Not the Enemy- Part 2

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Casting-

Death- Yael Shelbia

Destiny- Tamara Huber

“You’re refusing?” Across from Shacklebolt, Harry lounged in a black leather chair. Despite his many interactions with previous Ministers for Magic, he realized this was the first time that he’d actually been in their office.

“Yes, that’s right. I appreciate the offer, really, but I’ve decided that the Auror life just isn’t for me.” After a year living on the run with his life constantly in danger, Harry welcomed a reprieve. And jumping straight into Auror training isn’t going to help.

Though danger was now a relative term where Harry was concerned after collecting the Hallows. Still, I’ve no interest in the bloody paperwork either.

“Well… that’s disappointing to hear.” Shacklebolt tried to sound diplomatic but failed, “Your involvement at the Ministry would be a great boon to the new administration, and help restore the faith of the people.”

Harry shrugged his shoulders, “Scrimgeour thought the same thing. Sorry Kingsley, but the argument isn’t gonna sway me anymore now than it did then.”

“But dangers still remain, Harry.” The Minister leaned over his desk, a scowl on his face, “Some of Voldemort’s most dangerous followers remain at large and they’ll undoubtedly view you as their primary target. Working with the Auror Department will give you the tools necessary to protect yourself and aid the public at the same time. It’s far safer than Hogwarts.”

There was a great deal about Harry, and his newfound abilities that Kingsley didn’t know, so he couldn’t blame him for one of those assumptions. The other however, “Who said anything about returning to Hogwarts?” Harry quirked an eyebrow, “There’s plenty left for me to learn about magic, but I don’t think I need the school any longer.”

“You’re not going back to school either?” Kingsley blinked slowly at the revelation.

“No, Minne seemed something between relieved and disappointed when I told her.” It was understandable. As much as the new headmistress cared for Harry, they agreed that his presence at the school was more likely to be a hinderance than anything else. I’d catch people staring before they saw me standing toe to toe with Tom in the Great Hall.

“What will you do?”

“I’m not sure if that’s any of your business, minister.”

Kingsley took a deep breath, “I understand that, Harry, I do. But you must understand that at this moment in time, you’re an asset to the whole of Magical Britian. I’d me remiss if I didn’t find out your intentions.”

Harry frowned, eyes narrowing, “Is that because you think I might be a threat, or simply because you want to control me? I hope it’s only the latter, Kingsley, because I don’t think you want me as an enemy. Regardless, I’ve had more than enough of being controlled for one lifetime, and I’m not going to allow you to do it to me now.”

“Harry,” he tried to placate him, “try to be reasonable. All I’m asking for is a bit of cooperation.”

“You’ve gotten your answer, and I’m afraid that’s all I’m willing to give you.” Harry stood and turned toward the door. It almost felt predictable when it opened before he reached it and in stepped two aurors. One was the newest head of the department, Damian Williamson, who Harry recognized from the battle in the Ministry in his fifth year. The other was Ewan Ward, who’d been in the Great Hall fighting in the battle of Hogwarts.

Williamson extended his hand, “Mr. Potter, it’s a pleasure to see you and we look forward to having you join the Auror program. We’re here to give you a tour of things before your first official day.” Harry forced himself not to chuckle. While it felt like an ambush, they clearly hadn’t been eavesdropping. And Kingsley was incredibly presumptuous.

Deciding to be polite, he shook the man’s hand as he replied, “That’s nice, but I’m afraid I won’t be joining the program.” The auror pair sent confused looks toward their boss behind Harry, before he added, “Though Ronald Weasley intends to join your ranks after he returns from Australia if that’s any consolation.”

“A small one.” Kingsley rumbled out from behind before he suggested, “Perhaps, you should take the tour regardless Harry. It might change your mind.”

“I’ll have to pass, but thank you, gentlemen.” He addressed the two aurors. With that he stepped between them.

“Harry, this meeting isn’t over. Your answer alone isn’t good enough.”. Unable to hide his irritation any longer, Kingsley barked “As your minister, I command you to sit back down.”

Hand slipping from the doorknob, Harry sighed as he turned to look back at the man. Despite everything, Harry could sympathize with Kingsley. The ministry was in shambles. They needed to root out corruption in every department, all while trying to reassure the public. But Harry failed to see where he was obligated to be part of those efforts.

“Sorry, Kingsley, that’s not going to happen. I did the only thing that I needed to do when I killed Tom.”

“You’re not leaving until we can come to an understanding, Harry.” Catching the hint, the two aurors shared an uncomfortable look before moving to stand between him and his way out.

Shaking his head, he scolded the minister, “I never thought you’d stoop so low, Kingsley. Thankfully, all of you’ve done is show me that I made the right decision.”

“Difficult actions must be taken in uncertain times, Harry. This can be as difficult or as painless as you’re willing to make it.” For the first time in their meeting, it seemed that the minister thought he was on the front foot. Unfortunately for him, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Harry took just one step forward… and vanished. There was no ‘pop’ of apparition, no flash of light, nothing. He simply disappeared from the office as though he’d never been there to begin with.

Kingsley stared at the spot for a long while before he said far more calmly, “How in Merlin’s name did he manage that?” Even if he was angry, he couldn’t help but be impressed.

Not far away in London, at Grimmauld Place, Harry arrived in the kitchen just as quiet. Hermione and Ron waited for him, his bushy-haired friend predictably reading while the redhead stared at the tea sitting in front of him.

When they noticed his arrival, Hermione closed her book as Ron asked the pressing question, “How did it go?” Neither of them was surprised by the means of his arrival. His two closest friends were the only people he told about the Hallows. And while he hadn’t provided the more intimate details, they understood that his new status came with some changes.

“Worse than I expected. I think I just made myself the enemy of a third Minister for Magic in almost as many years. I wager that’s a record.”

“Oh Harry…” Hermione didn’t really scold him, she sounded more resigned than anything, “What are you going to do?”

“Same thing I was planning before the meeting… travel.” He’d given it a good deal of thought since defeating the snake-faced bastard, and it was the one thing he kept coming back to. In his entire life, Harry never left Britian, and he wanted to change that. Death, even one as brief and pleasant as mine has a way of spurring you to action.

“Are you not worried that the ministry will try to stop you… or follow you?” Ron asked.

Harry snorted out a laugh, “They wouldn’t be able to manage it even if they tried. But no, Kingsley might fume about it for a while, but I don’t think he wants the public relations nightmare that would happen if I told the public that story.”

“So where are you going to go first then?” He could see that Hermione already had a dozen suggestions, but he already had an answer.

“You two are set to head off to Australia next week, that should be a good place to start.” He could see the strain in Ron’s smile at the news. Knowing that he intended to take the opportunity to cement his relationship with Hermione, Harry assuaged any fears by adding, “Figure we can spend a day or two together and then all get on our merry way.”

Ron’s smile turned grateful, “Sounds good, mate.”

Hermione started rattling through her plans for the trip as the boys just listened absently. They both knew that she’d have nearly every minute from the moment they arrived planned meticulously.

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Death entered the room to the low sounds of a loom at work. It was an endless weave, the same one that began when the very first life took root in the cosmos. Uncountable strands, some just beginning, others nearly at their end, made up its ever-growing enormity.

Destiny, the eternal overseer of the tapestry sat amongst her life’s purpose, her life’s work, ever vigilant. Her hair was a deep bronze flecked with strands of gold that hung to the small of her back, as inhuman as Death’s own but entirely different. Her eyes gleamed with silver starlight as they darted along each strand of the weave. Her slender waist and gentle curves could just be seen beneath her simple, green dress and were made just a bit more obvious by the golden cord cinched around her waist.

“Hard at work as always.” Death commented to finally get her attention.

Destiny hopped out of her chair at the sound of her voice, a wide grin on her face, “Death, my oldest friend, it’s been too long since your last visit. Has it been a decade now? Longer?” Only Time was truly Death’s equal in age, and they rarely crossed paths. Destiny was younger and given the obvious ways in which their realms connected, Death kept a closer relationship with her.

“Nearly twenty years…” Death mumbled as she was pulled into a hug, “I’ve been busy.”

“Twenty years is nothing more than a blink of an eye, but still far too long.” Destiny took her by the arm and guided her toward a seat, “And how is the business of reaping?”

“Constantly lucrative, just as it will be until the very end of creation.”

Destiny giggled, “I suppose that’s true.”

“But I’ve had some good fortune just recently.”

“Oh, do tell.” She bounced in her seat in anticipation. Despite being one of the oldest things in existence, Destiny always maintained a wide-eyed innocence. It was rather impressive in Death’s opinion.

“I’ve managed to reap the many soul fragments of one Tom Riddle.” Even now, months later, it gave her no small amount of satisfaction knowing that the monster failed in his quest to avoid her. That it came with the added benefit of Harry uniting my Hallows only makes it all the sweeter.

Of course, Destiny wore a knowing smile. She almost always did, but then when you knew the twists and turns that life would take, it was difficult to avoid, “I’m glad to hear it. I know the monster caused you no small amount of frustration.”

“You could’ve alleviated that frustration many years ago if you simply told me what I wanted to know.” On her last visit, they had a rather long and unproductive conversation about the path Tom Riddle’s life would take. Even if she couldn’t directly intervene and destroy the horcruxes, it would’ve been nice to know when, exactly, she would get the satisfaction of reaping him.

Destiny smirked, amused by the reminder of their old argument, “And just as I told you all those years ago, it isn’t my place to reveal the intricacies of the weave and the mortals that make up its threads.”

“There was a rather curious event that took place, just before his final, conclusive death though. Something I know that even you wouldn’t know.” While Destiny weaved the strands of mortals, a fellow primordial force, such as Death, had a permanent strand that was in the tapestry and would go untouched and unread by even the mistress of the house.

It meant that, unlike the rest of existence, Death could surprise her old friend. Raising one thin eyebrow in question, she asked, curious, “Really? Do tell then! No reason to keep here with bated breath.”

“Harry Potter unified my three Hallows.” She felt genuine satisfaction as she watched Destiny’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Really? I knew that he’d survive his ordeal, obviously. The nasty little leach on his soul would’ve kept him alive regardless of the Hallows, but to know there’s finally a Master of Death…” She stopped and contemplated something, “His strand has always been touched by yours, but I never would’ve guessed just how closely they’d be connected. You know it made it quite difficult to see little bits of his life. I suppose that explains its considerable length, even for a wizard.”

Death, probably for the first time in her eons long friendship with Destiny, giggled. There was nothing inherently suggestive about what was said, but she couldn’t help but think. That’s not the only thing of considerable length.

Looking at her as though she grew a second head, Destiny sounded utterly flabbergasted, “Did you just… giggle?”

“Of course not,” her denial sounded flat even to her own ears, “the very suggestion is preposterous.”

“You did! You giggled!”

“I didn’t!”

“You did!”

The entire situation felt preposterous. They were two of the oldest things in creation, and yet there they were, bickering like children over a giggle. Throwing up her hands, and unwilling to go on with the foolishness, Death conceded, “Fine, yes, I giggled!”

“I never thought I’d see the day.” Destiny snickered, “I suppose I have your new master to thank for this change in disposition.” She suddenly reached out and poked her in the cheek, “Why I believe I see a blush starting to come on.”

“You’re certainly not wrong, about the change not the blush” Death admitted quietly, before a wicked idea entered her head. “Being fucked into a satisfied puddle of your own cum, repeatedly, has a way of giving you a brighter disposition. And the prospect that it can happen again, any time he pleases, only makes it that much better.”

Now it was Destiny that was blushing as she tried to subtly rub her thighs together, “That’s um… very interesting. Very unlike you as well, Death. I’m surprised that you decided to embrace something so… carnal.”

“When I first met him as a child, I certainly didn’t foresee this outcome. But as I saw him grow into the man he’s become, and then when he united my Hallows… I simply couldn’t resist.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Unable to help her own curiosity of the lewd description, she asked, “So… it was really that good?”

“Incredible… you could even say life-altering.”

“What no… no details?” She tried to sound nonchalant but couldn’t hide her eagerness.

Death grinned, “You want to hear how he ravaged me and filled me over and over again.” One nail scratched along Destiny’s arm, and she felt her shiver, “Every sordid detail of how he pulled peak after peak from my body.”

Her blush reached all the way down to the top of her chest as she struggled to find the words, “I…I… wouldn’t be opposed.”

“No,” Death laughed and without trying there was an inhuman echo to it, “no, I’m sure you’re not. But I have a far better idea.”

Nervous, Destiny asked, “What?”

When she arrived to speak with Destiny, the thoughts currently going through her mind hadn’t even been an inkling. But now, there was no avoiding them, “Your touch on Harry’s life left an indelible mark on him. There’s a great deal of it I doubt he’d thank you for. I think it’s only right that you make some apology for the worst of it… and I know just the way you should do it.”

She took a few seconds to consider before replying, “Alright… what’s your plan?”

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The sun hung high and hot above the secluded sand beach. It was called Bramston Beach, in Queensland. Alone, Harry enjoyed a quiet moment of true relaxation for the first time in what felt like years. At least the first moment of relaxation where I wasn’t dead.

He spent two days with Ron and Hermione before they went off to meet with her parents. But since then, he’d been on his own just enjoying his first time abroad, meeting new people and seeing new things.

Much of that time had been spent on his own, but there were a few exceptions. As a shadow, one that felt just a touch colder than was natural, fell over him, he knew that this was another of those exceptions. It was only when he heard her soft, ethereal voice that he opened his eyes, “Hello, master.”

Her dress was light and airy, blowing around her feet in the light breeze. He knew from experience that there was nothing on beneath it, “Death, I wasn’t expecting you.” He could call on her at anytime if he chose, but that wasn’t why she was there.

“No, you wouldn’t be.” She sat down in his lap, taking his jaw in her hands, “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” He chuckled. For most people, a surprise from the incarnation of death would cause terror, but his circumstances were far different than most, “Really? Where is it then? Or is this the sort of surprise where you tell me I need to chase down a necromancer that’s vexing you.”

She shook her head, dark hair falling about her shoulder, “No, nothing like that, but I’m afraid I don’t have it with me either.” She pushed herself out of his lap, but not before giving a little wiggle, “You’ll have to come with me.” She offered her hand.

Getting up, as soon as he took her hand, they appeared somewhere completely different. Maybe it was his newly developed affinity thanks to the Hallows, but he could feel the magic in the place, different but no less potent. All around him looms worked tirelessly producing new pieces of a great tapestry.

He only had a few seconds to take it all in before Death pulled him toward a nearby door. Before opening it, she looked back at him and waved her hand. A shroud of inescapable darkness occluded his vision and deafened all noise but her voice, “Just trust me… it’ll only last a second.”

Taking him by the hand again, she guided him in. As he stood there, more curious by the moment, the darkness lifted from his eyes he found himself looking at a bed. It wasn’t an empty bed either.

The woman lying there was naked save for a golden cord that covered her mouth and was tied in a large bow behind her head. She lounged back on her elbows, long legs crossed as she watched him with keen interest. Her eyes were oddly reminiscent of Death’s. They held that same inhuman silver light.  Every inch of her skin, olive as though lightly kissed by the sun, was without blemish. Her breasts jiggled as she gave him a little wave, two tear-drop globes just smaller than a handful.

She uncrossed her legs, and he got the briefest glimpse of her tiny slit already wet with arousal. He could feel himself reacting, but he couldn’t help but question the situation, “Who is she?”

Turning to his right, he found that his new, faithful servant stood there beautifully bare as well. Pressing herself against his side, she kissed along his neck up to his ear, “She’s a very old friend of mine, master. One who touched your life almost as meaningfully as me. This… is Destiny.”

“Destiny…” he gazed at the woman in the bed in a new light. He couldn’t guess on the intricacies of who and what she was, but he knew that destiny, fate, or prophecy had a massive effect on the outcomes of his life.

“Yes, and I thought it only right that she apologizes for some of the struggles you faced in life. And this,” she gestured to the nude eternal being on the bed, “seemed like it would be the most fun.”

Harry couldn’t fault her logic. Smacking his hand down on her pert bum, he leaned down to capture her lips. He spoke softly so that only she could here, “You are such a wonderful servant, dear.”

“Thank you, Master.” She seemed genuinely giddy at the complement.

“Now, go and get her ready for me.” His command caught her off guard for only a second before she glided over to the bed. Draping her upper body across the bed, it left her standing at the side with her lovely bum pointed in his direction.

Destiny made a muffled noise through the improvised gag, but it died in her throat as Death opened her legs and dove, tongue first into her waiting slit. Her eyes fluttered shut as her hand found jet black locks.

The sight of the two eternal beauties had him hard and throbbing with desire. His swimming trunks, the only thing he’d had on for a day at the beach, found their way to the ground. His cock smacked against his inner thigh with each step as he took up position behind Death.

Resting his length against her bum, she wiggled her hips in invitation as Destiny’s moans became more pronounced. The prospect of being filled had his eager servant working that much harder on the task at hand.

A wet squelch accompanied his intrusion into her snug tunnel. He could see her fingers digging into the soft skin of Destiny’s thighs as each inch stretched her out until he felt her perky cheeks against his crotch. Holding himself there for a few wonderful seconds, he dragged his cock out until just the tip remained hugged by her plump lips before thrusting forward. Her booty jiggled as their skin clapped together.

Death squealed into the succulent little pussy on her lips. He moved at a relaxed almost graceful pace, more than enough to have her juices dripping down her thighs in excitement, but not enough to distract her from the task at hand… or tongue in this case. All while Destiny scraped her hand through Death’s dark hair and stared at him with utter fascination.

It was only when he heard Destiny scream around the cord in her mouth that he finally pulled free of Death’s clutching heat with a lewd little pop. Her legs shuddered as he took hold of her hair and pulled her up. With a whine, she pointed out to him, “Master… this wasn’t about me.”

“No,” he kissed her fiercely as he took hold of one of her pale nipples and twisted, “but you deserved that and more for setting this whole thing up.” He didn’t even have it in him to admonish her for questioning him, “Now be a good little servant and help me ravage her.”

Licking her lips of the sweet pussy juices that still stained them, she eagerly accepted. He could feel Destiny’s gaze on him. Her glowing eyes fixated on one particular part of his anatomy. It was the first time that she had a proper look at his manhood, and from the hunger he saw there, she was eager to try it for herself.

As Death took up a spot behind her old friend, she reached for either of her ankles and pulled them up and out wide. It left her plump, drippy slit winking at him. As an extra invitation, Destiny spread her own juicy lips to reveal the bright pink within.

Still covered in Death’s girlcum, he smacked his dome down against her clit. Her body spasmed, but with truly inhuman strength, Death held her legs apart and forced her not to move. Taking himself in hand, he nestled his fat tip between her snug lips. As he stretched her open and jammed every inch of his massive length into her slender body, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her fingers scratched against his abs

Taking hold of her chin, he forced her to look at him. When she opened her eyes, he rumbled out, “You can’t imagine the amount of trouble destiny caused me over the years… or maybe you can. Either way, I’m going to take every bit of frustration it’s ever caused me out right now… on you.”

He didn’t know what to expect from that declaration. Would he see fear? Possibly. But it clearly didn’t deter her as she reached around him to dig her nails into his bum and spur him into action. His first thrust made her entire delicious body jiggle in the most amazing way… as did the next one… and the one after that. Enamored with the sight, Death leaned over her friend to pull him into a kiss.

“That’s it, master. Use her. It’s what she needs… and what she deserves.” Her fervency bordered on manic, but he couldn’t deny her either.

It seemed that Destiny was rather fond of being used hard and treated rough. A frothy ring of white cream formed around the base of his cock that quickly came to cover every inch of his length as he pounded incessantly into her warmth.

He unleashed years of frustration: losing his parents, growing up with the Dursleys, every near-death experience, Tom, Snape, Umbridge, all the slander and whispers and stares. He lost sense of himself as his muscles started to burn with the effort. Every thrust left her squealing against her gag.

“My destiny was nothing more than a pain in my arse.” Each word was punctuated by another thrust. And that simple sentiment led him to an idea, “Only seems right that I repay the favor while I have the chance.”

Pulling free of her abused hole, her pussy was bright, swollen red while covered in her own juices. She’d cum so hard and so often that some of her cunt cream dripped down to cover her tiny butthole. He doubted that eternal entities like Death and Destiny needed to eat, even if they could, and so he could only wonder why it was there, but all he knew was it was a perfectly inviting target.

He had to take hold of his shaft as he slipped against her tight sphincter. Thumb digging into her perky cheek he forced himself against her. There was an audible pop as his fat dome finally slipped inside. It was a constrictive sort of tightness, like a vice rather than the velvet glove of her pussy, but it felt pleasant all the same.

A keening wail came from low in her throat as he forced his cock up her ass. He knew that he wouldn’t last long, the sheer sordidness was enough to make his balls ache. Sawing in and out of her miniature butthole, sweat dripped from his brow as he held out as long as possible. Then her pussy squirted, covering his lower abs in her juices and there was no holding back.

The first salvo of his climax filled her flexing arse. As he pulled himself free, the next sizable offering didn’t go to Destiny. Instead, he pinched himself beneath the head to stop the flow and offered his crown to his loyal servant. Finally releasing her friend’s legs, Death latched on like it was the source of the sweetest nectar. Running his hand through her hair, he commanded, “Don’t swallow, not even one drop. It’s not just for you.”

Some of his prodigious load slipped from the corner of her mouth, but none of it found its way to her throat. As the last pulses, little more than beads, covered her lips, he reached for the cord in Destiny’s mouth. A bit of magic and it came free without finding the knot. In a state of utter bliss, she wore a dopey grin as he directed his servant, “Share it with her.”

Without hesitation, Death captured her lips with her own, forcing her cum-covered tongue into her mouth. They savored the taste together as Harry watched. When every last drop of his seed was where it belonged, Destiny spoke for the first time, her voice filled with wonderment, “Your description… didn’t do him justice. You lucky bitch!”

Death only laughed.