A Riddle To Be Solved Ch. 12 (Patreon)

Harry and Emily stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron and back onto the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley.

The streets that had once been bustling with movement were now dead silent and completely empty. Only a single sound was echoing throughout, and it was the clicking of slowly approaching boots.

A threstal was parked in front of Eeylops Owl Emporium, its empty sockets seemed to condemn the couple just as much as the dozens of eyes that were watching them from behind the illusionary safety of storefront windows.

Harry whistled as he observed the man who was slowly making his way to meet them in the middle.

He was a bit shorter than him, though Harry suspected the entirety of that difference was the slight hunch to his posture, the posture of a man who'd taken his body to the limit. He had a rugged face with a five o clock shadow, which Harry instantly decided he'd steal for himself. He had a long scar running up the side of his face, passing right through a socket which once held an emerald green eye, but was now occupied by a magical eye that was whirring every which way.

That wasn't the only thing that had been replaced, not by a long shot. As Harry and Emily took the man's body in, they noted the off hand, made of pure silver up to the elbow. He wore black trousers, but the material was torn off at the knee on the right leg, showing off a leg made of copper.

He wore a black, wide brim hat, adorned with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows. His cloak was long and flowing and black as midnight, and it was worn over a leather vest. His belt was thick with a copper, rounded buckle, and at the center of that buckle sat a familiar stone.

“Hello there, Harry.”

The man looked unamused. “Constable Potter to you, vermin.”

Emily chuckled, “Constable Potter, tell us, what's the reason for the visit?”

Constable Potter spread his right hand out wide, a wand slotting itself confortably within his grip.

There was no mistaking that wand, it was the elder wand.

“You have been identified as Dark Mages. That carries an immediate sentence of death.” He tilted his head sideways as his magical eye began to glow red. “I'm here to carry out that sentence.”

“We figured.” Harry drawled as he and Emily began to step forward.

Constable Potter did the same, and the three of them walked casually towards the each other, their postures completely relaxed.

“Aren't you curious about who we are?” Emily asked as she cracked her neck.

“Not particularly. Who you are is of no importance. I am the protector of these lands, and my job is to kill you. Simple as that.”

Harry nodded slowly. “I can appreciate that.”

They stopped several paces in front of each other, and for a moment, time stood still, the silence turning deadly as all the people watching held their collective breath.

Behind them, the thestral neighed, clopping its hoof on the ground as it's tail brushed against a window.

A small pebble was jostled from the awning of the emporium. It rolled until it tipped over the edge and then fell.

In the instant the pebble impacted the cobblestone, the trio made their moves.

Harry and Emily jumped to opposite sides as a large knife zoomed past the space that they had occupied. The knife embedded itself onto the ground several yards behind them, began glowing a hot orange and then exploded, sending bits of cobblestone flying back at the duo.

Harry turned the debris to droplets of water with nary a thought before sending a bolt of lightning towards the constable.

Emily, meanwhile, had send an overpowered blasting curse to one of the many windows where the civilians had their faces pressed to the glass.

Emily's blasting curse struck the glass and bounced right back at her with redoubled speed. Meanwhile, the constable slid smoothly to his left, holding his black cloak open like a matador and letting Harry's lightning bolt disappear into its infinite darkness.

Harry felt a ripple as the very space around him began to warp. His own lightning bolt emerged from behind him as Emily's curse bore down on them from the other side.

Emily had already sprung into action, and the two were lifted in the air as the ground beneath them flew up, a circular chunk having been severed like a manhole cover.

The two spells clashed in the space they'd left behind. The constable watched them but did not attack as they slowly drifted back down to earth.

“Those storefronts are better protected than I thought.” Emily drawled, frowning as she saw her curse had not left the slightest mark.

“You think this is my first rodeo? I've dealt with sorry bastards like you for years, I know how you think.”

‘It's interesting, what he's done with the invisibility cloak’ Harry told Emily through their mental link.

‘It doesn't matter. We'll overcome it’

In a snap, the three sprung to action in a flurry of movement, and the alley filled up with the sounds of battle.

It was two against one, it should have been in their favor, and yet that was not bearing out.

Diagon Alley had narrowed, somehow. The Constable was manipulating it in a way that restricted their movements and made them feel as if they were fighting in.a back alley. The storefronts were impervious to magic and could not be exploited.

Their opponent had chosen the field of battle, and it was to his advantage.

And this constable was no slouch either. He was fast with his wand and his cloak was a fucking menace. Every spell they sent, he danced around and sent it into his cloak, making it reappear somewhere around them.

Harry sent a buzzsaw at the Constable's feet while Emily sent a bone-shattering curse towards him.

The constable jumped over the buzzsaw and parried the bone-shatterer back at Emily. Emily slapped the spell away and sent a gout of flame towards him.

Constable Potter thrust downward and he suddenly dropped to the ground like a stone, landing with a loud crash, just in time for Harry's buzzsaw to come back around and slice through his torso.

He didn't stop. Even with his lower and upper half split in two, he swung his silver arm out, brandishing a whip towards Harry.

Harry prepared to dodge the whip when he felt a spell careen towards him from an odd angle. Emily noted it as well, and she shielded her lover, but Harry was unable to prevent the whip from wrapping around his wrist and pull him towards the constable.

Meanwhile, the resurrection stone on Constable Potter's buckle had let off a soft red glow, and the top half of his body was pulled back to the bottom, stiching itself together as he hauled Harry towards him.

The whip sent jolts of powerful current running up Harry's body, enough to prevent him from sending a spell on retaliation.

Emily growled as she aimed her own spell, not towards the constable, but towards her husband.

Harry understood Emily's plan in a microsecond and let go of his wand as her spell hit him, transforming him into a hawk.

As his body shrank and his arm morphed into a wing, it wrangled itself loose from the whip as he flew over the constable's head.

Emily caught his wand and began shooting off powerful spells in both directions. The constable was forced to shield, and as hawk-Harry cleared behind him, another well-aimed spell from his wife turned him back into a human.

More spells began flying in from the blind, forcing Emily to focus on her rear as the constable flared his cape, ready to absorb an incoming attack from Harry as the latter snatched his spare wand from his leg holster.

But Harry didn't bother to aim at the constable, he conjured a spear and sent it directly at the thestral that had been parked by the emporium.

“Admatha! You piece of fucking shit!” For the first time, constable Potter lost his composure as his thestral was pierced through the heart, it's body pinned against the wall as the creature began to trash, gallons of inky blood oozing out from its wounds.

The alley began to flicker. It expanded outward, returning to its usual width. Harry and Emily could feel the protectice magics fading away, turning the impenetrable storefronts into easy pickings for the unscrupulous duo.

Behind Emily, a trio of figures emerged from the cover of shadows. Two wizards and a witch, all glaring hatefully at her.

“Deputies, stand down!” Constable Potter called.

Harry took in said deputies. He'd never seen them at this age, in the cusp of their forties, and it had felt like thousand years since he'd seen them at all, but he recognized them.

Sporting the same wide brimmed hats and tall boots, and looking just as surly and battle-weary, were Ron, Hermione and Neville.

“Care to continue our battle, now that we're playing with real stakes?” Emily asked as she casually tossed Harry's Holly wand to him over the constable's head, keeping the elder wand for herself.

The constable's eyes narrowed as he considered Emily, presenting his back to Harry.

“Listen here, vermin. If you have any honour at all, you will allow us to relocate this fight somewhere else.”

Harry and Emily chuckled.

“Unfortunately, we don't have any honour, constable. Fortunately for you, we are extremely competitive.” Emily said.

“We'll move the fight, but you'll have to keep it fair.” Harry said as he walked around the constable, who snarled as the wizard rejoined his wife.

Emily pointed a finger towards him.“I fight you, my husband fights these three. No interference.”

“Wait.” Harry frowned. “I wanted to fight him.”

“I called it first.” Emily said, face full of myrth as a smile curled up on her lips.

Harry shook his head, “Fine.”

The constable's hands went to his buckles. “Your execution will be drawn out and painful,” He growled.

“We'll make sure the public gets a show they won't forget.” Deputy Hermione added from their other side.

“You'll have to beat us first. So, how about it?” Harry asked his counterpart.

Constable Potter spit on the ground. “We can settle this at the ruins of Hogwarts. Know where that is?”

Emily shrugged. “We've got an idea.”

“Constable, is this smart? What if they turn tail and run?” Neville asked.

“We have no interest in escaping.” Harry said.

“They don't.” The constable confirmed.

That was it. The six of them turned in place and popped away from the alley.

They popped back into existence amidst a set of ruins. Harry and Emily wondered what had transpired here to cause Hogwarts to be destroyed to such an extent. The once towering castle was nothing more than several piles of rubble, overgrown with vines and weeds.

Harry and Emily shared a sordid kiss before the two of them walked off in opposite directions, ready to face their opponents.

Harry was a bit miffed to be facing off against the B-team, but he wasn't about to argue with Emily about it. It all evened out in the end.

Hermione Ron and Neville were spread out in front of him, each standing atop a different pile of rubble as Harry lazily twirled his wand about.

“I've been able to deduce your identity.” Deputy Hermione said with a sneer. There were deep lines in her face, and her hair was long and unkempt, with streaks of white going down its length. “You're an evil version of Harry.”

Harry snorted as Ron and Neville's eyes bugged out.

“Is that really that surprising to you?” He asked. “Gotta say, Granger, you'll have your work cut out for you with these two geniuses tagging along.”

The men growled as Ron slid down the rubble, “Remember, team, keep him alive for the execution, but everything else is fair game.”

Hermione held her yellow wristband up to her face, which Harry noticed was a bit different from the ones he'd seen on the citizens. This one was bulkier, with some added runes etched onto it.

“Request permission to use lethal force, forbidden magic grades one through five.”

From behind him, Harry heard his counterpart whisper raspily, “Permission granted.”

Harry's expression morphed into a feral smile. “Wouldn't have it any other way.”

Harry leapt off one foot as he sent an arching wave of poison-tipped spikes towards his opponents.

Neville and Ron rushed at him while Hermione did not move from her spot. She seemed like the most dangerous opponent, so he focused on taking her out first.

Neville opened his coat and dozens of seeds flew into the air. The moment they hit the ground, they burrowed into the earth, and seconds later monstrous plants began to emerge.

Meanwhile, Ron reached into his coat pocket and produced the sorting hat. He stuffed his hand into it, and as it slid out, the sword of gryffindor came along with it.

Harry frowned, eyes narrowing as his opponents dodged his spikes. Perhaps this was going to be more work than he thought.

…

Emily found herself tied up in a dance with her husband's counterpart.

He was Harry. And yet, he fought so differently.

He did not have her husband's flair, he fought with an economy of movement and a directness that made him hard to predict.

The cloak and the stone were not helping.

The invisibility cloak, or whatever he'd warped it into, absorbed all incoming attacks. Even the killing curse was eaten up into its void and spit back out to attack her. It meant that she had to think about the spells she was using and their placement, she could not use anything that she herself wouldn't be able to handle if it came at her via her blindspot.

Meanwhile, the ressurection stone meant that the hits she had managed to land didn't stick. A blood boiling curse was neutralized. She shot a tiny metal spike towards him that suddenly expanded in volume when he dodged, embedding its spikes deep into his face, neck and chest.

He pulled it out and was freshly healed in moments. Even when she'd managed to melt part of his silver hand with a spray of acid, the goddamn stone healed that too.

She was very annoyed. Yes, she and Harry had their own set of bullshit immortality and regeneration tricks, but those had been earned! It also didn't help that their own immortality did not work across universes, if she were to die here, that would be it.

She was at a disadvantage and she knew it. He was greatly skilled, perhaps an even match with her, and his artifacts made this battle a difficult one.

But not an impossible one.

Ae their battle continued, they moved through the remains of the Great Hall.

“You should smile more.” Emily said as sweat poured down her brow. “Do you not enjoy the thrill of a fight?”

“I take no pleasure in this, ma'am. I'm just doing my job, wiping out garbage like you.” Constable Potter said as he swept his cloak, which absorbed a tiny metal ball Emily had sent his way.

The ball reappeared near Emily's head, shooting off towards her, ready to split her skull in two.

You fight a bit too directly

Whenever he'd been sending attacks her way, they'd always go for her head, and they always came from the blindside of her non-wand arm. It made sense, as it would give her the least amount of time to react, but it was a pattern, and patterns could be planned around.

When the metal ball was mere inches from striking her, it pinged off something invisible, something that accelerated it to supersonic speeds.

The constable's eyes widened, but not even he could move fast enough to stop the ball as it struck the clasp of his buckle.

He grunted in pain as the strike left a bruise on his magically reinforced body, but that wasn't the worst of it.

The hit had knocked the belt off, and in his moment of shock, he was unable to prevent Emily from summoning it towards her.

His cloak went from midnight black to translucent silk, silk that made parts of his body dissapear as it shimmered in the wind.

“Oh, I see, they only work if they're all together, is that it?” Emily asked as she pulled the resurrection stone from the belt and let it slide down her sleeve, dissapearing into her robe.

The constable threw off his cloak, his hat going along with it, as the red glow of his magical eye intensified. “Fight's still not over, vermin.”

…

Harry had to give it to them, they were proving to be a fun time.

Ron just swung the sword of Gryffindor around. It was too big for him to be able to use his wand, but considering every slice of the sword shot off waves of pure energy that destroyed all in it's path, it was a fair trade off.

Ron was also constantly calling the battle, telling Neville where to move and when to attack. Meanwhile, Neville kept throwing venomous tentacula and chinese chomping cabbages at him. Highly modified versions, though Harry noted with pride that Lyra's work was much more creative than this.

Hermione was still atop a pile of rubble, drawing some sort of runic circle, and as she drew closer to finishing it, Harry decided it might be prudent to end this fight.

“We've got him pinned down, Nev!” Ron yelled gleefully, “Lets try and beat him before Hermione takes all the glory.”

“One of my daughters is an avid herbologist herself.” Harry said as he flicked a lazy cutting curse towards Neville, who dived out of the way. “I'm going to have to thank her, otherwise this fight would have been much more difficult.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Neville growled.

“Haven't you noticed how I've left every single one of your little plants intact?” Harry drawled.

It was true. There were dozens of carnivorous plants, all vying for a chance to rip his throat out, and yet Harry had not once tried to destroy them, even as they made his battle more difficult.

A single, pea-sized seed glinted between Harry's thumb and forefinger.

“Why carry a hundred seeds, when all you need is one seed to rule them all?”

He let the seed drop, and the moment it touched the ground, all of Neville's plants turned purple.

“No!” Neville screamed.

“Nev, what's going on?!” Ron yelled.

“They're not under my control anymore!”

“No. They're under mine.” Harry said calmly.

Ron screamed as a venomous tentacula chomped at his arm, eating off a good chunk and spraying blood all over the field. The sword of Gryffindor fell from his grip as his legs were taken out by a pair of chomping cabbage.

Ron and Neville were immediately swarmed by dozens of carnivorous plants, their screams growing louder as they were devoured alive. Meanwhile, Harry strolled past them as he locked eyes with Hermione.

He'd been too late. She'd finished her circle.

“You don't seem to be too beat up about your friend's deaths.”

“They did their part. They bought me time, so I could do this.”

Hermione pulled out a dagger and proceeded to slit her throat.

Her body collapsed as blood began to spurt out of her body and onto the runic array.

The array glowed a deep red as the ground began to tremble and the sky darkened.

“Huh.”

Harry knew a demonic summoning when he saw one, and considering how long it had taken Hermione to complete it, this one was quite a doozy.

He could probably take on whatever beast emerged from the depths of hell. It would be a long, drawn out battle, but he could probably beat it.

He gave himself a fifty-fifty chance.

Or…

Harry twisted in place and apparated away as an eldritch scream forced the clouds to rend themselves apart.

…

One last charge.

Emily felt giddy with joy. Even without his cloak and stone, the Constable was a formidable foe.

He was bleeding from his good eye now, his silver hand mangled into nothing more than a blunt piece of metal, but he'd given as good as he'd taken, as evidenced by Emily's left wrist hanging on only by a thread.

They both held the elder wand. They were equally matched.

This last charge would do it.

There was something about the din of battle that drew people mad. The smart move on both ends was to keep your range, keep attacking from a distance and wear your opponent out.

But after being locked in mortal combat with an opponent who's power you respected, crazy ideas began to enter one's mind.

Emily rushed at the constable and the Constable rushed at her. The elder wand warbled with power in both their hands, ready to unleash destruction on its opponent.

Emily grabbed onto the constable's vest, leaning her head back as a blasting curse zipped by, kissing the tip of her noise before it flew off towards the overcast sky.

Wand wedged between her hand and his vest, her own blasting curse caught the constable right on the chin.

His body was thrown back as blood spewed from his mangled face. Emily felt a thrill of victory, only for her eyes to widen as the clump of silver that had been the constable's hand shifted.

Six holes slotted open at the end of the hand, and with a sound like a cannon blast, six bullets shot out towards her.

At that range, all six struck her in the chest and stomach, sending Emily crashing against a broken wall, ending up propped up into a sitting position.

Her body was numb and cold as she heard coughing. Her vision was slowly fading, but she was able to see the constable. His face was a broken mess, with half the skin peeled off on one side and the other not much better off.

“You gave me a good fight.” He spoke even as the lower part of his jaw was hanging off of one side. “But justice always triumphs in the end.”

He held up the resurrection stone, along with the invisibility cloak.

“I will make your death quick. You've earned yourself that, at least.”

“Oh, are those for me?” Harry's voice suddenly came through as he snatched the hallows from his counterpart's hand.

“You?!”

“Yeah, me.” Harry grimaced as he saw how much blood Emily was losing. With a wave of his wand, he stemmed the bleeding.

“Hermione sacrificed herself to summon some sort of demon. I'm guessing she assumed you'd be able to get it under control with the power of the hallows. Not sure how much luck you'll have with that now.”

There was a thunderous roar in the distance. The beast had emerged fully.

“Either way, our work here is done.” Harry scooped Emily up in his arms and his wife wrapped her arms around his neck.

“It's been fun, constable.”

With another pop, Harry apparated himself and Emily away, leaving the constable to face whatever horror Hermione had unleashed.

…

They made it back to their own world just in the nick of time. Harry placed Emily gently on the ground, and his wife smiled as her body succumbed to its injuries.

In a work-mine in Indonesia, a man pushing a cart full of minerals collapsed onto the floor, his body suddenly leaking blood from six holes in his torso.

“That was unpleasant.” Emily said as she took Harry's offered hand and got up from the floor.

“I believe we've earned ourselves a little break.” Harry said. “Perhaps a treat, even.”

Emily smiled, knowing where her husband was going with this. “A treat? I like the sound of that.”

…

Lord Harold Bones was a man that liked his routine, and he liked his traditions.

He'd not been a member of the dark faction before the rise of their great lord Gaunt, but he'd been nowhere near a reformer. He'd found himself trapped in the middle, squeezed on both sides as he'd been put off by the radicalism on both sides.

All that was a moot point now, as their lord had made all of those previous squabbles irrelevant, but Harold still did enjoy his routine and tradition.

That meant that supper was a time for the whole family to sit down and have a nice, quiet meal. Proper attire, proper use of silverware, proper tableside manner.

The middle aged wizard smiled as he looked around the table. To his left was his beautiful wife, Calista, who's flaming red hair had enticed him so many years ago. Next to her, all of seven years old, was their daughter Amelia. She was a chubby little child, but there were already signs of great beauty from the girl. She was also rather obedient, always following the rules he set.

In another life, he would have already received multiple betrothal offers for his young daughter. But, things were different now. Their lord had dissuaded them from partaking in the flesh. Over the last few months, even the more fetching muggle women had become off limits. Currently, Harold satisfied his urges with a one-eyed hag that also serviced Abraxas Malfoy.

The family ate quietly as they sat at one end of the large table that could seat up to twenty.

“The potato soup was exquisite, dear.” Calista said as she dabbed her face with a napkin.

“Quite. Mimzy outdid herself this time.” Harold said. “Did you enjoy your meal, Amelia?”

The chubby cheeked redhead nodded respectfully, “It has been hearty, father.”

Harold checked his pocketwatch. “Well, it appears as if mealtime has ended. We have thirty minutes of family time by the fireplace.”

The family backed out of their chairs as they shuffled quietly over to the den, where a roaring fire was already crackling away.

Harold parked himself in his favorite sofa, a glass of Odgen's finest on the rocks already there to greet him. Calista sat on the couch opposite his, pulling out one of her gardening magazines, while Amelia laid out on the rug in front of the fireplace, reading her comic.

Amelia's comic was a crime thriller. It bordered on the innapropiate, but Harold would let it pass for now.

“I hope we're not imposing.”

Harold bolted up from his chair, panic and rage boiling up within him as he readied to level his wand at whoever dared trespass on his home.

Almost immediately after, he calmed down. His manor's wards were nothing to scoff at. It would be impossible for someone to break in without him receiving some form of warning. Which meant that this could only be one person.

“My lord!” Harold bowed his head as he fell down to one knee. Around him, his wife and daughter did the same.

“No need for all that.” Lord Gaunt waved them off as he and Lady Gaunt approached them. “We were in the neighborhood and figured you wouldn't mind some company.”

“Sir! I-It would be an honour!” Harold said as the family retook their seats at Emily's insistence.

He'd heard of this. The lord and lady liked to pay random visits to pureblood homes. Sometimes for a spot of tea, sometimes for dinner, sometimes even for overnight stays.

He'd never been blessed with such a visit, until now.

“Mimzy!” His wife exclaimed.

One loud pop later and a little elf appeared before the lady of the house.

“Yes, mistress?”

“Bring us some tea and scones, please!”

“Oh, we're not feeling peckish at the moment.” Emily said. “At least, not for food.”

“My lord and lady, please, let me at least find you some seats.”

“No need, there's enough seating here for all of us.” Harry insisted.

“You don't mind if we make ourselves at home, do you?” Emily had already been removing her robe when she began to speak.

“Not at all, my lady!” Calista said.

Emily pulled her robe up over her head, revealing her naked body underneath, her large, round tits swaying as she moved.

“You should make yourself comfortable too.”

“Of course, my lady.”

Harold looked on with pride as his wife removed her own clothing as Lady Gaunt looked down at her hungrily.

Meanwhile, Lord Gaunt had opted to simply unzip his trousers, letting his gargantuan cock bob out through his pants.

“You're names’ Amelia, right?” Harry asked the young girl.

Amelia nodded her head firmly, keeping her back straight. Just like she'd been taught. “Yes, sir.”

“And have I had you before, Amelia?”

Amelia looked a bit confused by this, but she finally just shook her head in the negative.

“Well, I think we should remedy that.”

Harry knelt down on the carpet and presented his hard cock to the young girl. Amelia's eyes went wide, and she glanced at her father, who sent her an encouraging look.

Amelia opened her mouth, but she didn't move her head, clearly unsure of what to do. Harry grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled it towards him, hissing as her lips wrapped around his cock.

Only the crown fit in her mouth, puffing up her already chubby cheeks considerably as she began to gently suckle on it.

Harry kept his hand in her hair, enjoying the sensation of the young Bones treating his cock like a lollipop. Her brown eyes stared up at him, silently asking if she was doing a good job.

“You're doing wonderful, Amelia, simply wonderful.

On the couch, Emily had sat on the now fully naked Calista's lap. Calista was a mature woman, with a curvy body that filled her seat completely.

Emily grabbed Calista's wand from the table and shoved it up the woman's cunt. As Calista moaned at the sudden penetration, she lined up the other end with her own pussy and sank down on it as well.

She began to bounce on her lap, fucking the wand into both their cunts as she pulled the older woman in for a searing kiss.

Amelia's sucking grew more enthusiastic as she grew more confident. Her little tongue tickled around the back of his crown, and she managed to wedge it in between his foreskin, driving Harry mad as she cleaned out the base of his head, sucking on his foreskin in the process.

Harold felt a tear roll down his eye as his family commited themselves wonderfully. He knew the lord and lady would have nothing but glowing reviews.

Harry began to fuck Amelia's mouth, his mushroom heas bumping and sliding down her throat until he finally pushed in one last time, hand gripping the back of her neck as he shot his seed down into her stomach.

He pulled out, coating the young girl's face with rope after rope of his cum as her mother screamed in her own release.

Harry's cock stayed rock hard as he maneuvered the young girl around, gettin her on all fours as he slapped his cock against her immature pussy.

“Look at your daughter, look at that cum covered face.” Emily whispered to a moaning Calista. “You're going to eat my husband's cum out of her cunt soon enough. And you're going to love it.”

Calista moaned as Emily squeezed her cowtits. “Yes!”

Emily kept grinding the wand into her pussy as both mother and father got a great view of their daughter, face coated in cum, taking their lord's cock into her virgin pussy.

Amelia squealed as Harry pushed into her chubby little body. He fucked her hard and fast, pelvis smashing against her plump little bum.

Harry's hand's snaked up her body and squeezed her breasts, already budding at such a young age. He wondered how a girl this age would look pregnant with his baby, and he decided then and there that Amelia would be his test subject.

His ball's slapped against her clit as the poor girl moaned herself hoarse, far too small to be able to withstand the rough pounding Harry was giving her.

It was going to be a long night.

…

“You're both making me so proud!” Harold said as he snapped another picture for the family photo album.

Emily was standing in front of the couch, directing the two Bones women on how to best pose for the next picture.

“Calista, wrap your arms around my husband's thigh. Good, now take his balls into your mouth.”

The Bones matriarch did as ordered, sucking Harry's ballsack down her throat.

“Good. Now spread your legs out just a little bit, so we can see you freshly fucked pussy.”

Calista shifted her thighs, and her pussy was now in full display, the little river of pure white cream leaking out of it fully visible.

“Amelia,” Emily said in an amused tone. “You're a natural! Keep that vacant, cock-drunk look on your little face and we're good to go!”

Amelia was sat on Harry's lap, on her father's preferred sofa. Her cunny was oozing cum too, though the trickle was much smaller. Not because she'd taken a smaller load than her mother, her belly was bloated full of the cum Lord Gaunt had flooded her little cunny with. No, it was because Lord Gaunt's large cock was still stoppering her entrance, lodged as it was deep inside her pussy.

Harry was rocking the girl on his lap, his hands pawing at her little breasts as the girl drooled openly, having been fucked well past her limit.

Emily joined them on the sofa, snuggling in on Harry's side as Harold snapped yet another picture.

…

Harry J. Potter whistled as he made his way through the bustling streets of London.

He was staring down at his phone. He'd just had a wonderful meal at a new cafe that had opened up down the block, and he was typing up a glowing five star review.

When he finished and finally raised his head. He did a double take.

“Wow, that's going to be impressive.” He said as he took a sip from his drink.

Someone had set up an easel in front of a dilapidated building and was drawing up a very exciting redesing on their tablet, reimagining the building in a very cutesy art deco style.

“Thank you. I hope I get enough upvotes.” The artist, a scruffy looking young man in his mid twenties, responded without looking up from his work.

Harey chuckled, deciding he might as well make this young man's day. “Tell you what, I'll give it a like and share to help you out.”

“Much appreciated, sir.” Was the casual response.

Harry aimed his phone at the man's tablet, which was live streaming his work to an audience of about forty people.

Harry's camera locked in on the man's screen and Harry was immediately taken to his livestream.

With a cheeky grin, Harry gave it a like and then shared.

Instantly, the livestream jumped from dozens to thousands to millions, all raining heart reacts and upvotes down on the shellshocked young man.

“W-Wait… Harry J…”

He jumped up from his stool and swung around to see a grinning Harry dusting off his business suit.

“B-But… you're the CEO of MRLIN!” The young man exclaimed.

There was a sudden whoosh of air and the young man turned around once more as, before his very eyes, the broken down building was transformed into a vibrant, nineteen-twenties style art deco skyscraper.

Harry put a hand on the young man's shoulder. “Still got the interiors to do, don't you? Keep up the good work, kid.”

And with that, Harry left the young man behind. He always loved the looks on people's faces when he did random acts of kindness like that.

He hoped this little stunt would also get the youth out of their newest stupid trend. Popular streamers had begun to get their legions of fans to purposefully make buildings look broken down and abandoned. One had even managed to do it to the Louvre and have it stick for over two hours. It royally pissed him off.

There was no room for decay in his utopia.

Harry entered his office building, tipping his head to the guard and sending a saucy wink to the girl at the front desk. She was a new hire, Francheska, and Harry was still trying to slot in a time where he could fuck her.

The MRLN building was the largest in all of London. It once held that title worldwide, but then the Sheik of Abu Dhabi had wanted to enter a dick measuring contest with him and Harry had had to bow out, not wanting to appear too egotistical.

Harry opened the blueprint app on his phone. He had the blueprints to half the buildings in the western wold, but his own personal building was always saved at the very top of his favorites.

His building had no elevators or stairs, though there were doors and hallways between rooms just for the people that still prefered the analog experience of walking from place to place. Harry enjoyed that from time to time himself, as evidenced by his little lunch jaunts, but he did not care for a seventy floor elevator ride.

On the app, he went to the seventieth floor and tapped on the largest box there. After confirming that he did in fact want to travel, he was covered in a swirl of lights as he was whisped away from the lobby.

Harry's office was nice and spacious. His sleek desk was done up in a very futuristic style, but his chair was built for comfort.

Harry grabbed his mouse as he turned on his desktop.

He checked his email, and his good mood was instantly ruined.

At the top of his in-box was a message that read:

SHARE WITH FIVE CONTACTS OR YOUR MOTHER DIES IN HER SLEEP.

Harry shook his head. His mother was already dead, so he was safe, but the fact that people were still sending out these mass jynxes despite the last round of arrests really pissed him off. He flagged that message and forwarded it to the cyber-curses department before moving on.

He was about to respond to another email about Clarissa from accounting's birthday party when his screen went completely black.

“What?”

This was impossible. He had built this entire system, knew it front to back, there was no possible way for someone to hack into it. Unless-

“It's been quite a while, Mr. Potter.”

They were speaking through a generic AI voice filter, but that didn't matter, Harry already knew who it was.

“Fate.” He stated coldly. “I thought our business was done.”

“That business from several years ago is concluded, yes. I must say, you have done quite well for yourself.”

“It shouldn't be surprising, I'm a genius.” Harry said irritably. “What do you want?”

“A bit snappy, aren't we? I thought you'd welcome me like an old friend.”

Harry drummed his fingers on the desk, choosing silence over dignifying that with a response.

“You were more fun as a teenager. I have a job, a job that only someone as skilled as you can hope to see through. What do you know of alternate realities?”

“Plenty, in theory at least. Infinite dimensions, infinite permutations of every possible event. Of course, magic has not yet been proven capable of breaching though to them.”

He wasn't about to mention the fact that Hermione and her team were elbow deep in research attempting to hack into what she dubbed ‘the source code of the universe’. Something that would open up many doors, including allowing one to easily travel through time and dimension with no restrictions.

“Well, you see, there's a Harry Potter that is travelling through dimension, causing chaos and leaving nothing but misery and destruction in his wake.”

“What?” Harry slammed his fists on the desk. “You're saying that another Harry Potter developed dimensional travel?!”

The AI voice laughed through his monitor. “Is that jealousy I hear?”

Harry snarled. “So you're saying that this Harry potter is evil? And what, he wants to destroy every dimension?”

“I'm not sure about destroy, but I believe he'll be satisfied with leaving each world a little bit worse off than it had been before he arrived. Why, if he were to come to your world…”

“I would crush him in a second.”

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh before he opened his eyes back up.

“Alright, so you want me to go after this orher Potter? Put him down for good?”

“That is the gist of it, yes.”

A million thoughts ran through Harry's mind. This was fate, and if there was one thing Harry had learned, it was that deities like her could not be trusted.

And yet, he couldn't help but still feel tempted.

“I'm listening.”