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An hour later, Amelia was sitting in her private study, door closed with another glass of whiskey in hand, trying to erase the view of the sight that she stumbled from her view.

Luckily, the cries stopped half an hour ago, giving Amelia enough time to recover from the shock of seeing the supposed savior of the magical world railing her niece. Amelia wished she could blame her niece, but with the war heating up, Amelia didn't want to confront her niece about that.

That, and she didn't know how to confront her about it. Susan had been shy enough that Amelia had never been particularly concerned about that problem … well, she had her brief suspicions when Susan had actually brought Harry Potter home to meet her.

But with the Death Eater raid and Dumbledore's death, Amelia had more priority concerns than the potential relationship issues her shy niece might have suffered.

"Should I confront her," Amelia murmured as she stood up, her legs wobbling slightly, showing she might have overindulged a bit while she was thinking about the problem.

"No, I should ignore it," Amelia said as she instead decided to take a relaxing bath. With all the crises she was dealing with, that was the least she deserved. Still, she waved her wand, checking the wards to make sure there were no visitors currently in the manor.

She didn't want to come face to face with Harry Potter right after he finished … helping her niece relax.

Luckily, the wards confirmed that there were no visitors, and Amelia started to stumble toward the bathroom.

As she walked forward, she removed her clothes, not wanting to delay her relaxing bath too much. A wave of her wand sent them away to laundry. She would have loved to not carry her wand, but after the last attack, she didn't dare to do so.

When she arrived at the bathroom, she was already in her underwear, ready to take a step forward, but just then, the shower started. Since Susan was the only one in, Amelia didn't even bother knocking and pushed the door open —

Only to face a shocking sight!

Harry Potter, in the shower.

How was that possible, Amelia thought as she cast the spell once more, afraid of a problem with the wards, which was more important than anything else. No guest registered … but then, it clicked her. During the battle, she had given control of the wards to him … and while she had taken that control back, she had missed one fact.

It had effectively moved him from being a visitor to being a part of the household, so when she checked for the visitors, there was no response.

Then, she realized another thing. During her panicked assessment, she hadn't moved a step away, and had been watching him under the water.

Thankfully, he was shampooing his hair, so he didn't see the Minister of Magic standing in front of the door, frozen. Amelia found herself blushing. She tried to walk away … but for some reason, her legs decided to ignore her orders and kept her standing without moving.

"Move, Amelia," she murmured, but her legs stayed unmoving. The desire was too thick, too dominant, but she found out that, without her niece's presence, it was much harder to walk away.

Her body heated up, reminding her that just how long it had been since she ever had a date, let alone a one-night stand. Her position as the head of Law Enforcement kept her to stay away from the others in an effort to maintain her aura, and her newest role as the minister only made it worse.

The stress of all her responsibilities wasn't making things any easier either.

"Just a glance," she whispered to herself, even though knowing it was a lie. After all, if it wasn't a lie, she wouldn't have waved her wand, casting a silent accio to bring her invisibility cloak back to her hand once again.

"Just to make sure he doesn't do anything inappropriate…" she whispered to herself, confident that the sound of shower covered her voice. She knew she was just trying to excuse herself, as there was nothing he could do she hadn't already seen.

In terms of being a security risk, he proved himself when he risked his life to save Susan during the Death Eater raid. And, in terms of being a risk to Susan's chastity…

It was safe to say that that particular spell had been already cast long ago.

It might be a weak excuse, but it was the one she relied on as she took a step forward, passing through the cloud of steam that was filling the room, hidden under her invisibility cloak.

A part of her tried to tell her that it was a bad idea, but she still went forward, couldn't help but imagine herself in the shower with him, pressing against the wall as the naked muscular body behind her, repeatedly ramming from behind much to her pleasure.

It was wrong to think like that a boy two decades junior; but that didn't prevent her steps from going forward, getting an even better view of his muscular body as he scrubbed himself under the water, getting rid of the sweat that…

He built up during his adventure with her niece.

That fact made the situation much worse, but Amelia just squeezed her teeth and ignored that, letting herself enjoy the moment instead. Under the invisibility cloak, she started caressing her body, her sensitive nipples already erect as she teased her breasts.

Even more sensitive after her long dry spell.

Lost in the moment, she took another step, too tempted for an even better view as the room got filled with even more steam, enough to turn into a dreamy scene. Her closeness made the situation even more erotic…

Unfortunately, it also left her vulnerable. She hadn't thought that it would have mattered, not against Harry Potter, and not when she was wearing an invisibility cloak.

She was mistaken.

Suddenly, without a warning, he rushed forward, stepping out of the shower, and his arms wrapped around her. Shocked, she failed to prevent him as he tapped her wrist and sent the wand away, and before she could even react, he was hugging her, her hands gathered behind her.

She froze, finding herself unable to extract herself.

A horrible blush hit her, along with the realization that she had to admit to her niece's boyfriend that she was perverted enough to sneak into his shower and watch him. Luckily, she had her cloak, so her state, wearing just underwear, was not visible to him. Maybe she could convince him that she was trying to make sure he was not an intruder.

Then, before she could say anything, his hands ended up on her ass, squeezing them hard. "Damn, Susan, you're insatiable. I can't believe you're still sneaking for more after that amazing fucking."

Amelia found herself blushing as she was groped mercilessly, glad for the existence of the invisibility cloak to hide it. But, along with her shame, she also felt pride.

After all, it was no small compliment to be mistaken for her young niece, even under the cloak. Amelia certainly had a body that belied her age. Witches got older slower, and the magical strength of the witch in question certainly affected it a lot.

And, as one of the strongest witches currently alive, Amelia enjoyed that privilege even more.

But now, she found that the advantage in question was reflecting on her badly. Mistaken for her niece, and deprived of her wand, she either had to reveal her true identity, or accept the invasion. "Oh, you're still silent," Harry said as he squeezed her ass with one hand, the other caressing up, luckily still over her invisibility cloak.

Unfortunately, the magical nature of the cloak meant that, while it hid her from view, it also did very little to block his touch. As his hand moved upward, it felt even more intense than a direct touch with the magical cloak doing nothing to limit the sensation.

"No answer," he said as he squeezed her ass once more. Amelia tried to keep her mouth shut, but she moaned. "Oh, I see, you want to do the caught assassin play," he whispered throatily, his tone making her shiver.

Just not as much as what had followed. Suddenly, she found her hands bound behind her back, unable to react.

As it was very obvious he didn't have his wand … which left wandless magic. It was not a simple field, especially when it was being used for a complicated trick like conjuration, but not only he achieved that, but he did it while playing with her body, his attention wandering. Just how strong he was magically…

She wished she had some time to analyze his newly revealed capabilities, and how it might work efficiently while resisting Death Eaters. But she didn't…

The reason, her cloak, slowly riding up, revealing more of her legs each second…