Harry's Bucket List - Chapter 26

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.

Summary: After learning the truth about the prophecy, Harry comes to a single conclusion: He is most definitely going to die. Well, if he’s going out, then Merlin be damned, he’d go out living his life to the fullest. And what better way to do that than by charming the knickers off of every girl who caught his fancy? Hogwarts isn’t ready for a Boy-Who-Lived with a death wish.

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Chapter 26: Fight or Flight

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Training with Hermione proved to be more challenging than he thought. His friend was quick in both wand and mind, showing off spells he hadn’t even known existed time and time again. Though even then, Hermione couldn’t match him in raw spell power. More often than not, he found himself batting away any unknown spell without issue, and while her wand work was quick, Harry’s was quicker, weaving together volleys of hexes and curses, all the while he dodged her attacks with the agility of a trained duelist.

Hermione’s craftiness only won her one duel out of every ten they fought. A challenge to be sure, but not the one he knew he needed if he was going to put down Voldemort for good.

“Have you thought about perhaps approaching Professor Dumbledore? Surely he wouldn’t object to training you.” Hermione had offered one evening.

Harry considered her words. “Maybe. I dunno. Dumbledore and I aren’t exactly on the best of terms right now, Mione. Besides, if he were willing to train me, he would’ve done it ages ago. He’s known about the prophecy for years, after all.”

Hermione conceded his point with a sigh. “Well, we need to find someone. We can practice our wand work and silent casting in the meantime, but we need someone who can at least match your duelling abilities.”

Harry nodded. “Alright. Now show me that spell you used to create the Devil’s Snare vines. You almost got me with that. It was wicked.”

And so they continued on, training every other night for a week straight in the Room of Requirement. Occasionally, they’d invite Ron, Ginny, or Katie for Harry to face off against differing opponents. It was fun in an odd way. Harry had always guiltily enjoyed the rush of his life-or-death duels over the years—something he blamed on his Quidditch skills—and these mock duels did wonders for his adrenaline junkie needs.

Plus, whenever Katie or Ginny stopped by to help, training usually ended with one of the witches in his bed screaming with ecstasy. In some cases, it was all three of them.

“Is she always this…eager?” Hermione asked with the slightest tinge of awe.

“I dunno, but fuck me, she’s taking that cock like a pro!” Katie giggled, watching with giddy enthusiasm as Ginny bounced wildly atop Harry’s cock.

Hermione hummed in agreement, gasping sharply as Katie’s hands ghosted across her ribs just below her breasts.

“You’re gorgeous,” Katie murmured, loudly enough for Harry to make out the words.

“So are you,” Hermione replied, bringing her own hands to rest above the blonde’s.

From his place below Ginny, Harry sucked in a breath as Katie leaned to kiss Hermione. The bookworm whimpered against the older girl’s lips, releasing Katie’s hands to pull the blonde in deeper, allowing Katie free range of the younger Gryffindor’s body. She didn't waste a second, slipping one hand down to massage Hermione’s dripping heat while the other teased her breast. Their tongues entwined, Katie using her own to drink down every needy moan that slipped from Hermione’s lips.

It didn’t take long for things to escalate from there. Harry was not the only one enjoying the show. Ginny released a shaky sigh atop him, her movements slowing to rapid rocks of her hips as she watched on with a look of utter rapture.

“Enjoying the show Gin’?” he teased, using his hands to cradle her bum as he sat up.

“Fuck yes,” Ginny moaned, her movements becoming jerky and jagged as she ground herself to her first climax of the night whilst watching the two Gryffindor beauties snog.

Harry didn't hesitate to help the ginger reach her climax, gripping her hips tight and rocking her lithe body back and forth. Her inner walls shivered around him, and Ginny choked back a sudden whimper as she buried her face into his neck. The younger girl came with a shudder, her murmured gasps sweet and sexy in his ear. 

“She’s adorable when she cums,” Katie smirked. Hermione was practically melted against the older girl, her legs spread wide while Katie lazily pumped two digits in and out of his dripping pussy.

“Why don't you two join in?” he smirked back.

Katie did so eagerly, slipping her fingers from Hermione’s folds and coaxing the girl forward. The blonde immediately sought out Ginny’s mouth, both girls high on lust and hungry for the stimulation the other could provide. Whilst Ginny pulled off of him, Hermione replaced the girl’s sex with her own. Harry groaned as Hermione’s fiery warmth enveloped him. He watched as she gasped as well, her mouth hanging open in a wide ‘O’ shape as she sank down on his cock. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Harry murmured, pulling Hermione’s face down towards his own, slipping his tongue into her mouth and smothering the moaned response that the brunette attempted. Gripping her petite, firm arse, Harry held her steady as he began to thrust his hips upwards. Hermione’s gasps grew louder, breaking their kiss as she moaned freely into the open room. Another moan answered hers, as beside them, Ginny was pressed onto all fours with Katie behind her, a purple strap-on tied around her waist as she sank into the redhead’s wet heat.

“Where’d you get that?” he grunted, never pausing once as he continued to fuck the bookworm in his lap.

“S–Something I picked up over b–break,” Katie stammered, her face screwed up into one of pleasure as she thrust. “I-It’s enchanted so the wearer c–can feel everything.” The blonde’s words dissolved into a moan, her hips instinctively moving faster as she fucked the younger girl into the mattress with careless thrusts.

Harry felt his cock jump inside Hermione at the sight. So turned on by the turn of events, he couldn’t help but reach over and cup Ginny’s cheek, turning the moaning girl’s face towards him as he pressed their lips together. Ginny moaned into his mouth, her tongue pushing past his lips, hungry and needy. One firm thrust from Katie forced her to pull away, however, screaming into the pillow with utter delight as her pussy gushed around the toy. Above him, Hermione wasn't in much better shape, her eyes squeezed tight and her breath coming out in hot, desperate pants.

Locking eyes with Katie, he watched as the blonde smirked.

“I bet y–you,” Katie muttered between thrusts, “I’ll make Gin’ cum b–before you get Hermione off.”

“That so?” Harry teased her, propping himself up and repositioning his hand from Hermione’s arse to her tits, “What’s your wager?”

“Whichever one of us makes the other two cum first gets a reward,” Katie replied, her hands latched firmly onto Ginny’s arse as she spread the girl’s cheeks apart.

“Deal,” he replied with little hesitation. “Come here, you two.”

Katie pulled back, allowing Ginny free as the four of them repositioned on the bed. Hermione and Ginny were pressed against each other in the middle, lying on their sides face-to-face, their hands busy between each other’s legs. Katie and Harry took their positions behind both girls next, Katie sinking into Ginny’s tight hole first, while Harry allowed the redheaded girl to guide his cock inside of Hermione’s pussy for him. While the two girls in the middle locked lips, moaning and panting against each other’s tongues, Harry reached over and grabbed Katie by the hair, guiding the blonde into a searing kiss of their own while their hips moved in tandem fucking their respective sluts.

Katie whimpered against Harry’s lips. The vibrations along her clit when she slid the toy inside Ginny’s pussy were delightful, and both Katie and Ginny moaned together as the blonde rocked her hips against her girlfriend’s arse. The position didn’t allow for much force behind her thrusts, but she intended to make up for it with enthusiasm.

“Oh, fuck!” Hermione moaned across from her. “Oh god Harry, f–faster! Please!”

“Fucking wreck her,” Katie hissed, her hands reaching between the two girls to pinch Ginny’s nipples.

To her delight, Harry obeyed her command, slamming into Hermione with loud claps of skin against skin. Every slam of his cock caused the other two girls to jostle back and forth, forcing the strap-on deeper inside Ginny’s own gushing heat. The tangle of limbs and bodies in the bed would have been awkward under normal circumstances, but with Katie and Harry pressing the two women between them against each other, they quickly established a rhythm. They synchronised their thrusts while Hermione and Ginny kissed each other, smushing both girls against one another breast-to-breast.

One of Harry’s hands came over to squeeze Ginny’s arse, which jiggled against Katie’s hips, while Katie in turn switched her hands from Ginny’s tits to Hermione’s, squeezing and fondling both women.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hermione cried, breaking her kiss with Ginny to howl her pleasure to the heavens. Katie groaned in one part disappointment as the brunette came and another part arousal as her pussy clenched while watching the girl spasm with orgasmic pleasure. Still, even as the bushy-haired girl came, Katie still had a job to do.

Pushing her fingers against Ginny’s clit, the blonde smirked in satisfaction as Ginny shuddered against her, her moans shivelling into a high-pitched squeak as she came with a whine.

Their hips slowed as both girls came down from their respective climaxes. Ginny twitched and shuddered while she clutched desperately onto Hermione, burying her head in the brunette’s breasts as she whimpered.

“I believe you said something about a ‘reward’?” Harry smirked.

Katie simply laughed and pulled the toys free from Ginny’s snatch. “That I did,” she giggled, tossing the strap-on to the side. Grabbing him by the hand, Katie pulled Harry forward to sit on the side of the bed. Before he knew it, all three women were kneeling between his legs, Katie in the centre, Hermione to the left, and Ginny on the right. 

He’d have to ensure he gave Katie her own chance at the centre of attention for this, he thought as all three sexy witches began to lather his cock with their tongues.

The mere sight of the three gorgeous women pressing their lips onto different parts of his cock had sent a shock of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching in their oral embrace. He groaned as they seemed to almost make a game out of passing his cock between themselves. First Ginny bobbed her mouth over the crown of his head, then Hermione slowly sucked him as her head descended halfway down his length, and then finally, Katie made a lascivious show out of pushing his cock into her throat.

His cock visibly throbbed when Katie lifted free of it with a pop. Ginny dipped her head lower, running her entire tongue over his balls, while Hermione circled her lips around his tip and sucked, her cheeks hollowing, and Katie planted wet kisses along the side of his manhood.

Katie wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of his cock, keeping it stationary as Hermione began to bob her head more vigorously while the older blonde also lowered her lips to his balls, sucking at one as Ginny lapped at the other. When Hermione pulled free, it was Katie who replaced her, taking his cock down to the base while her tight throat convulsed around him.

Harry moaned as Katie began to lavish his ballsack with her tongue as her throat constricted around him. She really has come a long way since their first deepthroat session in the Gryffindor showers. Harry tried to last for as long as he could under this kind of oral treatment, but even he stood little chance against three sexy witches sucking his cock at the same time. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he announced, if it wasn’t obvious enough by the way his cock swelled within Katie’s lips.

At once, Katie’s head immediately lifted from his cock. Ginny and Hermione reappeared as well; Hermione using her hand to stroke him from the base while Ginny fondled his balls.

With a devastating groan, Harry erupted over the three of them, thick jets of cum landing on all three of their faces, a pool of white forming between Katie’s breasts from the sheer volume of his release.

“Whoa!” Ginny breathed with a wide grin. “That’s fucking hot!”

Any further commentary was halted by the way that Katie pulled the other two women into a sloppy, messy three-way kiss. Harry felt his cock twitch as if he could keep going at the sight of the three witches pawing at each other’s tits while splattered with his cum.

By the way, Katie stared up at him with a smouldering expression after releasing the other two. She was thinking the same.

Unbeknownst to Harry, a silver fox patronus would soon interrupt his evening, shattering the relaxing atmosphere with a message of fear and dread. The news it would bring would shake the Boy-Who-Lived to his core.

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Earlier

In.

Out.

In–

Another crash forced Cammi to choke down her exhale as she clutched her stun-gun in an iron-like grip.

“Ooo, the ‘ickle muggle whore thinks she can hide?” The strange woman’s voice tittered from somewhere in the living room. Another crash, one that sounded suspiciously like her TV being smashed into the ground. That bitch. “That won’t do! Homenum Revelio!”

Fuck.

Tonks had taught her what that spell did. It was meant to reveal any humanoid within a certain area, which was bad news for her. Almost immediately, a chilly hum passed over her. Cammi didn’t waste a second, dashing to the side just as her kitchen counter exploded into a shower of splinters. Manic cakles followed her as she kept running. Spells rained down all around her. Cammi dodged each one as best she could. One that she recognised as a bone-breaker nearly took her out, but an inch before it touched her flesh, she felt the piercing in her right breast turn hot, and the spell fizzled out.

Oh, she was so gonna snog the hell out of Tonks for that. Or maybe her mom? At this point, if Cammi survived this, she’d snog every Tonks woman alive. She would just have to, y’know, actually survive.

More flashes of light hurled towards her, forcing Cammi to duck behind the remnants of her half-destroyed kitchen. Each spell brought with it a new sickening crash or explosion of debris. The sickly colour of the spells told Cammi that whatever this crazed bitch was shooting at her, none of them were all too pleasant.

“Tsk tsk, such a persistent little rat aren’t you?” The guant woman called out. 

Cammi growled. This bitch was really grating on her nerves. First, she destroys her flat and now name-calling? Cunt.

But what could she do? Her handheld stun-gun was all but useless at a distance, and the insane witch in her living room wouldn’t allow her the chance to get close enough to use it. It was obvious the madwoman was just toying with her, but Cammi wouldn’t make it so easy. She needed to come up with a plan quick.

Her answer came when the madwoman hurled another spell, this one crashing into her dishwasher and tearing the door from its hinges, revealing the full stacks of plates and various utensils within.

Thank god for her procrastination when it came to doing the damn dishes…

Tucking her taser into her waistband, Cammi dashed forward and grabbed the first thing she could–a cracked mug with the words “Best Tits in Town”. It was a gag gift from her friend Vanessa and one of her favourite mugs, damn it. This Bella woman was definitely earning her place at the top of Cammi’s shit list. 

With no other choice, Cammi leaned back and hurled the mug right at the cackling woman’s face. The woman hardly flinched, her wide grin remaining affixed to her face as she diverted the mug with a flick of her wand, smashing it against the wall.

“You’ll have to do better than that whore!”

But Cammi hadn’t expected to actually hit the woman. Instead, she used the split-second distraction to her advantage, hurling two more dishes and a knife at the deranged woman’s face as she dashed out from the kitchen. The witch’s laughter only increased as she deflected and dodged each one with ease. Another spell found its way to her, this one she didn’t recognise, but her piercing obviously did. The heat of which it emitted as it shielded her from the nasty curse made Cammi wince. How much longer would those protections hold up? Cammi yelped as a bolt of magic whizzed by her head by a fraction of an inch, forcing her to the ground as her living room window, and most of the wall for that matter, suddenly exploded, sending debris everywhere.

Bits of wood and drywall found their way to her, bruising and cutting her bare skin. She grit her teeth at the pain, but Cammi’s momentary distraction would cost her as a nasty purple bolt of fire impacted against her enchanted shield. The burning hex paused only for a moment, enough for Cammi to feel as the protections shattered and the spell buried itself into her left shoulder. Pain–white hot and agonising bloomed throughout her entire arm. Cammi couldn’t contain her scream as she rolled to the side, clutching the sizzling wound while her arm hung limply in her lap. Before she could do anything else, a crack sounded out through the room, and the wild-haired witch was suddenly leering over Cammi with a wide grin.

Cammi reacted instantly, taking a swing at the woman with her one good arm. The witch laughed dismissively, dodging the blow first, then jabbing the tip of her wand into Cammi’s throat.

“Come now! Is this really any way to treat a house-guest?” the witch tittered with a disapproving tone.
“Fuck you!” Cammi snarled, glaring daggers into the woman’s mocking violet eyes.

The witch clicked her tongue. “Rude little whore aren’t you? That won’t. Crucio!”

If Cammi thought the pain from earlier was bad, then this was on a whole other level. Every nerve, muscle, and tendon in her body felt like it was on fire. Phantom daggers pierced her skin, razor-sharp claws shredded her flesh and tore at her bones. It was agony.

Even when the evil bitch finally ceased the spell, the pain still flared throughout her body. Her skin felt raw, and her muscles shredded. Cammi sobbed weakly as every involuntary twitch made her body hurt even more.

Above her, the witch only giggled in joy at Cammi’s sobs.

“Hearing a dirty Muggle’s screams never gets old! Now then,” She said, leaning down till her nose brushed against Cammi’s own. “You and I are going on a little trip together. I have some friends who would love to meet Potter’s pet slut. They’ll love breaking you even more, after the Dark Lord tears every piece of vital information from the dimwitted head of yours, of course.”

Fear stabbed deep within Cammi’s heart at the witch’s words. She tried to move, but the lingering effects from the witch’s spell made that nearly impossible. 

Was this it then? Was this how she died? 

The answer, it seemed, was not today.

Just as the deranged woman reached forward to grasp Cammi by the throat, a crackling spell suddenly slammed into her side, crashing into what little remained of Cammi’s living room wall.

“Sorry, Auntie, but she’s got plans,” Tonks announced as she stepped into the ruined apartment.

Cammi couldn’t help but sigh in relief at the sight of the pink-haired witch. The other woman wasn’t as joyful.

“Nymphadora.” She snarled, sweeping herself to her feet. 

“The one and only,” Tonks snarked back, her wand aimed steady at the other woman’s chest. “More Aurors are on their way Bellatrix, so now’s your chance to put your wand down and come quietly.”

Bellatrix scoffed. “You’re no threat to me, dear niece. Reinforcements or no, it will only take me a matter of seconds to kill you.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Tonks replied, and then she was gone.

Cammi blinked in surprise and looked around for the pink-haired witch. Bellatrix too snarled, but before the witch could do anything, Tonks reappeared to the woman’s left, throwing a quick punch into the woman’s gut and using her other hand to fire off a spell.

Bellatrix gasped from the impact, the punch and the spell, both sending her back once more, colliding with the crumbling brick wall. The once maniacal witch snarled, wand blazing with roaring energy. What proceeded could Cammi only describe as awe-inspiring yet terrifying all the same. Both witches moved with a fluid grace. Tonks’s spells packed power and strength, offensive in nature but with a speed that belied her mischievous nature. Bellatrix, on the other hand, was quick and ruthless. She moved like a striking serpent, slithering between each of Tonks’s spells and hitting back with blinding fast hexes of her own. Neither came out unscathed. Bellatrix took a nasty blow to the shoulder, red now staining her already ruined dress as her lifeblood flowed freely from the gash. Tonks was in no better shape. Her breath was ragged, and she cradled her side from where one of Bellatrix’s bludgeoning hexes slammed into her ribs. Yet their fight still raged, fierce and unrelenting. Each with the aim to kill the other.

Cammi did her best to stay out of the way. She moved what little she could, clawing her way through the debris and out of the line of fire. A few spells came close to hitting her, but through great feats of effort, she was able to roll out of the way just in time, gritting her teeth through the pain. 

She ended up pressed against one of the few undamaged walls in her apartment when it happened. Tonks had the woman pressed into a corner. Like a caged animal, this only made Belltrix even more dangerous as she lashed out without care, sending the most destructive spells in her arsenal out towards the metamorph. Slowed by her cracked ribs, one such of these spell pushed Tonks on the back foot. She grit her teeth and pushed as much power into her shield as possible, but Bellatrix’s magic was ruthless. 

Tonks took a step back.

A piece of rubble shifted.

Suddenly, the metamorph was falling back, her balance lost as she crashed to the ground. It seemed to happen in slow motion for Cammi. She watched Tonks fall to the ground, the breath knocked from her lungs, and her wand flying from her grasp. She watched Bellatrix’s snarl morph into a menacing grin, the murderous glint in her eye growing wild and excited. She watched her raise her twisted wand, aiming it directly at Tonks's chest while she formed the words of a spell with her lips.

And then Cammi was moving.

It hurt. God, it fucking hurt. Every muscle screamed in protest as she ran. Nothing short of pure, unadulterated fear for Tonks’s life kept her moving, pushing through the pain even as her vision blurred and her breath left in a sob. It was only Bellatrix’s tunnel vision on her opponent that allowed Cammi to get so close. She didn't even notice Cammi’s approach until the tattooed woman was tackling her to the ground with a stun gun pressed into her sternum.

And then Cammi pulled the trigger.

Magic was a wondrous thing. Those who wielded it tended to be stronger, faster, and more durable than the average human due to possessing the mystic gift. However, magic could only do so much against 50,000 volts coursing directly into one's chest.

Bellatrix seized, her body going painfully rigid as every nerve inside her was electrocuted at once. Blood seeped from her mouth as the contortions of her jaw caused the witch to bite through her own tongue. Yet even then, Cammi held the taser firmly against the woman’s chest, a look of pure rage adorning her features as she glared down at the seizing witch. After 30 seconds, the voltage finally ceased, and Bellatrix went limp against the ground, unconscious.

“Nighty night bitch,” Cammi spat.

A groan from behind her turned Cammi’s attention back towards her injured friend.

“Tonks!” She shouted, making to stand, but the pain from her heroic act caught up to her, forcing Cammi to her knees with a groan of pain.

“Easy now!” Tonks hissed, sitting up with a bit of effort. “I’m alright! Just let me find my bloody wand.”

After a few seconds of searching, the pink-haired metamorph retrieved her fallen wand and limped over. With a few flicks and some whispered incantations, Bellatrix was bound from head to toe in thick iron chains, and an ethereal white fox was scampering out through the front door. Tonks sank to her knees in front of Cammi, immediately waving her wand over every obvious injury.

“Fuck me girly pop. You sure know how to take a beating. You okay?” Tonks breathed.

Cammi made to nod, but the weight of her injuries, added with the emotional turmoil of having just nearly fucking died was too much. The raven-haired woman slumped forward, burying her head into Tonks’s chest and cried.

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Author’s Note

Hope this met everyone’s expectations! I tried to make a fight between a Muggle and someone with magic as believable as possible. While Cammi tried her best, Bellatrix was 100% just toying with her and would have killed her if not for Tonks’s intervention. Keep an eye out for the next chapter coming soon!

Thanks for reading!