Lightning Strikes Twice (Harry Potter)(Time Travel)

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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.

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The Vote:

[X] Make Gabrielle wait until he's finished off every other veela in the first round - 65%

[ ] Take her first and bind her to his side so they can tackle her peers together - 35%

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