HP: The Magical Gamer

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I went and stood beside her, wanting nothing more than to help her at the moment. But this was past, it had already taken place. I was powerless here.

Aunt Proserpina didn't get much time to recuperate, the Death Eaters vanishing the chunks of the stone barrier and trying to clear the dust fog that had enveloped the room from the earlier explosion.

Still, these few seconds were enough for her to master her emotions.

The eight Death Eaters parted the dust and stepped towards her. They were only more assured of their victory as their predatory gazes fell on her.

She stood on shaky legs, her long blonde hair coming out undone from the elegant braid. With her half-torn robes and blood running down from the corner of her mouth, she wasn't the image of an intimidating opponent.

She looked more like a cornered animal.

But her eyes, her glowing blue eyes shone with determination. All the doubts had disappeared from her mind. There was no more hesitation. She was finally calm and ready.

Though the Death Eaters didn't see that, they were deceived by her external appearance, leering at her, mocking her. They thought her frail and weak.

" Agni!" She screamed abruptly, her voice laced with many emotions. Pain and desperation among them, but the emotion that stood out the most was hatred. 

A deep hatred entrenched in anger for these animals who saw nothing wrong with killing and plundering, who justified genocide and rape.

A giant red wyrm roared out of her wand, engulfing all the Death Eaters in a single bite.

They tried to shield themselves but the hunger of these flames wouldn't be stopped by puny magical barriers. They all died, quickly, screaming in pain as their bodies burnt to ashes in a matter of seconds.

Aunt Proserpina pressed her lips and vanished the fire with a mighty wave of her free hand. The wyrm guttered out pathetically, letting out a last roar, leaving a half-burnt house behind.

She collapsed on the floor and released an audible relieved sigh, pulling a piece of shrapnel from her side with a wince, allowing the blood to steadily trickle out.

I stood before her, worriedly looking at her injuries.

"Daphne!" She suddenly gasped, jumping to her feet and running up the stairs, unheeding the blood trail following her.

Before I could go after her, the dream shattered, causing me to wake up.

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Harry started awake, gasping as if he had his head underwater for the past hour and had just broken through the surface, greedily breathing in the air as if his life depended on it. The dream about his aunt solidified into a sharp memory while the earlier whimsical vision of him playing with Iris was totally lost to his conscious mind.

Lily, who was being spooned by him, too woke up at the sensation of him puffing over her neck. She rolled over her side to face him, concern welling up in her bleary eyes.

"Harry, you alright?" She asked in a whispery voice, cupping his face, trying to calm him.

"I'm alright. Had a weird dream." He said slowly, deciding not to reveal the facts until he confirmed it with his aunt.

"I see." She mumbled, pulling him close, cradling his head at her bosom.

Harry smiled nostalgically as he closed his eyes briefly to enjoy her motherly gesture, a gesture he had been so used to from his earlier childhood. He remembered those good old days when she cradled him and Iris on either side and told them bedtime stories.

But he wasn't a child anymore. And there were a few things that marred this heartwarming image.

Firstly, they were both naked. Which wasn't a surprise since they had been rutting like animals last night.

And secondly, at some point in their hug, Harry had taken her nipple in his mouth and was sucking on it while his hands had attached themselves to her. 

One was on her other tit, caressing the voluptuous mound and the other had strayed over her body, roaming over her back before shifting downwards. 

His finger crept between her arse cheeks and he gave her bubbly buttock a squeeze.

It felt amazing how his palm pressed into her round flesh and the way heat wafted over the tip of fingers from her buttcrack.

"Harry." She said his name with fond exasperation, combing his hair and tugging at his tangled curls. "You really have a one-track mind."

He looked up from her swollen wet nipple and grinned. "Maybe. But what else did you expect when you squashed your divine boobs on my face?"

"True, I should've known better. I forgot my cute little Harry has turned into a deviant." She smirked as he went back to licking her breast.

"Mum, is there any magic spell to make milk come out of this again?" He questioned her curiously, squeezing her hard pink nub. She flinched, a sharp sting of pleasure rippling through her chest.

"Yes, there is. Do you want to feed like a baby?" She answered with raised eyebrows, the corner of her mouth twitching. This was messed up on so many levels and yet here she was, thinking it adorable and funny.

Harry had been just joking when he asked that, but hearing her response, his loins stirred and a strange heat churned in his core. He gulped down and stared at her with his most earnest look. "Please."

She didn't bother to hide her amused chuckle, rolling over to her other side and getting her wand from the bedside table.

She pointed the wand at her chest and mumbled a spell before turning on her side to face him again. "Try it."

Harry looked at her breasts which somehow looked fuller and rounder. He closed his mouth over her coin-sized areola, swirling his tongue around her nipple, and sucked. 

Nothing happened for a few seconds until it did. His eyes widened at the sweet-tasting liquid. He held her tit in his grip, squeezing it and suckling on it.

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