"Wh-Wh-What do we do?" Rosmerta said. "Death Eaters? You're sure? You're sure that they're really… It's THEM? Oh Merlin. Merlin! Mer— Ah!"
Harry muffled her surprised shout with his hand. He had crossed the room again and dragged her down behind the bar. The sudden movement shocked Rosmerta, hence why she cried out, but Harry didn't have time to care about that. He used a charm from Aberforth's lessons to conjure a mirror in the corner. Staring at the reflection there, Harry watched a cloaked figure boot the door open.
The Death Eater walked into the Three Broomsticks with the total confidence of a hunter. They didn't anticipate anyone being downstairs at this hour, so they immediately went toward the stairs without searching the area around them. The reason quickly became apparent. More Death Eaters arrived, four of them walking behind the first one and two more guarding the door. Harry stared at his mirror with his eyes flickering around.
He tried to think of what Aberforth or Moody would do. This proved hard. Whenever he thought of one thing, he would quickly second guess himself and try to think of another. The Death Eaters got closer to the stairs.
Rosmerta was breathing very hard. She had gone from being so scared that she kept crying out to being too scared to make any kind of noise. Her body was pressed into Harry's as she held onto him. Harry carefully pulled her hands off of his clothes, separating them. Rosmerta looked at him in alarm.
It was her face that reminded Harry what he had to do. She was panicking. The people upstairs would just be waking up and wouldn't be prepared to respond properly. Harry didn't know what the other Aurors were doing, they had a camp outside of town, but Harry's crew was here. It was his responsibility to stop anyone from catching them off guard.
Once he thought about it that way, it all became shockingly simple. He prepared himself to let a spell fly.
The strangest thing happened when Harry popped up above his cover. He stopped being scared.
He'd been fighting for what felt like half of his life. Ever since his first year, things were always coming after him, and he had to rely on luck to get him out of each crisis that came along. Only now could he finally do it.
He could fight back.
Numbers were against him, and Harry wouldn't pretend he could fight six adult wizards evenly while they all ganged up on him. But it reminded him of one of Aberforth's many wisdom nuggets:
How good you are with a wand only matters if you get the chance to cast spells.
"Bombarda!" Harry screamed.
It wasn't necessary to raise his voice, it just felt appropriate to let loose right now. Despite how grave the situation was, he actually smiled a little bit. A red bolt shot from his wand and hit the middle of the floor, right where most of the Death Eaters were standing.
Three were obviously dead. Their bodies were ripped apart enough that you just KNEW. Another two were possibly dead, including one of the Death Eaters guarding the door. When Harry's spell hit the floor the explosion did a lot of damage, but it also sent splinters hurtling out. That's what got one of the guards.
"IT'S HIM—" yelled one of the two Death Eaters who were mostly unscathed.
Useless words like that were a total mistake. He should've used his lips to cast a spell. If he had, then Harry's piercing curse wouldn't have hit him in the head so easily. It was even easier than hitting one of Aberforth's moving targets.
That last Death Eater was one of them by the door. Harry got ready for a duel, but instead this one tried to run away. He almost got out, too, but as he flung the door open Harry summoned it with a bit of fast thinking. The door swung shut again loudly, the impact sending the Death Eater flying back into the room with a broken nose. His wand fell out of his hand.
Harry just stunned this one. Extra killing without a reason made him hesitate after everything he'd just done, which he was sure would settle in more later on when the action stopped. For now, he wanted someone who could be turned in to the Ministry for interrogation.
To not take chances, Harry also picked up the wizard's last wand and broke it. He went to do the same to the others, however he froze.
One of the wizards he thought was dead—because both his feet and one arm had been basically blown off—was still holding onto his wand. His eyes had nothing but hate in them behind the mask. He said: "Avada—"
A spell hit him in the back of the head. It was just a body bind spell, but it was enough to stop his killing curse. Harry let out a breath. That was what Aberforth and Moody warned him about: he was lacking experience. He took the man for a corpse, and that one slip up could have costed him his life.
But it didn't. He looked at the stairs and found Susan with her wand out. Angelina and Neville were behind her, and Tonks was behind them. All of them had obviously left bed recently, yet their faces were completely focused and they were dressed to fight.
"Susan," Harry said.
Susan jumped. She had been staring at the man she paralyzed, and the gruesome scene on the first floor of the hotel. "Yes, Harry?"
"Thank you," Harry told her.
Susan couldn't help smiling despite the situation.
"What's the situation outside?" Angelina asked, pushing her way forward.
"Death Eaters are swarming over the village," Harry said. "It's a complete raid. I'm surprised a bunch of them haven't flooded in after hearing my spells."
"They probably thought it was their own work," Neville said.
It was a true but grim thought. The Death Eaters had entered the Three Broomsticks in order to clear it out. That explosion could've been an innocent person inside a room being blown to bits for all the Death Eaters outside knew.
"What are the rest of the Aurors doing?" Angelina demanded.
"Fighting back, from the sound of it," Tonks said. It was clear some kind of battle was happening outside from all the spells that were audible, although Death Eaters were still moving way more freely than they should have been able to. "Maybe not all that well."
"Should… should we go to help?" Susan asked.
Silence fell for a minute. It was Harry who broke it.
"I'm going," he said. "Tonks and Angelina will come with me. Susan and Neville, the two of you will stay."
"Why?" Susan asked. "I can help! I helped before!"
"It's not about that," Harry said. "Hermione and Lavender are still upstairs. Besides, look around."
They spotted Rosmerta, who was still hiding behind the bar looking absolutely terrified.
"We can't let them take hostages," Harry said.
Susan didn't question it anymore, and actually looked determined when she nodded at him.
Harry walked over to Rosmerta.
"I'm going out there," he said. "You should go upstairs. Get my friends to help you collect everyone who's staying here. Bring them into one room and barricade it as much as you can."
"How can you willingly go out there?" Rosmerta asked.
You could still hear spellfire and screams from outside. Bright lights whizzed past the windows. It looked like smoke was collecting over Hogsmeade.
"I'm not going out there because I want to," Harry said. "Someone has to. The way that things worked out, that someone has to be me."
He took his hand off of her shoulder. However, Rosmerta caught it and squeezed it.
"You saved me," she said. "If you hadn't been here…" She looked at the Death Eaters on the floor. "I won't forget it!"
"Pay me back by taking my advice," Harry told her warmly.
That smile faded as he moved away and crossed the room. His steps squelched in the spilled blood of people HE killed. But he couldn't think about that right now. This was a battle, and a battle was kill or be killed, and he couldn't afford to be killed. That mantra was one both Moody and Aberforth had beaten into his head.
"Let's go!" Harry said.
Tonks and Angelina followed him outside.
"We're going northwest!" was the first thing Harry said, taking a right as they stepped onto the street.
The first thing that became apparent was that everything was jumbled down here. There was no order. Despite being the aggressors who planned and launched this assault, the Death Eaters were all over the place. They were running around doing absolutely whatever they pleased, pillaging houses and dragging the occupants into the street. All of it made Harry's blood boil. Still, he couldn't stop them all at once. There was a benefit to the chaos: the Death Eaters were overconfident and weren't paying attention, failing to immediately spot him and two allies entering the scene.
The fact that such a disorganized attack was working worried Harry greatly. The other Aurors were staying near the edge of town in a camp that they had erected for themselves. He had to get there and see what the rest of the Ministry's forces were doing to allow this to happen.
"Follow me closely," Harry said to Tonks and Angelina. "Don't attract attention. We'll be mobbed."
This wasn't like the graveyard where Voldemort was resurrected and insisted on a proper duel with Harry. The dark lord only did that because he was so confident in his abilities that he could toy with Harry without facing any risk, and only their twin wands saved Harry back then. Here, if he started the wrong kind of duel, they'd be surrounded by enemies and pelted with curses. Harry would be tortured, the girls killed, and all hope would be lost.
With that in mind they ran through the burning down without throwing out spells. Harry killed two Death Eaters along the way. He was still thinking of them as nothing but targets like in his training lessons. He was sure that effect would wear off soon. Right now, it let him avoid thinking about anything too deeply.
Tonks and Angelina followed his lead. They only hit Death Eaters that they were close to or who saw them, hastily abandoning the bodies of the former and hitting the latter before they could raise the alarm.
Hogsmeade wasn't very big. It was only two blocks from the Three Broomsticks to the camp they were aiming for. With the state of the town, part of Harry was still shocked that they actually made it. The scene they found didn't make him all that optimistic.
There were only four Death Eaters here. They were standing apart from each other and surrounding the auror camp. Without casting any spells, they got to watch the Aurors tear each other apart. The ministry's delegation was engaged in a brutal civil war.
"Traitors?" Angelina said.
"Look at the way the fight is going," Tonks said. "It's more complicated."
One side was fighting to kill, throwing out absolutely deadly curses like it was nothing. The other side were using stunning spells, body binds, and other non lethal options. They looked concerned as Harry looked at their faces. Meanwhile, the ones fighting to kill almost looked like robots.
"We've been had," Harry said. "Pius Thicknesse was way busier than we thought."
In some ways, the Imperius curse was the most terrifying of the three unforgivables. The Killing curse sent somebody straight to the grave, the Cruciatus caused the most awful pain imaginable, but the Imperius was the one that could topple armies. A skilled caster who targeted other skilled wizards could create thralls that were capable of casting the same curse, and just like that it could spread like a contagion.
Aurors were elite wizards. If one was controlled, they could cast the Imperius on coworkers, who could cast it on other coworkers. Some aurors were strong enough mentally to resist the curse, but it was rare. If targets were picked carefully enough, it was possible to turn a huge chunk of the Ministry's forces into Death Eater thralls with nobody noticing. And that was exactly what had happened.
The Death Eaters here were taking immense sadistic joy from the show that was in front of them. They were happily watching the aurors try to avoid killing their bewitched colleagues while those colleagues used deadly magic. Harry could see a few aurors already dead. The result didn't matter to the Death Eaters. If all the thralls were killed, that was still that many less enemies. If they killed the aurors who were still uncursed, that would be the end of the battle.
They should have watched their own backs, though.
Harry killed one with a cutting curse while he watched the show. Tonks killed another with the same spell. Angelina wasn't able to follow through with as much ruthlessness, so she opted for a piercing curse, and her aim was a little bit off. She blew off his wand arm and made him fall down screaming. Harry didn't pity the guy, but it was a bit ironic that by not going for a killing blow, Angelina caused the most pain.
The last Death Eater saw their attack and attempted to fight back. Unlike his friends he could cast spells of his own since their deaths gave him a warning. Harry was there to meet him.
Harry blocked the Death Eater's first curse. It was something that could kill him, since it hit his shield like a speeding car, but Harry's shield held out. Harry aimed three fast curses at his opponent's shoulders and right ankle. His enemy made a shield of his own. It held out through the first curse, but the second shattered it. The third spell—a cutting curse—tore through his bone and tendon. He fell down and Harry killed him.
Angelina barfed. No matter how much she trained for this the gore and brutality was too much for her. Harry never had the means to fight back before… but he had seen death before. With the way he lived, it was basically a part of his life at this point.
"Now we stop the fight," Harry commanded Tonks.
The aurors on their side were being forced into a circle in the middle of the camp. There were a couple of bodies scattered around; Harry couldn't tell if these were uncursed ones who fell or bewitched aurors whose friends decided they couldn't hold back anymore.
Multiple Imperiused aurors had been hit with spellfire during the fight, but the Death Eaters had been using countercurses to return them to the fight and keep the show going. Now, not only were the Death Eaters gone, Harry and Tonks were arriving from behind. With their help, the cursed aurors were soon stunned and bound with thick ropes.
Harry, Tonks, and Angelina (who'd recovered from losing her dinner) approached their allies. There were roughly twenty aurors still up and in their right mind, including a few who were hurt but not out of commission.
A man with a thick and prematurely greying beard stepped forward to meet them. Harry knew his name. This was Proudfoot, the senior auror who was in command of this operation.
"You're still alive," he said to Harry.
"Is that all you've got to say to us," Harry said.
"Are you waiting for me to bow and thank you? You're going to keep waiting," Proudfoot said. "Aurors don't do that even when another one saves their life. It's just our duty, and we know the other guy will return the favor."
It sounded dismissive at first, but Harry realized something before he could get angry. Proudfoot hadn't wasted time with a deep expression of gratitude, but he just acknowledged Harry as one of them.
Not a trophy, or a figurehead, or even a well meaning kid, Proudfoot had called him an AUROR. Even when the ministry avoided giving him a chance, Harry managed to prove himself.
Proudfoot walked toward the town of Hogsmeade. The other aurors followed him, even the injured ones, not hesitating for a moment. They didn't complain when Harry walked side by side with Proudfoot, ahead of the rest of them.
"How many did you see on the way here?" Proudfoot asked.
"Hard to count," Harry said. "Lots were going into houses. In the street there were at least twenty."
"Any casualties?" Proudfoot asked.
"None from my group," Harry said. "I left two behind at the Three Broomsticks. Five Death Eaters died there. I don't know if any more went in after we left."
Proudfoot sighed. He had a lot of wrinkles for a guy who Harry thought was only about forty.
"I don't like the numbers of this," he said. "This is the biggest raid of the war yet. Lots of grunts running all over the place, even if the inner circle ain't here. They've got us outnumbered. But you know what?"
"What?" Harry asked.
Some semblance of humor entered Proudfoot's expression. He said: "There's a reason they made us aurors fight each other. It's because none of them are really a match for us. Squads! Go!"
That simple command was enough for the bigger group to break into five equal groups. Proudfoot led one while the others were led by different experienced aurors. As they spread throughout Hogsmeade, Harry realized just how much respect he'd earned tonight. Proudfoot had left him as the leader of his own squad.
"Where to, boss?" Tonks asked.
"Three broomsticks," Harry said. "We'll regroup with the others and clear out any more bugs that crawled in."
A few of the residents were trying to fight back. There weren't too many, but a few of them had taken to the streets. The brave ones among the citizens suddenly found themselves backed up by real aurors now, and the tide changed in an instant.
Harry didn't even have to stop to help anyone as they went to the Three Broomsticks. The Death Eaters in the streets were being torn apart. Just like Proudfoot said, when it came to quality, they were beyond these basic Death Eaters.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Outside the Three Broomsticks, a woman's scream pierced the night filled with terror. Harry's eyes picked out the second floor window that it came from. He ran ahead, moving fast enough that Tonks and Angelina could hardly keep up. He crossed the lobby and ran up the stairs.
Susan and Neville had followed his orders. He could see the remnants of a barricade over one of the doors at the end of the hallway. Two more Death Eater bodies that he wasn't responsible for lay on the floor nearby, but the barricade had been torn open.
Harry ran to the door as fast as he climbed the stairs. The scene in the room was much better than he initially feared: everyone was alive. Neville and Susan had turned a table over and were using it as cover. Hermione was helping them while Lavender and Rosmerta cowered behind them. The scream of fear he heard outside came from Rosmerta, who'd been cut on her cheek by a spell that nearly took her head off.
Two Death Eaters were in the room fighting with obvious rage at how many of their allies died downstairs and in the hallway. One of them got reckless with rage and started to cast a spell that would blow up three quarters of the room. It was sure to kill Harry's friends, and was likely to take the caster with them. Before he could finish Harry conjured a gag over his mouth and summoned one of the legs off the table Neville was using as a barrier. The table leg disrupted the Death Eater's wand movement while the gag disrupted his speaking.
The last thing the Death Eaters expected was an enemy arriving behind them. They thought that they could wipe out the town as they pleased and that the aurors were neutralized.
Harry brought them down fast and easy. Briefly, the tally that Harry had killed today flashed through his head. He didn't linger on it. Death Eaters were monsters, and this was what he resolved to do.
He realized that the room had gotten quiet. Susan and Neville looked shocked, and Hermione looked more shocked than both of them put together. His sudden arrival probably was pretty surprising, thinking about it. The quiet was broken by Rosmerta.
The bartender hadn't changed clothes, leaving her rather scantily dressed, which didn't stop her from running across the room and hurling herself at Harry. The impact brought them both to the floor, meaning that the first person to knock Harry down that whole night was none other than Rosmerta, the Three Broomsticks' sexy older owner.
"Thank you!" Rosmerta said, her body mashed into his. "Thank you! Thank you!"
She was bawling. Harry hugged her as they lay on the floor, letting her calm down gradually.
Outside, the sounds of the Death Eaters being routed could be heard. It was so late. Harry's eyelids were getting heavy as his adrenaline abandoned him, and sleep was starting to sound awfully nice…
LINE BREAK.
It wasn't until Harry woke up that he realized he had passed out on the floor. It was almost a shame to wake up, he decided groggily. He'd been having a wonderful dream where a woman had her lips around his knob and was sucking like an absolute pro. He hadn't been able to see her clearly, but she'd had blond hair and—
The feeling hadn't stopped since he woke up.
"Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!"
Harry was laid out in a bed that he didn't recognize. It was bigger than the ones that were usually provided in rooms at the Three Broomsticks. The decor was also different, with what looked like keepsakes and actually sentimental possessions as decorations. The sheets were bulging up right between his legs.
Harry yanked the blanket to the side and felt his jaw drop.
Rosmerta was completely naked and tirelessly servicing his dick with her jaw unhinged. She'd tied her hair in a tight bun. Harry couldn't imagine how long she'd been sucking on him, providing him pleasure and relief in his sleep. Although it was hard to tell with dreams, he suspected that his wet 'dream' had been ongoing for at least an hour.
With her cover blown, Rosmerta pulled her head up and dragged her lips off Harry's dick. She still gave it a few good licks before she turned her mouth to speaking purposes.
"So you're awake again, hero," she said.
"I'm not one for nicknames, honestly," Harry said. "Can't you just call me Harry? You've never had a problem with it before."
"That was before you saved my life. Over and over," Rosmerta said. "I can't even tell how many times I would have died tonight if it hadn't been for you. I've heard rumors. EVERYONE would have died if you didn't step up. This whole town would be gone. I don't have any reward that can pay you back for something like that, so I'll just have to put this body to work for you as much as I can."
She deepthroated him again, running her head up and down. Her tongue knew all sorts of tricks as she slobbered on his pecker. Rosmerta sucked him with the force of a vacuum cleaner and forced Harry to arch his back. He hadn't even been hurt in the fighting earlier, but right now he felt like his soul was close to departing his body… by being sucked out through his dick.
Rosmerta put her hands down on the bed and curved her whole back, her chest mountains hanging down with her nipples on Harry's legs. She slammed her head up and down Harry's dick, sucking him off as well as any of the girls he'd been with. This was a real woman, the kind of person who had decades of experience. The feeling was incomparable to what Harry had experienced with girls before.
"Merlin!" Harry said.
His muscles flexed as he felt a rush of intense horniness. He wanted to do SOMETHING because the pleasure he was feeling was driving him to take an active part. He wasn't often a passenger during sex. Rosmerta spotted this and adjusted accordingly.
"Here, here," she said. "Why don't we give you something to suck on as well?"
She turned around and placed her cunt straight on his face. Harry found himself kissing her slit, and he turned that smooch into a french kiss as fast as possible. He slapped his hands onto her ass and started slurping at Rosmerta without hesitation. She kept deepthroating him.
Her throat was soft and warm. Harry couldn't get enough of it; his dick was as solid as a steel beam. His tongue was doing serious damage at the same time, getting Rosmerta really wet. He couldn't take all the credit for that, however, because Rosmerta had already been a little wet just from sucking on his manhood.
Harry started thrusting his hips. Rosmerta adapted seamlessly and played along. Instead of bobbing her head she kept it steady and allowed Harry to fuck her oral orifice. The gagging sounds got dirtier and more guttural. Harry slid his fingers deeper into Rosmerta's ass between her cheeks and played around with the entrance to her asshole. She kept getting wetter.
All of a sudden Harry found himself at the bottom of what felt like a faucet. Rosmerta was a squirter, and she sprayed her womanly nectar not just in his mouth but all over his face. Harry gulped down all of it that he could, wiggling his thumb inside her asshole. Rosmerta moaned through the sound of his dick busting into her throat repeatedly.
As Harry pounded her face from a lying position, his balls got tight and delivered their milky reward. Harry's cum entered Rosmerta's throat and even poured out of her nose. His orgasm was so big that even Rosmerta with all her experience coughed and temporarily couldn't breathe.
They rolled apart to catch their breath. Harry wiped his face clean of slick pussy juices. Rosmerta coughed, a hand on her throat and her body on its knees, coming to terms with the semen running down into her stomach and streaming down her face. She looked over at him, her visage too messy for Harry not to get extremely turned on. After she rolled away from him, her pussy and rump was facing toward him, showing Harry what he'd been sucking on.
"Are you satisfied, hero?" Rosmerta asked.
"Did you hope I'd say yes?" Harry asked.
"Not at all," Rosmerta said.
Harry smiled. "You're in luck then," he said. "We've got a long way to go."
He pounced on Rosmerta, ready to burn off the leftover adrenaline from the battle in the best possible way: with a willing and beautiful witch.
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