Dear Harry,
I miss having you at Hogwarts. It was very nice to see you in Hogsmeade, even if it was only for a short time. Dumbledore interrogated me as soon as I came back to the castle. He made it seem like he was worried about the attack and wanted more information, but a lot of his questions were about you. He's up to something. Maybe I'm reading into it too much, but he seemed interested in your mental state specifically. I told him that you seemed more confident and composed than ever, and it didn't seem he liked that.
Classes are still ongoing. I'm having a hard time paying attention to them. It's while I'm sitting in class that I miss you the most. That and—
What followed was scribbled out, but Harry could still make it out when he squinted: late at night when I'm all alone in my bed.
Missing you isn't the only thing I'm worried about. Ron and I were talking, and we both agreed that my parents aren't safe. Draco was a death eater, so we know that there could be other marked ones among the students at the school. It's not impossible that they would bring up my name and send people to find my family. The Weasleys can protect themselves, and Remus helped put some wards up around our house, but that won't be enough if the death eaters really go after them. I hate to sound needy, but is there anything you can do?
Love,
Hermione.
"I miss you too," Harry said aloud, smiling to himself.
Loud slurping from his crotch paused as the Patil twins pulled their lips away from his throbbing dick.
"Is that from Hermione?" Parvati asked. "How is she?"
"Not bad," Harry said. "She says that she misses me. And she's worried about her parents."
"I think I know what she misses most," Padma said.
The traditionally shy and contained Ravenclaw gave Harry's hard dick a barrage of erotic smooches. She closed her eyes while she did it and relished his manhood.
"It makes sense that her parents would be in danger," Parvati said. "Our parents have already left the country. There are relatives in India who offered to let them stay until the war ended. Hermione's parents are Muggles, so they're in even more danger."
"It'll be harder for them to pack their lives up and move," Harry said. "Better that than dead, though. I'll see if I can talk to someone about it."
"Later," Parvati half suggested and half commanded.
"Whatever you say," Harry said good naturedly.
He put Hermione's letter aside, making sure to move it quite far so that it wouldn't get dirty. He lay down on his back instead of sitting up. Padma went from kissing his dick to deepthroating him. Parvati crawled up his body, putting her pussy straight on his face instead.
"Let's get that tongue of yours to work," Parvati said.
"Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!" was the sound of Padma gagging, although Parvati's dark thighs on either side of Harry's head made it difficult to hear.
He could still feel it though. Padma pleasured him gladly, putting her personal comfort on the line as she repeatedly gagged and fought through it. Parvati's job seemed like it was clearly the nicer one, but both sisters were having fun. Harry licked Parvati's clit, enjoying the moans of the more gregarious sister.
"I always knew you were handsome, but you've really got skills to go with it," Parvati moaned.
She grabbed onto his hair and started bucking her hips as she grinded her cunt on Harry's face. She rubbed him so hard that pussy goo smeared onto his chin and even got onto his nose. Harry clapped his hands onto Parvati's thick ass, squeezing her cheeks while he shoved his tongue deeper inside of her.
Padma deepthroated him again and her gagging suddenly turned to choking. Harry's cum gave her something to taste and swallow, a nice creamy snack. She suctioned her lips on him and pulled herself up. Harry couldn't see her but he heard her say: "Thank you for the meal."
"C'mon sis!" Parvati said. "I can't be the only one of us who gets to feel good!"
Listening to the urging, Padma crawled onto Harry's legs. His dick was still erect and hard, with leftover cum around the tip that had mixed with the spit of the exotic Indian twins. Padma dropped her hips and rode his dick the way her sister was grinding on his face.
Harry decided that it was probably about time for him to get serious. They were trying to have a quickie before they started their day properly. Considering how likely they were to get "distracted" in the shower while trying to freshen up, he estimated they needed to be done here in the next five minutes. That was plenty of time to give the twins something to remember.
For Padma, Harry started thrusting. He bent his knees to get leverage and powered his pelvis up, smacking her body. Her ass started clapping as he brutalized her quim with rough impacts. Padma's moans became loud and uncontainable.
Parvati got an even more special trick. Only a few of the girls had been introduced to Harry's LITERALLY magical tongue, instead of being stuck with his traditional skills. Harry put the tip of his tongue against Parvati's g-spot and hissed Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in parseltongue. After extensive testing with Tracey's more than willing help, they'd discovered that something about the cadence of this song offered the most orgasmic delight in the shortest amount of time.
"Merlin's fucking magical testicals!" Parvati shrieked, bringing out a colorful expletive Harry had never heard before.
Padma hugged her sister from behind for support as Harry's monster cock tore up her insides, making her cum thrice in under five minutes. Parvati was even wetter. Unable to handle Harry's vibrating tongue, she'd absolutely lost her mind, climaxing every thirty seconds. She was going to feel this one for the rest of the day. The other girls would be understanding when she limped around while doing her job; by now, almost all of them had been there at least once.
"Harry!" the twins screamed in unison.
Parvati climaxed one last time while Harry creampied her sister. His cum dripped out of Padma, a lovely contrast to her dark skin. All of them took a few seconds to catch their breath, a task that was distinctly harder for Harry whose mouth was gagged by lovely brown pussy.
Just as he predicted, a second round occurred in the shower, but that was fine. He'd been counting on that. Harry had plenty of time to get dressed in sharp robes and set out, heading to the elevator to travel one floor.
There was only one thing on that floor: the Minister's office. And Harry had a meeting to attend.
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Harry passed between some of the meanest faced aurors he'd ever laid eyes on as he entered the Minister's office. Despite having lived such an eventful life, he'd never made it to this room before. If the Minister needed him, the man had always made the trip himself.
After getting by a serious amount of guards, Harry found a room that was close to empty. There was only the minister himself and another man. Although it wasn't logical, Harry grabbed his wand.
"Harry," Scrimgeour said sternly.
"Sorry, sir," Harry apologized.
He came over and sat down at the desk. That put him right next to the other man in the room, a skinny and pale wizard with long hair.
Pius Thicknesse, head of the DMLE… and the man that used an Unforgivable on Harry.
Harry knew the man hadn't been in his right mind. If everyone could throw off the Imperius Curse the way that Harry could, it wouldn't be such feared dark magic. That's why he let go of his wand as soon as he got his thoughts straight, and why he was sitting next to the man right now. It's just… after an experience like the one Harry went through with Thicknesse, it was hard to really let his guard down.
Harry jumped as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, probably the second most powerful man in the entire ministry these days, BOWED to him.
"I understand your wariness," Thicknesse said. "I don't like apologies very much because I think that they're cheap, but when you're in a situation like the one that I'm in, that's all you can offer. I'm sorry, Harry." He sat up, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "I was made a fool of."
"Thicknesse is one of the longest serving officials we have," Scrimgeour said. "There were some calls to remove him from his position. I'm ignoring them for the moment. Thicknesse was with us through two wars, and I'll be damned if I lose his experience because of one mistake."
"A serious mistake," Thicknesse said.
Scrimgeour sighed, looking tired for a moment. "That's right. MY decision was to let the matter end here. Thicknesse disagreed."
"I think you should be the one to decide," Thicknesse said to Harry.
"Me?" Harry said. He repeated himself: "Me? How can I decide something like that? I don't have any experience."
"You solved the situation," Thicknesse said. "If it wasn't for you, my condition wouldn't have been discovered. With the help of medi-witches, I broke the control that was cast on me. You earned this choice."
He didn't sound scared at all, even though he was leaving the fate of the position he worked his entire career for in the hands of a 19 year old. That decided it for Harry as much as anything else.
"Keep your job," Harry said. "Just make sure they don't catch you again."
"Believe me," Thicknesse smiled. "I have no plans on letting that happen."
"Very well. It seems that's settled." Scrimgeour sounded relieved that things turned out this way. "While I have you here, how is your condition Harry? Any aches from Hogsmeade, or worries that you have?"
Harry recalled the letter he had been reading.
"There is actually one thing, Minister," Harry said. "My friend Hermione is a muggleborn. It's not a secret how close we are, and she's worried about her family. Is there any way to protect them?"
"Go meet them," Scrimgeour said. "Moody can help with logistics. I leave it in your hands."
Harry was stunned. With barely any oversight, the Minister was letting him take actions of his own discretion? He might be able to help Hermione's parents get out of the country, but the first thing Harry was focused on was how much TRUST he was being shown.
"I'll handle it," Harry said.
"Good," Scrimgeour said. "See that you do. And keep someone in the ministry at all times while you're out. It isn't impossible that another mission will come up suddenly."
Harry nodded. "Yes sir."
The minister was a busy man so Harry and Thicknesse left soon after. He was a little bit surprised that the DMLE head was leaving when he was. It was even more surprising when that man put a friendly arm over Harry's shoulder. He'd seemed quite cold and calculating earlier.
"I'm glad we put the past behind us, Harry," Thicknesse said loudly as they walked by the guards outside the office. "I can't wait to see the things that you'll go on and accomplish. I'm sure you'll do great! If you ever have any trouble, feel free to come to me."
Harry nodded. "Of course, sir."
There was something slightly odd about Thicknesse's eyes. He wasn't under the effects of an Imperius; Harry had seen what that did, and this was different. His eyes were just too serious for his smile, the different parts of his expression clashing. He even noticed that Harry had picked up on this irregularity.
"Shhh," Thicknesse whispered.
His expression had been hidden from the guards, only his words reaching them. Thicknesse kept his arm over Harry's shoulder until they reached the lift, at which point they separated and Thicknesse's smile faded.
"Are you confused, Harry?" he asked in the privacy of the elevator.
"A little bit," Harry said.
"You'll understand soon," Thicknesse said.
He smiled again, and this time it did reach his eyes. It wasn't warm like his first friendly smile, though. Right up until the elevator doors opened again, Thicknesse looked cunning, proud, and maybe even a little bit sadistic.
Without the influence of the curse, he was like a different person. One that Harry was frankly struggling to figure out.
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