When Death Walks on Earth (2)

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As morbid as it might sound, Harry was expecting something to happen before he began his Seventh year at Hogwarts. The intense training that he made the Morte Dextra go through was for that reason. Eventually, it merely ended up as paranoia for Voldemort and Co. hadn't made a single move. The day he should return to Hogwarts came without any incident.

"I get his reasoning, but has Albus forgotten what I told him?"

"It would be weird if he were to give it to anyone but you, no?"

While preparing to leave for the King's Cross Station, Harry was checking through his trunk. He didn't carry a lot but didn't want to leave anything behind. Looking at his uniform reminded him of the fact he had been made Head Boy. He didn't mind being a Prefect, but a Head Boy was a chore. That was especially true given his responsibility as the Chief of Morte Dextra.

Albus should've known better not to give Harry more responsibility. He had done that to Harry in the other universe, after all. Ignoring the responsibility the position entailed, he had also told Albus he would take his NEWT exams early. He might be able to coordinate Morte Dextra through the communication device Lily had invented, but being confined in Hogwarts was not ideal. Therefore, he would graduate early.

Not to mention, given Harry's and Albus' absence, Bella and Rufus were the ones taking charge of the force. Harry didn't doubt Bella's ability to lead, but Bella was still the Head Auror. She had to split her attention between the two forces.

Aurors who were also Ambassadors—members of the Morte Dextra are called as such, heretofore—still had to work as one. They mingled with normal Aurors and did the mundane Auror jobs. No matter how important Morte Dextra was, the Ministry couldn't afford to lose that many Aurors so soon. Therefore, Bella and the others still had to serve their department.

That situation made the existence of Morte Dextra even more mythical. No one knew who was part of the force. Those who knew couldn't tell and those who were didn't speak about it. Speculations ran wild among the Aurors. They mostly assumed the more competent Aurors were part of Morte Dextra.

That aside, Harry didn't like trusting his responsibility to someone else. On top of not wanting to add the load on Bella's shoulders, he didn't want to leave her facing a potentially fatal case alone. He had been against Bella and Lily joining the force, after all. Morte Dextra was created for the sole purpose of guaranteeing his family's safety. What was the point if he had everyone he wanted to protect there?

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do before the ladies' stubbornness. He had reluctantly agreed to let them join the force. Fortunately, his vehement rejection still managed to dissuade Fleur. He had to assure her she was not pants at Magical Fight for the next week, though. In other words, a week-long sparring and a lot of sex.

"Forget it. I would let him deal with the repercussions," Harry shrugged and turned to Lily. "Are the brats ready?"

"They are still stuffing their trunk to the brim. 'Wouldn't have a boring year at Hogwarts,' they said," Lily answered with an amused smile.

"Well, I wouldn't want to wait for them. How about getting some action until then?" Harry suggested with a lopsided grin.

Lily smiled seductively before kissing Harry. She went down slowly, stood on her knees, and unbuckled his pants. Before long, she had his impressive member in her hand. No matter how many times she had handled it, its size amazed her every time. She stroked it a couple of times before swallowing it whole. It would be a nightmare to swallow his member without a certain superhuman trait, but nothing Magic could fix.

Harry pulled Lily up after some time. He sat her on the edge of the bed and pulled her jeans down with a wave of his hand. She idly noted the casual use of wandless Magic. That scene was immediately forgotten in favour of the heavenly feeling he gave her. He ate her so well that she almost lost her mind.

Poosha!

As soon as Lily climaxed, Harry pushed his member inside. Her stomach bulged, allowing him to see his shape. She moaned out his name, pleasure clouding her eyes. Her eyes entrapped his waist, forbidding him from getting out of her. He complied. He ploughed her fertile land through and through.

"Mom, we're ready!"

Unfortunately, they had to end their activity in one round. Charlus and Draco had finished their preparation, so they had to leave for the King's Cross Station soon. Harry and Lily cleaned themselves with a wave of their wand, erasing any trace of debauchery from them. Lily was still red in the face, but nothing could be done about that.

"I am still wet," Lily sighed.

"There's nothing we can do about it, Hun. I'll see if we can make it on the train," Harry consoled with a kiss on her forehead.

The two walked downstairs and met the brats. Narcissa was standing beside Draco and Charlus, accompanied by three beautiful ladies with pale skin. The beauties were century-old Vampires from Romania that Camille had pulled to their side. So far, the three were the only ones who had managed to get to the manor and enslaved by Harry. He didn't rely on trust in anyone but his family. Even the Ambassadors were bound to him.

"Well, good morning, folks. How is it going?" Harry greeted.

"Good morning, Master. Everything is well for us," the black-haired, slender Vampire replied.

"It's good to hear that, Maria."

"Let's just leave already. We are getting late," Charlus grumbled.

"Agreed," Draco echoed.

"You brats. We were the ones waiting for you to patch up your business," Harry scoffed. "But that's true. We should leave soon."

They promptly headed to the fireplace connected to the Floo Network. It was a special one since it only accepted those who had been approved by Harry. No one could even track it through the Floo Network. That was how serious Harry was about the security of his house. Once everyone had stepped into the fireplace, they arrived at King's Cross Station.

Their arrival instantly attracted the attention of the people at Platform 9¾. The very first face they noticed was the most-talked young Wizard Harry Peverell who also happened to head Morte Dextra, the special force to combat Voldemort and his army. Cameras flashed and greetings and whispers filled the place. However, no one approached the group. The aura Harry was exuding caused them to instinctively keep their distance.

Harry looked around, discreetly acknowledging his Ambassadors blending in the crowd. He told Draco to say goodbye to his mum before promptly telling his family to get on the train.

"I have something to say to Narcissa," Harry answered Lily's unasked question. "I will find you on the train later."

"All right. I will be waiting," Lily nodded before sashaying to the train.

Harry kept his eyes on Lily's arse for a moment—discreetly, of course—before addressing Narcissa and the three Vampires.

"While I am confident in my manor's security, I won't ignore the fact that everything can go to shit at any moment's notice. Therefore, I want you to save as many as you can before activating the Escape Ward when that happens. The Ward will destroy the place and bring you to Hogwarts. You got me?"

"Crystal," Narcissa nodded.

"Lastly, you might feel lonely at the manor, but if you want to have some 'fun,' please do it in the guest house. Unless you want to do it with me, don't ever do it in the manor. Crystal?"

Narcissa's cheeks reddened as she muttered, "Is that an offer?"

"Why, of course." Harry shook his head. "Anyway, I'm off. I hope you get along well."

"Take care."

Harry gave one last look to the four women. Narcissa was dodging his face, sporting a bashful look on her face. The Vampires… well, he was quite surprised they didn't strip him and ravage him then and there, given the way they looked at him. He nodded and got on the train.

As luck would have it, Harry had to hold a Prefect meeting on the train. Therefore, he immediately headed to the Prefects' compartment. Some prefects were already there. They immediately came to attention as soon as he entered the compartment. His eyes turned to his partner, the Head Girl who happened to be Penelope Clearwater.

According to Harry's knowledge, the girl should have graduated along with Percy Weasley. However, according to his knowledge, Charlus Potter shouldn't have existed too, so it was a moot point.

"Can anyone summon the rest of the Prefects?" Harry voiced out.

"I will do it, Harry," Adeline, Harry's fellow Slytherin volunteered.

"Why, thank you, dear," Harry smiled.

Harry walked to the seat and sat beside Penelope. The girl offered him a shaky smile and he returned it with a nod. The compartment fell silent. Harry felt like he was the cause of it. He was glad no one bothered him with mundane questions, but he also didn't want to be a mosquito repellant.

'The story of my life.'

Creak!

The special compartment door slid open and Adeline entered with the rest of the Prefects. Harry's eyes went to the black-haired student who bore a slight resemblance to him. He knew Charlus had been made Prefect, along with Draco, but didn't know about the deal he had with Adeline. He suddenly recalled their conversation and the puzzles clicked into places.

"Well, you managed to surprise me, Potter."

Adeline blushed meanwhile Charlus raised his nose high. Harry sighed inwardly, hoping his ditzy friend was not just out for some young blood.

"Very well, then. Without further ado, I hereby declare the beginning of our meeting. Our situation, unfortunately, mimics last year's, so we have to patrol the train to make sure the students are safe from the rogue Dementors."

He split the Prefects into teams and assigned them to different carriages. The patrol would start once they were forty-five minutes away from Hogwarts. When everything was said and done, he went to find his Lily.