Harry did his best to maintain a slack-jawed expression as he watched Tonks, still disguised as Amelia but with a different hair color, apparate away, leaving him alone with the true Amelia.

He maintained his blank expression, acting as if he had been under the effect of Amelia's spell, which hardly affected him due to his mental strength, but he was happy to act like he was affected. Not only it was amusing to watch Amelia undress with a shocking hurry, but also it would allow him to peek into her mind.

Maybe even implement a few strategic suggestions about the Death Eater crisis.

Though, he managed to wait until Amela took Tonks' seat on the table, and pushed her wide ass back, devouring his shaft. Incredible, especially since she devoured his size very easily. It seemed that his guess about her being the one that watched them turned correct — not that it had been a difficult call. He was able to track the connection to the minister's office, and he doubted anyone else would dare to use her office to watch the live porn he was providing.

Especially considering the exact nature.

"Oh, so big," Amelia moaned deeply. "I missed this." She dispelled the spell once she moved a few times.

"Come on, Minister, move your ass faster," Harry groaned. He would have been surprised by her reaction, if it wasn't for her incredible performance the last night at the shower.

Though, he was still having trouble believing she had actually thought that he had mistaken her for Susan, even with the invisibility cloak covering half of her body. It was one of the events that he was glad for the magicals' inclination to believe the easiest explanation.

"F-faster," Amelia moaned, her pleasure quick to ramp up.

"Fuck, you're so sexy, Minister," Harry said as he spanked her ass as hard as he could, happy with the excuse she used to approach. Since she was convinced that she was successful in taking Tonks' place, it meant that Harry could be as aggressive as he wished.

Not that she seemed to be unhappy about it. As he spanked her, he could feel her tightening while her core heated up. She moaned under him, her hands clutching the desk desperately. Harry just buried deeper into her tightness, not letting up even for a second.

After all, what he was doing was basically a favor to magical Britain. No one wanted or needed a minister overcome with stress. Harry was just doing his best to keep her calm and focused. "Tell me how you feel, Amelia," Harry ordered.

"I feel —" she started, interrupted by a moan. "I feel amazing. This is what I deserve."

"Oh, this is definitely far better than you deserve, Minister. You're lucky that I'm generous," Harry said as he spanked her ass once more, not letting the pacing even for a second. She tried to answer, but Harry didn't allow it. He reached to grab her hair, pulling back painfully as he sealed her lips in a searing kiss.

He wanted her to focus on the sensation of being dominated in her own seat of power — well, almost, pity it wasn't her office, but it was for the next time — rather than trying to come up with an answer to every single question.

He teased her enough already.

"Let's make sure your pretty lips stay sealed, Minister," Harry said, casting a spell to conjure a ball gag into her mouth before she could answer.

The moan she let out in response was spectacular even muffled.

Harry continued ramming into her even faster, fucking her as rough and as deep as he could manage, enjoying the corner Amelia had driven herself.

Though, he flipped her so that her tits were dangling freely, he had to distract himself from the fun he was having … by peeking into her mind. The pleasure worked wonders to break her mental shields, allowing him to go through her thoughts.

And, as much as he would have loved to look at her history and youth, he focused on his more immediate needs … in particular, the international contacts she had in law enforcement, with a particular focus on Grinderwards defenses.

A detailed search revealed several candidates, and based on Amelia's knowledge, Harry assigned several of them, each step making the situation even more intense. Harry added several mental suggestions to make her focus on cooperating with them … even at the cost of breaking some laws, ideally someone ready to pass a wand to Grindelwald if Voldemort actually breaches defenses rather than trying to defeat him directly.

And, make sure to somehow inform Grinderward that Voldemort was the one to kill Dumbledore. From what Harry was able to dig up about Dumbledore's past, he was almost sure that Grinderward would react to that particular information very violently.

Maybe to the point of attacking Voldemort in a very suicidal manner...

Of course, even more, valuable information was a couple contacts Amelia had, including the way to communicate with them. Hopefully, Harry would be able to subvert some of them to add his own surprises.

He wanted to make his own mark once the inevitable happened and Voldemort attacked Grinderward for revenge.

Even when all of it was combined, it was hardly a plan … more of a nugget of one, but Harry was okay with it. After all, he was setting up a complicated international conspiracy involving multiple governments and agents, as well as two crazy dark lords. No, it was not something Harry could control.

At best, he hoped that it would result in a way that would vaguely serve his interests, and the rest, he had to handle directly.

After that, he continued to read Amelia's mind about the various aspects of international magical law enforcement, her mind filled with a lot of secrets due to her past and current position … hopefully those would be useful.

"Come on, Minister, moan for me," he said mockingly like he hadn't gagged her, finally breaking the eye contact to lean forward. He pressed his lips to her tits, finally treating himself with a treat he had been craving since he had seen her for the first time, their softness more delicious than a dessert.

As much as he enjoyed her tightness and her soft tits, he was enjoying the extent she had surrendered her control even more. She had her excuse, of course, but having direct access to her thoughts, Harry could see just how much she enjoyed the total surrender she displayed rather than trying to maintain her reputation in bed as well…

Not that it was a recent problem for her, when the closest one-night stand was years away.

He chuckled as he spanked her tits, enjoying her muffled cries as he continued to stretch her barely-used pussy more and more, pistoning mercilessly while the only reaction she could give was limited to muffled moans.

Until, Harry cast a spell to lubricate before he changed holes suddenly. Her eyes widened in shock.

"It's my privilege to fuck you in the ass, Tonks — pardon, Minister," Harry said, slipping the name of Tonks just to remind her that she was supposed to be someone else.

Just in case she forgot that little fact in her enjoyment.

She blinked in shock as Harry pushed forward, slowly slipping into her lubricated wetness. He didn't need her to speak, nor did he need to read her memories., to know that it was her first anal experience.

Her shocked reaction and her shy blush told him all he needed.

Yet, imprisoned by her own fiction, she wasn't able to say anything as he spread her butt cheeks and pushed into her tight hole for the first time, picking a delicious, steady pace.

Only when he managed to push halfway in, did he decide to make a change. He dispelled the conjured gag, and at the same time, brought her hand to the crystal. Her eyes widened in shock, as she was nowhere near in a mood to actually lie … and her lie was particularly impressive.

"Tell me, do you enjoy my cock in your ass?" Harry asked, deliberately not mentioning her identity.

"N-no!" she answered, only to be accompanied by a beautiful red glow.

"Oh, you still didn't learn your lesson," Harry said, once again spanking her, though, rather than pulling away, he squeezed her ass-cheeks hard, which had the added benefit of pinning her place. "Let's try that again. Do you like being fucked in your pretty plump ass? Because I love it."

She fell silent for a moment, her first reaction was to reject again, but this time, she managed to stop enough to realize she had to tell the truth. She was too far deep into the pleasure to properly use her mental talents.

"Yes, I love it," she admitted, though only after closing her eyes to hide from Harry's glowing gaze, the way she bit her lips showing just how deeply she was ashamed of the question …and her answer.

Especially since it accompanied a beautiful green glow from the crystal, as bright as his gaze.

"Excellent, Amelia," Harry said as he pushed forward. "Now, let's make sure it's a spectacular experience…"