Harry Potter: Backstep

"Good Morning, everyone," Harry greeted, being the final one to arrive in the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Good Morning, Harry. Do have a seat," Dumbledore smiled cordially as Harry took a seat beside Flitwick and started to help himself with the delicious spread. "I hope you had a good night?"

"Oh, splendid," Harry grinned. "One of the best."

Sitting between Septima and Pomfrey, Narcissa smiled to herself as she daintily ate, acting perfectly oblivious to what she knew Harry definitely meant. They did indeed have a great night.

"I hear you've been helping Miss Vector out so that she could be prepared for teaching, Harry?" McGonagall remarked, smiling proudly. "And you succeeded in crafting a working spell on the very first day as well. Truly remarkable."

"Septima deserves the credit as well, Minerva. She'd be a wonderful Arithmancy professor, I can guarantee you that," Harry smiled, gazing at the woman in question who beamed at him.

"We all believe she would be," Dumbledore nodded, smiling. "Her predecessor had nothing but praise for her, and her resume speaks volumes about her abilities as well."

Harry nodded and exchanging another smile with Septima, he started on his meal.

He was almost done when an owl flew through one of the massive windows and made a beeline for him, landing right in front of his plate. Curious, Harry reached out and grabbed the letter. He turned it around just as the owl flew away, instantly recognizing the seal of both the Ministry for Magic and the Department for International Magical Cooperation.

"Looks like the summons are here," Flitwick remarked from beside him.

Harry nodded absently and took the letter out, raking his eyes over the scribbled ink.

"Qualification?" He asked curiously.

"Indeed," Flitwick nodded. "The tournament starts in ten days, which means the Ministry needs to confirm the participation by the end of the week. There would be straight knockout duels held in the Ministry between all the recommendations. It's today, I believe?"

Harry nodded. "They don't mention anyone else in here."

"There are not many competitors trying for the circuit. It'd be a surprise if we see even five other people over there. As such, it's usual for registration to take place right there in the Ministry before the qualifiers," Flitwick replied. "What time are you needed there?"

"Ten," Harry replied, casting a silent tempus. It was half past eight. "I've got time."

"All right," Flitwick nodded. "As I recommended you, my presence is also required over there. I'll meet you in the Entrance Hall in an hour?"

Harry nodded and put the letter away. He glanced over at Narcissa followed by Septime, both of whom smiled at him encouragingly.

"Well then, looks like it's time for us to make a comeback on the circuit," he remarked, a confident smile on his face.

-Break-

Harry put on his combat boots and stood straight, taking a look in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place. His coat hovered in the air beside him, waiting for him to be done with the bird's nest he called a hair.

Doing his best, Harry reached out for the coat when the door to his room opened.

He glanced over and a smile came over his face at the sight of a grinning Narcissa who made her way over. Leaving the coat where it was, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her passionately.

"Shouldn't you be training right now?" He asked with a smile as he pulled back and regarded her.

"And let you leave without wishing you good luck?" She asked coyly. "I've got a little time on my hands."

"Well then, now that I've got your good luck wish, there's no way I don't get this done," Harry replied, pecking her lips once again.

"Mm…" Narcissa moaned softly. "I've not done it yet."

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Harry asked against her lips. In response, Narcissa pulled away from him and with a wicked smirk, she reached out, cupping his hardening manhood over his trousers.

"You deserve a proper token of good luck, mister," she teased and made quick work of his clothes, pulling out his semi-hardened shaft and gently stroking it.

Pressing her lips to his, Narcissa kissed him hard, her large tits pressing fully against his chest as she kept tugging at his cock, stroking him to full mast in no time. Harry reached over and cupped her arse over her healer robes, squeezing her full, round cheeks over the thick fabric.

Narcissa pulled back from the kiss and gazed up at him with hunger and lust.

"How would you like me to wish you good luck? Will my mouth do? Or do you want to be back inside me?" She asked sultrily. "You know you can have anything you want from me."

Harry smirked and he cupped her arse tightly, easily lifting her. Her hunger was mirrored in his gaze as he carried her around the bed that had basically become theirs and over to the large desk where he sporadically worked.

He set her down on her feet and Narcissa quickly assumed position, dropping to her knees in front of him.

His cock was already hard and ready for her. She reached out, grabbed his length, and began stroking as she leaned forward and took him halfway inside her mouth. Her haunting orbs stayed locked with his as she sucked hard, pulling back until only the head remained inside her mouth, before she plunged onto his cock again, swirling her tongue wetly around it.

With a gasp, she pulled back, furiously stroking his slick length as she gazed up at him lustfully. She took her hand off his cock and began blowing him off as she reached for the buttons of her healer robes and undid them, pulling them apart and revealing herself to his hungry gaze.

"You like my tits, Harry?" She whispered, planting a hot, wet kiss on the tip before she swallowed him once again. Her hands caressed her belly, slowly traveling upward until she was cupping and squeezing her tits over the red lace bra. In no time, she pulled the straps over her shoulders and freed up her tits, the lacy fabric bunched right under them as she pressed them together, showing herself to him.

Harry's gaze remained trained on her sinful body as he took in the vision that she was, and Narcissa kept bobbing her head on his cock, taking him deeper and deeper inside her mouth.

"I guess I'd have the best of luck if you could take me fully down in your throat, Cissa," Harry smirked.

Narcissa blinked and released her hold on her tits. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his thighs, grabbing his arse for leverage as she plunged forward, gagging and gasping. Her eyes slammed shut and her tits jiggled as she kept shoving his cock down her mouth, slowly but surely working to have him deep in her throat.

She pulled back slightly and gulped before she plunged onto his cock once again, shoving a few more inches of his thick length inside her mouth. She choked and coughed on his cock, spittle flying about as the lewd, wet sounds of her efforts occupied their headspace. Thick and long strands of saliva trickled out of her mouth and down her chin, dripping all over her massive tits and thick thighs while she doubled down, working her lips closer to the base of his cock.

Harry gazed at her with a wide grin, their eyes locked, and the sight of Narcissa on her knees, almost naked as she tried her damnedest to force the entirety of his length deep into her gullet made him as hard as a rock. He groaned under her ministrations, gently caressing her scalp and lustrous blonde locks, observing how she took even more of his cock deep inside her.

Narcissa drove down on his cock as if on a clock, desperately trying to take his entire length inside her mouth. Barely an inch remained and she quickly pulled off his cock. Collecting a thick glob of saliva inside her mouth, she spat on his prick and began stroking him furiously, earning a loud grunt from him.

"Merlin, you're killing me here," Harry managed.

"Shut up right now, Harry," she groaned. "I'm going to get this done."

Harry let out a shaky laugh and asked, "Allow me to help you out here."

He pushed his hand through her blonde hair and wrapped it around in a fist to hold her firmly in place. Narcissa forced herself forward, shoving his cock deep inside her throat, yet the final bit remained. Harry could see how dirty she looked with spit and saliva covering the entire lower half of her face while tracks of tears spoiled the hint of makeup she had put on, slithering out of the corners of her eyes. Yet, she persisted.

Harry began to push forward, thrusting inside her mouth and meeting her slams in tandem. Narcissa's gagging noises filled the room as he kept fucking her mouth. Finally, Harry gave a firm push forward and drove the final bit of his prick into her mouth, slamming the head of his cock deep inside her throat.

He could not stop the loud groan at the exquisite tightness that enveloped his cock on all sides. Her throat bobbed and spasmed wildly around his length as he held himself still inside her for a few seconds.

Slowly, he pulled back and slithered out of her mouth, breathing heavily.

"Merlin, that was brilliant!"

Narcissa had a breathless grin on her smeared face as she gazed up at him with sinful, aroused eyes.

"I want more," she said excitedly.

"I thought this was a token of good luck for me," he chuckled.

"Don't act as if you're not enjoying yourself as well," she chided gently and wrapped her lips around his cock once again, locking her eyes with his once again.

"Play with yourself as you get me off, Cissa," he instructed, and immediately, Narcissa's hand descended, pushing the sheer lace fabric of her knickers to the side as she plunged three fingers inside her gushing quim in one go.

Harry tightened his grasp on her hair and held her firmly in place as he began to move, slowly but surely sliding deeper inside her throat. He started slow but began picking up speed until he was brutally fucking her throat. Narcissa kept her three fingers plunging deep inside her pussy and it didn't take long for her thumb to join the fray as well. She rubbed her clit furiously, tears openly leaking from her eyes as the loud, wet gagging noises of her throat being royally abused filled the room.

This was the roughest Harry had ever been with her but she loved every second of it. He would fuck her throat deep, hard, and fast. He would shove his entire length deep in her throat, keep her nose firmly pressed against his groin as he held his cock deep in her gullet until she was left squirming, and only then would he pull entirely out of her mouth, allowing her to take long and deep gasps of breath.

He could feel his orgasm approaching and all it did was make him more aggressive. Narcissa also was not far behind as she harshly stimulated her clit and fingered herself furiously, allowing him to use and abuse her throat.

"I'm going to cum in your throat, Cissa," he grunted, and Narcissa let out a loud moan. The vibrations sent Harry toppling over the edge and he slammed his hips forward violently, forcefully keeping her nose pressed against his groin as he unloaded deep inside her throat. That was too much for Narcissa who shook and spasmed wildly, forcing Harry to keep her firmly in place while he rode out his massive climax as she too orgasmed.

Harry's cock kept pulsing deep inside her throat until he had almost unloaded the final vestiges of his cum inside her. His breathing ragged, he slowly pulled back, allowing her to breathe and gulp down whatever had not slid down her throat already. However, all Narcissa could do was shudder and gasp loudly in the aftermath of her own orgasm as Harry stroked himself, keeping his cock trained on her face. Thick, long ropes of his seed painted her face until finally, he was utterly spent.

His breathing ragged, Harry grabbed the desk as he gazed at the sight of Narcissa with her tits out, her bra bunched right under them, and her face smeared with her tears, spoiled make-up, her spit, and his hot cum. She looked like a mess, but all it did was make him even more attracted to her.

Minutes passed as they caught their breaths and Harry reached out, gently pulling her to her feet. He waved his hand as he cleaned her up, holding her firmly to himself.

"You okay, Cissa?" He asked gently. Narcissa nodded, smiling lovingly at him.

"I loved that," she replied.

Harry chuckled and grabbed her bra, pulling it over her tits properly before fixing her healer robes around her as well. With another wave of his hand, he took care of all the creases and stains on the white fabric and nodded in satisfaction.

"There, you're perfectly fine," he smiled.

Narcissa grinned and pressed her lips against his, kissing him gently.

"You should be going now," she whispered.

"You too," Harry replied.

"Yeah," she nodded as she pulled back before she gazed up at him with a wicked grin. "And when you come back this evening after kicking their asses, you better fuck me as hard and as rough as you fucked my throat today."

Harry regarded her for a few moments before a confident grin overtook his features.

"Then you better put on something real nice," he whispered promisingly, making her shudder in delight. "Something that excites me so much that I can't help but tear it off you."

Smirking, Narcissa leaned up and bit his lower lip hard. "It's a promise."

-Break-

At precisely quarter to ten, an ornate fireplace in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic flared green alongside several others as the employees kept trickling in. From within the swirling inferno stepped Filius Flitwick, striding ahead with his head held high, and the towering figure of Harry Peverell following closely behind.

Though the Charms master's steps were lively, Harry seemed to glide across the marble floor with a grace developed under the rigorous tutelage of one Narcissa Black. His piercing emerald orbs surveyed his surroundings, an aura of quiet confidence and power exuding from his chiseled features.

The sounds of murmuring voices and hushed greetings fell to a tense silence as employees recognized the two arrivals. All in the Ministry knew that today marked the qualifiers to decide who would represent Britain in the prestigious European Dueling Championships, and it did not take long for them to realize the two wizards were there for the same.

Excited chatter and whispers followed them as they walked ahead, nodding politely at a few passers-by. Harry kept his demeanor perfectly calm, fully aware that in addition to his magical prowess, he needed to behave accordingly as well if he wanted to command the respect of the masses. This was a step toward a fruitful career as well as a political move, and he wanted to create a distinct image of himself.

Harry ignored the splendid majesty of the Ministry, the image of the destroyed atrium fresh in his mind. They politely nodded at the clerk sitting at the checking desk who gave them a respectful bow.

"The lordship comes in handy, eh?" Harry smirked as they kept walking.

"That's something you're absolutely correct about," Flitwick replied.

The elevator seemed to be waiting for them and they walked in, nodding at the group of people politely. They seemed to be staring at him in awe.

"I hope everything's good, Mr. Whitcombe?" Flitwick asked a young man standing in the corner.

"Y-yeah, Professor," the man nodded, a nervous smile on his face.

"Ours is Level 5," the half-goblin remarked and they were immediately jerked backward as the elevator moved at a fast pace.

The elevator dinged as they arrived at the designated level and they stepped out. They could hear a clamor of conversation that grew louder as they rounded a corner.

"Ready?" Flitwick asked, reaching forward and grabbing the handle. At his nod, the man smiled and pushed it open, revealing a spacious marble antechamber. Clusters of witches and wizards milled about in the stands, undoubtedly to spectate the spectacle that would unfold in front of them. A few individuals stood at ground level, some engaged in hushed conversation while others stood by themselves, their eyes darting around. All turned at the newcomers' arrival.

With a wink toward his companion, Flitwick called out in his squeaky voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Lord Harry Peverell — my personal recommendation to champion Britain against Europe's finest duelists! By my estimation, you'll be hard-pressed to find a waverspell swifter or a stunner more accurate than his."

'Really?' Harry thought in exasperation, although he kept his demeanor perfectly calm.

A hush fell over the crowd as all eyes appraised the tall, formidable figure of Harry Peverell. He offered a polite nod, his head held high and his eyes taking note of the individuals he assumed would be competing against himself.

Amelia Bones was easy to recognize, although she looked much younger, and dare he say, scandalously hot. The genes of House Bones were very much at work there, as evident in the way her form-fitting auror robes clung to her figure, particularly straining against her generous bust. The woman stood with another redheaded man who was eyeing him curiously, and Harry guessed he must be her brother and the father of his former classmate Susan Bones.

"Thank you for the introduction, Filius," Harry said evenly, offering the man a brief smile. "Although I believe these good duelists and the spectators will wish to judge my skills for themselves momentarily."

His gaze swept boldly over the assembled witches and wizards as they murmured amongst themselves, clearly weighing the challenge this new arrival represented to everyone else's chances. A flicker of excitement danced behind Harry's eyes.

The qualifiers to decide Britain's champion had begun.

-Break-

"Lord Peverell," a tall man greeted respectfully. "Richard Greengrass. An honor to make your acquaintance."

Harry shook the man's hand politely, recognizing him as the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation that oversaw this entire process. It was a bit surprising to see International Dueling being under the purview of this department and not the Department for Magical Games and Sports but he did not dwell much on the intricacies of it all.

"Lord Greengrass, allow me to thank you for your service as the department head over the years," Harry smiled.

"Not much of a service considering there have been no international issues ever since I assumed this post or the lack of wins we've had on the circuit," the man chuckled.

"Keeping peace means a job well done," Harry disagreed. "That is the most important aspect of your job. And you can hardly do anything about our poor record on the circuit. It's not as if you've been fighting those duels."

"I'm grateful for your kind words," the man smiled. "It surprised me when I saw Master Flitwick had recommended someone this time, but considering who you are, it certainly makes sense."

"My recommendation did not come just off who he is, Lord Greengrass," Flitwick said with a small frown.

"My apologies, Master Flitwick. I did not mean to offend. I am aware that you would recommend someone only if you believed them worthy enough," Richard said with a small bow. "I must admit, I am looking forward to your demonstration today, Lord Peverell. And hopefully we could have a small discussion afterward?"

Harry raised an amused eyebrow at the man, easily understanding his motive here. He could not blame him for trying to establish himself with someone of his station. That was how things worked, after all.

"I'm sure I can find some time," Harry smiled.

"I look forward to it then," Richard replied.

The man walked away toward the gallery just as someone called Harry from behind.

"If you could make your way over to the chamber please," the man said respectfully, indicating the room on the other end of the dueling pit. Together with Flitwick, Harry walked over and immediately spotted his competition for the day. The redheaded man from House Bones sat with Amelia in one corner, while another pair of blonde-haired wizards stood on the other side, conversing amongst themselves. However, it was the final pair that gave Harry pause. He eyed them out of the corner of his eyes, wondering where he had seen them. They seemed very familiar, but for the life of him, he could not put his finger on it.

The two wizards were also eyeing him and Harry immediately realized they were bad news. Their demeanor was hostile, evil intent rolling off them in waves.

"This year's competitors seem more promising than before," Flitwick remarked.

"Is that so?"

"Amelia Bones—it's that redheaded woman over there sitting with her elder brother Edgar. A very fine auror in the making, that young lady. She is considered one of the best duelists to have graduated from Hogwarts in the past five years. Won multiple inter-house dueling cups during her time as a student."

Harry nodded. It seemed he would be dueling her instead of her brother.

"And over there we have the Greengrass brothers."

"Greengrass? Any connection to Richard Greengrass?"

"His nephews," Flitwick replied. "The older one is Cyrus, and the younger one is Gareth, who I believe is the one competing."

Harry nodded, eyeing the final pair once again. "And what about those two?"

A grimace came over Flitwick's face as he muttered, "Rudolphus and Rabastan Lestrange," he replied, and Harry's eyes widened slightly. He could not believe these two boys who frankly looked like rich assholes had turned into those hideous trolls in his previous timeline.

'Azkaban truly took its toll on them,' he mused, feeling oddly excited. He knew they were already in cohorts with Tom which meant they were fair game. Although he was not going to kill them, a little pain would be a really nice way to introduce them to the man who would one day take them down.

"It'd be a disgrace if any of those two were chosen to represent our country, or any country for that matter," Flitwick continued. "Wealth, privilege, and cruelty for cruelty's sake. That is the best way to describe them. Pureblood supremacists of the highest degree, they always had this unpleasant habit of hurling derogatory slurs and hexes at anyone they deemed unworthy."

"I know the kind," Harry muttered. "The world would be a better place without that sort roaming free."

"Can't disagree with you there," Flitwick replied. "Come. Let's grab a seat. You can introduce yourself to the Boneses and the Greengrasses later. I don't believe anyone is in the mood for small talks right now."

Harry nodded and followed after Flitwick, taking a seat beside him as they waited for the qualifiers to commence.

Fifteen minutes of waiting later, a group of people arrived in the room and Harry spotted one of them holding a tray of sorts.

"Gentlemen, lady," the man at the front smiled politely. "As you well know, no potions or artifacts that would give you an edge over the others is permitted. If you would please submit yourselves to the standard checks."

Harry stood up and walked over, accepting the vial from the man carrying the tray.

"Just a drop of spit will do," the man remarked.

"You must be out of your mind right now," a snide voice called out as Harry dropped his spit in the vial that immediately turned green. He turned around just as the man in front of him nodded with a small smile that quickly turned into a frown.

Rudolphus Lestrange stood with his arms crossed haughtily as he gazed at the group of gathered ministry officials.

"What makes you think a peasant like you has the right to subject us to this pathetic behavior? You think we need to cheat to gain the upper hand?"

"It is standard procedure—"

"Bullshit," Lestrange hissed. "I see this for what it is. You must think so highly of yourself, eh? Think you're too damn important, do you? Upjumped prick."

"Someone should look in the mirror," Harry remarked from the side and was immediately subjected to twin glares from the Lestrange brothers.

"What did you say?"

"Mind your tongue before I mind you, Lestrange," Harry sneered. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Who do you think you are, making remarks about me like that, huh?" Lestrange sneered back.

"Listen. You can follow the procedure or the door is over there. Just decide and stop wasting our goddamn time. It's not as if you're gonna win here anyway."

The Lestrange brothers bristled in outrage at his dismissive tone while everyone else simply watched the spectacle in either fascination, amusement, or exasperation.

"What's this commotion all about?" A voice cut in from the entryway and they saw Richard Greengrass walk in with a frown on his face. "Harris?"

"Sir, uh…"

"Lestrange here thinks he deserves special treatment, Uncle. Doesn't want to spit in a vial," one of the Greengrass brothers supplied with a chuckle. "Maybe he could piss in it? Seems right up his alley."

Harry did not hesitate and let out a snort, further adding to their ire.

"You dare—"

"Gentlemen!" Richard cut Rudolphus off. "We have limited time. If you don't want to do it then I am willing to call the aurors who will be happy to escort you out of here."

Both Rudolphus and Rabastan glared at Richard who merely stared back stoically. It seemed for a second that they would act up again but unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on what one wanted, they seemed to relent.

With a sharp glare toward both Harry and Cyrus who had mocked him mere moments ago, Rudolphus snatched the vial and spat in it. Richard nodded as the vial turned green and pulled out a sheet of parchment from his pocket.

"Now, considering how we have four competitors, a straight round of two knockout duels will take place to determine our finalists. Auror Amelia Bones will face Mr. Rudolphus Lestrange first, which means Lord Harry Peverell will be up against Mr. Gareth Greengrass right after. We'll have a small lunch break before the final duel takes place."

Rudolphus glared menacingly at the woman who simply gazed at him with an unimpressed stare.

"Standard international rules will apply, which means no Unforgivables or spells considered fatal within ten seconds of contact. You will be disqualified immediately if any unseemly spellcasting is employed. The referee has the right to issue a warning if he deems it necessary. Repeating an offense will trigger disqualification as well. Are we clear?"

Lestrange looked visibly annoyed while the others nodded.

"All right then. Auror Bones, Mr. Lestrange, if you both would make your way out into the dueling pit please."

Sneering, Lestrange walked toward the left exit without any backward glance. Harry watched Amelia Bones exchange a few words with her brother as they hugged. Pulling back, the woman smiled and walked toward the exit on the right.

Everyone walked back to their respective seats as the wall in front of them turned transparent, showcasing the entire dueling pit from a slightly elevated view.

Amelia took her place at one end of the dueling pit as Rudolphus walked over, a confident smirk on his face. The referee, a man who looked to be in his fifties, glanced from one to the other.

"BEGIN!"

Amelia found herself immediately shielding from the onslaught as Rudolphus pressed forward, multicolored bolts shooting toward the redhead menacingly. One had to admit that the man was a capable wand. His movements were coordinated and his spellwork was also top-notch, even if they were questionable. Yet, he did not target any vitals, and none of those spells breached the rules, which made it all fair game. It was evident in the opening salvo of spellfire that the man had become a member of the Inner Circle on merit.

Amelia either batted the spells aside where they collided with the enchanted dome surrounding the dueling pit or dodged, shielding only when she deemed it absolutely necessary. Using a shield charm was always the last resort and the lesson had been drilled into her over the years, now becoming second nature. She waited for a lull in her adversary's spellcasting which she knew would come soon considering how he was casting such taxing spells at such high frequency.

Her opportunity came moments later and she dropped her shield, pirouetting around another bonebreaker like an expert dancer, and returned fire with a powerful spell chain of her own.

Rudolphus easily batted the spells aside and gazed at Amelia with a vile smirk.

"That's all the whore of House Bones is worth? You'd be better off where you belong, woman. Come over and get on your knees in front of me. I might even consider making it painless if you do a good enough job."

There were multiple gasps throughout the antechamber at those vile words. Edgar Bones shot to his feet, shouting obscenities at the Lestrange heir while Flitwick tried to calm him down. Rabastan Lestrange also seemed to take offense to the Bones heir's words directed at his brother and to no one's surprise, the two wizards stood with their wands trained at each other.

"Try me, Lestrange," Edgar hissed, glaring.

"Gentlemen, behave!" Flitwick exclaimed as he stood between the two wizards, trying to dissuade them. Meanwhile, Harry merely watched the spectacle in disgust, glaring hatefully at Rudolphus Lestrange who stood with a pathetic smirk on his face as he leered at a furious Amelia Bones. It took the aurors standing guard in the room to separate the two wizards and prevent a violent confrontation and an irate Edgar Bones walked over with Fitwick to sit alongside them.

"Kick his arse, Amy," Bones hissed hatefully as Harry watched on.

In the dueling pit, Amelia glared at a smirking Lestrange and she whipped her wand forward. A powerful concussion hex shot toward the smirking wizard who erected a powerful shield. His smirk vanished when the shield exploded and he was sent skidding back a few steps. Amelia gave him no respite. Another spell chain left her wand and Lestrange quickly moved, dodging the first two bolts and shielding the other two.

Suddenly, a powerful Confringo slammed into the shield, blowing it apart and sending the man staggering again. He had to quickly catch his footing as another spell chain shot toward him. This time, all he could do was shield against each spell. The shield cracked once again at the end of the chain and Lestrange was left panting heavily, his eyes wide and glaring.

"I guess that's all the inbred bastard of House Lestrange is worth," Amelia spat snidely.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, you Knockturn whore!?" Lestrange roared and swung his wand in an arc. A powerful barrage of cutting curses rocked toward Amelia who was forced to shield. However, multiple curses came close to her neck and above which she barely managed to shield against.

"WARNING, LESTRANGE!" The referee called out firmly.

Lestrange's fury grew as he glared at Amelia.

"You blood traitor whore! How dare you stand against me!?"

His wand whipped forward, a powerful bonebreaker shooting toward the redhead who deflected it and returned fire with a barrage of stinging hexes. Lestrange successfully avoided the hexes when he suddenly let out a loud cry as one caught him square in the face.

His face swelled, becoming deformed as he violently clutched onto it.

"Now that's the look an inbred should have. You should keep it, prick," Amelia shouted with a smirk.

Lestrange could barely see but he knew the general direction of his target. With a brutal slashing motion, he unleashed a searing spell towards Amelia's chest.

"Viscera Lacerum!" he snarled.

Harry's eyes widened as the violent purple fire streaked toward Amelia. He recognized the spell easily, having practiced it numerous times in his previous timeline after watching Antonin Dolohov use it with such expertise. It wasn't an Unforgivable Curse, but at that range and power, it could prove just as lethal, searing through her vital organs.

Amelia's eyes widened as the malevolent purple streak of fire bore down on her. She gathered herself to the best of her abilities and conjured a solid metallic shield to intercept it. The detonation blasted her backward, slamming her hard against the dueling platform barrier where she lay prone, groaning.

"DISQUALIFIED!" the referee bellowed, stunned by Lestrange's choice of spell. "Amelia Bones advances to the final."

Rabastan Lestrange shot through the left exit just as Edgar Bones ran through the right, both rushing over to their respective siblings. Harry watched Edgar as he helped his sister up and gently helped her walk over to where the infirmary was. As they vanished from sight, he turned his gaze over to the Lestrange brothers and a wave of fury and disgust wafted over him as he watched them being forcefully ejected from the antechamber by the aurors standing guard.

"Nothing will happen to him, right? Even though that spell could've killed her if it'd hit," He asked gruffly.

"You know the answer already," Flitwick replied, his lips pursed.

Harry nodded. Those assholes would definitely get away with it today, but not for long.

Their days were already numbered.

TBC.

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