Maturity of Magic Chapter 30

His closest allies met in the dining room of Grimmauld Place, only occupying half of the large wooden table with Amelia standing at its head. It was the first official meeting of his war council in quite some time, and had been arranged to discuss their next moves for the duration of Yule break.

The room was tense, and filled with competent people that Harry had the most trust in. They would be the ones to help him defeat Voldemort after all, and fighting the Dark Lord was a group effort rather than something he could do on his own.

He had to wonder if this is what it was like for Dumbledore and Voldemort, or even as far back as Merlin and King Arthur when they attended their own war councils. It was equivalent to holding court as Kings often did, or strategizing a war as muggle generals would do.

Amelia Bones, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, stood at the end of the table, an organized stack of papers in hand. She wore her customary monocle, her red auror coat resting over her chair, with a serious expression on her features.

“The first topic of discussion is the upcoming balls at Chang and Greengrass manor.” Amelia read off, before pausing. “Not to mention the party here at Grimmauld Place.”

This is a lot more boring than I thought. Harry tried not to let out a exasperated sigh, his hopes dashed that the meeting would start off on a high note. The fact that their group wouldn’t be doing anything remotely dangerous for the next month was disappointing to say the least. It also meant the meeting would be a lot more boring than he imagined.

“Wait, we’re having a party?” Sirius perked up at that. “Why wasn’t I told?”

“I must have forgotten to forward an invitation to you, cousin.” Narcissa apologized. “But yes, we’re having a get-together here for our closest allies. You are more than welcome to attend.”

“I’m not sure having Black run around is the best idea.” Amelia noted dryly. “Nor for Ms. Lestrange to be around either.”

Harry had almost forgotten about Bellatrix. “It’s only a party for our closest friends, it’s okay for you to join in, Sirius.”

“Just like the good old days back at Hogwarts, me and the ladies.” Sirius folded his arms behind his head comfortably, before he seemed to realize something. “Wait, this whole thing isn’t going to be some giant orgy for Harry, is it?!”

“Really, Black? Try and have some decency!” Amelia sent Sirius a scathing look, while Andromeda glared at him from across the table.

“My sister, Bella, should be able to attend.” Narcissa ignored her cousin’s outburst. “Her rehabilitation is coming along well, and if she misbehaves then I’ll send her back to her room.”

He knew that Narcissa was getting Bellatrix ready for him, and he had yet to see the crazy witch since the whole Azkaban debacle. He decided then he would visit her after the meeting and see her progress firsthand.

“And what of the Chang and Greengrass balls?” Andromeda asked then. “Is there any plan for them?”

“That actually brings us to our next subject.” Amelia continued. “Being Narcissa’s candidacy for Minister.”

“You want my sister to be Minister?” Andromeda’s brows were raised high, having heard the news for the first time.

“It makes sense, doesn’t it?” Julia smirked from across the table. “She’s the ex-wife of Lucius Malfoy, being the former leader of the Dark faction, while also having the experience of a Hogwarts Professor and working with the next generation. She’ll check all the boxes of rich pureblood ancestry, along with having the support of Harry Potter, champion of the muggleborns. That way, Narcissa can cater to both the high-strung purebloods as well as those in the Light-leaning side who will follow Harry’s lead.”

“We also need to make our faction look more legitimate, and put someone forward to oppose Scrimgeour and Shacklebolt.” Amelia added. “In a way, even if Narcissa isn’t going to win, we’ll be able to get more support and notoriety with the public by doing this. That’s not to mention strengthening our position in the wizengamot.”

“I can’t believe that my Aunt is going to be Minister.” Nymphadora looked dumbfounded. “How are we even going to pay for all this?”

The first thing he noticed in that moment was Nymphadora’s new look, being that she did away with her old outfit in favor of something more formal. She grew her hair out too, and Harry couldn’t help but admire her before he snapped out of it.

He knew what she meant, in that political campaigning in the wizarding world was just as expensive as it was for their muggle counterparts. Flyers and promotions in the paper needed to be sent out, fancy balls for snobby purebloods put on, and public speeches scheduled. All of which took manpower, time, and galleons.

“Daphne’s father is going to fund a lot of it.” Harry answered. “Most of us at this table have the galleons to spare too.”

While Harry wasn’t an expert on Wizarding economics, he already knew that the Greengrass family was one of the most wealthy families in all of Europe. Had seen his betrothed’s closet after all, filled with everything from lingerie to dresses that were in every color and all custom made. And from what snippets he overheard about Daphne’s wedding planning, he knew it would outshine in grandeur both the Triwizard Tournament and Quidditch World Cup.

That wasn’t to mention the current occupants of the table, with Narcissa alone having control over the Malfoy fortune. House Bones was also one of the wealthiest Houses on the Wizengamot, and the Zabini fortune had only grown over the years with each of Julia’s deceased husbands.

“There is also the question of where and when to announce Narcissa’s run for Minister.”

“We’ll do it at the Chang Ball.” Narcissa decided. “House Chang will soon join the Wizengamot, and this will give them the attention needed to elevate their status in society.”

“I’ll make sure Skeeter is there to cover it all.” Julia nodded.

“Good.” Amelia said. “Now, before we move on the the biggest item on the agenda, I have something to say. The Ministry and Auror office is doing all it can to track Death Eater activity, but I’ve gone a step further and asked Julia to assist and spy on the Dark Lord.”

“You have intelligence on the Dark Lord’s movements?” Andromeda looked stunned by the news.

“I am getting closer, and will have more information soon.” Julia seemed irritated that she didn’t have more to share. “Obviously me joining the Death Eaters and taking the Dark Mark won’t work, so I’ll have to find some new recruits to use as spies.”

Nymphadora coughed then, getting the table’s attention. “I actually have some valuable information.”

“Speak, auror Tonks.” Amelia ordered, nearly making Harry laugh as Nymphadora went ramrod straight in her seat.

“Some time ago I was approached by Kingsley Shacklebolt at work, who invited me to join a secret group led by Dumbledore, it’s called-”

“The Order of the Phoenix?” Sirius finished for her, doing so with an amused smirk.

“Erm… yes.” She nodded, looking taken aback. “I accepted his offer and attended a meeting held by Dumbledore at t-the… w-wait, okay, why can’t I say the name of the place?”

“Because Dumbledore likely has the place you went to under wards, or even a fidelius charm.” Andromeda sighed. “Do I even need to tell you how risky it was to do this, Nymphadora?”

“I’m not some kid you can push around, mum!” She whined, before turning to the rest of the group. “Anyways, the big takeaway was that Dumbledore said that he wants me to spy on Harry.”

Julia let out a scoff. “Don’t try and fool us, girl. We can tell the Headmaster told you to seduce Harry. Isn’t that right?”

Tonks’ face turned bright red, meanwhile Andromeda looked like she was about to breathe fire in that moment. Harry didn’t bother saying anything, knowing better than to tickle a sleeping dragon.

Amelia pinched her brow, looking like she was counting backwards from twenty. “We are already aware of Dumbledore’s Order of the Phoenix, as well as the games he likes to employ. My brother was a member after all, and Black used to be one before Azkaban.”

“Oh.” Nymphadora reddened, looking embarrassed as she bumbled through her words. “You see, I, um…”

“Just be careful in the future. Attend meetings they schedule if need be, and try not to take any magical vows or artifacts they give you.” The redhead said. “Is there anything else of importance you can share?”

“They really only talked about getting Kingsley elected Minister and how Harry’s acting strange.” Nymphadora frowned. “In fact, the whole thing was more of a Ministerial campaign meeting than anything else.”

“Great. Next subject. Let’s move on.” Amelia said forcefully as she shuffled papers. “The New Years Wizengamot session will come sooner than we’d like, and Houses Chang and Zabini will both be elevated to Noble status as well as join our faction. Harry will also be taking the Potter seat and establishing a new proxy to vote in his stead.”

Harry couldn’t help but sit up a bit straighter at the news. While using the Wizengamot was a big part of their plan to oppose Voldemort, he actually didn’t know all that much about the organization. From what he could gather, it acted similar to muggle parliament, approving laws and presiding over trials. And it would be through the Wizengamot that their group would be able to give Amelia and the DMLE more funding and recruits to fight Voldemort.

There was also the fact that House Potter had a Wizengamot seat, and it gave him a sort of familial pride to uphold it. Maybe he was simply being dramatic, but ancient wizarding customs and tradition had become important to him since Narcissa came into his life, and he was looking forward to putting House Potter on the grand stage.

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The old wooden floorboards of Grimmauld Place creaked as he followed behind Narcissa. She led him to one of the upper floors, to where her bedroom was located, before opening the door and walking inside.

“Hello, Bella.”

The room was sparsely decorated without any objects that could be used as weapons residing inside. There was only a bed, a nightstand, along with a desk and chairs, and another door that led to a private bathroom. But it wasn’t any of those things that got his attention, but rather the black-haired witch sitting on the bed.

Bellatrix Lestrange had changed a lot since he last saw her. No longer was her body covered in years worth of grime from living in Azkaban, nor was she wearing those prison robes which covered her bone-thin form. Instead, her body had been rejuvenated with expensive potions and intensive cleanings that made her look decades younger and healthier.

In fact, Harry would go as far as to say Bellatrix could compete with Narcissa and Amelia in terms of beauty. One would never guess she had spent decades in Azkaban when her large breasts holding so little sag, along with a fat round ass that only few women could compete with.

The black-haired witch didn’t move from her place on the bed. “Cissy? And who is that behind you?”

Narcissa cleared her throat. “This is Harry Potter, your new Lord.”

“Oh, ickle Harry come to play?” Bellatrix’s eyes gleamed as she smirked challengingly. “Itty bitty Potter is too small to play with Bella.”

“Behave, Bella.” Narcissa ordered.

“Only the Dark Lord could make Bella behave.” Bellatrix grinned. “Unless Lord Potter wants to try and make Bella behave?”

The way she said those words made his cock twitch, especially when such a curvy witch was teasing for him to ravage her. And Harry would fuck her… eventually. But before then, something else had to happen.

“You must excuse her behavior, Harry.” Narcissa’s lip curled. “She’s yet to fully learn her manners.”

“Then it’s only right you give her a demonstration.” His voice came out low, making the blonde stiffen. “Get on your knees.”

Narcissa slowly turned around to face him then, before she lowered herself downwards in full view of Bellatrix. For her part, the back-haired MILF looked astonished at the scene, and her incredulity only increased further when Narcissa began undoing his trousers.

“C-Cissy! What are you doing Narcissa?!” She used her sister’s full name, something Harry could tell was rare.

The fat pillar of meat that was his cock was soon out in the open, and Harry let out a deep groan before grasping it with an inadequate hand to wrap around its girth. He looked down at Narcissa, seeing the blonde staring up at him with worship, and it was then he wielded his manhood like a club. A cock longer than Narcissa’s face and fatter than his bicep slammed into the side of her head. It sent her down to the floor in a mess of limbs.

Bellatrix gasped in horror at the sight. “Y-You… What are you doing Potter?!”

He ignored her and knelt behind the blonde, vanishing all of her clothed with a flick of his wrist. The blonde’s fat arse was up in the air and ripe for the taking, and he sandwiched his shaft between her large cheeks before grinding it back and forth.

The soft and fat skin stimulated him greatly, all while his hands grasped and fondled with her arse. Then, in a sudden movement, Narcissa was flipped around to be on her back, and his cock was soon smushed between the valley of her large breasts.

“Is this what you wanted, Bellatrix?” He asked as he used Narcissa’s body in the most demeaning way possible. He wasn’t acting like some barbarian pounding away at her pussy, nor a younger lover taking her in the throes of passion, but instead a Master leveraging his power over his Mistress.

Narcissa moved her head so she could suck the head of his shaft with each thrust, her arms moving to guide her big breasts along his shaft. He could feel Bellatrix’s stare, which did nothing but increase his excitement.

There was nothing he loved more than fucking MILFs, and he couldn’t wait to do just that with Bellatrix. He wanted her to be his, to have her core split open by his cock and filled with his seed. And he imagined what it would be like to do just that as he fucked Narcissa’s breasts.

“I’m going to cum.” He growled deeply, before looking over at Bellatrix. “Would you like to swallow it?”

Her eyes went wide, and for a moment it looked like she would say yes. That was until her expression darkened, and the old part of her personality returned. “You dare put that thing in my mouth, and I’ll bite it off!”

Tempting. He snorted. “Your loss.”

His load came then, as he squatted over Narcissa’s form before letting loose. His first load covered her entire face, with the next coating the area from her breasts to her chin. After that came on her bountiful teardrop breasts which he covered completely, and it didn’t stop from there. He gave her enough cum to put any wizard to shame, a demonstration of his pure magical power.

A glance over at Bellatrix didn’t disappoint. Bet Tom never showed her anything like that.

Drool left Bellatrix’s chin, sliding down to land on her expansive cleavage. Her pupils were blown wide from seeing the magical release, her chest heaving with each breath. She clearly hadn’t expected him to have so much power, and could see the very desire in her eyes.

He knew what Bellatrix Lestrange wanted, being power, and to be with a powerful wizard above all. Him destroying Narcissa and treating her worse than the cheapest Knockturn Alley whore was sure to turn her on. Narcissa was her own sister after all, a powerful witch in her own right, and someone a half-blood like him should have never been able to fuck. And yet it was his pure power which allowed him to treat her in such a way, and it was a demonstration to Bellatrix just what he was capable of.

He wandlessly summoned her from across the room then, pulling her off the bed and putting the black-haired witch on her knees without a wand. Bellatrix squeaked at the sudden movement before she panted in reverence, as she suddenly found herself staring up at him and his massive cock.

Harry ran a hand through her hair, causing Voldemort’s greatest servant to purr and lean into his touch. He knew he could take her easily in that moment, that he could defile her body and fill her up with enough seed to get pregnant. That he could stuff his shaft all the way down her throat until she passed out from the lack of air.

And yet he decided to wait. He wanted Bellatrix to be more subservient to him before he took her and made her his. And more than that, he wanted Voldemort to know that it was Harry Potter who took Bellatrix Lestrange and made her his bitch.

“I have a party coming up. Be a good girl during it and I’ll be sure to reward you.”

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18.