his words.

With another sigh, he started approaching the group with unhurried steps. The females were now facing him, hiding an abundance of relief and shock behind a curtain of renewed caution.

It was only when Harry came into the circle of the area illuminated by the bonfire, did he finally get a glimpse of their faces. His eyes instantly snapped to the one face he could easily recognize anywhere.

She stood tall and willowy, long silvery-blonde hair falling almost till her waist. Even covered in dirt, with clothes torn in places, she couldn't hide the grace and elegance in her figure.

But by far the most capturing of her details was her face. Clear flawless skin, pale and bright. High cheekbones, delicate and perfect. Beautiful blue eyes, sparkling like the clearest river on earth.

Such breathtaking beauty the girl possessed, that she instantly became a second source of light among the darkness, emanating a strange silver glow that made her look a goddess amongst mortals.

Their eyes met then, deep blue eyes staring into the emerald green ones with shock, awe, and a quickly growing happiness.

"Arry'!" came the very familiar yell of delight.

And as the silver-haired goddess started running towards him, Harry could only think one thing.

'My day has just become a whole deal more interesting...'

And complicated.

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AN: Done! Two 7k worth of chapters all for your viewing pleasure. And our two young future-lovers have finally reunited!

So, what did you guys think? About Nymph's character and the following bout of debauchery? Any Bill sympathizers here?

Like usual, rate the scene from 1 to 10 on the level of your arousal. Let me know what could've been improved (apart from the length lol).

Also, I know I promised a different kind of action for this chapter but Nymph was just begging for a banging. Sorry if any of you were disappointed. Rest assured the next one is all about action and dueling...and not the bed kind.

Well that's all for today. Let me know your thoughts and reactions to the chap down in the comments.

Until next time, stay safe and take care.

Peace!

P.S: Next update is for Mystique Soldier on 18th, and the next SOW Chapters will be on 24th.