Growth Spurt

"Feels strange being back here," Angelina said. "Haven't seen these shops since I graduated."

The attractive Nubian witch was walking just ahead of Harry, Tonks beside her. Where Tonks wore red auror robes, Angelina had suited up in the traditional garb of hitwizards, with enchanted leather over her chest and on her arms that would stop weak spells and slow down stronger ones. 

Alicia had been onto something when she recommended their old Quidditch teammate as a new hire. Although Angelina wasn't as well trained as Tonks, who was already an auror, she still carried herself with confidence. Harry wanted to know how much she had improved since the days of the DA. They should have a practice duel some time.

At the moment, it would have to wait, however. They were on a mission.

"Harry, are you SURE you can swing this?" Tonks asked Harry, keeping her voice down as they approached Hogsmeade's dingiest pub. "I mean, it's not that I doubt you. It's that I doubt ANYBODY could pull this off."

"Nobody else maybe," Harry said, "but I have backup if I need it."

Tonks looked alarmed.

"I'm not getting in Aberforth Dumbledore's way for you!" she squawked. "I mean, even if I tried, I would just get rolled. The only person he's weak compared to is his brother!"

"You aren't willing to die for me?" Harry asked, sounding heartbroken and giving her puppy dog eyes.

Tonks squawked. "What are you planning to do in there!?"

Harry laughed, showing that he had been joking.

"Relax," Harry said. "You aren't the backup I was talking about. I'll give it an honest try, but if Aberforth refuses… Then I've got someone whose specialty is dishonest tries. He doesn't stand a chance."

Harry entered the Hog's Head Inn and Bar. It was just as dirty and smelly as he remembered it being, not helped by the fact that most of the patrons looked like they'd never seen any kind of sanitation charm in their lives. Harry walked past hairy and swarthy patrons, taking a seat on a stool at the bar. The old man behind it was cleaning glasses by hand.

"You can use magic for that," Harry said mildly. "You ARE a wizard."

The old man didn't look up. "He goes and marries the minister, then comes back talking like a smart aleck. I knew this was going to happen the minute I heard about it. No one to keep your ego in check."

"It's terrible," Harry said gravely. "My head's gotten so big that I can't get out of bed in the morning. I have to get three different girls to pull just to get it off the pillow."

Aberforth snorted, then spat to show his disgust. His spit landed straight on the surface of the cup he was cleaning, and he used the rag to wipe it away with the rest of the grime.

"Remind me never to drink here," Harry said.

"I can do you one better," Aberforth said. "Walk out that door right now. Nobody's stopping you."

"I'm hurt," Harry said. "I thought we had a good relationship. Was I the only one who enjoyed our late night meetings?"

"Don't," Aberforth said in a pained voice, "phrase it that way. The headlines will be the end of me."

"If the news about you and your goat didn't ruin your reputation, I think it'll survive this," Harry said. "Besides, don't worry so much. I've got the Prophet under my thumb at this point."

Aberforth stopped his cleaning. Harry thought Aberforth didn't believe him, because the man just stared at him for a very long time. Eventually, Aberforth said: "You could become very dangerous."

"I'm trying to," Harry said.

"And that's why I hate wizards like you," Aberforth said. "You focus so much on power, grabbing at it with your grubby little hands, while everything catches on fire around you. Everyone just keeps dying and suffering, but the strongest ones go on living. Makes me sick."

Harry didn't take offense, because he knew Aberforth was only half talking about him at best. He truly believed that the old man had a soft spot for him. It was just, in moments like this, Harry reminded him too much of his brother Albus for Aberforth to keep his head clear.

Still, that didn't mean that he didn't have an answer for the man.

"Aberforth, I'd like to be playing quidditch," Harry said.

Aberforth looked confused. "What?"

"I want to be catching golden snitches," Harry said. "I want to fly on my broom. I want to go to classes, and get grades, and chase a career. I want to hang out with my friends. I want to date… and do less formal things. I'm eighteen, and I'd love nothing more than to live like it. But look around."

Harry flexed a little bit of his magical might, silencing the area around them without a hand on his wand. He might have lacked knowledge and technique, but power was something that he'd been blessed with in spades, and it allowed him to pull tricks like this. Aberforth briefly raised one eyebrow as he observed the change.

"Last week, the head of the department of magical law enforcement hit me with an Unforgivable," Harry said. "I threw off his Imperius Curse and took him down. We're certain now that he'd been placed under the Imperius by someone else. Before attacking me, he put another senior auror under Imperius and used her in the plot."

"Merlin, kid," Aberforth mumbled.

Harry smiled sardonically. "It's a lot, right? The whole plot fell apart because I'm resistant to the Imperius. But imagine if he hit me with another Unforgivable? I would've been tortured helplessly…. or fallen over dead. If the auror he controlled had been sent out on a mission, she could have been forced to help death eaters commit crimes, or killed innocents herself. I joined the ministry because I believed it gave me the best chance in the war. They promised to protect me. It has now become obvious that they can't manage that."

Aberforth's face was unreadable, but he clearly couldn't disagree.

Harry placed his hands on the bar. "My only chance is by protecting myself. I HAVE to get stronger. That's not the choice that I made though. The only thing I've decided on is that I don't want to die, and that I don't want those I care about to die. Power is the means to that end. So please, don't lump me in with someone chasing power just to have it."

"Sorry, kid," Aberforth said. His voice was genuine, but Harry realized that he was apologizing for two things: his words earlier, and the fact that he was turning him down now.

"I can't do it," Aberforth said. "I'm content with this life. I didn't run to the ministry when I was younger, and I won't join up now."

"Even if you're not joining the ministry in general, but joining me?" Harry asked. "The people I recruit are going to be their own independent group."

Aberforth looked away.

That's disappointing, Harry thought. But he was far from giving up. It was time to initiate the backup plan.

"It's pretty late," Harry said. He'd come in the evening for a reason, and it wasn't just that he was busy. "Traveling at night isn't safe these days. Lend me a room."

Aberforth still wouldn't speak, but he silently summoned a key and banished it at Harry, who caught it and gave him a nod. Harry collected his two guards and went upstairs. The room number was on the key, so Harry knew which he was going for, but the door was already open by the time he got to it. Someone was standing in front of it.

"I knew he'd give you this room," Tracey Davis said with a smirk. "It's the nicest one in the hotel. He was always going to turn down your first attempt… But he'd definitely feel guilty about it, too."

"Hogwarts students aren't supposed to be out and about," Harry said. "I should really report you."

Tracey stepped forward, putting her arms around his neck and purring at him like a cat.

"It's fine," she said. "My head of house never really paid attention to me, and I'm not really a student anymore, am I? The strangest letter arrived at breakfast this morning, inviting me to take up a post at the ministry and leave Hogwarts right away."

"And what was your answer?" Harry asked.

"I had my things packed before lunch," Tracey whispered, leaning in and kissing them. 

As she did, Harry groped her ass through her robes. He missed those big soft cheeks, he realized with a satisfied sigh. He squeezed Tracey, holding her tight, then lifted her off her feet and walked into the room.

Tonks started to walk in after them, but Angelina grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing?" Angelina said. "Can't you tell what they're about to do?"

"Fuck, obviously," Tonks said. "And I'm going to watch."

"Stay here and guard the door with me," Angelina insisted.

Harry heard the door shut behind him, followed by Tonks whining. It was pretty amusing. Angelina hadn't caught on yet to all the things he got up to with the girls around him, but she would soon. For now, he didn't mind having Tracey to himself. It was time for a reunion.

He could vaguely see in his peripherals that Tracey had been correct. This room had nicer art on the walls, was cleaner, and had a bigger bed than the room where she slurped his cock back on their first proper meeting. Aberforth really had given him the best room in the house. Right now, however, Tracey had Harry's full attention.

He carried her to the bed and set her down, pulling off his robes. Tracey was still dressed like a Slytherin student. When Harry stripped, he started to guide her head to his dick, but Tracey stopped him.

"As much as I would LOVE to have you stuffed down my throat, we can't have my mouth blocked this time," she said.

"Why?" Harry asked.

Tracey giggled. She unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it open, and pushed down her skirt as she answered. "I didn't jump on you this fast just because I missed you. You need Aberforth Dumbledore on your side. It's not as impossible as it might seem. He's tempted—super tempted—but he needs the right push. Together, we're going to give him that push… by making him no longer feel comfortable inside this inn of his."

"And how are we going to do that?" Harry asked.

Traceys' dark body was mostly exposed now. She'd removed the shirt and pants she had on under her robes, and even gotten rid of her bra and panties. Harry could see her light brown body, with her pert boobs and thick thighs. The only things she kept on were her outer layer of Slytherin robes and green stockings that went up to her upper thighs. Tracey spread her legs on the edge of the bed, showing him the lips between her legs, and smirked up at him. 

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to hear your granddaughter screaming her lungs out, not in pain but in pleasure, as a man violates her in the best possible way? I'm not his granddaughter by blood… but Aberforth is about to find out."

"He's going to kill me," Harry said as realization sunk in.

Tracey laughed. "He can't! To do that, he'd have to come in here. Then he'd have to watch like Tonks wanted to. Even if it's just for a few seconds, that's even worse."

Tracey's methods were always devious, and sometimes morally questionable. But Harry had never seen them fail before. He dropped onto his knees, and Tracey put her thighs on either side of his head, squeezing them down on his ears. Harry leaned in, readying to press his mouth onto her cunt, but he paused first to ask a question.

"Why are you and Aberforth so close?" he asked.

Tracey looked amused. "Are you sure this is the best situation for that kind of conversation?"

Harry shrugged, his shoulders lifting and lowering Tracey's thighs along with them. "I'm a simple man. I like a good conversation to go with my meal."

He kissed Tracey's pussy and shoved his tongue in, making her shudder to go with the laugh she let out.

"Alright," she said, her speech slightly halting because of the pleasure she was feeling. "I can—Ooh that's the spot—explain it quickly."

Harry pushed forward, lapping at her clit while looking up into her eyes. Tracey's legs tightened around his head, letting him know each time he did something well. Eventually, she took a deep breath and spoke casually.

"It's not complicated, really," she said. "I don't want to disappoint you, but it's true. Aberforth's life has always been centered around the loss of his beloved sister. I think you already know that, from him and his brother telling you parts. Aberforth really had to take care of her, and she was extremely important to him. Neither he or the Headmaster married, so they have no other family."

Tracey had to take a break as she moaned. She moaned louder than was necessary, too. This room was directly above the bar room, meaning that any noises made here would pass straight through the floor. She raised her voice girlishly, which Harry knew was an act. Her real moans, while she was cumming her brains out, were always a lower and more sensual kind.

"He wanted someone to pamper, deep down," Tracey said. "He always dreamed of being a grandpa, I think. Being a parent is hard. Being a grandfather is all the best parts of being a parent, without the hard kind. He could never settle down with a family. A grandchild, though? That he could handle.

Harry pushed forward, and Tracey fell back with her back on the bed. He lifted her crotch, actually beginning to eat her out from above. Spit and arousa dripped away from her pussy, running down Tracey's stomach and cresting her breaths. Tracey groped herself as this happened, pinching her nipple and shuddering. She came inside of Harry's mouth, screeched like a girly banshee, then dove right back into her story.

"As for me, my parents were my only family," Tracey said. "The Davis family tossed my dad out the minute he married someone of bad blood and spat out a half-blood slut. Their words, not mine."

She squeezed her hands into fists, one still on her breast while the other balled up the sheets of the bed. She was really getting into it, acting apart, because Harry could feel her grinding her quim against his face. He dug his tongue in deeper.

"I've… always loved money," Tracey admitted, panting deeply now. "Needed it… more like. Money is power. Power makes people afraid. And people who are afraid… can't hurt you. I used to sell banned items to upper years. I'd sneak them into the castle by shrinking them, swallowing them, then charming myself to vomit them back up once I was past Filch. A few cleaning charms… no one knew the difference. That got rid of my gag reflex, which came in handy when I met you."

Tracey laughed. She stopped talking for the next 30 seconds, using them to moan like crazy, before she picked it up again.

"That worked well, but I wanted more. I figured out how to rig gambling games. Rosmerta doesn't let anybody play dice, but the Hog's Head has different rules. I made a killing, too." She frowned, even as her eyes were hooded with pleasure. "Until I scammed a vampire who was ready to make me into a thrall. Crazy bastard would've done it, too, if Aberforth didn't tear him apart. Old man made me swear off of that stuff for the rest of time. I agreed. I kept coming back, though, and he wouldn't chase me off. I guess… we both found something we wanted."

Tracey smiled softly, and Harry was caught as he noticed how pretty she looked making such an expression. It only lasted a couple of seconds, though. She reached up, grabbing his hair and grinding his face down against her cunt.

"Storytime is over," Tracey said. "That's the end. Now, it's time to do your part. Make me scream for real."

Harry's tongue started to vibrate. He pressed it on her clit and didn't even have to move to drive Tracey crazy.

"Parselmouth… cheater…!" Tracey groaned.

Her whole body shook in strange ways, and her face pulled expressions certainly looked like those of a 'half-blood slut'. Tracey pounded her hands on the mattress beside her as she felt so good that she had to thrash. Her vocal chords convulsed, moaning just as loud as she had been earlier without having to act at all. She came six times in a row in minutes, Harry turning her into a quivering mess. Harry could hear other moans outside the door, as well as the wood rattling on its hinges. Tonks and Angelina had become too aroused and started enjoying themselves. Possibly with each other.

When Harry let go of Tracey, her crotch was a sloppy wreck. One of her eyes was closed while the other was open, and she was breathing like she just sprinted a marathon. Harry was as hard as a rock looking at her.

"That was a good start," Harry said. "This plan of yours might really work. But we've got to keep it up for a long time to wear him down. I'm thinking… two hours?"

Tracey shook with anticipation.

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