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Beyond The Rules: Chapter 23
🕑 Added 2024-05-05 16:30:01 +0000 UTCAs the aurors stood guard, Harry followed after Susan and Hannah from the Leaky Cauldron, emerging from the fireplace of Bones Manor. As he stepped out, he cast a glance around and raised an impressed eyebrow.
The floo they had come out of was in a separate portion of the estate and he regarded the sheer expanse of the opulent property. The grandiose architecture left no doubt as to the family’s immense wealth and they did not shy away from showcasing it either.
The manor itself was comparable to Greengrass Manor, with turrets and gargoyles abound. Harry half expected a giant badger to come swooping out of nowhere from one of the massive towers. The massive front doors looked thick enough to sustain several blasting curses. They swung open just as they arrived and Harry almost let out a chuckle.
The interior was as gaudy as he had expected it to be. A massive chandelier that must be the size of the Weasleys’ living room glittered overhead, bathing the white marble floors in a symphony of colors. There were dozens of portraits lining the walls—scowling or curious ancestors following their every movement with judgmental eyes. Quite a few women among those had sneers as they beheld Susan and Hannah, and Harry had no doubt that those were disapproving looks targeted at their clothes.
Hannah still had lesser glares compared to Susan, and for the redhead to be seen with those eyes even though she was wearing more conservative clothes made Harry feel sorry for her. He knew what was afoot here. Just like him, Susan had also been orphaned at a young age and although she had her aunt to bring her up, there was immense pressure on her to both carry forward the Bones family name and to uphold the prestige of her house. As such, those old hags deemed anything not right in their eyes blasphemy and did not shy away from expressing it in the only way they could—by their disapproving stares.
He could feel it in her body language and how her magic was. She had the pride of an heiress, but she was also an insecure witch with doubts as to whether she was good enough to shoulder the responsibilities that were her to bear.
“Ignore them. You two look beautiful and you should take pride in your choices.”
Another cheesy line, but Harry would take it if it made them blush and smile at him like that. He returned their smiles with an overly sweet one of his own and walked between them with their arms still linked with his on either side.
There was a sudden popping sound as an elf appeared, dressed in a clean toga, and bowed before wordlessly leading them in.
Harry ignored those dead old coots and once again started paying attention to his surroundings. Everywhere he looked, there were uber-fancy furnishings and knick-knacks worth more than a few families’ entire Gringotts vaults. Golden candelabras, priceless vases, and random suits of armor filled every nook and cranny. Had he been a thief and poor, he might’ve even tried to pocket a few trinkets, just to see if the Bones family would even notice their manor was missing a few gazillion-galleon antiques.
Harry did not lack for money and after the measures he had undertaken, he would be the richest wizard in the entirety of the Wizarding World. That was certain. However, given how the Boneses seemed to be competing with the Malfoys themselves on how much wealth one could flaunt, even he was forced to think if he should try to one-up them one day as well.
‘Maybe. Baby steps though, baby steps,’ he thought to himself.
“I must admit, this isn’t what I had in mind when I thought about your home,” he remarked, gesturing around with his head.
“Oh? And what did you have in mind?” Susan asked with a curious smile.
“Let me guess,” Hannah interjected. “You thought it’d be submerged in Hufflepuff colors, with badger motifs all over the place. Right?”
Harry’s chuckle was an answer in itself.
“Well, can’t blame you for thinking like that, I guess,” Susan let out a tinkling laugh. “But it’s nothing fancy like that.”
“You don’t say,” Harry remarked dryly, casting another gaze at the opulence on display.
It was much cooler than outside as well, and all of it was attributable to runes spread all over the estate. It was standard practice in all upscale manor houses for there to be hundreds of runic sequences, all connected to draw magic from the land and regulate the temperature of the manor so that the residents could be as comfortable as possible.
“Auntie must be waiting for us in the living room,” Susan remarked with a smile toward him as they walked, earning a nod from him. They made their way through several French doors, passing through one room after another and Harry wondered just what the layout of this manor was if they were having to pass through so many rooms and corridors just to reach the living room which should frankly be accessible first.
He asked as much, only to receive a chuckle in response.
“We entered from another entrance, Harry. The main entrance is on the other end of the estate. The living room is over there.”
“Ahh,” Harry nodded in realization. “So those portraits…”
“No one really goes over there unless we come in through that floo,” Susan replied, her smile lessening a bit at the reminder of those dead idiots. “Since you’re over for the first time, only that floo was clear. Don’t worry, I’m sure Auntie would key you in the wards and you can come over from the main one whenever you want.”
“I’d like that,” he smiled. Susan glanced over with a smile of her own, a faint dusting of red on her cheeks, as she nodded.
It soon became clear that they had entered through the other entrance of the manor as the opulence only intensified. Larger chandeliers, expensive carpets, exquisitely carved furnishings, and ostentatious decorative pieces that must cost a fortune—all lined up the manor. If the Boneses wanted to impress someone with their wealth, they had done a remarkable job with their manor. He had no doubts about that.
Alas, their wealth in gold was not what interested him, and as they entered the living room, another person of interest rose from her spot on the couch to welcome them.
“Lord Potter,” Amelia Bones greeted respectfully. “It’s an honor to welcome you to Bones Manor.”
“Lady Bones,” Harry greeted courteously, accepting her hand and dropping a featherlight kiss on her knuckle. “A pleasure to finally meet you in a more appropriate setting.”
He would’ve preferred this to be casual but appearances had to be kept up. This was the first time he was meeting her in this context, after all. They could get as informal as they wanted once they got more comfortable with each other, preferably sooner, Harry thought.
“A true shame, that spectacle last year,” the woman replied, gesturing for him to take his seat. The living room was as large as the one in Greengrass Manor but there was one difference. The couch was a sectional one shaped in an L. Susan and Hannah walked over and sat together on the couch to Amelia’s right, with Harry sitting by himself in the shorter left segment.
“Indeed, but given the people we had in charge, it shouldn’t have been surprising,” Harry replied. “Not counting you, obviously. You were the only one remaining professional during that farce.”
Refreshments appeared on the table, courtesy of the elf, Harry presumed, and as the hostess, Amelia fixed him up right away.
“This was not necessary,” Harry said with a chuckle as the woman poured his drink and handed over the glass to him, brushing his protest aside. Harry was slightly surprised to see it was alcohol.
“You’re our guest, Lord Potter. This is the bare minimum,” Amelia replied as the ladies helped themselves to the drink as well.
Harry had half a mind to ask what the maximum could be, but he refrained.
They all drank together and Harry unabashedly ran his eyes over the three beauties once again, feeling the stirring in his loins.
Maria’s influence on him was constant and their tight attire was not helping matters either. All three women were beauties one would kill for, and their curves were deliciously showcased in those tight robes and the singular sundress, but he knew composure was his friend right now. He needed to play the role of a polite guest and behave in a manner befitting the lord of an old family. It wouldn’t do to be unbecoming, no matter how much he was itching forward to take them.
“So… Lady Bones,” Harry began in a confident, formal tone as he leaned back in his seat comfortably. “What did you want to talk about?”
His tone was not missed by either of the women and they all visibly prepared themselves, or at least Amelia did. Susan and Hannah merely straightened slightly as they stared at him while they drank.
“I believe you have an idea what I want to talk about,” Amelia replied as she regarded him keenly. “You were at the center of events that unfolded in the Ministry with You-Know-Who. I’m sure you’ve already heard what they’re calling you in the Prophet.”
The woman summoned an issue for good measure and Harry gazed at the spread-out sheet of parchment on the table in amusement.
HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE!
“They don’t lack creativity. I’ll give them that,” he remarked as he took another healthy sip of his drink. “Don’t tell me you believe in their crap, Lady Bones.”
“You believe they’re off the mark here?”
Harry let out a bitter chuckle. “Not too long ago, I was The-Boy-Who-Lies. Now, I’m the Chosen One. Tomorrow, I could be The Aspiring Dark Lord. Who even knows what those lot at the Prophet think? Oh, that’s right! Profit. Catchphrases enthrall people, and they lap it up like gospel. Sales boost through the roof and they dance in galleons.”
“Thank you for telling me how the press works, Potter,” Amelia remarked dryly. “I’m not talking about how credible the Prophet is. I’m asking if they’re off the mark in this case. I have gone through the auror reports of the attack and the battle began in one particular room, as per the Unspeakable reports.”
“Ask me plainly and I’ll give you a straightforward answer, my lady,” Harry replied curtly. “I’m sure you’re seeing those people a lot, with how you’re in the race to become the next minister, but you’ll find that I’m not a politician and I prefer it straight to the point.”
“What were you and your friends doing in the Hall of Prophecies?” Amelia asked, just as he had asked her to ask him. Curtly.
“I got lured in. Voldemort sent me a vision of him torturing my late godfather Sirius Black, whose name should be cleared and who should be awarded the Order of Merlin at the very least for his role in both the wars and for the unfair treatment he received at the hands of our ministry. But I digress. I got a vision of him torturing Sirius and gullible idiot that I was, I jumped into the lava pit head-first. It was only our fortune that we all managed to escape without anything severe happening to us… apart from Sirius… and Ron… I should call on him, now that I think about it. See how he’s holding up since then.”
“And why the Hall of Prophecies? If he wanted to lure you out of the castle, he could’ve chosen any place.”
Harry wondered if he truly wanted to let her in on the secret. He remained silent for a few seconds, pondering on the issue.
‘Eh, fuck it,’ he thought.
“There was a prophecy made about me and Voldemort before I was born. Voldemort knows half of what it says and he wanted to know it in its entirety. That’s why he’d been sending probes into the Hall of Prophecies ever since he got his body back during the Final Task of the Triwizard Tournament. He must’ve come to know that only the subjects of a prophecy could take it out and given how he wanted to keep his return a secret, he sent me that vision so that I could take that prophecy orb out and hand it over to the Death Eaters on standby. A nice plan that was executed really well, not at all helped by my idiocy back then.”
He was met with mixed responses. While Susan and Hannah gaped at him, Amelia hid her surprise well as she regarded him keenly.
“Any chance you could tell us what the prophecy says or…?”
Harry let out a chuckle.
“I can’t fault you for trying, but I’m not going to tell you that. Not unless we are allied properly.”
“And what would that require?” She responded with a raised eyebrow.
‘Well, you three could join the rest in becoming my lovers and that would be the best,’ was what he wanted to say but sadly, he could not.
“An oath befitting the information at stake. Do keep in mind that even Voldemort doesn’t know this and he’d kill countless people just to get his filthy snake hands on it.”
“I see,” Amelia muttered. “I’ll think about it.”
“No hurry,” Harry shrugged. “But that wasn’t all you wanted to talk about, right?”
Amelia adopted an even more serious demeanor as she regarded him for a long while.
“Tell me, Potter. Is there any possibility that you would stay away from the upcoming conflict?”
“Only if I’m dead. Can’t really help it then, right?” Harry replied with an easy smile but his eyes were anything but amused. They were blazing orbs that seemed to bore through Amelia’s very soul and the woman could not help but shudder at the intensity of his gaze.
“I thought so,” she remarked. “I have a proposal for you, should you be interested.”
Harry raised an eyebrow curiously, giving her his undivided attention.
“Public morale is at the lowest it’s been since the Halloween of ’81. They have not forgotten the horrors of the past and with You-Know-Who’s existence out in the open once again, they fear for a repeat of those dark times.”
“Completely understandable,” Harry nodded, ignoring her use of that You-Know-Who crap once again.
“In these times, they need someone to guide them. Someone to be the beacon of light that they can look up to. They need hope that the future would be all right.”
“Sounds like a role Dumbledore is tailor made for,” Harry chuckled.
“Dumbledore is arguably the greatest wizard of the past century, but it’s an undeniable truth that he is old,” Amelia intoned. “The public does look up to him, especially now that he has been vindicated after the Ministry tried to vilify him for almost a year. However, there is also a growing consensus that this isn’t his war.”
“You’re talking about me,” Harry did not see the need to play either coy or ignorant. Amelia nodded.
“They have already started thinking of you as the one chosen to get rid of this darkness. You already did it once, or at least they think you did on that Halloween night. That gives them hope that you will succeed once again, or rather, you are their only bet.”
“Funny. I recall them crying to chuck me off to Azkaban on either trumped up charges or for fearmongering not even a year ago,” Harry chuckled.
“Harry please,” Susan clicked her tongue as she eyed him with concern. “You know very few people think like that. Many do have a rational brain in here.”
Harry chuckled as the redhead tapped her temple twice and turned back to Amelia. “So what do you want me to do? Hold seminars? Attend awareness campaigns? Make grand speeches?”
“Nothing of the sort,” Amelia chuckled. “You must be aware by now that I am in the running to be the next Minister for Magic and as much as I loathe the idea, I realize that we need a capable head at the helm and there is a severe shortage of capable people.”
Harry nodded in agreement.
“I want to ask you to accompany me when any discussion about the war is held in public and I want you to fight alongside everyone else whenever you are needed.”
“A poster boy for your campaign? You could’ve said that directly, Lady Bones,” Harry snorted.
“I’d be all too happy to let you become the Minister if you want,” the woman replied dryly, to his slight surprise. “I don’t know if you believe me, but I have zero interest in that position. I am very happy being the head of the DMLE and it’s only because of needs that I am even contesting these elections.”
Harry eyed the woman shrewdly, wondering if she was being truthful. Truth be told, he did not know for sure but for now, he decided to take her word for it. He expressed as much to her.
“So can I expect your support? These are trying times and we need to stand together.”
Amused, Harry cast a glance at all three women whose undivided attention was being paid to him.
“All right,” Harry agreed. “You have my support. But let me tell you right now, Lady Bones. The first sign I see of you trying to use me to further your political goals, you’ll find yourself at odds with me and trust me, you don’t want to be at odds with me.”
Amelia Bones had been in the auror department for over two decades and that had entailed encounters with some of the worst people known to humanity, and yet, none of those criminals had evoked this sense of alarm within her as Harry Potter. Alarm bells rang in her mind and she involuntarily gulped, knowing that this was a dangerous man who she would be foolish to cross.
As expertly as she could, she composed herself and nodded.
“My goals are perfectly clear, Lord Potter. I can understand your skepticism right now and I hope we could come to trust each other the more time we spend together trying to fight this war.”
“I’m sure we could,” Harry smirked. Before he could speak any further, the living room of Bones Manor was rocked by a massive explosion outside. The very foundations of the manor shook as Amelia shot to her feet just as the rest followed.
“Death Eaters!” She shouted, her face drained of color. “At least two dozen of them!”
“Must’ve come to take care of the frontrunner for the ministerial position. Can’t say this is that big of a surprise,” Harry remarked. “Voldemort would obviously want one of his to be in charge.”
Another deafening blast shattered multiple glass windows across the front of the manor in a hail of stone and debris as the dark, skeletal-masked figures of none other than a few members of the Inner Circle themselves apparated into the massive lawn outside, their covered nostrils flaring with unbridled hatred and their lips curled in a similarly confident smirk.
“Come out and face your fate, Amelia Bones!” One of the Inner Circle members bellowed in a chilling, high-pitched voice that raised the hairs on Susan and Hannah’s necks. Amelia and Harry stood, wands at the ready as they kept them trained on the large double doors. “Submit and face your death at the hands of the inevitable.”
“How did they manage to get past the wards so quickly?” Susan asked in alarm.
“Must’ve been looking into it for a while now,” Harry remarked. “I must say, this lot doesn’t seem to be too keen on wasting any time. If I had to guess, the bastard sent his precious Inner Circle members to deal with you.”
“If he thinks I’m flattered, he’s sorely mistaken,” Amelia hissed. “To have abominations like them stand on our ancestral property… it fills me with disgust.”
“Well, no need to feel so disgusted already,” Harry chuckled. “Their blood will fall on these lands soon.”
Amelia turned to the two witches who were standing behind them, their wands out. “You two need to evacuate to the safe room and raise the emergency alarm for reinforcement. My medallion isn’t working.”
“No use,” Harry shook his head, his eyes closed. “They’ve sent up anti-transportation wards, and they’ve used a wardstone for that. No one can come in or get out. Must say, bastards came well prepared.”
“How do you even know that!?” Hannah asked in shock as she gazed at Harry who looked perfectly at ease as he smirked.
“Come on, Hannah. I’m Harry Potter,” he replied.
The Death Eaters seemed to be in no mood to waste time as they unleashed simultaneous roars of fury, sending multiple Blasting Curses of immense power that burst through the manor’s front walls in a massive explosion of stone and concrete. Harry reacted on pure instinct, whipping the Elder Wand around in a glowing circle to summon the most powerful shield either of the women had ever seen. The massive dome circled them, wrapping them in a protective golden cocoon and the Blasting Curses collided with it violently.
The shield kept the explosion at bay but Harry was sent skidding back a few feet upon impact when he took it down.
As the golden shield flickered and disappeared, they saw streaks of black smoke shooting through the massive hole where the wall used to be. Each streak was revealed to be a Death Eater who all took their position around them. The Death Eaters clad in golden masks entered at last, their lips curling at the sight of him. However, try as they might, they could not hide the surge of apprehension that erupted within them at the sight of him, nor could they conceal their eagerness at the prospect of taking him down either.
Harry did not miss the reaction either and his smirk widened as he walked forward and stood protectively in front of the women behind him.
“The door’s there for a reason, assholes. You’re supposed to knock instead of barging in like this. Didn’t your mothers teach you manners?”
The Death Eaters glared at Harry in rage and he could see them almost bursting out in rage but the one in the middle who Harry assumed to be their leader today exercised calmness at the final moment, taking deep breaths. A horrible, mirthless cackle erupted from his mouth, evil enough to chill the very formidable of souls. “Harry Potter… the lucky child. Always predictable in your arrogance to defy your inevitable demise. But you are not mine to kill. A shame, truly. But I am certain my master would not mind if you were… roughed up a bit.”
“Masked man and his fellows, standing there like a group of shit-dribbling cockwombles. Tell me, did you boys shower your master with cumshots for months on end? No wonder you look like that.”
Their eyes inside those slits narrowed even further as they met cocky emeralds. The leader stepped forward, his gait purposeful although shaking a bit in rage. His magic pulsed malevolently and he could feel the desire for carnage coursing through his wand arm.
Meanwhile, Harry and Amelia quickly counted the total number of Death Eaters they were surrounded by, and as they exchanged a glance, an understanding passed between them.
Before anyone could move, Harry waved his wand in an arc and erected another powerful golden shield around him just as Amelia began taking down the Death Eaters. Her cutting curses, gouging hexes, blasting curses, and piercing hexes were point blank — a testament to her unbelievable fighting prowess. The spells shot through the shield offensively, and the Death Eaters were too late to prepare or mount a defense. As a result, in one violent barrage, she had taken down five.
“Susan, Hannah, remember the DA lessons, right? Now’s the time to put it all to practice.”
The two girls were quick on the move and they joined Amelia in taking down the Death Eaters while Harry kept the shield upright, pouring potent magic into sustaining it. The Elder Wand and his immense magical prowess held firmly, even when the three Inner Circle members joined the assault.
Violent blasts rang throughout the massive cavernous room of Bones Manor, blowing apart walls and pillars as chunks of concrete fell all around them, taking down even more Death Eaters, but the shield showed no sign of bucking under pressure this time.
The Inner Circle Death Eaters realized it soon as well and they gave up on conventional use of magic.
“Crucio!” The leader of the dark wizard band roared and Harry, who had his entire focus split between his mortal enemy’s most trusted and sustaining his shield, let go. A massive shockwave erupted all around them as the shield evaporated, sending everyone still standing toppling over. Harry quickly summoned a large chunk of concrete to intercept the Cruciatus just as the Inner Circle members leaped back to their feet and thrust their wand forward.
Harry met him head-on, ignoring the three women with him who he believed were capable enough to hold their own against the remaining few Death Eaters.
A massive all-out battle commenced with both sides intent on taking the other down permanently. The once pristine living room of Bones Manor was unrecognizable now, having been reduced to a blown-apart and burning mess. The ceiling was blown off as well, and the moonlight cascaded into the hall as they fought. The night air sizzled with malicious bolts, and shockwaves surged through the very ground as more and more Death Eaters fell to their demise.
Harry was very impressed with how well Susan and Hannah were doing. They were working in perfect coordination with each other as well as Amelia, giving them the openings required to chip away at the numbers while shielding each other whenever necessary. It also helped that the Death Eaters could not cast any wide-area spell due to the fear of taking out someone from their ranks as well. In a contained battle, they were far superior despite the numbers disadvantage which was also dwindling rapidly.
He left them to their devices and focused on the three Inner Circle members who had no hesitation whatsoever in flinging Unforgivables like they were candies. Harry was at perfect ease though as he either intercepted those spells with the multitude of debris scattered all around them or he outright swerved out of the way, forcing them on the back foot with his rapid spell barrage.
The drawback of relying too much on the Unforgivables was that one started to stagger from the strain it put on one’s magic, which was the case for the three Inner Circle members. In any normal situation, they would not have been under so much pressure already but with the sheer number of Cruciatus and Killing Curses they had flung so far coupled with the unrelenting assault on Harry’s part who relied on his surroundings instead of massive conjurations and fancy spellfire meant he was easily cruising through in his one-on-three battle.
It did not take long for Amelia to be done with the final remaining Death Eaters and she left the riffraff to the two young girls to stand with him.
“Would you mind telling us who you three are before we send you with these dumbasses?” Harry called out cockily as he stared the three heavily breathing wizards down. He did not fail to notice that all three women with him were also breathing heavily and it was evident that the battle had taken its toll on them as well.
The only remaining Death Eaters remained silent as they observed the carnage around them.
“Fuck,” the one on the left spat to the side. “More than two dozen and bested by an old hag and three brats.”
“Shut it, Travers,” the one on the right hissed.
“So you’re Travers, huh?” Harry regarded the man on the left with a smirk. “You’re right, mate. Proper bottlejobs you are, I’m sorry.”
“You cocky brat!” Travers cried out and sent a powerful bonebreaker straight at Harry who batted it away carelessly. The spell collided with the dead body of one of the many Death Eaters and more bones splintered.
“We need to leave,” the one on the right whispered lowly so that only their leader could hear.
“Speak loudly so we can hear your gossiping as well, man!” Harry called out, chuckling. “Also, you’ve still not told us who you two are. That’s rude, pal.”
“Mulciber and Avery,” Amelia filled him in. “Those three always worked together in the previous war.”
“Nice to know you three. It’s nice that I know who you three are now. Would’ve been a darn shame if I didn’t.”
“And why’s that, brat!?” Travers hissed, earning a cruel smirk from Harry in return.
“Why? How’d you expect me to write my victims’ name in my notebook if I don’t know their names?”
Harry thrust his wand forward and a stream of pure white energy spat out of it. The Death Eaters reacted as quickly as they could and they erected powerful shields to keep whatever spell it was at bay. Their eyes widened in shock when they were blown off their feet and through the demolished wall, their shields shattering as they were blasted back into the massive garden outside.
Inside the destroyed living room, Amelia, Susan, and Hannah stared with their eyes wide in awe and shock as Harry slowly lowered his wand and turned towards them with a roguish grin.
“Let’s see what remains of them, shall we?”
That seemed to shake Amelia out of her stupor and she strode ahead, with Harry waiting for the other two.
“Come on, let’s go,” he reached forward and took their hands as he led the two shocked girls out of the manor and into the grounds outside.
The stream of energy had left a violent trail in its wake. The pathway was destroyed and so was the massive water fountain that used to stand in the middle of the lawn. Grass and flowerbeds were burning while the ground where the stream had slid over remained charred and blackened.
However, there were no traces of the three Inner Circle Death Eaters in the crater that had formed where the stream had collided with the ground.
“Must’ve portkeyed out,” Amelia muttered under her breath.
“Makes sense,” Harry nodded. “A shame we couldn’t get them.”
“We managed to take down over two dozen of Death Eaters though. Make no mistake. We survived and killed so many Death Eaters. There is no chance those three managed to escape without any injuries either. This was a resounding victory,” Amelia replied as they turned around and began walking back to the manor.
As they reached closer, they stopped and took a moment to take in the sheer destruction wrought upon the estate.
“The wards need to be strengthened much more,” Amelia whispered.
“And you should have guards around the property as well. It’s surprising you didn’t have any aurors here considering you sent an entire squadron to escort Susan and Hannah today,” Harry remarked.
“I believed our wards were more than enough to sustain any assault, but it’s clear now that’s not the case,” Amelia replied.
“Clearly,” Harry nodded. “Well, this should serve as a reminder to always ensure the tightest security around your home. That’s the least we can do in these circumstances.”
Amelia nodded before she turned to him with a grateful smile. “There is no doubt that we all would have perished tonight if not for you, Lord Potter. House Bones stands in debt with House Potter and we shall do our best to discharge this debt. You may count on us for our support whenever you require any aid.”
“And on my father’s behalf, allow me to express the same as well, Lord Potter,” Hannah intoned softly, gripping her dirty sundress tightly. “House Abbott is also indebted to House Potter and we shall aid you in all your endeavors.”
There were multiple thoughts running through Harry’s head, of various kinds, but he settled on acknowledging the debt as custom dictated.
“I have no doubt that you will be meticulous in your duties, all of you,” Harry intoned. “And you have my word that I shall never abuse this privilege or force you to do something you do not want.”
All three women nodded, smiling.
Indeed, he would never force them. They would all submit themselves to him willingly, and once they did, they would never want to stay away.
As they resumed walking, Harry strayed slightly behind to help himself to the sight of their thick, delicious rumps that strained their clothes considerably. The battle lust had given way to a different sort of lust, and the seeds of an idea began to form quickly in his mind. He simply hoped they wouldn’t take offense to what he had to say.
‘Well, no harm in asking, is there?’ he thought to himself.
“Lady Bones,” Harry called out. They all came to a stop and turned to look at him. “There’s something I want you to do for me right now.”
Harry wasted no time and bluntly told them what he wanted them to do for him right now. He felt no surprise when he saw the shocked look on their faces.
Their eyes wide, all three women stared at him in stupefied silence.
To be continued…
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jp9901
Kill some DEs, clap some cheeks. Average day for Harry Potter
