Chapter 23 - Ch: 76-81 (Complete)

Chapter 76: Surprise Visit

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A/N: Now let's find out what Apolline is doing in Amelia's office…

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Admittedly, Harry already knew that Amelia was meeting with one of his women in her office even before stepping inside. He could feel the connections to every single member of his Wizard's Coven at all times and therefore knew that two of the women who had willingly bound their magic to him were in the room beyond, not just one.

He also could have dug a little deeper to find out exactly who Amelia's guest actually was… but where would the fun in that be? Indeed, by not reaching out along that connection to verify the witch's identity, he's left pleasantly surprised when she turns around as the door closes shut behind him and reveals herself to be Apolline Delacour, Matriarch of House Delacour.

Raising an eyebrow at the beautiful half-veela sitting across from Amelia, Harry grins even as he strides forward.

"Well now, isn't this a pleasant surprise. Though I have to wonder what brings you all the way to the Ministry, Lady Delacour."

Huffing, Apolline rises from her chair and moves to meet him. Of course, their ensuing 'hug' starts out rather intimate and quickly descends into debauchery. They kiss one another even as their hands start to wander. Harry's go to Apolline's ass, giving it a good solid squeeze as he enjoys the Veela Matriarch's lips on his own. Apolline though is the one who escalates things, her own hands disappearing into his robes and quickly fishing out his cock to begin stroking it right there in the Minister's Office.

Not that said Minister is complaining all that much. When Harry and Apolline finally break away from one another for air, Amelia is still seated in her chair but is also biting her lower lip and squirming visibly in arousal. Grinning, Harry keeps one hand on Apolline's ass even as she curls into his side, taking her not to the chairs in front of Amelia's desk, but to a couch off to the side where they can sit… together.

Apolline doesn't hesitate to grab one of his hands and guide it between her legs once they're sitting down, leaving Harry to finger her while she continues to give him a handjob right then and there in front of the Minister of Magic's eyes.

To her credit, Amelia manages to maintain her composure for the time being, even if Harry can see in her eyes how much she wants to throw decorum to the wind and move to join them. Her eyes keep flicking down to his naked, throbbing cock in particular, which she would probably love to put in her mouth right about now.

That she doesn't do so speaks to the very professionalism that prompted Harry to push for her to become Minister of Magic in the first place all those years ago. Instead, Amelia clears her throat and fixes her gaze on his face, refusing to let her eyes drift below his shoulders again.

"I was expecting you to visit hours ago, Harry. When news first reached me that you'd finally taken your rightful place as Chief Warlock, I figured I would be the first person you would come see. It is tradition, after all."

Her words might have been taken as an admonishment but Harry can tell by her tone that it's not how Amelia intends them. Instead, she's more a mixture of intrigued and maybe a little hurt that he didn't come to her first. But mostly, she's just curious what took him so long.

Harry grins lopsidedly, even as Apolline moans into his ear beside him, her pussy getting wetter and wetter around his fingers. The beautiful veela MILF shudders on his digits, cumming for him and staining Amelia's couch… but to be fair, it wouldn't be the first time significant amounts of sexual fluids got on the Minister's couch since Amelia took up the post. Magic was great at cleaning up those sorts of messes.

"Ah, well… tradition being what it is, I found myself wanting to check on things in the Department of Mysteries first and foremost. My new authority gave me greater official access than I had previously, after all."

Knowing how important the work the Unspeakables are doing down in the DoM is, Amelia purses her lips but nods in reluctant agreement.

"Of course, when the Head Unspeakable decided to reveal herself to me, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to bind her magic and have her join the coven."

Amelia's eyes widen in shock and even Apolline jolts a little in surprise at his side.

"The Head Unspeakable revealed themselves to you, Harry? Even I don't know their true identity! Who is it?!"

Harry hums for a moment as Apolline resumes humping his hand like a bitch in heat. Then, he shrugs.

"Dolores Umbridge, if you could believe it. I never would have guessed."

Honestly, the moment the words leave his mouth, even Harry feels nasty for saying them. Amelia goes pale and starts to look rather green in the gills at the idea. Only Apolline doesn't react, mostly because the French Witch has no idea who Dolores Umbridge is.

"… I'm kidding. God, I couldn't even keep that up for a moment. Could you imagine? Thank Merlin it wasn't the case."

Dolores Umbridge… even the idea gives Harry the chills. He would never touch that toad of a woman with a ten foot pole. Frankly, to this day he was still on the fence about whether to have her suffer an 'unfortunate accident' or not. But no, in the end she was still alive… for now. She was also still with the Ministry of Magic.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. That was the old adage, right? Well, Harry didn't fully subscribe to the idea, but there was something to be said about keeping someone like Dolores where they could see her and out of any position where she might cause trouble.

She'd been demoted after Fudge resigned and put in a minor position within the Ministry's incredibly large bureaucracy. Everything she did was double checked of course, and her chances of ever finding herself as high as Senior Undersecretary again were nil. But it was still better to have her too busy working for them to get up to any trouble. Either that or dead… and for now, Harry hadn't decided to kill her outright yet.

Amelia looks relieved, but still a little ill. Harry, meanwhile, just shakes his head.

"Sorry, that was perhaps a bit too far. As for the Head Unspeakable's real identity… I won't be sharing that with anyone unless she wants me to or decides to reveal herself to you. You know now that it's a woman and that she's bound to me. That is more than enough."

He doesn't say 'that should be enough', because everyone in this room knows that Harry is in charge. Therefore, it IS enough… and Amelia doesn't even hesitate before nodding, her cheeks flushed as she bites her lower lip.

"As you say, Master."

Feeling a little bad still about the Dolores thing, Harry sighs and gestures for her to join him and Apolline. The Minister of Magic doesn't miss a beat. She rises from her chair… and barely even pauses when he vanishes her robes and clothing with a flick of his magic.

Underneath her clothing, constantly writhing magical silk ropes slide all over the Minister's body, exposing her for the sexual pervert and deviant that she truly is. Nobody knows it, but all throughout her days here at the Ministry, Amelia is almost always bound up and constantly on the edge of a pleasurable climax thanks to the rope.

Normally, the magical rope moves with a mind of its own… but Harry can take control whenever he needs to. He does so now, tugging Amelia down onto her hands and knees, where she happily crawls the rest of the way across the floor of her own office to nestle herself between his legs.

Apolline smirks as she guides his cock down onto Amelia's waiting tongue, after which the gorgeous Minister of Magic proceeds to slide her lips down his length and begin bobbing up and down on his cock.

"… After I bound the Head Unspeakable, she pushed for me to finally do so with Hermione as well. That's what ultimately made it take so long for me to visit you, Amelia. I needed to make Hermione's binding special, so we had to leave the Department and Ministry behind for a bit to do so."

Amelia makes a noise of understanding around his cock, her eyes lidded now as she slides her tongue along the underside of Harry's shaft and moves to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth until he's finally going down the back of her throat with every bob of her head.

At his side, Apolline snickers at Amelia's response.

"Somehow, I don't think our lovely Minister cares that much anymore. I think she's happier that you're here now, Harry~"

Chuckling, Harry curls his fingers in just the right way inside of Apolline's cunt, causing the Veela MILF to gasp and moan and shudder her way through yet another orgasm.

"A-And so am I, of course… ah, t-thank you~"

Humming, Harry just enjoys the moment for a bit. Between Amelia's oral technique and Apolline's moans and rubbing against him like a cat, there's a LOT to enjoy about all of this. Though eventually he can't quite keep his curiosity at bay any longer.

"Alright, spill. Why are you here in Britain, Apolline?"

The Delacour Matriarch grins at him wickedly, her full breasts pressed into him as she looks up into his eyes.

"Why else would I be here, Harry? I came for you, of course."

Harry raises an eyebrow at that.

"And yet I find you here, in Amelia's office."

Humming, Apolline just nods, still grinning.

"Yes. I thought I might, mm, need her help to… nail you down so to speak."

A derisive snort leaves the Chief Warlock's nostrils as he glances down at Amelia. With his cock in her mouth and his fingers in Apolline's cunt, it feels more like he's the one nailing them down right now. But then perhaps that's a bit… deceptive. He IS certainly occupied with the two of them and has no intentions of going anywhere…

"Alright. So you have me right where you want me. Why do you need me 'nailed down', exactly?"

Apolline hums, running a finger along his chest for a moment before sighing. Her previous amusement seems to fade away as she rapidly sobers up and becomes… almost somber in her demeanor.

"It's time, Harry. I've finally managed to convince the Veela Coven of the necessity. They're willing to agree to our terms, but they have some conditions."

Harry straightens up, suddenly much more engaged with what Apolline is saying. He pulls his fingers out of her cunt, something that causes the Delacour Matriarch to whine but not complain. Of course, he still keeps his other hand on the back of Amelia's head, letting her continue sucking his cock as he stares Apolline down.

"Conditions. This is the fate of the world we're talking about and they have… conditions?"

Apolline gives him a look.

"They've finished their own investigations. They agree with us that something has to be done. Magitech will help a lot, but there's still the issue of muggles potentially killing us all in the process of murdering each other to be worried about. However… they aren't entirely sure if they trust you with that power."

Before he can do much more than furrow his brow at that, Apolline is quick to continue on.

"They just don't know you like I know you… like WE know you. And of course, someone like me… they aren't necessarily willing to trust that I'm unbiased or impartial. Because clearly, I'm not. Frankly, we're lucky that they haven't kicked me out altogether."

Harry just grunts.

"You said they're willing to agree to our terms, but from the sound of it, they aren't on board at all, Apolline."

"Ah… w-well… maybe it would be more accurate to say they've given us a counteroffer, Harry. They have agreed to let you bind the magic of every single adult veela in the coven to yourself. That would be over two hundred women of varying amounts of veela blood, to be clear."

Harry's breath hitches at the number. He'd known it was large, he just didn't know how large. He had quite a few witches bound to him, but not too many. The vast majority of Harry's magical power came from draining Voldemort and his followers and while that had made him the single most powerful wizard in the world and perhaps all of magical history, it still wasn't 'two hundred veela' powerful.

Of course, one might wonder why Harry thought he needed two hundred more women bound to him. At the end of the day… there were just too many muggles. It was impossible to keep a proper eye on every muggle country across the entire planet at all times. And that was to say nothing of the muggle groups who weren't attached to any given country or nation.

Even as he was relying on Hermione and Andromeda to develop magitech capable of marrying magic to muggle technology and stopping the slow decay of their civilization, Harry also needed enough power to be able to handle any muggle stupidity that threatened the more immediate annihilation of the world. Especially since the wizarding world was part of said world.

"What exactly are their conditions? What is this 'counteroffer' you're talking about Apolline?"

She hesitates for a moment before finally biting the bullet.

"… They want you to put your money where your mouth is, so to speak. If you're going to bind all of them… then they expect you to bind ALL of them. At once. No breaks, no pausing. Just you and two hundred powerful veela… for however long it takes."

Harry blinks rapidly at that. They wanted him to bind them all in a row? Back to back? Or rather, in some sort of endless orgy marathon? It doesn't take him long to figure out what's going on.

"They're expecting me to succumb, aren't they? They think they can usurp control of the Wizard's Coven from me and turn me into their pet."

Apolline winces.

"They put it more diplomatically… in their eyes, if you truly believe the threat is so great, then you won't mind if they come out on top and handle things more… democratically among themselves. You and the rest of us… we would all have a vote too of course but given there's a relatively small quantity of us compared to them… the Veela Coven would largely wind up in charge of all that magical power. They've tried to assure me that they would take your advice into account on how to use it… but you wouldn't be in charge if you failed."

Damn. On the one hand, Harry could see where they were coming from. On the other hand, he didn't trust them to do what needed to be done. The risk was heavy, but if it paid off… then he would have all the power he needed to accomplish his final goals.

"What do you want to do, Harry?"

Harry hums for a moment… before making his decision.

Chapter 77: The Veela Coven

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A/N: Harry makes his decision and things are arranged for him to run the gauntlet~

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Of course, just because Harry has made his decision doesn't mean he's not going to at least hear out other opinions. He knows what he prefers to do in this situation, but all the same, he looks between Apolline and Amelia and smirks.

"And what do my two wisest advisors think I should do next?"

Both women pause at that, before finally Amelia pulls off of his cock with a pop and gives her opinion from where she's currently kneeling between his legs.

"… I think it's a huge risk, Master. But you haven't gotten to where you are without taking huge risks. If you think you can handle them, then I have faith in you."

Harry hums and smiles down at his pet Minister of Magic. He always appreciated her feedback. Over the years, as Harry had proven himself capable of the impossible time and time again, Amelia's objections to his hare-brained schemes had become weaker and weaker. She wasn't lying when she said she had faith in him, though at the same time her doubts were acknowledged and appreciated.

Moving his gaze from Amelia over to Apolline, Harry raises an eyebrow at the Lady Delacour. Apolline graces him with a savage grin.

"I think… they're underestimating you, Harry. Dramatically."

Oh? Harry hums.

"How so?"

"Simple… they don't know just how much power you have at the moment. They're just guessing. To be fair, normally that guess would be relatively accurate. They know how many witches you've bound to your Wizard's Coven and from there they should be able to safely quantify your power under normal circumstances. However…"

Harry's eyes widen as he realizes what she's saying. The Veela Coven knows about his harem. That doesn't really surprise him, Apolline has been negotiating with them for years on this and part of that diplomacy has been answering questions and what not.

However, something they've never asked and Harry has never told anyone outside of his inner circle (and Dumbledore) is what happened to Voldemort and all his followers. They don't realize that Harry isn't just wielding the power of a dozen or so witches… he's wielding the magical power of over sixty witches and wizards at this point.

Apolline just grins and nods as he finally realizes this somewhat large oversight on the Veela Coven's part. Tilting his head to the side, he looks at Apolline and chuckles.

"Do you think it will be enough of an advantage?"

Leaning forward, Apolline runs a hand down Harry's chest.

"I think it will be enough for someone like you to come out on top, Harry. Almost certainly."

Well then. With that stamp of approval… how could Harry do anything less than go for it? To be fair, that was what he'd already decided he was going to do to begin with. But still, it was nice to know the situation wasn't quite so lopsided as it first seemed.

They thought he was David going up against their Goliath, but in reality… they were the army that were about to blindly run headfirst into the sheer cliff-face of the mountain that was his power.

Grinning wickedly, Harry hugs Apolline close and pushes Amelia back down his cock. The beautiful witch happily returns to sucking him off as he shares a kiss with the veela sitting beside him before giving her a nod.

"Tell them I'll do it. They just need to arrange the time and place and I'll be there."

"Yes sir~"

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It takes a week before Harry finds himself in the French Alps where the Veela Coven that Apolline and her daughters hail from makes its home. The last time he was here was in the timeline that never was, where he'd come to investigate and found them all dead. Veela of all ages, strewn across the ground of their massive compound.

To say the sight had been chilling would be an understatement, truth be told. Really, that view… it marked the beginning of the end for Harry. Not this time though. He refused to fail them again. And if that meant he had to dominate them to make sure they all survived, then so be it.

The view this time around is a sight better, though it's perhaps meant to be intimidating. As Harry steps into the courtyard alone, he raises a bemused eyebrow at the rows upon rows of veela in cloaks arrayed before him. Just him and approximately two hundred veela, from those who have just become adults to those who are showing the barest hints of gray hair.

Veela didn't age like humans did. Not even wizards and witches. Where a wizard or witch might outlive a mundane human being by anywhere from fifty to a hundred years, they still eventually grew older looking, from gray hair to wrinkles and all the ways in which human bodies break down.

On the other hand, veela didn't suffer from such things. The rumor was that their distant relations to Phoenixes graced them with a bit of a boon in that regard. While they didn't necessarily live any longer than wizards and witches, a veela would never show their true age after a certain point. They might eventually go grey, but they would never wrinkle, their skin constantly rejuvenating until they eventually passed away.

So basically, Harry was probably looking at veela anywhere from young adults to almost two hundred years old here… and the oldest looked just as beautiful as the youngest, if not more so.

If they seek to intimidate him with this show of force, they've gone about things the wrong way. But to be fair, how can they know that they last time he was here, they were all dead in their beds or strewn across the ground? Anything would be less heart-wrenching and soul destroying than that view.

Standing there at the entrance, Harry focuses on the one that stands apart from all others. Looking at him with a regal bearing, he knows immediately who it is, even before she introduces herself.

"I am the Matriarch of this Coven. I know no other name, nor no other duty. This flock is under my protection and authority. Come forth, wizard, and present yourself to me."

Striding forward without a single ounce of hesitation, Harry eventually stops in the exact center of the room. He sweeps his gaze around at all of the beautiful faces surrounding him, before looking back to the Veela Matriarch. Silence falls until Harry breaks it with his own introduction.

"Well met, Matriarch. I am Harry Potter, Lord of House Potter and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."

The Matriarch gazes at him intensely, looking like a more mature, more imperious Apolline.

"You are also the self-professed savior of the world, no? Your claim is that you and you alone can save magic from what is to come. You come here to add our power to your own under the belief that your hands are the best hands for such power to reside in."

Her words might seem confrontational, but her tone is surprisingly conversational, as though she's simply discussing the weather. As such, Harry doesn't take it personally. He simply inclines his head in acknowledgment.

"I do believe that, yes."

The Matriarch smiles then, unclasping the hands she had together in front of her and spreading them wide.

"Today will decide whether you are wrong or right, Harry Potter. Today you will show us whether your convictions are stronger than our combined might. If you emerge victorious, this coven will submit itself to you. Not just its magic, but its wealth, its influence, everything it has to offer, will be yours. In exchange, if we prove to be stronger, we only ask that you do the same."

Harry squares his shoulders and clenches his jaw as he straightens up to his full height. The last few years have been good for him. A combination of the magic he's made his own and a regimen of potions has reversed any damage that his early years with the Dursleys might have done to his long term growth. He stands at his proper height of over six feet tall now, with broad shoulders and a stronger jawline than he'd ever had before.

Of course, handsome looks aren't exactly going to help him here.

"Agreed."

The Veela Matriarch's expression is almost entirely unreadable as she stares down at him from atop her perch. Finally though, she nods.

"Then let the gauntlet begin."

The sound of fluttering fills the chamber in an almost cacophony of noise as two hundred veela remove their cloaks at the same time to reveal the naked flesh underneath. Every last one of them exposes themselves to him… and at the same time, stops holding back their veela allure.

Frankly, it was kind of them to work so hard to suppress it before. Perhaps they thought if they didn't that he would feel the combined might of their allures on approach and be too afraid to continue. Maybe they just didn't want to give him a chance to back out.

It's a bit like being on a boat in the middle of a storm. Harry has never really felt the true effects of a veela allure before. Even back in the original timeline when he'd first met Fleur, he hadn't had any issues brushing off her supernatural beauty.

… Two hundred veela utilizing the allure all at once is something else, however. All of them are focusing their efforts entirely on him as well and Harry can see now why they thought they would be able to 'tame' him through this experience.

Standing absolutely still in the middle of the chamber, Harry watches as a younger group of veela make their way over to him, preening like haughty peacocks as they saunter up. There's not a single ounce of insecurity or nervousness among them, but then to be fair… what do they have to be insecure or nervous about? Their bodies are perfectly proportioned, their breasts a little smaller than their older counterparts but nevertheless pert and perky, and their hourglass figures on full display.

Plus, as far as they're concerned, he's struggling so much with their allure that he can't even move. But perhaps most interesting of all… is the familiar face among them.

Even as the group surrounds him, giggling and running their hands over his body, steadily stripping him naked, one steps forward with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed.

"Hello, Harry Potter."

Gabrielle Delacour is a year out of Beauxbatons at this point and it shows in the eighteen year old veela's beauty. She thrusts out her chin, even as she stares him down.

"Forgot about me, didn't you?"

It wasn't that he'd forgotten about her… he just wouldn't have expected the youngest Delacour to be allowed to be here. But perhaps that was his mistake. Gabrielle was a member of this coven after all, a veela the same as the rest of them. Of course she would show up. Of course she would participate.

Stepping closer, she runs a hand down his chest, all the way to his cock. The others seem to defer to her, pulling back from his genitals to allow her access. She wraps one hand around his dick, stroking it up and down towards fully erect as she gives him a smirk.

"I'm going to enjoy this."

Harry just stares back at her, watching as her smirk slowly becomes more fixed… before starting to falter. Her eyes dart down to his cock, which is quickly outgrowing her dainty hand. Frowning now, she reaches out and takes ahold of it with both hands, stroking him up and down and looking back to him with a growl.

"Well? Are you going to say something? Veela got your tongue?"

Its not even intentional, but the timing is perfect all the same. Harry smiles… as he finishes the last line and the ritual circle clicks into place. Every veela in the room pauses as the lines beneath their feet suddenly turn visible and start to glow.

At the same time, Harry reaches up and cups one of Gabrielle's pert breasts, causing the young veela to gasp from the contact as he gives her a wicked grin.

"Sorry. Just getting everything ready."

He takes a step forward and Gabrielle takes an involuntary step back. Gasps sound out around them both and all over the room as the coven realizes that their allures are seemingly having no effect on him. That's not entirely true of course… it's certainly something Harry is having to constantly deal with.

However, he has more than enough power to make it LOOK like their veela allures have no effect on him. With a dark chuckle, Harry looms over Gabrielle Delacour while expertly caressing her breast, playing with her nipple until it's rock hard and her lips are parted from panting heavily.

Then, he releases his hold on her and pulls free of her hands as well, his cock rock hard as he turns to face the rest of her group. The first wave are all young, clearly intended to wear him down if he proved to be more of a threat than expected.

Harry's green eyes sweep over the lot of them and they all freeze in their tracks, suddenly a lot less confident and a lot less certain of themselves than they were mere moments ago.

His grin widens further still as Harry raises an eyebrow… and a handful of them drop to their knees right then and there, overwhelmed by nothing more than his sheer machismo, or so Harry assumes. They crawl over under the disbelieving eyes of their peers and crowd around his cock, eager to feel him drag his hefty, throbbing meat across their faces and lips.

Finally, they start to devour his dick, sucking him off needily as Harry stands there and begins to plan out his route through the two hundred women surrounding him that he needs to bind and fuck today. Hell, it might not even be done by the end of the night. This could take several days.

But… he's in too deep to back out now. All that's left is to win.

Chapter 78: First Wave

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A/N: The end begins! There are only four chapters left of Lightning Strikes Twice at this point in time so get ready for a wild ride!

The first wave gets underway.

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Gabrielle Delacour, standing just outside of the circle formed of her peers, takes half a step forward… and then stops, freezing in place as Harry just looks at her. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to say anything. His 'Look' conveys all of it. She doesn't get to join in yet. She's going to stay right where she is and watch as he dominates and fucks all of her sexy friends into oblivion.

The eighteen year old veela whimpers but doesn't move a muscle. She stays right where she is, mere feet away from where Harry stands and quivers in anticipation and arousal. Meanwhile, the rest of this first wave of women crowd around him.

The initial group that dropped to their knees and crawled over get to worship his cock with their mouths and tongues, moaning happily as their hands play with their nubile young bodies all the while. The rest don't last much longer though before succumbing to his presence.

Harry doesn't have anything quite like a veela's allure, but he does have a presence all his own. Magic in spades, potent enough to draw in the lot of them like moths to a flame. It's just like with Fleur… except that she had to at least imbibe his seed to realize how special he was.

But that was back then, when he was only a fraction of his current strength. At this point, Harry is so far beyond his previous self it isn't even funny.

While the initial group of this first wave focuses on blowing him to the best of their abilities, eyes glittering as they look up at him with smiling, young faces, the rest of the first wave also slowly but surely crowds in. Some of them are uncertain, some of them are biting their lower lips, but they can't help themselves all the same.

Harry welcomes them with open arms and questing hands. His fingers glide over nubile flesh, moving across pert posteriors and perky breasts. His mouth is soon occupied by numerous tongues one after the other as each of them submits to a kiss one by one. His tongue duels with their tongues for brief moments before moving onto the next, but none of them offer anything in the way of resistance all the same.

Of course, this is only the beginning. The first wave represents the youngest adults among the coven and comes in at around forty or fifty in total. The rest of the two hundred veela that Harry is expected to bind or fall to today are still surrounding him and the initial group, watching on from the sidelines.

They don't seem worried, and unlike Gabrielle's generation, they aren't reacting to his magical presence in the same way. Or at least, they don't seem to be. Harry's green eyes, glowing with power, sweep across them all even as he enjoys the efforts of those around him. He doesn't fail to notice the hardened nipples or the slightest flush of pale skin. And he certainly doesn't fail to notice that some of them are beginning to perspire… as well as squirm, ever so slightly.

But beyond that, they maintain their composure all the same. Harry wonders how long that will last, even as he turns his attention back to the matter at hand. No point in putting the cart before the horse, after all. He would get to them later or not at all. But first… were these lovely ladies.

With a groan, Harry cums down one of their throats without pause, letting his seed flow into her mouth and down her esophagus as she swallows it greedily. The others of Gabrielle's generation are jealousy made manifest; their growls more adorable than intimidating as they all pout at him in equal measure.

But Harry is far from overwhelmed. He just smiles and with a simple flex of his will, pushes most of them back. They all fall to their knees then, even those who had been rubbing against him and letting him finger their pussies and play with their tits in equal measure.

Kneeling in a somewhat wide circle centered around him, they look up at him as though Harry is their god, the only man worthy of their worship. Meanwhile… he's already grabbed ahold of one of them and pulled her in. She comes willingly, eagerly even, giggling all the while as he leans forward to suck on her breasts.

Then, he picks her up off of the ground and impales her on his cock right then and there. She barely has time to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist before he's buried inside of her and she's gasping and moaning in surprise and enjoyment.

Without missing a beat, Harry begins to bounce the nubile young veela atop his dick, his mouth remaining on her pert tits as he sucks and slurps at her rock hard nipples. She's a perfectly sculpted beauty like pretty much every woman in this room, and she's also going to be the first of two hundred conquests. And he doesn't even know her name.

But then, he doesn't have time for learning her name. He doesn't even have time to go through the usual rigmarole where he questions her before binding her. Instead, Harry focuses his magic into something intent-based and prods her with it. It effectively 'asks' his questions for him while he's grunting and fucking her upon his cock hard and fast. Will she submit to him? Does she want to be his? Is she happy to be bound to him and join his Wizard's Coven?

The 'answer' that Harry gets back through his magic is a resounding 'yes'. And the best part about this being via magic rather than normal words is that Harry can tell she means it without any subterfuge or trickery. Oh sure, her elders definitely took her and everyone else surrounding him aside and told them what was happening today.

Everyone had gone in with both eyes open, knowing that they were accepting being bound to Harry's magic with the ultimate goal of usurping control of his coven and becoming the leaders with him subordinate to them.

But this first veela doesn't care about that plan anymore. She submits to him because she wants to submit. Because he's making her feel good and she's enjoying basking in the light of his magic. With a truly wanton moan, she cums hard on his cock and Harry cums as well, filling her up at the same time that he binds her magic to his, forming an ironclad connection between them.

The first of many, Harry is gentle as he pulls the spent young woman off of his cock and carefully sets her down among the others. Some of her friends still have enough of their faculties to take hold of her from him and help her to find a resting place. Though of course, they're immediately focused back on him again a moment later, staring at him with hungry eyes.

Harry has already grabbed the next veela before they've even turned their gazes back to him though. He fucks this one standing up, taking advantage of her flexibility to put one of her legs behind her head while he holds her steady and she balances on just one foot. Staring into her eyes, he once again reaches out with his magic… and soon enough, has the second of two hundred bound to him.

From there… well, things perhaps become something of a blur. Harry is single minded in his focus and completely dedicated to what he's doing, but at a certain point, it all just becomes nubile flesh and magic and glorious, glorious consent.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

As he moves through woman after woman, Harry wonders what the older generations of veela watching this must be thinking right now. Perhaps this is part of their plan. Perhaps they knew that the Gabrielle's generation would succumb to him and were trying to lull him into a false sense of security.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

They certainly don't seem overly stressed. Beyond reacting to his ever-expanding magic with hardened nipples, glistening wet thighs, and perspiring foreheads, they don't look worried or concerned about what's happening right in front of their eyes.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Maybe they think he can't possibly keep it up forever. They're not idiots, so they must think that even as he gains more power by conquering the younger among them, that he's nevertheless using up too much energy and will eventually get tired.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

After all, he's only one man and they are… legion. Under normal circumstances, there's no way he could possibly keep his eyes open long enough to bind all two hundred of them… right? Of course, that mistaken assumption is based on faulty knowledge. They believe they know how much power Harry has because they know exactly how many witches are in his Wizard's Coven.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

What they don't know and haven't taken into account is all of Voldemort's magic and that of his Death Eater followers. They don't realize what they're up against and by the time they do… it'll be too late.

SMACK! SMACK!... SMACK!

With a grunt, Harry fills up another nubile young veela, even as he connects their magic and binds her to him. Just like that though, he pulls out of her and moves to set her down… only to realize that they're done. Almost, anyways. All around him, moaning and writhing and giggling as they bask in his power, are nearly fifty veela, all of whom are now bound to him.

Just like that, Harry has almost doubled the magical power he can call upon. And he's not even slightly winded. Of course, there's still one member of the first wave left. Gabrielle herself. The beautiful young blonde is trembling where she stands, staring at him with wide eyes and clearly feeling a desperate need for his cock.

Moving over to her, Harry smiles tenderly, even as he takes her to the ground gently, pushing her onto her back and cupping one of her breasts. Her legs automatically spread and bend at the knee for him on their own, coming up into the air as she offers herself up instinctively.

Guiding his cockhead to Gabrielle's sex, Harry tilts his head to the side even as he rubs against her slit teasingly.

"I didn't forget about you, Gabrielle. What was it you said earlier? Ah yes… I'm going to enjoy this."

He thrusts forward a moment later, spearing the eighteen year old virgin veela on his cock right then and there. He takes her as she is, naked as the day she was born and completely and utterly submissive. Any impudence or attitude she'd shown earlier is wiped away by this point after having to wait for him to cum in almost fifty of her peers before he finally gave her the time of day.

Her sensitive body is one of the easiest instruments Harry has ever played, her shaking and shuddering and moaning out of this world as he begins to fuck her right there on the floor. Gabrielle quivers and trembles, mewling up at him, her face contorting in ecstasy all the while.

She cums for him… and then again and again, like she doesn't know how to turn it off. Harry just smiles as he takes her, moving his hand from her breast to her mouth and pushing his thumb against her lips. She opens up and happily sucks on the digit, staring up at him the entire time with eyes filled with lust and need.

His magic reaches out to her wordlessly but far from silently and she gasps around his thumb as she feels him envelope her in his power. The same questions that all of her peers were asked nonverbally, he now puts to her as well.

Gabrielle's eyes roll up in her skull as she feels his magic, but Harry isn't worried. This has happened with some of the others as well. Luckily, the way that Harry is 'asking' for consent to bind them transcends such things. The very essence of their being answers back to him, as it does now with Gabrielle.

With a loud, lewd cry, Gabrielle Delacour succumbs. She cums one last time around his cock as Harry feels the binding snap into place, making her his woman just as assuredly as the rest of this first wave. He's fucked her, he's bound her, and now she's his.

Harry pulls Gabrielle up off of the ground and into his lap as he fucks her for a little while longer before filling her with his seed. He lets her wrap herself around him as he sits back and enjoys her tender attentions and moaning kisses. Her lips are all over his face, jawline, and neck until finally, he's finished and pulling her off of him.

He would gladly cuddle with her some more under different circumstances and show her how good she was going to have it as one of his women… but alas, now was not the time nor the place. After all, things were far from over at this point. In fact, they were just starting to ramp up.

Gabrielle marks the end of the first wave of veela he needed to fuck silly and bind to him. But there are still almost a hundred and fifty more waiting in the wings.

As Harry sets Gabrielle down and rises to his feet, he looks around the room and raises an eyebrow, swallowing the urge to say something pithy like 'are you not entertained?!'. Not really the appropriate place for it, he figures.

Still… what next?

After a brief moment, he gets his answer as the second wave begins to move towards him. Nearly a hundred veela, the middle generation, moves in and begins to gently pull those he's already bound out of the way. A hundred beautiful, naked women crowd around him as Harry smirks.

So the first wave was just a scouting force, hm? This… this was the real test. Harry didn't mind. If anything… he was looking forward to this.

Chapter 79: Second Wave

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A/N: Only three chapters remain for Lightning Strikes Twice!

EDIT: Accidentally posted Chapter 80 first time around. So deleting and reposting Chapter 79. This is the correct chapter.

Time for the second wave~

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The far larger second wave doesn't act even remotely the same as the first. They approach him with hunger in their eyes and an aggression that makes it clear they think they have him right where they want him.

Briefly, Harry considers the idea of playing up what they expect from him at this point. He could pretend they have him on the ropes and are wearing them out. He could act like he's exhausted and lull them into a false sense of security.

Alas… when the first Incarcerous spells start flying, Harry can't bring himself to do it. As some of the veela try to bind him and hold him in place, his eyes flash and he turns their magic right back on them. Magical rope zipping in his direction stops in place, trembling for a moment before turning right back around and returning to sender.

One by one, the beautiful naked veela who tried to tie him up end up in bondage themselves, hogtied and on the ground as they squirm in place. Nobody stops to help them though, not even their own allies. Rather, they're each left where they lie, taking a good twenty out of the running for the time being right then and there.

He'll get to them later. First, he has dozens upon dozens of hungry, horny veela to attend to. These are the MILFs of the coven, to put it bluntly. The cougars remain on the sidelines, watching on. It wouldn't be right to call the oldest generation 'elders' even if that's what they are, purely because… well, none of them has a single gray hair or wrinkle to be seen.

Still, the cougars don't move a muscle. The MILFs though? They come in force. And Harry… Harry is there to meet them.

If they're surprised that he's not already close to succumbing to exhaustion, they don't show it. Much more experienced hands roam across his body, while also insistently grabbing onto his wrists and bringing his hands to theirs. Mouths slide across his naked flesh, slurping up sweat and pussy juices galore from the first wave.

Eyes glitter with avarice, hunger, and ambition as they all crowd around him, staring up at him with an aggressive delight that puts those of the younger generation to shame.

He'd been right to refer to the first wave as a scouting force. The second wave seems to believe they have his measure now. Even if he's not exhausted yet, they clearly believe he's been lulled into a false sense of security. Harry just smiles, even as he fingers gushing wet cunts, sucks on offered up tits, and feels his cock enveloped in warm, wet mouths one after the other.

Do they really think they have a chance? Its cute, in a way. At the same time… he's done holding back. They might outnumber him, with a hundred bodies, a hundred mouths, and a hundred pairs of hands… but where they were a hundred strong, he was a hundred in one.

His magic pulses out of him like a wave. Knees buckle, MILFs moan, and Harry's fingers drive up into twitching cunts as those two in particular orgasm upon his digits on the spot. In the same exact moment, Harry does something he's never done before. He reaches out and offers them the binding without actually inserting his cock into them.

They accept it, of course. Its what they're all here for after all. Their entire goal is to have him bind them all to him so they can overwhelm him with their magic. Of course, that doesn't stop their eyes from widening and then rolling back in their skulls as their tongues loll out of their mouths in a truly ridiculous fashion.

Their surprise is understandable though. Until now, Harry has never shown the ability to bind a witch without being buried to the hilt inside of their cunts. But today is a day for changes it would seem, and with how much power he has roaring through him already… he doesn't need to go off of the old rules anymore.

There's a brief pause as the two women he's just fingered to completion before connecting to their magic fall back, unconscious and looking quite satiated. But the rest don't let it hold them back for long. Harry just smiles and gets to work.

Everyone here wants the same thing, after all. There's no resistance, no reluctance. They want to be bound by him and Harry wants to bind them. The only divergence is in what everyone expects to happen at the end of all of this. They believe he can't handle the amount of magic they're offering him. They think he'll have no choice but to bow to their collective wisdom.

They couldn't be more wrong and Harry… Harry just can't be bothered to pretend otherwise. Nor can he be bothered to waste even a second beyond what he needs to at this point in time.

Flesh slapping against flesh, fingers in and out of orifices, his big fat cock pistoning freely in cunts and mouths. Harry shows no mercy and in return, the veela all around him fall one by one. His magic reaches out for theirs and they accept the connections again and again, allowing him to bind their magic to him, allowing him to make them part of his wizard's coven.

The amount of magic he has access to explodes as ten, followed by twenty, followed by thirty… all join the collective. They think that explosion will be too much to handle, but again, they don't have all of the information they need to know what's happening right now. They don't know that Harry came here today not with the magic of a handful of witches, but rather with the magic of over fifty flowing through him.

By the time Harry reaches the last twenty or so veela, who got themselves tied up by their own magical binding spells, he has an amused and somewhat affectionate smile on his face, even as he works his way through them all a few at a time. Lining them up in front of him in a row is easy, and from there he simply thrusts into one beautifully tight veela cunt while palming the asses of the two on either side before fingering them to completion.

Three by three, he binds the rest of the second wave. No doubt he's tackled them far faster than they expected. Far faster than the rest expected as well, he suspects.

Finally, with more than three quarters of the veela coven dominated, Harry rises to his feet and turns to the rest. The last group of veela left standing. The eldest and the wisest, the most experienced and long lived. Though looking at them, you certainly wouldn't know it at a glance.

Sure, their robes had been a little bit more ostentatious than the others, marking them as higher up in the coven. But once they removed those, they exposed bodies just as gorgeous and beautiful as that of the second wave. Paradoxically soft and firm in all the right ways. Full, matured… but none of them look a day over forty.

Harry's cock, still rock hard and ready for more, bobs up and down as he saunters out of the center of the chamber over to them all. He raises an eyebrow and quirks up the corner of his mouth in a smirk as if to say 'Well?'.

Out of the mix, the Veela Matriarch steps. Regal as ever despite her nudity, she looks at him for a long moment before smiling softly and dipping her head.

"We underestimated you, Harry Potter."

He's not even breathing hard. So yes, they definitely did. They thought to overwhelm him, but the truth was… Harry was ready for the amount of magic they offered up. He was ready and able to utilize it to the best of his abilities going forward.

"It happens a lot, if I'm being honest."

The Matriarch's lips quirk up a bit further at that. She sighs and steps further out from the others, walking up until his cock is hovering mere inches from her belly button.

"We have heard much from Lady Delacour about why you need us. Why you need our power. But I would hear it from you, Harry Potter. Directly."

Harry's shoulders tense just a bit. He gets the impression that this isn't as much of a done deal as it might seem. Despite him conquering three quarters of their entire coven, despite him dominating this encounter so far… he can tell that neither the Matriarch nor the other unbound veela are particularly worried.

They have a backup plan of some sort. A failsafe, perhaps that they believe they can rely on. Harry doesn't doubt that for an all-female species like them, living in a male-dominated world, they have contingencies in case the worst comes to pass.

He's confident that whatever they might try, he could stop it before it could happen with the magic he now had at his disposal. But at the same time… he doesn't want to have to do that. Not if it's not absolutely necessary. These women didn't have to be his enemies. In fact, he would vastly prefer them to be his allies going forward into a brighter future.

"… The magical world is dying, suffering under the growing threat of muggle technology. You've seen the evidence I've collected, and I'm sure you've done your own research as well."

The Veela Matriarch silently nods her head in acknowledgment and agreement with his words so far.

"The British Department of Mysteries, with my help, currently works to wed magic to muggle technology, something we will call magitech, which will allow us to bridge the gap. We are close to a breakthrough and the moment will soon arrive where muggle technology will no longer damage our world… but strengthen and empower it."

Silence continues to reign as the Matriarch and her fellows soak this in. None of them can find fault in what Harry is saying, but it's what he's NOT saying that keeps them quiet. After all, if Harry is telling the truth… why does he need so much personal power?

He understands their fear. That he might become a tyrant with the amount of magic he's gained here today is a very real possibility. But… it IS needed.

"What you do not know… is that I did not just happen upon the dire situation we find ourselves in. I am from the future, a future where we failed to notice the situation until it was much too late, a future where far, far too many people died. Where magic itself nearly died."

Harry doesn't tell them their own fate. He wants to keep this at least partially clinical, even as he reveals his greatest secret.

"I came back to stop that future from happening. To save our world. But the problem isn't just muggle technology. It's muggle weapons."

That gets a stir from the assembled veela. The Veela Matriarch in particular narrows her eyes.

"Their weapons? You speak of these… guns we've heard about? Capable of firing lead projectiles at such speeds that they rip and tear through flesh?"

Harry smiles wanly and shakes his head.

"If only. I speak of the muggle devices detonated over Japan that have all but annihilated the ancient magic traditions there. I speak, Matriarch, of nuclear weapons. The muggles have existed in a perpetual standoff with one another for over half a century now. A standoff with their fingers on the trigger of matching arsenals of these weapons. If they wanted to, they could end all life on this planet in a single day and we… we wouldn't be able to stop them."

To be fair, in the future that never would be, stopping them was precisely what the remnants of the magical world had done. Just… too late by far. By the time that they realized World War Three was happening, so many nuclear warheads had already been launched. Some were dealt with. Some were hastily stopped from firing.

The muggles succeeded in wiping out their civilization, but not all life from the planet's surface. There were still survivors, all thanks to wizards and witches who had started dropping like flies soon after due to just how much radiation was in the air.

In some areas, muggle enclaves survived the fallout. But nowhere left on Earth was safe for anyone who had an ounce of magic in their bodies.

That was what Harry needed the power of two hundred veela to stop. He had the knowledge. He had the forewarning… but he needed magical power beyond what anyone had ever wielded before so he could put an end to the muggles' attempts at destroying themselves once and for all.

"… You truly believe everything you say."

The Veela Matriarch's voice is faint, her face pale. The others don't look much better. Harry, jaw set in a thin line, just nods grimly.

"I have seen what is to come if we do not take action, Matriarch. Therefore, I must take action. That is why I need you, all of you, to grant me your power. That is why I can't stop. The future of the world relies on me being capable of stopping the coming end."

Silence reigns as Harry waits for a moment to see where they will fall. Finally, the Matriarch bows her head and the other older women of the coven all do the same.

"We understand. You will have our support. Take me, claim me here and now… and bind us all in one fell swoop."

Harry's eyes widen as he realizes what she's implying. All it takes is a simple spell to allow him to see that the fifty or so remaining veela in front of him… are all bound to their Matriarch already. This was their last trump card, now turned into a form of expediency as they submit.

Letting out a low, shuddering sigh… Harry steps forward to claim his destiny.

Chapter 80: Final Wave

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A/N: Only two chapters remain for Lightning Strikes Twice!

Harry is finally making it to the end of the line.

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Striding forward, Harry doesn't mince words. It was time to finish this… passed time in fact, given a quick check tells him that they've already been at this for over twenty-four hours. A day and some change had passed since Harry had begun the process of 'conquering' the Veela Coven in its entirety.

Thanks to the capitulation of the last 'wave' of beautiful, ethereal, inhuman women, they'll even be done before dinner at this rate. But first… Harry has to do what he does best. That doesn't mean he's going to rush things, however. Nor is he going to be a brute about it.

Reaching up, he casually cups one of the Veela Matriarch's full breasts. The older woman is just beginning to sag a little bit, making her shapely bosom almost perfect in it's appearance. Not too perky, not too saggy. Just… right.

Her breath hitches as he casually fondles her chest, first with one hand, then with two. He can see the question in her eyes, why he's taking his time, but they both know Harry doesn't owe her anymore answers. He's already told her his greatest secret, after all.

Finally, pinching her nipples firmly between his fingers, Harry begins to gently tug… downwards. The Matriarch shudders before slowly descending to her knees right there in front of him. Submission… it was all about submission, in the end. Her submission. His dominance.

She looks up at him for a long moment before opening wide and letting her tongue loll out like she's rolling out the red carpet. Smirking, Harry takes ahold of his cock and moves forward, pushing his throbbing member between her spread lips and into her mouth.

The older woman takes him like a champ, even as he feeds inch after inch past her lips. His other hand comes down atop her head, his fingers carding through her silver-blonde locks as he begins to massage her scalp. The Matriarch's eyes widen slightly before half-rolling back in her head from the sensation, her muffled moans reverberating up and down his pulsating length as Harry enjoys the first of her warm, wet holes.

While she sucks his cock, the others all watch on, some of them expressionless, some of them blushing, some of them perhaps a little disapproving. The Veela Coven is not entirely a monolith after all. They certainly aren't a hive mind. Each and every one of them is their own person, with their own thoughts about what's happening.

However, as a group they've decided to do this. They've decided to join with them, setting aside any of their own personal feelings for the sake of everybody. Given that it's the damn world that's at stake, Harry appreciates their selflessness. After all, no matter what they might think of him, he's going to save them all alongside everyone else. It's just easier if they don't resist his help.

The Veela Matriarch, bobbing up and down on his cock, definitely isn't resisting him. Harry groans and tosses his head back as he tips over the edge, his potent magical seed exploding forth from his balls and traveling down his length.

He offers no warning, but not out of spite or any malicious intent. Rather, he knows it's unnecessary and he's proven right a moment later as the Matriarch handles his seed like a champ, swallowing every last drop and gulping it down until his balls are drained dry and there's nothing left. At least for a moment.

Even as she's pulling back off of his cock, her cheeks flushed from the magical power he's just poured down her throat, Harry's member remains rock hard. His balls are already churning again with another load. Looking between it and him, the Veela Matriarch pants, her beautiful breasts heaving up and down with every breath she takes as she waits for what is to come next.

With a flick of his hand, Harry conjures a Chaise Lounge fancy enough that any nineteenth century noblewoman would be happy to faint upon it. Of course, the Matriarch isn't in the business of fainting… she's much too tough for that.

Still, he pulls her up and lays her down on the furniture, spreading her legs wide and moving between them. The Matriarch gasps as his cockhead, covered in her rapidly drying spit, splits her drooling slit open a moment later. Her lower lips spread wide just as her upper ones did as Harry fills her with his cock.

One hand goes to the back of the older woman's neck, gripping firmly as he makes sure she continues to look him in the eye while he fucks her. The other hand goes to her chest again, casually groping one of her tits and playing with the nipple.

She does her best to keep her composure of course, but between his magical seed in her belly and the sensations Harry is invoking within her, it's not long before the Matriarch is moaning up a storm and shuddering beneath him in ecstasy.

There's no doubt in anyone's minds whose in charge here, but Harry is nevertheless gracious in victory, even as the Matriarch proves to be quite humble and submissive in defeat. At the end of the day, there would be no bad blood as far as Harry was concerned. They had their worries and had set out to try and satisfy those worries in the best way they knew how, by attempting to enforce some form of oversight over him.

That hadn't worked out for them, but while they could certainly have been sore losers about it, they ultimately weren't. And that… that made all the difference in Harry's eyes. Their collective submission, for all that not every single one of them was happy about it, was exactly what he needed from them.

As he drives himself deep into the Matriarch's cunt over and over again, reaching the entrance to her womb with every thrust, Harry reaches out with his magic. He feels her magic reach out in response, already coaxed into a submissive state of its own by the load of seed he deposited into her belly.

At the same time, Harry can feel the other women all around them who he hasn't claimed yet. They've connected their own magic to the Matriarch's, not quite in the same way as his ritual works, but something similar. It's a lot less permanent and as a result, a lot flimsier. Any one of them could pull away and disconnect from the whole right now if they wanted to.

None of them do, even as Harry begins the process of connecting his own magic to theirs and binding them as he has the rest of their coven. However, before he can complete the process, the Veela Matriarch reaches up and grabs him, pulling him down so that their foreheads are touching together as she shudders in ecstasy and bliss under him.

"You must claim me in every way imaginable, Harry Potter. You must leave no part of me untouched."

Harry blinks, quickly deducing what she's talking about. The only real question he has is whether she's serious… or simply using this as a chance to fulfill her own fetishes. In the end though, does it really matter? Whether it's a necessary step to secure his dominion over the Veela Coven directly, or simply a necessary step to make their leader happy so that she will be a loyal and faithful subordinate… it's really the same thing in the end.

Chuckling, Harry lifts the Matriarch up off of the Chaise Lounge and with a flex of his will and magic, transfigures the conjured piece of furniture into a throne.

From there, he plants his ass upon the throne and having pulled the Veela Matriarch off of his cock in the process, he's spun her around to face everyone else. From the first wave of young, nubile veela to the second wave of MILFs and matured ladies, to the final wave of cougars and utterly gorgeous 'elders'.

All three groups are there watching. Some might have gone off for food and water, or even to sleep given how long this has all been going on. But at the moment, the vast majority are in the chamber and get to watch as their leader is ceremonially brought down upon his cock, her ass cheeks spreading wide open as his dick burrows between them and slowly but surely penetrates her anus.

Letting out a lewd cry, the Matriarch shudders and quivers as Harry begins the process of taking her anally. She moans wantonly and mewls happily, even as he fills the last of her three holes. Claiming her last orifice, Harry reaches out with his magic once again, even as her ass touches his crotch, the base of his cock nestled between her buttocks.

Funnily enough, it does feel a little bit easier to connect to her magic and thus the magic of the last remaining unbound members of the Veela Coven. Almost as though the act of watching him take their leader anally has eased them a bit further and made them all happier.

Harry doesn't shake his head or snort derisively, but damn if he doesn't feel kind of amused even as he wraps his arms around the Veela Matriarch's midsection, one hand going up to grope at her bouncing, jiggling bosom. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the chamber, even as Harry finishes them off, binding the last veela to himself, taking their magic and adding it to the collective.

With this, he has the magic of over two hundred and fifty witches, wizards, and veela at his beck and call. His power has nearly quintupled in size and he can feel the difference. Harry doesn't want to necessarily get ahead of himself, but he imagines he could reach across the entire damn world with this much magic and do whatever needed doing from anywhere on the planet.

That was good, because that was precisely what Harry was planning on doing. It was just like he'd told the Matriarch, in the end. Harry hadn't told a single lie. He needed their magic to stop the muggles from killing themselves on purpose and the wizarding world on accident.

Hermione's work in the Department of Mysteries, backed by Andromeda's support, would be critical for their long term future, but in the short term… Harry lets out a low breath and closes his eyes, allowing them to drift shut as he almost goes on autopilot while fucking the Veela Matriarch in the ass.

While his body remains behind, Harry's mind expands, his presence stretching out beyond the Veela Coven's Mountain Compound. It's not quite right to say he can blanket the entire world with his consciousness or anything like that. That's still a vast amount of space. But he can reach out to the places he needs to reach out to. He can feel the nascent power that would, if not dormant, destroy even his vast stores of magic without him able to do anything about it.

It wasn't just enough to remove the muggles' weapons and their capacity to wage world-destroying war upon one another. Vanishing the nuclear stockpiles of the world's so-called 'superpowers' would only result in them all panicking and making dumb decisions.

And sure, maybe those dumb decisions wouldn't harm the wizarding world quite so much, but it would still likely result in untold loss of muggle life and have knock on effects on magical communities across the globe. Both of which were unacceptable in Harry's opinion.

Stretching himself out quite thinly, Harry begins the process of emptying out stockpiles of nuclear warheads around the globe, while painstakingly making sure that the muggles see nothing out of the ordinary on their end. It's not easy, by any stretch of the imagination. Each muggle nation with nuclear capabilities has their own methods of keeping their weapons secure and making sure they remain ready to be fired at a moment's notice.

Magic is the great equalizer though. With the power of over two hundred and fifty magical individuals behind him, Harry circumvents security, confuses muggle eyes, and ultimately leaves not even a single sign of what he's doing behind.

By the time Harry is done, the only way that the muggles will be able to realize they've been robbed is if they fire off a nuclear device. Because of course, if they do so… nothing will happen at this point.

Fortunately for Harry and the wizarding world, there SHOULD be another decade or so before the muggles try to start World War Three. Obviously, he wasn't going to wait that long before dealing with the problem, admittedly.

He would rather risk the muggles discovering the loss and panicking than them going off early. Harry hadn't done anything directly in the muggle world since coming back in time before now, so there SHOULDN'T have been anything that could start World War Three early, but just in case there was, he wasn't about to chance it.

With his work done and the muggles none the wiser, Harry pulls himself back into his body just in time to thrust up into the Veela Matriarch's ass one last time before ejaculating deep within her. She moans happily at getting her bowels filled with his magic-laden seed, her body shuddering and spasming in front of all of the onlookers.

Harry just smiles, green eyes flashing with power as he looks out across the two hundred new women who now call him Master.

Everything had come together.

Chapter 81: World War Three

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A/N: Only ONE final chapter remains for Lightning Strikes Twice!

World War Three.

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War. It's not something that happens suddenly, despite what the uninformed might think. To the unwashed masses, war can probably feel very sudden indeed, but to those at the top making the decisions, war is usually the last port of call. It represented a breakdown in relations that tended to span months, years… even decades if one was willing to look back that far. War was merely an extension of diplomacy, as well as a byproduct of its failure.

Nuclear Armageddon, likewise, was not something that just suddenly happened one day. To Harry and the rest of the Magical World, who were already dealing with their own rather pressing crisis, it certainly came without warning in the original timeline. They barely had the time to try and stop some of it, and with how many they'd already lost, they hadn't been able to do much.

The world had ended the first time around with both a whimper and a bang. Obviously, Harry wasn't about to let that happen this time around. When the day finally came where tensions reached their breaking point, where it all bubbled over… he was ready. So ready, in fact, that he found himself waiting around for decades this go around, simply because he'd gone back far enough in time to give himself the necessary wiggle room.

Decades to help the Wizarding World overcome its greatest challenge by wedding magic and muggle technology. Decades to solidify his power, grow his magic even further, and expand his reach further still. Decades to have a truly remarkable amount of children. After all, it wasn't like his women were going to just wait. And neither was Harry.

By the time would-be Nuclear Armageddon arrives, Harry isn't just prepared for it, he's more incentivized than ever to deal with this shit completely and utterly, so that his children can grow up safely and happily in a healthy and whole world.

Of course, it helped that the worst weapons themselves were already taken care of. Even as more conventional conflicts between muggles grew in prevalence over the years after he'd surreptitiously taken away their nukes, they refrained from jumping to the Nuclear Option immediately.

Even still, now that Harry was actually paying attention to the rest of the world this time around, it was exceedingly obvious that everything was moving towards a point of no return. With his finger on the pulse, he was ready when it finally came. Though he had to admit… the reasons behind the outbreak of World War Three pissed him off to no end. It wasn't even ideological. No, it was greed, plain and simple.

Everyone was a little greedy sometimes. And a little greed wasn't even a bad thing, at least in Harry's opinion. Greed had its place, but this… the muggles got too greedy. And in doing so, they nearly ended the world.

In the end, it doesn't matter to him who tries to launch the first nuclear strike, because ultimately the attempt is registered and reacted to before they can even confirm that the nonexistent missile isn't even in the air. At least half a dozen countries retaliate within five minutes, all trying to blow each other and everyone else up at the same time.

Harry lets them try, of course. He watches as those with the greatest number of nuclear missiles among them panic upon realizing that the first set seem to have misfired, so they fire even more. Before long, thousands of nukes should be in the air… and aren't.

At the height of this panic and fear, Harry snaps his fingers and summons the architects of this apocalypse from all over the world to a special room he's prepared. A nice, big table dominates the center of the room, surrounded by cheap office chairs.

Men and women in uniforms, suits, and all sorts of dress attire appear out of thin air. Whether they were sitting or standing, they sit now in the chairs that Harry has prepared for them, a simple sticking charm making sure none of them can move without looking utterly ridiculous because there's an office chair stuck to their asses.

They freak out, of course. But they do so silently, because Harry has cast a blanket Silencing Charm over the entire room. Some of them realize the lack of noise quickly enough and begin to calm down. For others, having their voices taken away is the worst offense they've ever experienced in their spoiled rich lives, leaving them to grow redder and redder in the face as they try and fail to scream and shout.

Those, Harry casts a calming spell over, until finally everyone is silent because they're not speaking, rather than because they're magically compelled to be.

Finally, he steps forward out of the shadows and reveals himself, taking his place at the head of the table. Eyes widen at the sight of him standing there freely, his arms clasped behind his back.

"Greetings. I'm sure you're all very confused and very alarmed. Given that you were standing in your numerous War Rooms a moment ago, you're probably wondering how you got here and why. The how is simple… magic brought you here. The why is also very simple. You all just tried to end the world."

Harry sweeps glowing green eyes across all of them, his disappointment a palpable thing that pushes down on them like an invisible weight. To their credit, a handful of the people seated around the table actually look ashamed of their actions. Many more, however, look defiant and angry.

Smiling, Harry waves a hand. When nothing happens for a moment, he raises an eyebrow.

"You all may speak now."

Immediately, there's a cacophony of voices as nearly everyone speaks at the same time, demanding this or that at the top of their lungs. Some though remain quiet and thoughtful as they stare at him. They're the first ones to realize it… that everyone can understand each other right now.

Slowly, it dawns on the others too. Here in this room are a multitude of world leaders. Many of whom do NOT share a language. And yet, they soon see that the words coming from their counterparts' mouths do not match with the movement of their lips. A simple translation spell, making sure everyone could understand everyone.

Eventually, the angriest tire themselves out and slump back in their seats, seeming to realize that even with their voices back, their shouting is having no effect. One particular dictator even nearly gives himself a heart attack in his raging, though Harry notices and fixes the issue before it can become a distraction.

Finally, in the quiet that follows, one of the ones who didn't shout themselves hoarse speaks up.

"You're Harry Evans. CEO of Wizard Technologies."

Harry smiles at that, his eyes twinkling as he bobs his head. Indeed, Harry had not been idle in the time since he'd done away with the planet's nuclear arsenals. Once Hermione and Andromeda successfully managed to create the first examples of magitech, he'd pushed for more and those brilliant witches had delivered time and time again.

Not only was magic safe from muggle technology… but magical technology was now safe enough for muggle usage. As Harry Evans, he'd begun drip feeding magitech to the rest of the world over the last several years… and in the process, he'd taken their economies by storm. Magic was a lovely cheat code that made it so very easy to circumvent their systems and ultimately use them to his advantage. At this point 'Harry Evans' was well on his way to becoming the wealthiest man in the world.

"I am. As I'm sure many of you already know, magic is very real. Several of you have magical communities living within your borders that interact with your governments with semi-irregularity."

Another world leader speaks up then, snarling as he massages his throat.

"Isn't this a violation of your 'Statute of Secrecy'? Even if most of us in this room know of you, not everyone does. You're tearing down the veil for this."

Harry smiles thinly.

"Indeed. That's exactly what I'm doing. If not for this, then what? As previously mentioned, you all just tried to end the world. If I hadn't stepped in, there wouldn't have been anyone left to uphold the Statute of Secrecy. There wouldn't have been anyone left for anything."

There's some awkward shuffling at that… and some furtive looks. Harry chuckles dryly.

"Ah yes. I'm sure many of you had contingencies, didn't you? Underground bunkers where you would have survived the consequences of your own actions while everyone else perished. Let's start there, shall we?"

Harry snaps his fingers. Most of the room flinches, only to look increasingly concerned when seemingly nothing happens. Harry's smile makes a return as he explains.

"That was me filling in your bunkers. All of them. Every single one. Across the entire planet. I moved the people inside them up to the surface first of course. Consider your contingency plans scrapped. Probably should work a little harder on making it to the Moon, but we all know none of you are close to a habitable, self-sustaining moonbase yet. When you are… I'll be up there waiting for you."

That last quip is the one that causes the dam to break. Hands slam down on the table as a man in a fancy-looking uniform snarls.

"Ridiculous! We know full well the limits of magic! You claim things that are utterly impossible for a single wizard to pull off. Either you're lying, or all of your kind are in on this… this wanton provocation! Only, we know full well how little of you there are. You do not want to make war with a species that outnumbers yours by eight thousand to one!"

Its actually a little over ten thousand to one. The entire magical population on Planet Earth numbers under a million, while there are currently over eight billion muggles. Not that it matters. Harry just smiles… and snaps his fingers again. This time around, there's a very noticeable effect as the man who just threatened him and the Magical World disappears along with his office chair.

Everyone stares with wide eyes for a long silent moment before looking to Harry. Finally, one of them in particular speaks up in a trepidatious voice, her eyes flicking to the empty space beside her over and over again as she asks the obvious.

"What… what did you do to him?"

Harry smiles and doesn't bother mincing words.

"I killed him."

That sends quite the shockwave through the room, even as Harry tilts his head to the side, amused by their reactions.

"Why do you all think I brought your seconds along with you?"

The woman who'd asked in the first place, now Acting Leader of her nation, goes pale at that. So do many of the others, now eyeing those sitting next to them as if just beginning to truly realize the danger they're all in here.

"Not to worry. I'm not going to kill any of you unless you force my hand. Needless to say, threatening my people constitutes forcing my hand. As for whether I alone have the power to do all of this or not… does it truly matter? You have no defenses. When you try to develop countermeasures for me and my kind in the coming years, I will know about them and disabuse you of your projects one by one. This right here is a warning. Heed it… or lose everything."

Looks are exchanged all over the room. Nobody seems to know quite what to say. That's fine, Harry is about ready to wrap things up anyways. With a gesture, he turns on the bank of monitors on the wall behind him. They'd been hidden in shadow until now, but as they come to life everyone sees the same thing.

Specifically, it's an orbital view of the top of the planet from dozens of different Satellites. More specifically, it's an orbital view from dozens of THEIR Satellites. He's sure most of them don't realize it right now of course, but they'll find out when they go to confirm what they're about to see later on.

"This is the reason you lot tried to start World War Three."

Some try to protest that, but Harry cuts them off with a look.

"Don't try to deny it. The Northwest Passage through the Arctic has been a point of interest for many of you for decades now. Some of you have betrayed your closest allies over this. And for what? Because of greed, of course. You see a path to more power, more money, more success… and you crave it. You crave control."

Its utterly ridiculous. Many of the countries who had come into conflict in the last several years leading up to today didn't even have a reason to care about the Northwest Passage through the Arctic, mostly because they existed below the equator and therefore had better, more conventional routes.

Except there was a knock-on effect. The Northwest Passage represented a threat to their bottom lines. The melting of the Arctic allowing countries to transit through its icy waters instead of going South and around… well, it upset those who got wealthy off of trade going through their own territories.

And of course, then there were the numerous countries who did have borders touching the Arctic Circle. And they wanted to control the area as much as possible to either gain supremacy over their rivals… or keep hold of it in some cases.

The Northwest Passage was just the first of many safe routes and by itself shouldn't have been all that important. And yet, paradoxically given its icy location and watery state, it was the spark to light the flame of ambition and greed.

To be fair, a lot of them just needed an excuse and the Northwest Passage was that excuse. But now… now it would be a demonstration. Harry reaches out towards the monitors with a single hand and stands there silently. Nothing seems to happen at first. Finally, someone finds their courage and speaks up.

"What are you-?"

Just in time to fall silent as they see what everyone else sees on the screens in front of them. The Arctic Ice Pack at the center of the Arctic Circle has shrunk dramatically in the last fifty or so years, opening up advantageous shipping routes such as the Northwest Passage and others like it.

No more. Right before the eyes of the world's leaders, through their own satellites, they watch in real time as the ice returns bit by bit, expanding outwards until it covers the vast majority of the Arctic Circle once more.

With this, Harry is killing two birds with one stone. He's taken away their excuse for war and conquest… and given them an abject lesson at the same time. This is the depth AND breadth of his power. When he's finally done, Harry turns back to the assembled leaders of the world and smiles.

"I'm sure it will take all of you time to come to terms with the things that have happened here today. Some of you are already plotting against me right this moment."

More faces go pale as Harry meets the eyes of the ones who are thinking about ways to kill him and his. Harry lets his smile grow wider.

"I'm not going to kill you for that though. Thinking it is one thing. Trying to act on those thoughts… now that's another entirely."

Sweeping his gaze back and forth across the room, Harry clasps his hands together behind his back once more.

"To be clear, I don't really care if you still go to war with one another. Keeping your conflicts within the bounds of the rules your own United Nations have set should be fine enough. But if your fighting comes close to harming my people again, I will not be as kind as I was this time."

The looks on their faces make it clear they do not see any of this as 'kind', but then that's the point. Harry just chuckles and finishes up.

"So go ahead. Launch your invasions. Send your young and capable to die for your greed. But before you do so, I want you to consider each and every time whether or not you might be pissing me off in the process. Because I won't be punishing just your subordinates if a drop of magical blood is spilled or the land of magical peoples are pillaged. I'll take my grievances all the way to the top."

Deciding to leave it at that, Harry doesn't give any of them a chance to respond. Instead, they all vanish from the room between one moment and the next, appearing back in their War Rooms and their Ready Rooms and their prestigious offices all over the world.

The smartest among them might notice he didn't make a gesture before transporting them again. And maybe they'll realize he never had to make a single gesture in the first place. Or maybe they won't because they'll be just as distracted as the rest with the cheap office chairs still stuck to their asses.

… The sticking charm will wear off in another hour or so. Really, it's not like Harry is a monster or anything like that.

Notes:

I have a huge backlog of work on multiple other websites as well, so feel free to check me out there because it'll probably be a long time before I manage to transfer it all over to here, if that is indeed what I end up doing.