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An incredible day, Harry thought even as he apparated back, glad that there were almost forty death eaters gone from the world. Only a few survived, and only because Harry used his legimency to check every single Death Eater, and avoided killing the ones that were forced by their families.

However, he still left them with wounds from dark magic, the kind that wouldn't heal for months, and leave a permanent mark. As, due to pressure or not, they had agreed to kill hundreds of innocent people just to avoid the pressure from their families.

Harry felt difficult to feel empathy after that.

Still, with the effects of dark magic begging him to kill not only them, but everyone else, he made a point to show mercy to reject the call of the call. Hopefully, after the death of a whole batch of new recruits, the others would be more hesitant.

He was satisfied with the result, but that didn't prevent his soul from swirling after the effects of all those dark spells for harm and murder.

He needed his medicine.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a source to ask about that … or did he? Maybe he should visit a location to talk with the highest-ranking ministry employee he knew. With a decision, he apparated to where he could find that person.

The Bones manor.

It was supposed to be impossible, but when the during the battle against the Death Eaters, Amelia Bones had granted him full control of the wards. And, even with his access broken, he still remembered enough to bypass those.

He apparated there directly, even if he knew Amelia would not be at her manor — not after a mysterious dark wizard 'wink-wink' destroyed a good number of Death Eaters.

Amelia was not the only redheaded lady that Harry needed assistance from … and despite her post as the Minister, not even the more important one. That honor went to the sexy redhead whose room he had teleported directly into.

And, the moment he arrived at her room, he had stopped thinking about the strategic implications of his actions. The reason was clear. Susan was on her bed, a toy in hand, playing with herself.

She was not naked, and was wearing a blue nightie that could be called modest; if that nightie had actually been put on properly rather than being bunched on around her waist, revealing her glorious tits to be dug by her fingers.

"Oh, I see I'm not the only one having trouble sleeping," he murmured as he rushed forward, enjoying the shock on Susan's face.

"Harry, what are you doing here—" she whispered, which was all she was able to say before he reached forward and captured her lips in a searing kiss. She was shocked at his sudden appearance, sure, but her surprise wasn't intense enough to actually stop her tongue from responding to his assault.

Nor from stopping her hands to get rid of his clothes.

"Someone missed me," he murmured as his hand dipped down, testing her wetness. Only for a second, as Susan managed to remove his pants. The moment it was freed, he pushed forward, railing her aggressively.

"Yes! I missed it!" Susan moaned, showing just how little problem she had with his aggressive railing.

"Good," Harry growled, letting his anger climb back to the surface before it could start to bleed. Susan moaned as he used his grip aggressively, one of my hands dipping down to her tits to enjoy their great expanse. He continued to rail into her, his huge monster pistoning into her again and again.

Susan cried out, one that might have been classified as ugly if it wasn't for her amazing body to blunt the impact of her voice. Her voice cracked quickly, showing just how quickly she reached the point of being unable to hold her pleasure.

"I—" she started, but that died between her moans as he moved even faster, allowing her pleasure to dominate the moment.

As the pleasure climbed up, it didn't take long for Harry to feel the pleasure mixing with his dark anger, softening the hold of the dark magic. He pushed harder, grunting with each thrust, his long deep strokes hitting even harder.

"I love you deep inside me!" she moaned, her hips showing just how much she enjoyed his pulsating member deep inside of her. "Faster."

"As you wish, my naughty slut," Harry growled as he pulled back, but it was only for a moment as he flipped her and took her from behind, her beautiful red hair creating an excellent handle for him to grab.

Susan tightened even further as he pulled her hair roughly, showing she very much enjoyed the merciless assault of his hips. He spanked her ass, and Susan moaned even louder, making Harry glad for his choices.

He was lucky that he had a lot of very nice friends to help him drain the after-effect of all the dark magic he had been using.

Even as she was lost in pleasure, a sharp sting on her ass as he smacked her was enough to awaken her. "I want your ass to move faster, slut!" he growled, far more willing to test the darker side of his curiosity under the circumstances.

"I'm trying—" Susan tried, but her hips didn't get any faster, the trembling of her hips showing just how quickly she was climbing toward her climax.

"Don't try, slut, do it!" Harry called loudly as he spanked her again, curious just how far he could push her while he waited for her aunt to arrive…

When she apparated in her home, Amelia was exhausted, once again cursing her decision to take the post of minister. She knew it would be hard and dangerous. The deadly assault on her home, one that was only resolved due to a surprise guest of her niece, set the tone already.

She would have loved to give the post the someone else, especially after Dumbledore's demise. The old man had a great deal of annoying traits, including his warped sense of justice, but his annoying interventions had been nothing compared to the sense of power he radiated. His presence alone had kept the Death Eaters in line…

And, as the most recent events showed, not just the Death Eaters.

Amelia had no idea that the Acolytes of Grindelwald were still alive, let alone active … but the timing of their appearance showed that they were very much active.

There was only one saving grace, one that prevented Amelia from retiring and escaping to America. The Acolytes were targeting Death Eaters rather than the Ministry. Amelia found that confusing at first. Assuming that they were making sure Death Eaters didn't get strong enough to expand to central Europe would have made sense, but every single call she made showed that they were not active there yet.

Trying to deal with potential rivals didn't make much sense, not before ensuring their home base was secure.

But, as she dug more and more, she found more interesting stuff, one that explained why Acolytes might have been targeting Death Eaters.

Revenge.

Revenge for Dumbledore.

She had to admit, she was incredibly surprised to find out that Grinderward and Dumbledore had shared an intense teenage romance that ended up tragically, but under the circumstances, she was glad for it.

Two groups of minions killing each other gave Amelia the precious time she needed to put some better defenses in place and recruit some emergency response units. Not full aurors, as that needed years, but at this point, Amelia just needed bodies to fight that could distinguish one end of their wand from the other.

It was even better if the latest information was true. Dark Lord had decided to leave Britain momentarily to take revenge.

Amelia dealt with Death Eaters all her life, and knew that, despite all the magic, money, and power they had, they were ultimately cowards, and they would act even more passively without him.

That meant, Amelia didn't reach for another file of documents, but a glass, to fill herself some firewhiskey while she took a breather. The first break since her election. She desperately needed the stress release.

However, just as she was about to take the first sip, a cry came from upstairs.

Susan!

The glass slipped off her fingers in panic as fear filled her. After the last attack where the Aurors betrayed her, Amelia decided to rely on the wards for protection, hoping that it would be enough when combined with the cost of their failed attack.

But clearly, that was not the case.

Her long experience as an auror took over as she immediately pulled an invisibility cloak and pulled on, rushing up. She didn't have the time to call reinforcements, and there was no guarantee she could even trust them.

She had to do it alone.

With a silencing spell, she rushed forward to her room, ready to ambush whoever dared to attack her niece. She only stopped when she reached the door, listening to the cries of her niece, though, despite the panic, she felt that something was … wrong.

The cries were different than she expected. However, the panic of experiencing another attack in her home was too intense to be ignored, especially with the temptation of the cracked door. Amelia leaned forward, to catch a glimpse before she developed an action plan, which was superior to just rushing forward.

A second later, she was glad about her decision.

As the sight of her niece, bent over her bed … with the savior of the wizarding world behind her, doing his best to make her cry louder.

It was not a scene she wanted to burst into, she thought even as she froze in shock.