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Engineering Doll Making	By : Dragon_Ruler_06 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 51029 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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I have reached the point of me not knowing what I am writing, Is that bad?
Anyway, by now, you should know all the usual warnings. The only reason you are still this far in is because you either A: like the story or B: like the many lemons. Still mainly a sex fic.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don’t own Harry Potter. Next please!
Here the Chapter Starts
News of Dumbledore’s death overtook the British Wizarding Community, many people demanding answers. How did he die? Who killed him? Why? The Ministry had nothing to tell them, and was threatening to shut down Hogwarts.
McGonagall convinced them otherwise. The school simply cannot be shut down. Where else would the students go for their education? Not to mention, the incidents happened in the school. Meaning if the school were shut down, then the person responsible would be set loose upon their entire world and they had no idea as to who the person was.
The Ministry did, however, take some sort of action. Due to the attack on Blaise Zabini, the rape of Ginny Weasley, and the murder of Albus Dumbledore (sad that it took that much, Hermione noted one day), Aurors were assigned to Hogwarts to ensure the safety of the students and staff.
Harry greatly enjoyed watching the people run around, more blind than moles. Though many times over his school years, the public would point him out as being dark in some way. Yet no one dared to make such an accusation now. He’s the Golden Boy, the Chosen One, after all. And Hermione? A sweet girl that puts her studies foremost. No one would truly ever suspect them.
And they both knew it.
That, however, did not mean that they became careless. They still used their secret tunnels to their Chamber every night, eager to return to their work.
The Doll Maker put her needle and thread down, trying to pull her mind from the past few days. She could hear the Engineer at the other side of the room, tinkering with his newest ‘present’ for Voldemort. With a soft hum, she looked over to the unfinished Dolly Molly.
"You know, we never did come up with a plan as to how we are going to capture her and replace her with Dolly Molly," she pointed out.
"She’s home by herself when her children are at school and her husband at work," he stated, winding a copper wire inside the metal sphere.
"She won’t be that easy to take down," the Doll Maker commented, grabbing her spool of pink yarn.
"We just murdered Dumbledore and I plan on torturing Voldemort as much as possible before killing him," the Engineer chuckled, done with his winding and now setting the springs. "What could a housewife do? Her magic is not that powerful. I doubt she could curse us into leaving her alone."
"You must have a plan of sorts," she sighed, stitching the yarn to the chest of her doll horizontally.
The Engineer smirked wickedly, looking over to another of his contraptions. "Don’t worry your pretty little head, my dear one," he reassured. "Everything will be just fine and no one will be able to tell a difference."
"There is one flaw, though." Another, heavier sigh escaped her. "I have yet to find a way for Dolly Molly to use magic."
"You’ll think of something," he pointed out, triggering the small part of his newest toy to make sure it would do as it is supposed to. Seeing the copper wiring light up, he smiled. "You always do."
"And Voldemort?"
The Engineer scoffed. "With Dumbledore dead, he’ll try to make his move soon. Hogwarts is vulnerable now. We need to thin out his numbers before that happens."
"And what exactly are you planning for him?" she asked, turning around before placing her hands on the table behind her, her legs crossing over one another at the knee.
The Engineer smiled cruelly. "The package we send this in, I want it large and full of water," he started. "Make sure your doll has something that will protect it from the water. This trap must not be damaged or triggered too soon."
"Water?" Doll Maker repeated in confusion.
"Yes. Copper and water are excellent conduits for electricity," he chuckled, connecting the copper wire to a different part of the trap.
Hands were suddenly around his hips, dipping into his waistline. "Mm, Fried Death Eater," his lover giggled into his ear as her fingers inched towards his twitching organ. "Or are they simply roasted?"
"Either or," the Engineer answered, placing his hand on hers to guide it to his swelling cock. Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking him slowly. He leaned his head back with a low groan as his hand gripped her wrist. "Horny, my dear?" he chuckled as her fingertips swiped over the slit of his tip before squeezing the head.
"Always for you," she answered, rubbing herself against his back. Placing her lips to the back of his neck, she nipped at his skin before kissing the light bites.
"So eager," he chuckled, pulling her hands from his pants before turning around so that they were chest to chest. Grabbing her chin and lifting her head upwards, he started to kiss and suck on her neck. A throaty moan slipped out of her, her hands slipping back to his penis to continue stroking.
At least she tried to. The Engineer started stooping lower, his teeth grabbing her fishnet to pull it downwards as he descended. Once it was tucked under her firm breasts, he released it and started licking his way further down until he reached her skirt. Her hands fisted his hair as his tongue swirled around her bellybutton, his hands rubbing up her legs.
Little persuasion was needed to coaxed her thighs to part so his hands could reached up under her skirt and grab hold of the thong that concealed the treasure he sought. Grasping the string, he pulled the damp fabric down her legs. She lifted her feet enough for an easy removal once it was down to the floor, then the Engineer tossed it to the side. His hands returned to her inner thighs, massaging the muscles in her upper legs.
The Engineer removed his mouth from Doll Maker’s stomach, ducking his head down enough to tuck underneath the skirt. She released his locks, instead grabbing her skirt to lift it for him. Her panting grew heavy as he licked at the wet lips of her entrance, her fluids nearly dripping out of her. He lapped up the juices with a pleased moan before prodding the pink flesh with the tip of his tongue.
One hand left her skirt to grasp the table for support as the tongue slid into her body, squirming and flexing in the tight confines. Gasps and moans escaped past her lips as his fingers continued to massage her legs and his tongue played with her insides.
"I don’t think –gasp- I can take much more," she panted as the Engineer titled his head back to shove more of his mouth’s appendage into her.
Feeling the spasms of her walls, he hummed in agreement, sending vibrations into the sensitive flesh. His tongue retreated back into his mouth, pulling more of her juices past his lips and into his cavern. His tongue rolled over his lips to pick up stray trails as he rose to his feet. With a smirk, he leaned back, unzipping his pants and pushing them down until they pooled at his ankles, then shook his feet free of the fabric before kicking the slacks off to the side.
The throbbing organ stood tall and proud, the tip nearly hitting his stomach as it tried to escape its restrictions. Now free and exposed to the cool air, it waited impatiently to be buried into something that would warm it. Doll Maker’s thin fingers wrapped around it, stroking it a couple times before gathering the pre-cum and coating the cock with a thin layer.
"Sometimes I think you love teasing it more than anything," the Engineer moaned as she squeezed the shaft while stroking upward, drawing more of the juices out of his to act as a lube.
"Not true," the Doll Maker giggled, pressing her body against his, trapping the hard cock between their stomachs. "I really love when it fills me up with your man cream more than anything."
"Oh?" he chuckled as her hand left his shaft. "Well then, best get to your favorite part, my dear one."
He grabbed her legs and pulled them up, causing her to grasp his shoulders for balance. Doll Maker’s knees landed on the table, her feet pointed outward with him between her thighs. His cock pressed against her slick entrance, but the tip was still trapped between their bodies. Rubbing her hips against the Engineer, it was freed from the crushing pressure of their abdomens. Leaning against the Engineer for support, Doll Maker reached down with one hand. Grabbing the hard member roughly, earning a deep groan from her lover, she positioned it to her wetness.
Slowly, she took him into her body, the cock already dry but her hole still soaked enough to provide enough lube for an easy entrance. The Engineer’s hands groped her buttocks, squeezing the smooth globes and providing her with plenty of support.
"Wanna know my favorite part?" he panted into her ear, licking the lobe.
"Hmm?" she offered in response, circling her hips to continue taking more of him in until reaching his base.
"This," he answered, pulling her flush against him so that her breasts were squeezed against his chest and his cock seeming to find another few centimeters to slide in. "Entering you. You’re always so ready for me. Taking me in so easily."
Tilting her head back, she unbent her knees enough to slide off of him before dropping herself back down. A small yelp escaped her. "And only you," she informed him before repeating the action. With her hands still on his shoulders and his hands on her buttocks, she had enough support and balance. Using her knees as the main tool, she rose and dropped onto his penis, the tip seeming to dig deeper into her like this than other positions. "You feel so good in me," she moaned, her head on his shoulder as he nibbled on her neck and shoulder. "So big and hard! Oh fuck! I think you cock’s tip is poking my womb! Ah, it feels amazing! So fucking deep!"
"That’s my girl," he encouraged, helping her speed up. "Take every single inch of me in. Nnhh, that’s it! Ah, fuck, ride me faster, my Doll Maker. Take me in deeper!"
"I’m trying," she whined, her knees getting sore for being used on the rough surface of the table. "Fuck, you’re sliding into my womb! Oh, my baby maker is being poked by your dick, you’re so deep!"
"My cum won’t have to travel very far then," the Engineer pointed out with a grin, helping her rock her hips into his before she started bouncing on him again. "Aw shit! I think you got tighter, my love!"
She squeaked and moaned as their pace increased to an uneven rhythm, their skin hitting each other with a sweet sting as it turned red from the slight abuse. Her knees hurt from supporting and dropping her weight, despite the Engineer helping hold her up against him.
Her walls twitched as her moaned grew louder. "I’m gonna cum!" she cried out. "Oh fucking hell, fill me, my Engineer! Your cock keeps hitting my womb, fill it’s emptiness with your semen! Please! Oh fuck, plant your baby in me!"
"One day," he promised her, as he always has. He hated having to wait until Ginny gave birth to her child before he could impregnate his beloved. But with the paternity still unknown, the contract between them was still in effect. He wanted that gone before proposing and before conceiving their baby.
His muscles tightened and his balls drew up as her passage tightly wrapped around his cock. His seed flew from the tip, coating her vaginal walls and pouring into her waiting uterus.
Turning her head enough to kiss her cheek, which in turn coaxed her to turn her head enough for their lips to meet, he gently lowered her legs from the table, his soft penis slipping out of her. "I promise you," he told her softly. "I swear to you, my one and only, that as soon as that contract between Ginny and I is voided, I will give you exactly what you wish for. I will get down on my knees in front of them and propose to you if I hadn’t done it already. And as soon as we have a place where we can be left alone, I will fill you with so much cum, the very idea of you not getting pregnant would be considered ridiculous."
A smile stretched across her lips before kissing him softly. "I will hold you to that," she told him before frowning. Seeing her furrowed brows, they both looked down to see blood trailing down her leg.
"Shit, did I hurt you?!" the Engineer asked in slight panic.
"No, you didn’t," she reassured him, noticing his cock was coated with her blood as well. "Honestly, we’ve been together since the middle of third year and you still don’t know when I have my periods?"
The Engineer shrugged. "With as much sex as we have, I thought your hormones wouldn’t be able to keep it regulated," he admitted. "Need help cleaning up?"
Doll Maker shook her head. "No, I can handle that on my own," she informed him, looking around for her thong. "Go back to your device. I’m almost done with my doll."
"Device is done, I just need the doll," the Engineer pointed out, grabbing the doll trap from his table. "Can you just imagine the shock it would be to them?"
"They’ll be more wary of anything sent by an unknown party after last time," Doll Maker stated, grabbing her doll self and a needle.
"Which is why I think it should be a surprise drop off," he said with a smirk, double-checking all the springs and the trigger. "Maybe in the middle of another meeting, perhaps one that isn’t so excluded. We may end up killing more Death Eaters if we do that."
"So a large package filled with water to drop in the middle of a mass meeting?" Doll Maker asked in clarification.
The Engineer nodded an affirmative, placing the device back down before going over to the crumbled pile of fabric that was his pants. "And try not to put too much detail into that doll, my love. No one but I get to see your body, whether it is flesh or fabric."
She hummed in agreement, cutting the thread she used to stitch the skirt to the cloth waist. "Just a few more minutes, and I’ll be done."
Two Days Later – Headmaster’s Office
McGonagall didn’t know what to do. Albus always had the master plan that he never told anyone and stuck to despite any protests. And concerning the Order, she didn’t know how to handle the chaos that erupted after his death. Remus Lupin looked ready to snap, pacing the office and glaring at anyone that dared to come near him. Even Tonks couldn’t approach him, her hair a dark shade to show her distress. Severus was oddly staying quiet, seeming to refuse making a comment of any kind. Moody was looking around the room, probably hoping to find something that the Aurors missed, and questioning Kingsley as he went. Kingsley answered the questions in stride, but it was obvious he was losing his patience with the retired Auror. Arthur was still and quiet, gaze on the floor. Molly was wringing her hands together, her face pale as she tried to discreetly look around the room as if expecting Albus’s ghost to appear from nowhere. He won’t, McGonagall did try to look before and he never showed up.
Without any guidance or outline of Albus’s plan, all McGonagall could do was take in reports and assign new missions, hoping she wasn’t sending the wrong person to a job they can’t handle. "Remus Lupin, will you sit down and stop pacing a hole in the floor!" she snapped at him with her teaching tone. Either he was still listening or the tone triggered an instinct from his schoolboy years, he did sit in the chair by Tonks, who leaned against his arm to offer comfort.
"We still know nothing about who killed Albus," the werewolf pointed out. "We don’t know who they are, how they did it, or why. We don’t even know if they were sent in by Voldemort." He ignored Tonks’s flinch. "Who’s to say that they didn’t leave something behind that is listening in on us? We should have this meeting at Grimmauld."
"It’s too dangerous to leave the school," McGonagall pointed out calmly.
"The Dark Lord does know Dumbledore is dead," Severus informed them. "Leaving the school unprotected is exactly what he is waiting for. For now, we have the Aurors here. It will, of course, only be a matter of time before they leave as well."
"This is everyone?" Arthur suddenly asked, glancing at the surrounding faces.
"Everyone who has arrived," Kingsley replied. "Others are unable to make it in right now."

Reaching up to rub her forehead, McGonagall asked, "Does anyone have anything to report?"
For a moment, there was silence, as though waiting for someone to speak up first. Remus sighed before nodding. "Fenrir Greyback has gone missing," he started. "Voldemort still has some werewolf support, but with Greyback’s absence, he is losing some. I tried to establish contact with the other werewolves, but so far, nothing."
"How long as he been missing?" Moody asked in suspicion.
"I don’t know," the werewolf answered with a shake of his head.
"Roughly four months," Severus supplied. "The Dark Lord has been very anxious since Greyback’s disappearance, especially since there is no explanation."
"And you haven’t mentioned this before why?" Moody growled at him.
"I told Albus," he stated firmly. "Which is why he was pushing Lupin to contact the werewolf packs again."
"Anything else, Severus?" McGonagall asked. "Something you told Albus that he had ‘forgotten’ to inform everyone else?" The air quotations were obvious by her tone, tired of him keeping secrets.
"I do not know what he has and has not told you in my absences from meeting," the dark potion professor admitted. "But he most likely neglected to inform you that the Dark Lord is after the Engineer."
Silence encased the room, all eyes on the double agent. "The Engineer?" Moody repeated cautiously.
"The same Engineer who tortured Blaise Zabini?" Kingsley asked.
"It appears so," Severus replied with a nod of his head. "I did not attend the meeting, but I was called in to investigate the doll."
"A doll?" Molly said in disbelieving confusion.
"It provided the trap," he explained as he pulled the doll from his robes. The back was torn open as though something exploded out of it and a small tear was on the chest. "The actual device detonated upon removal, but when McNair tampered with it, I suppose you could call them disks shot from the back and into nearly everyone, including the Dark Lord. Three died. It is suspected that this doll was made to look like the Engineer."
"Is this Engineer an ally, then?" Kingsley asked, carefully picking up the doll in case of any new surprises that were not yet discovered. "He attacked You-Know-Who."
"And a student," McGonagall added with a stern tone.
"And possibly Dumbledore as well," Moody threw in his two cents, earning raised eyebrows and confused stares. "This Engineer managed to drag a student from his dorm and torture him without anyone knowing until he dropped him off afterwards. Then he manages to find Voldemort and send this doll to him that was carrying a trap of sorts, a trap that ended up killing three of his followers. Who is to say he didn’t get in here and kill Albus?"
"But why would he do that?" Tonks asked this time, taking the doll from Kingsley too fast for him to react. Remus, worried for her safety considering her history as a klutz, gently pried it from her hands. "Going after You-Know-Who is one thing. But Albus and a student? Why?"
"Do you think this Engineer is linked to that wood werewolf that raped my little girl?" Molly sobbed, remembering back to the unexpected call from Albus. The memory was pushed back when it was revealed that Ginny is pregnant with someone’s baby, but definitely not Harry’s. They still needed to work on that.
A heavy sigh escaped the Headmistress. "I do not know," she answered. "If he is, then that is up to four attacks. Why would he go after Albus, Blaise Zabini, or Ginny Weasley, though?"
Remus had a suspicion concerning Dumbledore, and judging from the look in Severus’s eyes, he most likely had the same. It was a suspicion that the werewolf had since his school years, but never had any proof and no one ever admitted. It was possible Severus knew, but didn’t want to be the first to say anything, knowing the opposition that would rise up if he were to voice it. The other two were wild cards. Why were they targeted?
"We will do a thorough investigation of the school," Kingsley announced with a no-nonsense tone. "If this Engineer is here, we will find him and he will be punished for his crimes."
Hiding at the top of a cabinet, little Lizzie watched with a stitched smile on her burlap face. Her blue button eyes gave off a barely noticeable glow, sending her vision and what she heard straight to the mirror in Hermione’s hands.
Back in a secluded corner of the library, Hermione had a smug smile on her face as she gazed into the mirror. There is no way their Secret Chamber would be found. After all, Harry had found it by accident back in their fourth year, trying to escape the pressure of the tournament and frustration of Ron’s betrayal. It wasn’t even on the Marauder’s Map.
"Lizzie, cut it," she whispered before the image shimmered away and was replaced with a reflection of her own face, working like a normal mirror now.
"Even if they do find our little hide away," Harry whispered into her ear. "They wouldn’t be able to get past all our security."
She let out a soft moan of agreement, tilting her head back to allow his lips to place feather light kisses down her throat. "You know we can’t do anything right now," she pointed out lowly, watching his fingers clench her waist.
"True," he agreed. "You get pretty loud."
"And I’m still on my period," she shot back. "My blood will be left on the floor."
"That’s an easy clean," he chuckled, one hand sliding up her torso to cup her breast through her clothes.
"Not to mention that anyone could walk by and see us, which kind of ruins the whole secret part of our relationship," Hermione rationalized, which made Harry drop his hand to her lap.
"I can’t help it," he muttered into the skin of her neck. "You just have this glow to you that is telling me to come and fuck you."
"Can’t say I wouldn’t love it if you did, but not here," she told him firmly, swatting his hands from her lap before getting to her feet.
Watching her grab the book she chose at random earlier to put it away, Harry gave her a gentle smile. "You know I love you, right?" he asked her.
Smile dancing on her lips, Hermione looked down at him. "And I love you, too," she giggled, slipping the book back into its original position.
"I’m not going to let anything happen to you, ‘Mione," he promised calmly, his green orbs locking with her own brown gaze.
"Harry, you’re not honestly worried about that meeting, are you?" she asked, kneeling in front of him.
"A little," he admitted with a shrug. "You know it’ll only be a matter of time before people connect us to them."
"They will need a lot of evidence for it, and last I checked," she leaned in closer to whisper lowly, "we didn’t leave any evidence of us behind."
"We nearly did with him," Harry pointed out with furrowed brows, thinking back to the night they murdered Dumbledore.
Watching her carve into Dumbledore’s limbs, laughing at his gurgled yells, had made him hard. It took every ounce of willpower to keep himself from pulling his slacks down and claiming her over Dumbledore’s broken body. He knew she was just as excited as he was when she rubbed herself on his legs while he broke and tore out ribs. They didn’t even get very far from the scene before he dragged her into an empty room and pinned her to the wall. He was more amazed by the fact that a ghost or Filch didn’t happen upon them.
"But we didn’t," she reassured him, pecking his lips before rubbing her nose against his. He returned the gesture, an amused huff from his lips brushing her cheeks. "Because…"
"We’re careful and we follow every rule you set in place," he finished with a chuckle. "So long as you follow mine as well."
"No unexpected baby until this mess with that whore is over and done with," she recited easily.
"Exactly." Returning the peck, he got to his feet. "Break’s nearly over. We better head down to Potions."
"Alright," she sighed, grabbing her bag from the floor and following after him. "Did you finish the essay we were assigned?"
"What essay?" he asked with a astonished expression, easily falling into the roles of nagging friend and forgetful Golden Boy.
"The one Professor Snape assigned us," she explained. "The three foot essay on the properties of moonstone and its uses."
"Er…"
"Harry!"
Malfoy Manor – That Night
The crowd of Death Eaters spoke quietly to each other, some trying to figure out why they were summoned while others simply held random conversations. A main topic was the disappearance of Fenrir Greyback, what that meant for the Dark Lord’s army, and the three killed by the Engineer. Not many knew a single thing about it, but rumors flew after the angered Voldemort started cursing whoever he could for no reason other than because.
The sea of black robes covered the floor, flowing against itself as the Death Eaters moved about to converse. Very few interacted with the rest, instead staying in their own group. Liquid silver eyes scanned over the crowd, trying to keep an eye open for anything out of the ordinary, unconsciously rubbing the healing injury on his arm.
"Don’t tell me you’re actually afraid, Lucius," Bellatrix cackled, her face disfigured because of the cheek that was sheered through. The injuries, strange enough, could not be healed by magic. Every chance they tried, it only made the wound larger or caused more pain. Their injuries had to heal the Muggle way, to their mortification.
"Merely being cautious, Bellatrix," he told the insane woman. "We wouldn’t want another surprise, after all."
She scoffed then looked around momentarily. "Where is Severus?" she asked, ice in her tone. She never really liked the fact that Severus wasn’t punished despite him not going straight to their Lord’s side when called three years ago for the first time in over a decade.
"Gather what information he can at Hogwarts," Lucius pointed out as though speaking to a five-year-old child. "It seems that even with Dumbledore dead, we still need an inside man."
"Don’t you try to condescend me, Lucius!"
"I believe that it is too late," the blonde commented nonchalantly, uncaring of the seething mad woman.
A loud shriek cut off any retort that Bellatrix may have had planned. The masses jumped in surprise as a large dark eagle flew into the room, a large package gripped in its sharp talons. Flying to the center of the room, it released its cargo. The large package fell fast, the Death Eaters scrambling to get out of the way before it could land on their heads.
Crashing onto the marble floor, it burst open, water exploding through the openings and covering the floor. The eagle landed on a rafter, golden eyes watching the events unfold. The floor was soon covered by at least two inches of water, much more than the package made it appear to hold. Once it was still, a few foolishly brave souls approached the broken box.
Shoving busted bits off of the pile of shattered wood, revealing a wet doll laying innocently on the cracked base. Brown button eyes stared up at the Death Eaters surrounding it, long dark strands of yarn hair floating in the water from its ponytail, small beads hanging onto the strands, and yellow yarn over the doll’s face. Pink lines were stitched across the chest in a crisscross pattern between two horizontal lines. The lower arms were covered with a dark fabric, small needles sticking in it and the end of the arms, probably meant to signify fingers, were exposed. A skirt was stitched to the waist and a little further down was pink fabric that were probably supposed to be socks. Little sandals covered the feet,
"Don’t touch it!" Lucius ordered the other Death Eaters as soon as he saw the doll.
It wasn’t requiring a touch, as they soon found out, when it stood up and bowed to everyone. "Greetings, I am the Doll Maker," it spoke with a giggling girlish tone. "Bye-bye, now!"
The stomach area of the doll were suddenly cut open from the inside before copper wires descended into the standing water. The doll straightened back up, its body jerking as though inserting something they could not see. Electricity trailed down the wiring and into the water, dancing on the surface. It shocked anyone it touched, earning pained sounds from the victims, then the doll twisted its body. The electricity grew more powerful.
Arcs swept over the water, bouncing from Death Eater to Death Eater. Some were burned before they managed to realize they needed to get out of the water. Others did not make it, instead falling into the water and being consumed by the zapping arcs, their corpse soon smoking remains. The more the doll’s body turned, the more frantic the electricity and the more powerful it was. By the time its body did a complete 360, even people who got onto higher parts of the floor had electricity leaping for their feet and legs.
With a final click, the electricity stopped pouring from the doll, still bouncing along the water’s surface and on charred bodies. Small flames were caught on the robes of the deceased, not spreading much further due to dampness in the clothing.
The door swung open, revealing Voldemort about to enter. But he paused when he noticed the floor was covered with water and sparks were still dancing around, not to mention all the bodies with charred clothes, melted masks stuck to faces, and any skin exposed was burned and peeling, showing the redness underneath. Blood seeped from the corpses, blending with the water.
Survivors were against the wall where the floor was slightly higher or on the platform that held his throne, their clothing burnt as well. His red gaze took in the damage once more, noticing Bellatrix’s body in the water, as well as the last Lestrange brother.
"What happened?" Voldemort demanded, anger coloring his tone. "Tell me now!"
The eagle shrieked once more, beating its powerful wings and flying low as if surveying the damage. Spotting it, Voldemort threw a curse at the creature, but all it did was knock feathers off its chest, revealing a wooden torso. It flew to the window, shattering the glass as it exited.
Here the Chapter Ends
Well there you go! Another chapter, another lemon, another ‘Let’s kill off some Death Eaters’ moment!
Hope everyone enjoyed it! ^^ (Looks over chapter) I have been writing less lemons later. I need a purely sex chapter to make up for it…
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