The Group Gathers (Susan + Padma)

The very next day, Harry was back in Hogsmeade. Originally he planned to combine this errand with a visit to the Hog's Head, to badger Aberforth into joining him, but Tracey had come through for him more cleverly than he ever expected. Instead of having to wear Aberforth down, the man had already joined him, and was walking behind Harry as they ventured into town. With them was Angelina Johnson.

Ordinarily, Tonks would've been the one Harry took as a third, on account of her being a better fighter than Angelina. However, Tonks still wasn't walking all that well after the night they spent together at the Hog's Head, so she'd been allowed to take the day off.

Maybe that was for the best. Considering who they were going to meet, it was probably good that Harry not show how loyal Tonks was to him. After all, he was supposed to be picking up more of the people who accepted his offer to join him, and he knew who would accompany them.

Sure enough, when they saw the group waiting at the border of the Hogwarts' grounds, Albus Dumbledore was standing there, the students in question behind him.

Harry looked at the headmaster briefly, then studied the crowd. There were definitely some faces that were missing, but overall, he was happy with how many showed up to accept his invitation.

"Hello there, Harry," Dumbledore said. "It took a bit longer to see you again than I expected, when I sent you off on the Hogwarts Express for christmas holidays."

"What can I say, headmaster?" Harry said neutrally. "Sometimes, unexpected things happen."

"Quite right, my boy!" Dumbledore said. "But the ministry? Truly? You're still only a boy. Your place is in school."

"Maybe it should be," Harry said, "but when I was in school, things kept trying to kill me, and it really didn't train me all that well for staying alive, so I had to make other arrangements."

"And this motley group behind me?" Dumbledore asked. "Will you rob them of their education, too?"

One of the students, Pansy Parkinson, scoffed and rolled her eyes. She marched past Dumbledore to stand at Harry's side, apparently getting sick of this verbal dance they were doing and just making her loyalties known.

"I need their help," Harry said.

"They are children, running to another child to lead them," Dumbledore said.

"I'm of age," Harry pointed out.

"We're all children until we grow up, Harry, and we grow up at different times," Dumbledore said. "Based on your recent actions, I struggle to imagine you've undergone that change yet."

Harry's jaw tightened. He considered saying something mean and wild, like he had in the wake of Sirius's death, but he held back. That, right there, was a sign of growth. As soon as he realized this, Dumbledore's scathing assessment just felt like a tantrum being thrown by an old man because things weren't going his way.

"Maybe I'm still growing up," Harry said. "But even if I am, they trust me to lead them, and I trust them to have my back. That's what matters most."

"Can't argue with that," said a voice behind him, cutting off Albus.

Albus looked at Aberforth, his eyes twinkling with an unreadable emotion.

"I take it that you've abandoned my order?" he asked.

"If backing the boy and being a part of your club are mutually exclusive… then I know who I'm choosing," Aberforth told his brother.

"Curious," Albus said. "I thought that you hated reckless children who acted without thinking."

Pansy Parkinsons glared at her now ex-headmaster. Aberforth, however, snorted.

"Harry learns lessons when he makes mistakes," Aberforth said. "I can work with someone like that. Much better than someone who just pretends to become better."

For the first time ever, Harry saw Albus Dumbledore's expression shift. He looked genuinely hurt for a moment before he covered it up.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way," Albus said.

Aberforth scratched his face. "It is a shame, isn't it?"

After a pause, the headmaster said, "I see now that I can't put anyone here off of their decision. Know that I think it unwise, and make of that what you will. It may be a long time before I see you all again. Despite my reservations, I do not wish ill on any of you. Good luck facing Voldemort in your own way."

It was a pretty polite farewell. Definitely more polite than the verbal jabs that Dumbledore had been throwing around before. Still, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that when he wished them luck doing things "their own way" that he was fully expecting it to crash and burn. Likely, he thought they would come crawling back to him after a few crushing defeats.

The joke was on Dumbledore. Harry had seen the inner workings of the ministry. If they suffered even a couple bad losses, the whole organization was liable to come crashing down before anyone would get the chance to jump ship. Harry HAD to succeed, or it would be over for him.

Albus Dumbledore turned around and left toward the castle. Harry turned his attention onto the students who'd chosen to take up his call.

Other than Pansy who was standing by his side (who he knew would accept given her situation at Hogwarts) the first to step forward was Neville Longbottom.

Harry's least confident roommate had lost some weight recently as his confidence increased after the Department of Mysteries battle. Harry shook his head, extremely glad to have one of his Gryffindor roommates on his side.

"You really meant it, right Harry?" Neville asked. "That you want me to join you?"

"Of course!" Harry said. "If you weren't with us at the first battle we fought, I wouldn't be here."

Neville had been the last standing along with Harry while they battled grown Death Eaters. If he could get past his confidence problems, he'd be a force to be reckoned with. Just like both his parents had been.

"Hermione turned the offer down," Neville said. "She wanted me to tell you that she said sorry. She couldn't bring herself to leave school early."

Pansy snorted. "Nerd."

After their stay together at the Burrow, however, it sounded more teasing and didn't carry any actual animosity.

"I expected that," Harry admitted. "And Ron?"

"He really wanted to say yes," Neville said. "Even more than I did, actually. But his mom got wind of the whole thing, and she heard that Dumbledore hated the idea. After that, if he said yes, she was going to throw him out like Percy. Either that or ground him forever. Ron still thought about saying yes."

"I'm glad he didn't," Harry admitted.

He wanted his friend at his side, but he didn't want him to ruin his relationship with his parents either. Hopefully if Harry's group started to show real results in the war, he could approach Arthur Weasley and have him help convince his wife to let Ron join up. For now, this would have to do.

In addition to Neville, Luna Lovegood had come. Just like Neville, she was a veteran of the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. Not only that, but she had access to the Quibbler through her father. Harry didn't have any ideas on how to use that yet, considering the general public perception of the magazine was so low, but it wasn't a bad card to have in his back pocket.

"I wonder if the ministry has any Wrackspurts," she said. "The last time we were there, I was too busy to stop and look."

"No idea," Harry said. "Investigate to your heart's content."

Luna smiled at him. "You're very kind, Harry Potter. Wrackspurts favor sweaty, moist, warm places. Like underneath bed sheets after intercourse. I'll have to do a very thorough inspection."

Harry rolled his eyes while Angelina let out an incredulous cough. Aberforth grumbled something about Harry and "too much luck."

Finally, the last three came forward at the same time. Padma and Parvati Patil looked confused, while Susan Bones was wringing her hands nervously.

"Harry… Did you mean to invite US?" Padma asked.

"Of course I did," Harry said. "If you're willing to accept, I'll gladly have you."

The three still looked a little bit unconvinced. Harry made a mental note to sit down with each of them soon and discuss what their roles would be.

Parvati Patil wasn't perfect in terms of grades, but she was possibly the most popular girl in their whole Hogwarts year. She had a natural way with people that couldn't but convert them to her side. In anything where you would need a diplomatic approach, she was pretty much the perfect liaison. Harry planned to have Alicia train her as well, so that she'd have someone to help her with organizational work for the rest of the group.

Padma was going to help with planning and strategy. Pansy and Tracey brought plenty of cunning, but Padma was a Ravenclaw and one of the brightest minds of their year was smarter in the academic sense. She could think things through methodically, and come up with novel ideas when she had to.

Susan had a slightly less defined role. Simply put, she was the last of the Bones family. Edgar Bones, her uncle, had been one of the main members of the original Order of the Phoenix before his death during the first war. Amelia Bones, her late aunt, had been possibly the most powerful witch in the ministry. There was power in that family, and if he could bring it out, Harry knew Susan would be a crucial asset. It helped that she was unerringly loyal, like the Hufflepuff she was.

Harry clapped his hands. "Alright everyone!" he said. "Let's go help you all settle in. What do you say?"

There were a lot of eager nods. In a few minutes, they had returned to the Ministry via portkey.

The rest of the late morning and afternoon was a buzz of activity. They all had a nice lunch, and Harry marveled at how much more lively it felt with extra people on hand. After that, he showed them where his accommodations were in the ministry, and to the place where they would be staying.

Scrimgeour, good to his word, had come through on providing places for those Harry could recruit. They were on the same floor as Harry's room, because he converted old quarters for diplomats visiting the country. Since Voldemort's return, places like France and Germany and Spain had pulled their delegates out of Britain, so the rooms were completely free.

Only Aberforth wasn't staying in the provided accommodations. He chose to remain in his home at Hogsmeade, although he had lots of Portkeys and escape methods on hand. If there was anyone that Harry wasn't worried about the health of, it was Aberforth. He was on the level of an inner circle Death Eater all by himself.

It took so long to familiarize everyone with the rooms and let them stash their things, a process slowed down further by their good humor and fairly relaxed pace throughout it, that it was dinner time by the time they were done. They all ate in Harry's room, which had a large table set up for everyone.

When the food was done, Aberforth went home. Neville went back to his room to turn in, because he always liked to get to sleep early. Harry remembered that trait of his from their time as roommates, so it wasn't surprising to see that it hadn't changed.

After Neville left, the girls all exchanged looks. Suddenly, three of them stood up and pulled Harry to his feet, pushing him out of the room.

"Huh?" Harry said.

"Stay outside for a minute," insisted Pansy, one of the ones pushing him along. "We need to decide something."

They returned to the room, shutting him out of his own quarters. It was a bit annoying, but Harry was too curious to complain. He heard the sound of an exploding snap game beginning within.

The first voice he heard to cry out with frustration was Tonks. Soon, she exited the door behind Harry, walking down the hall.

"See you tomorrow," she said glumly.

"Good night," Harry said, still confused. Was he not allowed to play exploding snap?

One by one, more girls trudged out looking defeated. Some many left over time that Harry struggled to recall who was still in there. Finally, after what felt like a really long time, the door was opened and Tracey hobbled out.

"I surrendered," she said, limping past Harry. Just like Tonks, her ass hadn't recovered yet from the night before. "I'm in no state to take advantage of it if I won. The other two tied, so they've decided to share."

"Share what?" Harry asked.

"You haven't figured it out?" Tracey said. "YOU. We were all playing for the prize of who gets to sleep in your room tonight. Now go on, get in there and don't keep them waiting."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door, shutting it behind her. Harry blinked as he came to terms with what was happening, then looked at the room.

The table had been left behind completely. Instead, on the couch, were two girls: Padma Patil and Susan Bones. Two of Hogwarts's greatest beauties, but in very different ways.

Padma was dark and exotic, with a curvy ass and modest tits. Susan Bones needed no introduction to any boy at Hogwarts, considering her chest, but that didn't mean her ass was bad at all. Her milky skin was beautiful, especially with how it stood out against her red hair and pink cheeks.

Harry smirked, shedding his robes shamelessly as he walked toward him.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Padma?" he said, and she nodded shyly. "Not as long for you, Susan."

"You had him recently?" Padma asked her partner.

Susan's blush got worse. "When I came to the ministry for that career day thing."

"Lucky," Padma mumbled.

"We had to go fast then, though," Susan said. Her blush didn't stop her from saying, "I'd like to take our time tonight."

Harry smirked. "Go ahead, he invited.

He kicked off his boxers. His dick popped out, veiny and throbbing for them. The girls leaned forward on the couch, staring at its size in wonder even though it was nothing they hadn't seen before.

They both leaned in from opposite sides, sticking out their tongues and dragging it along his shaft. When they pulled their heads back to his tip, their cheeks pressed together, but the girls didn't pause or hesitate. They clearly didn't have any qualms about sharing. There really was enough dick to go around.

Padma pulled back first, giving Susan a chance to start. Susan opened her mouth, bobbing it over the first third of Harry's huge dick. She brought both her hands up, too, using them to cover the rest of his dick. Padma ducked down, tugging on his nuts while Susan did her work.

Susan had a look of pure focus in her eyes so intense that she ended up cross eyed as she sucked on him. She didn't make any move to deepthroat him, but Harry didn't expect her to, really. He knew that was hard for her. She'd only had sex a handful of times, and all of them were with him.

Padma watched her partner work as she suckled on Harry's testies. After a while, she pulled her mouth back and laid a hand on Susan's shoulder, easing the other girl back.

"Was I doing it wrong?" Susan asked, spit trailing down her lower face out of her mouth.

"It was a good attempt," Padma said. "But he likes this, too."

She took Susan's place. Using the spit that the redhead had left behind, Padma thrusted her face down Harry's shaft until she was kissing his lower body. All Harry could see was her glossy black hair, which he stroked. She wiggled her head while she had him in her throat. Back in the Ravenclaw girls' dorm she'd struggled to do this for long, having to be held down. Clearly, she'd now practiced.

After about ten seconds, Padma pulled back and gasped in air. Spit rained down on her shirt, allowing Harry to see through it to the bra underneath. She caught her breath, her eyes fluttering, and Susan took over again.

Susan didn't even attempt to mimic that. She went right back to what she was doing, only now Padma's spit had soaked Harry's dick thoroughly. She had plenty to lubricate the motions her hands were making, rubbing his skin in lovely patterns. Because she wasn't going as deep, she could look up and meet Harry's eyes easily. When Padma had recovered her breath, she slid herself behind Susan and wrapped her hands around the redhead, massaging her huge breasts and waiting her turn. When Susan popped off again to take a break, Padma dove down Harry's manhood again. The two alternated these different approaches, each style complimenting each other and giving Harry more pleasure. Soon, Padma had pulled down Susan's robes and gotten her bra off, so that those enormous tits were bouncing and jiggling whenever she bobbed. Susan returned the favor while Padma was deepthroating, exposing her perky Indian boobies. Bored with simply waiting, Susan had pinched Padma's nipples while she worked, and Padma took things a step further by biting Susan's breasts as soon as she was done on Harry's dick.

The show as much as the blowjob was just too hot for Harry. He gently pushed their shoulders, making them fall back against the couch's cushions. He slid his hand along his spitty shaft three times, keeping the pleasure going, and sprayed his cum out all over the two girls, shaking his hips side to side to make sure to get them both in the stream. They opened their mouths, swallowing as much as they possibly could, while much more landed on their breasts and torsos. They both looked fantastic, with marks on their bare torsos from each other and cum from him.

Harry could already tell that it was going to be a long time before he went soft.

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