HP: The Magical Gamer

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Harry internally cheered, finally seeing a path to have her in his bed. She shot him a wry look, guessing correctly what he was thinking about. Horny teenagers, easiest to predict.

"Follow me. We will continue from where we left off. Today, I will teach you absolute control. Otherwise, the fire element will eat you alive." She ordered, leaving for their training room.

Was he imagining it or was there really a sensual sway to her hips?

He grinned, leering down at her arse as they walked away, his gaze never leaving the alluring movements of her butt. He really wanted to step forward and grab her plump cheek but his promise made him restrain himself.

He wouldn't touch her without her permission like he was doing until now. He wasn't going to ruin her good mood. She finally had opened up and he was not going to make a mistake due to his lust.

The next hour was spent controlling the flames. She even told him that once he mastered the element, he could summon it silently. She informed him how it was necessary to shape his flames into a form to have more control. Following her example of the wyrm, Harry chose the fire's form to be a dragon.

It didn't take more than a couple of tries to control it. But she still made him summon and dispel them for an entire hour.

"Good. We will continue again tomorrow. You can teleport home now." She smiled at him as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Harry bit his lip, deciding to bring up the topic he wanted to talk about. If he was really evil and didn't care about his aunt, he might have blackmailed her with the information. 

Apart from her, only he knew that Tim Greengrass was a traitor. Only he was aware that it wasn't the Death Eaters who had ruined him, but her.

He still didn't know what she had done to him.

He wouldn't lie and say that he wasn't tempted. He reallywas. He could push her down on her knees and choke her on his dick. He could even order her to get on her knees and elbows and fuck her doggy style. 

And she would do it. He knew that she would do it. She would cry, she would beg but she would part her legs and take him in.

This truth could destroy her family. It could change the way her daughters looked up to her and their father.

Harry had the power to do all of this. But he wouldn't. Some things were too precious to be destroyed for bodily pleasure. Proserpina Greengrass was his family. Daphne and Astoria too were his family. He wasn't cruel enough to wreck everything just to get his dark pleasure.

It was just an intrusive thought that had stayed in his mind, calling to his base urges.

He wasn't a monster. He wouldn't ever force himself on anyone. Or at least he hoped so. After all, what was the difference between Chaos and Order if both left pain and misery behind them?

"Aunty." He called softly.

She looked at him, offering her attention.

"Yes, Harry?"

"I'd like to share one more secret. Recently, I got this ability with which I can heal everything. I can even heal a person who is at death's door. I am offering to cure Uncle Tim." Harry announced. 

Although he could be direct and tell her that he had a dream about what really happened, he opted to go this way. It would make her talk to him. And that's what he wanted. It must be so painful and frustrating to keep that secret. 

To see everyone laud her husband as a hero while she knew how false it was.

She stared at him for a minute before shaking her head. "No, Harry. I'd rather not risk it. I don't want you to kill him by accident."

Harry grimaced at her lie. "Don't worry. There is no risk. Come on, aunty. Have some faith. Don't you believe in me? I even showed you my other secret. Haven't you already said that I'm special?"

She rubbed her face and glowered at him. He thought she would lie again. But she didn't.

"Harry. I don't want you to heal him. I don't want him to heal. If I wanted to, I would have already lifted my spell."

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"Harry. I don't want you to heal him. I don't want him to heal. If I wanted him to, I would have already lifted my spell."

A moment of silence ensued after that utterance. It was a bit strange hearing her anger bleeding through her voice. In the last few days, Harry had gleefully tried her patience, annoying her and proudly breaking her stoic persona, but even then he hadn't managed to wrench out such vitriol from the woman.

He hid his satisfaction at getting the truth out of her and acted clueless, asking dubiously, "What do you mean?"

She stared at him with narrowed blue eyes, before heaving a sigh. "Follow me."

Saying that she stepped out of the training room.

Harry walked behind her as they hurried out of the bedroom.

She swept into the room next to hers.

The first thing Harry saw after ambling into that room, was a large canopied bed against the opposite wall. Like any room of the Greengrass manor, the walls were coloured pristine white, even the ceiling.

They both stopped at the bed on which a man was resting. Harry recognised the face easily, having just seen it last night in his dream. But where in the dream, Tim Greengrass had been hale and healthy, here he looked like an ancient mummy.

His dark blonde hair had turned grey, fringing around his wrinkled forehead like dirty unwanted weeds. His face was unsightly, with the way his wrinkled paper-thin skin clung to the skull. 

He had lost most of his weight and muscles and now looked like an ancient being a breath away from death.

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