The next two weeks flew by for Harry, filled with productive days and fulfilling nights. Potter Manor, which had once seemed imposing and empty, was quickly becoming a home. He had fallen into a steady routine, balancing his training, studies, and personal life with surprising ease.
Every morning began with physical exercise—either a run through the sprawling estate grounds or weight training with Sirius, whose ghostly presence never failed to motivate Harry with snarky quips and encouragement.
Afterward, Harry would retreat to his study for breakfast, usually consisting of tea, toast, and a stack of books. The Occulmency texts Amelia had chosen were dense, but he found himself slowly grasping the basics of mental defence. When he needed a break, he'd dive into the Black Family Compendium of Magic, an ancient tome detailing obscure but powerful spells, many of which Sirius had insisted he learn.
Lunch was a social affair. Most days, Harry visited Grimmauld Place to catch up with the Weasleys and Hermione, enjoying the brief sense of normalcy their company provided. On rarer occasions, Amelia would join him at Potter Manor for a private meal, her sharp wit and laughter lighting up the otherwise quiet house.
The afternoons, however, were dedicated to training. Under the combined guidance of Sirius and Charlus, Harry's duelling skills had improved drastically. He was now proficient in several advanced battle spells, and the magical boost from his lordship ring gave him unparalleled stamina and control. With every session, Harry felt his confidence grow, and the shadow of Voldemort seemed a little less daunting.
While the days were productive, it was the evenings that Harry cherished most. Amelia was often free after work, and they spent nearly every night together, either at Bones Manor or Potter Manor. Some nights they strolled through the lush grounds of Bones Manor, enjoying the peacefulness of the gardens under the moonlight. Other nights were spent in her library, discussing books, politics, or magical theory. But more often than not, their conversations would turn personal.
Harry avoided discussing the Dursleys as much as possible, focusing instead on sharing his Hogwarts adventures. Amelia's laughter came easily during these stories, especially when he recounted tales of Lockhart's incompetence or the chaos of his first Quidditch match.
In return, Amelia told him about her childhood, growing up with her older brother and the challenges she faced as a member of the Bones family. Despite their different upbringings, they found common ground in their shared resilience and desire to protect others.
Every evening inevitably ended the same way—with Harry and Amelia locked in a passionate kiss, oblivious to the rest of the world. Harry had once joked that he could spend eternity kissing her, and Amelia had responded with a laugh and another kiss that left him breathless.
On one such evening, Harry found himself in Amelia's private study, sipping a glass of firewhiskey as they lounged together on a small loveseat. The warm glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the room, and the atmosphere was intimate and relaxed.
Harry was midway through recounting the story of the Basilisk and his encounter with Lockhart in the Chamber of Secrets. Amelia listened intently, her expression shifting between amazement and incredulity.
"You fought a Basilisk by yourself and killed it with the sword of Gryffindor?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Harry nodded sheepishly. "Well, Fawkes helped by blinding it, and I wouldn't have survived without his tears, but yeah, I did."
Amelia stared at him for a moment before laughing softly. "If it were anyone else, I'd think they were mad. But with you… I suppose I shouldn't be surprised anymore."
Harry chuckled and took another sip of his drink, but Amelia's expression grew thoughtful.
"What happened to the Basilisk?" she asked after a moment.
Harry blinked. "What do you mean?"
"The body," she clarified. "Did you do anything with it?"
Harry frowned. "No, I just… left it there. I was too focused on getting Ginny out of the Chamber to think about it, and I haven't been back since."
Amelia leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with interest. "Harry, Basilisks are highly magical creatures. Their bodies are incredibly valuable—even after years, the venom, skin, and bones would still be worth a fortune. You could strike a deal with the goblins to have it harvested. Not only would it bring you wealth, but it could also help strengthen your relationship with the goblin nation. They'd respect you even more if you offered them something so rare."
Harry's eyes widened. "I never thought of that," he admitted. "That's a brilliant idea, Amelia."
She smiled, pleased. "I'd suggest reaching out to Griphook. He seems to be one of the more approachable goblins at Gringotts, and I'm sure he'd jump at the chance to negotiate a deal like this."
Harry nodded, already planning his next steps. "I'll send him an owl first thing in the morning. Thank you, Amelia. You're amazing."
She smirked, leaning closer to him. "I know. But I'm glad you're finally realising it."
Harry laughed, setting his glass down before pulling her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss that was as fiery as the whiskey they'd been drinking, the Basilisk and the goblins forgotten.
Amelia guided Harry with her hands until he was awkwardly lying on top of her in the loveseat. The kiss deepened as Amelia caressed his neck down to his chest where she gently ran her nails along the exposed skin she found there. Harry could feel himself stiffening against her as he usually did when they were in this position and he responded by creeping his hand up her side until the heel of his palm was gently pressing against her breast. He paused. He longed to squeeze the enticing globes he had become enthralled with looking at over the last two weeks, but he held himself back not knowing how far she wanted things to go.
"Come on Harry, from the way Amelia is moaning beneath you it is probably safe to assume she wants you to," he thought to himself. Harry argued with himself for a few seconds before he decided to take a chance and moved his hand until it was gently resting on her breast. With a deep inhale he squeezed, moaning when he immediately felt her nipple harden through her clothing. Amelia showed her approval by pressing her chest further into his touch and Harry sighed in relief.
To say Harry was nervous about his intimate relationship with Amelia would be an understatement. He'd never been this intimate with anyone before, and as much as a naked writhing Amelia was haunting his dreams lately, he was worried he would be a disappointment. He knew he would have to move things along soon though because he could tell that Amelia was holding herself back as well, letting him move at the pace he was comfortable with, and he had a feeling the longing was driving them both crazy.
They kissed for several long blissful minutes until they were forced to come up for air. When he opened his eyes and looked at her, he was caught off guard by the smouldering, aroused look staring back at him and in that moment, he made a decision. He sat up pulling her with him so she was sitting in his lap, one arm draped over the cushion behind his head.
"Amelia - I - uh - I would like to ask you something," Harry finally got out.
"Alright", said Amelia in a breathy whisper trying to regain her composure.
"I would like to take you out tomorrow night and then I was hoping you would stay with me for the night," said Harry quickly before he lost his nerve.
"Are you sure Harry."
"We don't have to have sex," paused Harry trying not to think about doing just that. "but there are...other... things I'd like to explore," he said looking down at her chest for emphasis. "And I can't think of anything I want more than falling asleep with you in my arms." Harry watched as Amelia's whole body broke out in a pretty blush as she thought over his words.
"I think that can be arranged," she said huskily as she moved forward and started to unbutton his shirt. Once she finished the last button, she slowly pushed the shirt down his arms and dropped it to the floor. Then she pulled him into a mind clearing kiss and brushed her fingers down his chest and across the muscles of his abdomen leaving behind agonizing tingling sensations wherever she touched. Harry moaned into her mouth as her hands moved around to his back, but then suddenly she stopped and pulled her lips away from him so she could look in his eyes while still holding onto his back.
"Harry," Amelia nearly growled. "Where did you get these scars on your back?"
"Oh shit." Harry thought.
O – o – o - o
The next morning, Harry sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a hearty breakfast while drafting a letter to Griphook. He carefully composed his words, proposing a meeting to discuss a mutually beneficial business opportunity between himself and the goblin nation. He hoped the prospect of profit and collaboration would guarantee a swift response. Just as he finished signing the letter, Hedwig flew gracefully through the open window, perching nearby and hooting softly.
"Perfect timing, girl," Harry said with a smile, tying the letter to her leg. Hedwig nipped his finger affectionately before flying off, disappearing into the bright morning sky.
Before Harry could rise from his chair, Jekyll, one of the Potter Manor house-elves, appeared with a soft pop.
"Master Harry, you have guests waiting in the lounge," the elf announced.
Curious, Harry made his way to the lounge and was greeted by the sight of the Weasley twins, Ron, and Ginny, all clad in their Quidditch gear and grinning mischievously.
"Hey, mate!" Ron greeted. "Ready for some practice?"
"Absolutely," Harry replied with a laugh. "Let me grab my broom and get changed. Be right back."
As he hurried to his study, he realised he'd been so preoccupied planning his upcoming date with Amelia that he'd completely forgotten they were coming over today. Changing into his own Quidditch gear, Harry's mind wandered to the first time he'd invited the Weasleys and Hermione to Potter Manor. It had been shortly after his first date with Amelia.
Hermione, unsurprisingly, had fallen in love with the library. The vast collection of books had captivated her so thoroughly that Harry had only managed to coax her out by promising she could borrow anything she wanted and visit whenever she pleased. She eagerly took him up on the offer, and for the past two weeks, she had been visiting the library at least twice a week.
One of those visits had stood out to Harry. He'd found Hermione curled up in a chair by the window, lost in a book. When he asked how she was doing, they ended up talking for hours, reminiscing about Hogwarts and catching up on each other's lives. Hermione confided in him that she often felt out of place at both the Burrow and Grimmauld Place. Things with Ron had been strained, and she found peace at Potter Manor.
During one such conversation, Harry had admitted to her about his relationship with Amelia. Hermione had been shocked at first but quickly recovered. "Are you happy?" she asked simply. The radiant smile Harry gave her was all the answer she needed.
Ginny and the twins had been most thrilled by the Quidditch pitch. They had immediately demanded a match and insisted on playing at least once a week. Harry had promised to join whenever he could.
Ron, however, had been harder to please. Though he tried to hide it, Harry could tell Ron felt a twinge of jealousy toward Potter Manor and the luxuries it offered. It was something Harry had always been able to sense in his best friend.
One night, Harry had brought it up with Amelia during one of their evening conversations. Between shared kisses, she suggested giving Ron something special—something no one else in his family had. Inspired, Harry asked the house-elves to prepare a guest room specifically for Ron, decorating it with Chudley Cannons memorabilia.
The next time Ron visited, Harry showed him the room and told him it was his space to stay whenever he liked. Ron had been genuinely touched and spent the next couple of nights there. They stayed up late, drinking firewhiskey and playing wizards' chess, which Ron won every time. Since then, Ron had visited a few more times, sometimes bringing Ginny and the twins, and sometimes on his own. Harry had eagerly thanked Amelia for her idea the next time he saw her.
The day's Quidditch practice with the Weasleys was invigorating. Harry relished the feel of the wind in his hair as he zoomed across the pitch, dodging Bludgers and scoring goals. Ginny's skills had improved immensely, and she was giving the twins a run for their money. Even Ron's keeping had reached new heights, much to everyone's surprise and delight.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, they finally called it a day. After saying goodbye to his friends, Harry retreated to his room to get ready for his date with Amelia.
An hour later, standing in front of the mirror, Harry buttoned up one of the tailored shirts Amelia had ordered for him. The fabric fit perfectly, hugging his frame in all the right places.
His thoughts wandered as he dressed. I wonder if Amelia will wear any of that lingerie she bought. Would it be weird to ask? No, probably better to wait and be surprised.
With a final adjustment to his collar, he gave himself a once-over in the mirror. He looked sharp, and he felt ready. Taking a deep breath, Harry smiled at his reflection. Tonight was going to be special, and he couldn't wait to see Amelia.
Harry had started noticing a difference in his body over the last couple days. His daily workouts combined with the family magic in the ring was doing wonders. He had grown about three inches and was now the same height as Amelia, and his muscles were much more defined. He didn't have a six pack yet, but he was nearly there. He hoped Amelia would be happy with what she saw. Thinking about Amelia seeing him naked and therefore seeing her naked caused a deep flush to appear on Harry's face and his palms began to sweat. "Oh god, I have no idea what I'm doing," he thought.
"Sirius?"
"Yah pup, what's up?"
"How do I - you know - satisfy her. I don't want her to be disappointed," Harry said.
"Ah, thinking of moving things along, are you? I had hoped this day would come, my pup is turning into a man."
"Sirius." Said Harry in warning.
"Right. Well, you have come to the right place. I was legendary with the ladies," Harry could almost see Sirius rubbing his hands together in glee. "First thing you need to know is that everyone has a spot. Behind their ear, on their neck, just below their collarbone, some spot that drives them crazy. You want to find that spot and give it your full attention. Then you move on to the breasts. Now I learned that some women like..."
"Oh no, I've made a huge mistake," thought Harry with a groan. Sirius laughed manically.
"Now, now pup I'm just getting started," he said and then he continued to list off everything he knew about pleasing women.
At precisely 6:00 PM, Harry flooed into Bones Manor, brushing soot off his shoulders as he stepped out of the fireplace. Waiting for him was Susan, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement.
"I was told to greet you when you arrived," she said with a wide grin. "Auntie's still getting ready, but she should be down soon."
Before Harry could reply, Susan threw her arms around him in a tight hug.
"Thank you," she murmured against his chest. "You've made her so happy. I've never seen her spend hours trying on dresses before, and she hasn't smiled this much in years. She's been lonely for so long, and you've brought her joy again. So, thank you."
"Uh, you're welcome," Harry stammered, caught off guard by Susan's sudden display of gratitude.
Just then, the sharp sound of heels descending the staircase drew his attention. Gently disentangling himself from Susan, Harry turned—and his breath hitched.
Amelia stood before him in a strapless rose-red dress that flared slightly just past her knees, accentuating her elegant figure. Her matching red heels clicked softly against the floor, and her hair fell in loose waves—just the way Harry loved it.
His mouth went dry as he tried to form words.
Amelia smiled knowingly at the effect she was having on him. She stepped closer and kissed him lightly on the cheek, snapping him out of his trance.
"You look absolutely stunning," Harry said earnestly, taking her hands and kissing each one softly. "If we were going out in public, I'd have to fend off every bloke in sight with a Beater's bat just to keep you all to myself."
The compliment brought a blush to Amelia's cheeks. "You don't look too bad yourself," she replied, a sly smile forming. "I knew that shirt would look good on you." She tugged him closer, bringing their lips together in a kiss that left Harry momentarily dazed.
A polite throat-clearing interrupted them. Susan was still in the room, grinning as if she knew a secret.
"Are you sure you'll be alright, Susan?" Amelia asked.
"I'll be fine, Auntie. Hannah's coming over to keep me company," Susan assured her. Then, with a mischievous smile, she added, "Have fun—and don't come home too early."
She hugged her aunt, then turned to Harry with a giggle. "See you tomorrow, Uncle Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his grin as Susan left the room. Turning back to Amelia, he gave her another quick kiss for good measure.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
When she nodded, he entwined their fingers. With a soft pop, they apparated.
Amelia blinked as they arrived in an elegant entryway. She took in the ornate marble floors, high ceilings, and walls adorned with tasteful artwork.
"This is Potter Villa," Harry explained, his signature grin spreading across his face. "It's in Sète, France. I thought it would be nice to have a private dinner where we could enjoy each other's company without worrying about prying eyes."
"It's gorgeous," Amelia said, her eyes widening as she looked around.
"It gets better," Harry said, leading her through the villa. They entered a lounge that opened onto a balcony overlooking the sparkling ocean.
The balcony had been transformed into a haven of romance. A small table for two was set up, surrounded by flickering candlelight and scattered rose petals. The soft crash of waves in the distance added to the enchanting atmosphere.
Harry pulled out Amelia's chair, giving her a light kiss before taking his own seat. Kayla, one of the villa's house-elves, appeared to pour them glasses of wine. With a snap of her fingers, soft music began to play in the background.
The evening began with light conversation as they sipped their wine, chatting about their days and exchanging playful banter. When Kayla brought out their salads, Amelia set her glass down and studied Harry thoughtfully.
"Harry," she began carefully, "will you tell me about Sirius?"
Harry tensed slightly but nodded. Amelia had always been patient with him, and she deserved honesty in return.
"What do you want to know?" he asked.
"Everything," Amelia said with a small smile.
Harry started at the beginning, recounting the events of the night his parents died and how Sirius had been framed for their murder. He explained how Sirius had escaped from Azkaban after seeing a photo of Peter Pettigrew in his Animagus form in the Daily Prophet.
He described the confrontation in the Shrieking Shack during his third year, the Dementor attack, and the daring rescue using the time-turner.
Amelia listened intently, her food forgotten as Harry spoke. He detailed the letters Sirius had sent him while on the run, how Voldemort had tricked him into the Department of Mysteries, and how Sirius had come to his aid—only to be struck into the Veil by Bellatrix Lestrange.
By the time he finished, their plates were empty. Amelia sat quietly, processing everything.
"So, how did you become Lord Black?" she finally asked.
Harry explained how Sirius had named him heir, and how, despite his imprisonment, Sirius had never been convicted due to the lack of a trial. "According to the goblins," Harry added wryly, "Sirius was just taking an extended vacation on Azkaban Island."
Amelia's eyes flashed with anger. "I can't believe they never gave him a trial," she said, her voice rising. She threw her napkin down and rose from her seat, crossing over to Harry. She sat in his lap and cradled his face in her hands.
"I promise you, Harry," she said fiercely, "I'll get to the bottom of this. Sirius' memory will be honoured."
Harry's eyes filled with unshed tears, but he quickly pulled her into a kiss, pouring all his gratitude into the embrace. "I have every faith in you, Amelia," he murmured against her lips.
When dessert came, they fed each other bites of cake, laughing softly as they shared the treat. At one point, a smudge of frosting appeared on the corner of Amelia's mouth. Harry leaned forward, using his tongue to lick it away before capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
The cake was forgotten after that.
After dinner, they took a leisurely walk along the beach. Hand in hand, they strolled along the shoreline, their feet sinking into the cool sand as the waves lapped gently at their ankles.
Amelia regaled Harry with stories of his father and Sirius during their time at the Auror Academy, sharing tales of their antics and how they often drove Mad-Eye Moody to the brink of exasperation.
Harry laughed heartily, grateful for the light-hearted stories and the peace Amelia brought into his life. As they walked beneath the starry sky, he felt a deep contentment settle over him.
Eventually they made their way back to the villa, stopping frequently to explore each other's mouths in the moonlight. When they walked back inside the villa Harry hesitated for a moment, suddenly nervous again, but one look into Amelia's lust filled eyes, and he summoned his Gryffindor courage and guided her to the bedroom.
* BEGINNING OF LEMON *
Once they were in the bedroom, with the door shut behind them, Harry pulled Amelia into his arms and kissed her languidly, slowly. He wanted to take his time in showing Amelia what he felt for her. He tangled his fingers in her hair while Amelia started to unbutton his shirt and run her fingers up and down his chest and chiselled abs. Amelia moaned when Harry pulled away and began trailing kisses along her jawline, and her neck, sucking gently just below her ear. Amelia tilted her head to the side to give him more room to work, while she dug her nails into his back. When the sensations became too much, she gently tugged his hair, drawing him back to her mouth for a heated kiss.
Harry moved his hands up Amelia's side while they kissed and when his palm reached her breast, he cupped it gently, causing Amelia to moan into his mouth. He massaged that breast for a while before moving on to the next one, and when they both pulled away panting, he reached around and unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet on the floor. Then he took a step back to get a better look at her.
"Wow," was all he could say at the sight of her standing before him in only a pair of red lace panties. He was suddenly very glad that she had bought all that lingerie.
"You are so beautiful Amelia," he said as he took in her bare breasts, bouncing as she inhaled and exhaled and her luxuriously long legs, and red painted toenails. He stepped forward to take her breasts in his hands again, now that the dress had been removed, but he hesitated and looked up at her instead. He was encouraged by the swirling arousal he saw in her eyes and stepped forward pulling her back into his arms.
"Touch me Harry, please." Whispered Amelia into his ear and with a nod of his head Harry ran his fingers gently over sensitive pink nipples. His mouth found hers and their tongues continued their familiar intimate dance while Harry gently circled Amelia's nipple with one hand and ran his fingers up and down her back with the other. Amelia gasped and bit down on Harry's lip when he firmly pinched her nipple before rolling it between his fingers.
Harry picked Amelia up and carried her to the bed where he laid her down gently and then stood back up to remove his trousers. Amelia scooted to the top of the bed and watched him undress. When he was finished, he crawled up her body and brought his head down to give her a searing kiss before moving his lips down her neck and chest, kissing, and licking every freckle he passed, until eventually reaching her breasts. He kissed along the swell of her left breast and then circled his tongue gently around her erect nipple before pulling it into his mouth and sucking firmly.
"Harry," moaned Amelia in a breathy whisper causing Harry to pull away and kiss her again before giving the other breast the same attention. He took his time, kissing, licking, sucking and then blowing over erect, heated skin. As he took her hardened nipple between his teeth and pulled gently, Amelia gasped and arched up into him, trying to get as much contact as possible.
Slowly Harry's fingers moved lower, skimming over her abdomen and circling around her navel. Harry moaned when the muscles twitched in anticipation. He removed his mouth from Amelia's breast and smirked when she frowned in disappointment, but he quickly kissed the frown from her lips before plunging his tongue into her mouth and continuing his journey with his fingers.
He traced along the top of her panties and then moved his hands down to caress the milky white flesh of her inner thighs. Then, with a quickness born from his time as a seeker he grasped the edge of her panties and slide them down her toned, freckled legs. Once her panties were gone Harry kissed the top of each foot before licking his way back up one leg and then the other until he found himself hovering over her centre. He hesitated for a moment and looked up to see Amelia panting heavily, her hair splayed out over the pillow and eyes tightly shut. He stared at her in awe for a few seconds until he heard Amelia's breathy whisper.
"It's okay Harry, just follow your instincts. I promise to tell you if you do something I don't like, but I don't imagine there is much you could come up with that I wouldn't enjoy" said Amelia with a gentle smile.
Harry nodded again, to overwhelmed to speak and then he took a deep breathe, letting her spicy scent fill his nostrils and causing him to harden fully against the mattress. He moaned and moved up to kiss her deeply once, before moving back down to his previous spot and lowering his mouth to run the tip of his tongue along her heated slit. He began flicking the bundle of nerves with his tongue gently until Amelia's hands found the back of his head and started to push his face farther into her. He sucked on and licked the sensitive nub with abandon while Amelia's hips thrust wildly, until suddenly he paused, causing Amelia to let out an irritated moan. He smiled at her while his finger began to circle around her opening teasingly.
"Harry," whimpered Amelia. He licked her once more before pushing two fingers inside her. His tongue darting back out to circle the throbbing bundle of nerves. He steadily pumped his fingers inside her while he sucked on her clitoris. When he could feel her walls starting to clench around his fingers, he began curling them upwards searching for "the other spot" Sirius had told him about. He knew when he found it because Amelia immediately bucked into him screaming his name while she moved her hands away from his head to tightly grip the sheets. Harry continued his ministrations, listening to Amelia's breath becoming more and more erratic. When he sensed that she was about to come undone he curled his fingers once last time while grazing his teeth against her hardened nub. Then he slowed his motions and moved back up her body until his lips were against the shell of her ear.
"Come for me Amelia," he whispered and then he quickly added a third finger stretching her fully and started pumping in and out of her until he was matching the frantic pace of her hips. As he sucked on her earlobe, he felt her body began to stiffen, and then suddenly she launched her hips up into him while her core spasmed and his name left her lips in a shudder.
Harry stilled his fingers and continued scattering kisses over her neck, chest and face until her breathing started to even out, then he removed his fingers and gently flipped them over so that she was lying next to him with her head on his chest one leg wrapped possessively around him.
Harry pulled her into a tight embrace, one hand tracing patterns on her thigh and the other gently running through her hair.
"That was incredible Harry, very well done indeed," she said looking up at him with a smirk.
"I aim to please my lady," he said placing a gently kiss on her lips.
* END OF LEMON *
The next afternoon Susan was eating lunch at Bones Manor when she heard her aunt's heels clicking up the staircase. She peeked her head around the corner to see a very dishevelled Amelia reach the top of the stairs and turn down the corridor to her bedroom. "Go auntie," she cheered with a smirk before quickly going back into the kitchen to finish her meal, so she could floo Neville.