HP: The Magical Gamer

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"Harry." Proserpina said gently as he walked out of the fireplace.

"Aunty." He greeted back with a smile, getting surprised when she took him in her arms and embraced him tightly before pulling away.

There was a content smile on her face and lightness in her posture. Harry wouldn't have known the difference if he hadn't started spending time with her. But after the death of her husband, she just seemed so free and smiley. 

Obviously, she still acted the part of a widow in front of others, but she didn't need to do that in front of him. With him, she could be her true self.

"Call me Proserpina when we are alone, Harry. You have grown up enough to use my name now." She smiled slightly, ruffling his hair and running her hand through it.

"Okay, Proserpina." He said, testing the name on his tongue. It was a long name, he thought, but he didn't mind if she wanted to be called that.

"Come. We will continue in my training room." With that, she turned on her heels and left the living room. Harry followed closely behind her, sneaking peeks at her tight derriere. 

As usual. Honestly, it would be strange if he didn't. It had kind of become their thing where he ogled her shamelessly and she pretended ignorance.

To be honest, he didn't think Proserpina cared if people stared at her. She might even revel in it with how she dressed in gaudy eye-catching attires. 

She was one of the most beautiful women he had seen, just right behind his mother. So he wasn't surprised that she was comfortable showing off her body.

Today was no different. She had put on a long silky black dress that hugged her figure tightly. It had a moderate neckline and was sleeveless, the thin straps of the dress leaving most of her shoulders uncovered. 

Although he didn't think the back part of her dress needed to be so… snug around her backside. He could almost make out her arse cheeks moving beneath the fabric. It was kind of hypnotic, not letting him look anywhere else. 

Only the sway of her untied waist-length blonde hair caused him to look up from her bubble butt.

Truly, out of all the women in his life, Proserpina Greengrass was the one who paid the most attention to how she looked. She always tried to be elegant and succeeded in that endeavour. And he wasn't complaining. 

While he found naked women to be the most beautiful, classily dressed ones were a close second.

She led him into the bedroom, and yes, just like always, his mind was filled with dirty thoughts of fucking his blonde bombshell of an aunt. 

Then she opened the secret door and admitted him into the secret training room, halting that line of thought.

"Today, we will test the strength of your fire against mine." She started without much fanfare. "And don't hold back, Harry. I am capable enough to vanish the flames if I think it is too much for me."

Before she could walk away and take her position, he stopped her by taking her arm. "Actually, I have a gift for you."

He pulled out a silver necklace from his pocket and presented it to her. She smiled softly, knowing what it was.

"Isn't it the same one that saved Daphne's life on that cursed island?" She said, her mood souring at recalling her daughter's unfruitful quest. But she was glad that she would have extra security with this ornament.

"Yep. Seeing how it is so effective, I decided to make some more. This one's for you. I have another for Astoria too. Then after we are done here, I'll go to Tracey's house to give her one. Then there's Aunt Alice and Neville to visit. I have even made two for Uncle Sirius and Remus."

Proserpina's small smile turned big and proud as she caressed his face. "I see. That's adorably thoughtful of you, Harry. Although won't this reveal your secret to others?"

Harry decided to ignore the 'adorable' part and replied nonchalantly. "I have many secrets, Proserpina. Parting with one won't inconvenience me."

He didn't miss the glint in her eyes when she heard 'many secrets'. Heh, how easy.

She chuckled warmly. "Can you tell me again what this necklace exactly does?"

"It has three enchantments. The first one is Magical Immunity. You are totally safe from any type of harmful magic while wearing it. But the Killing Curse should still be avoided. Other than that spell, it will protect you against everything magical.

"On the off chance that the Killing Curse does strike you, the necklace will teleport you to Potter Manor before disintegrating. That is its second enchantment. The Teleporter spell. No wards or defensive magic can hinder it. And you can also manually teleport to Potter Manor by saying the password 'Safe Haven' while holding it between your fingers.

"The last enchantment is Mana Absorption. It draws ambient magic from your surroundings to power up your spells and give it an extra kick."

Harry finished his explanation and found her staring at him in awe and disbelief.

"That is brilliant. I don't think I possess any object with that level of enchantment."

"Thanks. Here, take it."

She looked at his proffered hand and got lost in her thoughts for a second, receiving an odd look from him. But she suddenly offered him a sly grin, as if hit by some great idea, before turning around in her spot. 

"Put it on me yourself, Harry. Consider it a reward for being so sweet and caring."

Harry didn't understand why she thought it could be considered a reward until his gaze fell down on her plump bottom which was sticking out a bit. 

His eyes widened comically. Was that intentional? Was she inviting him to cop a feel? Surely not!

Shaking his head and smiling amusedly to himself about his funny thoughts, he leaned forward to put the necklace on her neck. What he hadn't expected was for her to step back simultaneously and press herself against him.

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