"Ah yes!" Daphne moaned, arching her back in pleasure. Harry chuckled and slapped the weight of his manhood right on her sex, rubbing the angrily pulsating purple head of his cock over her slick wet folds. Daphne looked down at the sight, seeing how her juices clung to his prick, droplets splashing over her crotch.
She tore her eyes off the erotic sight and looked him in the eyes, seeing him smile. A smile blossomed on her face as well when he leaned down and kissed her.
"Take me, Harry," she whispered against his lips before biting gently. "Make me yours, my love."
Harry pulled his cock back and aligned it with the entrance of Daphne's virgin pussy. He grabbed hold of her waist gently and keeping his eyes locked with hers, pushed inside her.
Daphne's world exploded as violent sparks of electricity danced across her porcelain skin. Her eyes slammed shut as the head of his cock popped in. She had been with Tracey and Cassie many times and they had taken a lot inside them, but nothing compared to the sheer ecstasy she felt after finally having Harry inside her. Her legs spread apart even more as she relished the feeling of his impressive manhood entering her for the first time.
The feeling was indescribable. He was not even halfway inside her and she was being stretched so deliciously that she could not contain her gasp. Her eyes shot open when he pushed further inside her and locked on with his. The look of primal hunger and desire in those alluring emerald orbs of his made her shiver.
Suddenly, his lips were on hers once again, their tongues interlocked, and she gasped into the kiss when she felt more of his length invade her. She pulled back and looked down. He was more than halfway in.
"Merlin," she whispered.
"I don't know how to feel with you taking another's name when I'm inside you like this, Daph," he said with a chuckle.
Daphne blushed, mentally promising never to do it again.
Harry chuckled and kissed her, feeling her incredible hotness around his girth. Her pussy was pulsating, sending repeated shockwaves through both of their bodies. They couldn't believe how good it felt to be one.
His shaft was glistening with her juices and Daphne looked at it pulling out of her with a sense of erotic fascination, her teeth biting her lower lip in arousal.
"It feels you were made for me, love," Harry whispered, kissing her once again. He grabbed hold of her lovely tits, squeezing the pillowy flesh in both his hands, and holding them as leverage, he slammed his hips forward, burying his entire length inside her in one firm push.
"Ahh Harryyy!" Daphne cried out in jubilation as Harry started to firmly push in and out of her. She accepted everything he had to give her, feeling fuller than she had ever been. The conjured dildos she used to play with were nothing in comparison to this. She opened her eyes and looked at the love, care, and yearning written plainly in his eyes and she felt more desired, more womanly, and more confident than she'd ever felt. She took in his toned, athletic frame hovering over her, felt his hands continuously squeezing her large, gravity-defying tits, and enjoyed the sensation of his massive length continuously plunging deep inside her.
There was no other man for her. There had never been another man for her. He was all she wanted, and she would be his for as long as she drew breath. She loved him, and she would be with him, in whatever capacity he wanted her.
She felt a coiling in her belly, growing larger and stronger with every second as Harry continued to drill in and out of her, feeding his massive rod into her sodden wet snatch. He fucked her like she had always imagined him fucking her: passionate, commanding, yet loving, and she cried out like she'd never cried before.
"Aaahhh! Aaahhh Harry! Ahh fuck me! Aaahhh yesssss!"
Both looked down at the junction of their coupling, seeing how her thick juices clung to the slick shaft, and both quickly became embroiled in a chase for a climax, desperate to reach it and make the other reach it as well.
"Aaahhh Harry! You feel so good inside me, my love!"
"Ahh yes! It feels so good being inside you as well, love!"
Daphne continued to moan, her entire body inflamed in pleasure and lust as she looked at him, "Harry! Ohh! Ohh Harry! Aaahhh! I can't believe this is… ahh yess… this is really happening! Ohhh!"
The sound of their skin slapping against each other was accompanied by the slick noise of her juices coating and slapping around his cock as he penetrated her. However, all of it was further intensified by their combined moans and grunts, and the Black Library was enshrined by the mantra of their passionate lovemaking.
Daphne kept moaning, uncaring of who might come in and see them. It wasn't as if they had anything to worry about though. All the women were either already a part of their coven or soon would be, and the only other male occupant of this house was asleep far away from where they were making love.
It had been coming since the moment he first made contact with her, and its arrival was imminent. Daphne felt the coiling in her underbelly intensify as her loins felt as if they were set on passion fire. She had no control over anything now, having fully surrendered herself to him, and her orgasm exploded from deep within her in waves of cataclysmic eruptions. Waves upon waves of pure, inexplicable pleasure exploded from her pussy and set the nerve endings across her body on fire.
"Aaahhh! Aaahhhh! Mmmmm yessss! Harry! Harryyyyyy!"
His name escaped her mouth in a guttural cry and Harry looked down, stunned at her reaction. She came around his shaft violently and he had never seen this extreme of a reaction from any of his women before. Her pussy was squeezing his cock with a tightness he had never felt and he felt her bucking against him, shaking erratically until she went limp with absolute completion.
He hugged her firmly to himself, smashing their naked fronts together and dropping gentle kisses over her naked shoulder. He could hear her heavy breathing in his ear and he slowed down the pace of his thrusts until he was stationary while sheathed inside her. He pulled away, looking at her utterly satisfied face before he kissed her softly.
"That was exactly how I imagined it to be, and so much more," she whispered against his lips before realizing something. Pulling back, she looked at him with a wicked smirk and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. "Looks like you didn't come yet. Go on, fuck me Harry."
Harry smirked and slammed both his lips and hips back against hers.
XXXXX
It was apparent that everyone who had been present in the dueling room had heard them, given the looks on their faces when Harry and Daphne emerged from the library after a few hours. While Nym, Nat, Fleur, and Cassie smirked at them, Tracey and Astoria looked visibly turned on.
He had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before they too gave themselves to him.
"So, how was the fuck?" Nym, ever the crude one, asked Daphne, earning herself a poke to the side from the lovely veela.
Daphne's smile of satisfaction was answer enough and the metamorph chortled while the others grinned.
Harry shook his head in amusement as he sat down on the couch.
"What have you all been up to then?"
"Spell practice, mostly," Natalie smiled. "It's all coming along nicely. Fleur and Nym here are very capable tutors."
"I've got to agree," Cassie nodded. "I'm sure everyone would agree that we'd learn more from these sessions than what we will at Hogwarts."
"How about you three?" Harry asked the newest additions to the household.
"It was a bit overwhelming in the first hour or so but the results are worth it," Astoria grinned. "I've never learned to cast a spell so quickly before."
"I'm sure your determination plays a big role as well," Harry replied.
"We'll never be so helpless again," Tracey said darkly. "What we felt that day…"
Daphne and Astoria rested their hands on their friend's shoulder, squeezing in reassurance. Harry gave her an understanding nod.
"You all are part of this family now," he said firmly. "We protect ours. I promise I'll do everything in my power to ensure nothing like that ever happens to any of you."
Soft smiles were exchanged around the living room of #12 Grimmauld Place as the women nodded.
"When are we going ahead with Plan Fudge, Harry?"
"Soon," Harry replied.
"I hope so," Daphne said darkly. "The bullshit they are spewing about you in the Prophet is getting out of hand now."
"I agree," Tracey nodded with a firm look in her eyes. "And the fact that they have the gall to insinuate something so heinous…"
Harry sighed. The Prophet had published an article in the evening edition, carefully implying that he might have a role in the death of Cedric Diggory. Everyone was understandably upset with that coverage.
"Why don't you just buy out the paper, Harry?" Astoria prompted. "You've already taken up your lordship. It would be easy enough for you to get it done."
"If only it were that easy," Harry chuckled. "I do indeed have the political power thanks to my lordship, even though no one but those we trust are aware of it as of yet, and the money is not an issue either. However, we cannot force people to sell when they don't want to."
"The Death Eater families own the majority share," Daphne supplied for those unaware. "There is no chance they will agree to sell their stake and lose control over the biggest paper in Wizarding Britain."
"Which means this pathetic slander will continue happening," her sister sighed as she looked at Harry sadly. "You don't deserve any of it."
"Well, we don't always get what we deserve," Harry smiled. "Speaking of slander, I doubt it would continue for much longer."
"What do you mean?" Fleur asked, curious.
Harry smiled and reiterated everything that he and Amelia had talked about. There were looks of surprise mixed with impressed ones shared around as he explained everything in as much detail as he could.
"What's the timeline we're talking about here?"
"A month, maybe even less," Harry shrugged. "As of now, no new legislation has been proposed. That is why I've been holding off the revelation that I've taken up my family rings. Once I see a suitable time for it, I'll go ahead with it. Better take everyone by surprise and not give them even the chance to prepare for something."
"Quite a sadist, aren't you?" Tracey smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Harry winked. Everyone laughed when the pretty brunette blushed.
"For your information, he certainly is," Cassie whispered conspiratorially in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "The things he does with his—"
"Alright," Harry interrupted the smirking brunette. "You all can discuss all you want about me when I'm not here, okay?"
"Okay Harry," she replied with a bright grin, bobbing her head. Harry snorted.
"Back to what we were discussing," he said. "Once Fudge is out and Amelia is appointed the minister, we'll start weeding out the Death Eaters from the ministry. Dumbledore will surely try something so we need to be careful."
"He won't resort to violence," Natalie said thoughtfully. "I believe his plan would be to turn the masses against her. He is not opposing Fudge with so much urgency because Fudge is not doing anything to take away someone's second chance."
They chuckled at the mocking tone she used to say those words.
"Dumbledore knows Amelia Bones will authorize strict measures to fix the Death Eater problem, which is why he would try to paint her as a tyrant who should have no business in running this country," Daphne intoned. "Even now, his word holds weight. We will need to get a step ahead on that PR business."
"Just like Fudge and the ministry has done right now," Cassie nodded.
"Exactly," Daphne replied.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," Harry told Daphne. The blonde nodded.
"Narcissa and Evelyn?" Harry asked Natalie.
"Going over the runes," she replied. "It's a complicated bit of magic, Harry."
"I know," he sighed. "All these memories, all the knowledge, and yet we are facing so many problems with it."
"He developed that mark with decades of runic skills, Harry," Cassie consoled. "You might have the knowledge but mastering everything takes time."
"Still…" he sighed.
"Isn't this enough boon for us?" Fleur smiled softly. "You have been rewarded for everything you have suffered with all the knowledge you need to both live your life as one of the greatest wizards ever and to take him down. Can't be too greedy here, love."
Harry chuckled.
"Point."
"Indeed, so you better let them work this out for you."
"The benefits are worth the trouble we are having with it, if I say so myself," Nym intoned softly.
"You do say yourself," Fleur replied.
"That's why I said," Nym muttered, looking away.
Suddenly, Harry snorted as he looked at them, and it didn't take long for the rest to join him.
"Great banter, guys," he chuckled as everyone laughed.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of wings and looked up to see an owl enter through the window. The owl landed on the armrest of Harry's couch and dropped the envelope it was carrying in its beak.
"Who is it from?" Fleur asked curiously. Harry pulled the letter out and started to read.
"Oooh! What is this?" The letter was snatched from his hand and Nym held it up with a mischievous grin. "Looks like little Bones is taking charge, hmm Harry?"
"Little Bones? You mean Susan Bones?" Tracey asked in surprise.
"Allow me to read it out for my lovely ladies," Nym said pompously, earning a few chuckles.
"Dear Harry, blah-blah-blah, I want to be a better friend to you from now on, blah-blah-blah, I hope we can continue writing each other, perhaps hang out every now and then? Nice nice. Looks like little Bones got the bond working," she grinned.
"Don't you work fast," Cassie teased, walking over and taking the letter from her cousin. "Oh wow, laying it on a bit thick, isn't she?"
Nym giggled as Cassie passed the letter over. Harry simply watched in resigned amusement.
"So, what's the plan then?" Daphne asked with a chuckle as she read the letter and passed it to her sister.
Harry smiled at the blonde.
"Nothing much. She's always been a loyal one and a good friend. Don't think things would be complicated going forward."
"Come on, Harry, at least send a reply and ask her to meet somewhere," Nat supplied.
"Yeah. I bet she's nervously biting her nails right now, wondering when you'll reply and what it would be," Fleur smiled.
"Thanks for the lovely suggestion but I was planning to do that anyway," Harry rolled his eyes and summoned a quill and parchment to pen down a reply for Susan. A lunch tomorrow afternoon followed by a stroll in a park sounded good.
As he wrote down the reply and sent the letter, he looked around and smiled.
"That reminds me, I seem to have done a very poor job with you all," Harry said, taking them by surprise. "All of you are dear to my heart and we haven't gone anywhere together."
"It's not necessary, Harry," Nat smiled gently, taking his hand. "What we have is more than what any of us could've asked for."
"Although we won't say no to a nice time together," Daphne interrupted with a smirk. Harry looked at the nods shared around the living room and chuckled.
"Alright then, the next week is all yours," he promised. "Plan whatever you'd like to do or wherever you'd like to go. I'm sure you could sort out amongst yourselves who goes on which day."
"And keeps you exclusively to themselves that night," Fleur smirked. Harry rolled his eyes as they all giggled.
XXXXX
"It's been how long since we met like this?"
"When Susan started Hogwarts and we met at the platform," Andromeda replied as they took their seats in a corner booth of the quaint little gastropub near King's Cross in muggle London. Away from the magical world and free from any scrutiny, they could be candid about everything here since barely anyone knew them.
"That long?" Amelia sighed in wonder. "I really need to cut back on work."
"Fat chance of that happening now that we know what's coming," Andromeda chuckled. Amelia sighed.
"Yeah. A lady can wish though. Still no alcohol?"
"My chamomile is good enough," Andromeda replied.
"Suit yourself. Don't mind me though."
Andromeda chuckled and waved her hand, gesturing for her to go ahead. Amelia called over the waiter and placed their orders.
"Seems a bit full, don't you think?" Andromeda remarked, looking around.
"Hmm?" Amelia asked. "Now that you mention it, it does look fuller than usual. Evening rush, perhaps."
Their respective beverages arrived shortly and as she sipped hers, Amelia stared at Andromeda, wondering how to broach the topic that had been on her mind since their meeting a few hours ago.
"Out with it," Andromeda instructed. "I can see something's on your mind."
Amelia sighed.
"The blunt way it is then," she muttered as she looked at her old friend. "It's about Harry and what you think of him."
Surprised, Andromeda looked at her.
"Don't think I missed how you kept looking at him, Andi," Amelia said knowingly. "And you know what else I found most interesting? Narcissa and even my niece Susan was giving him the same look. Now, I might not be the most experienced when it comes to these matters but even I can tell what those looks mean."
Andromeda frowned and looked away.
Amelia sighed, "Look, Andi, if you think I'll judge you or your sister for feeling that way for someone so younger than you, then you're mistaken. I know how hard things have been since Ted and you've mourned more than enough. If he is the one who brings you happiness then by all means go for it. It's just…"
"You're thinking about other women's interest in him," Andromeda said softly. Amelia grimaced.
"I'm more concerned with Susan's interest in him now, to be honest," the redhead replied. "Don't get me wrong. Harry is possibly the best match I could arrange for Susan but if I'm seeing things correctly then he has both you and your sister interested in him, even when he is betrothed to your sister's daughter… Oh Merlin I almost forgot that he's betrothed to Cassandra Malfoy already!"
"Cassandra Black now," Andromeda corrected a shocked Amelia who gulped a large one.
"Merlin this is more complex than I thought," she muttered.
"Hold on," Andromeda chuckled. "Let me explain what's truly underway here and then you can think for yourself."
Amelia frowned when Andromeda erected a privacy ward around them and listened with growing shock as her friend explained to her about Harry's encounter with Voldemort in the graveyard, Dumbledore's confession to his betrayal, his encounter with the missing Hogwarts students, what it fully entailed, his and Fleur Delacour's role in their disappearance, the ritual he had undertaken in the hope of finding an ally who would never betray him only for it to turn out to be so much more.
As Andromeda explained just what the ritual was all about – its boons and the limitations it came with, as well as the sheer magnitude of women they were looking at, Amelia could not help but stare openmouthed. To think that Harry Potter had formed a coven, or rather his lovers had formed a coven around him, to protect each other and to protect him from all those who meant them harm… safe to say it seemed his purpose of carrying out that ritual had worked much better than he had envisioned.
"All I know is that it is very complex and advanced magic at work here. You won't believe how it has affected them. You'd imagine having Voldemort's memories will somehow alter his personality but it seems to have rejected all unwanted traits and has only preserved those that would help him," Andromeda smiled. "And don't get me started on how they are living. You spend one day and you'll feel as if they've been a family for years now. Those girls or women, whatever you prefer, are sisters in all but blood and all are happy to share their man and even themselves with each other."
Amelia gawked.
"You mean…"
"Yeah," Andromeda said with a chuckle. "They are with him and with each other. As I said, the magic of this ritual prevents any discord from arising among them."
"Wow," Amelia whispered in wonder. "Magic never fails to astound us, hmm?"
"Tell me about it," Andromeda chuckled. "The bond chooses the best possible match for both Harry and the witch. I have no idea what the criteria is, but the girls have theorized a few. You'll find most of the women involved with Harry were either attacked and subsequently saved by Harry, thus incurring some sort of bond between them, or they had pure feelings for him, or they seemed to be needing someone in their lives and didn't harbor any ill will toward Harry. Magic seems to choose these types of witches for Harry to bond with."
Amelia sat in a contemplative silence for a moment, running the names of all the women Andi had told her who were involved with Harry in her mind. As she thought about each, she had to agree that they satisfied one or the other.
"And what about the witch? Her consent in this?" Amelia asked curiously.
Andromeda smiled.
"We start feeling protective of him. We start to admire him. His words somehow mean more than they should to us. All the things you can associate with love and care, I think, we start to feel. I don't want to insult Ted's memory like this but my feelings for Harry are growing so fast that I feel they will surpass what I used to feel for him," Andromeda whispered.
Amelia's eyes widened with every word Andromeda was saying until she was staring shellshocked at her friend who was staring at the table.
"Well, fuck."
"Amelia!" Andromeda hissed in surprise. She looked up to see the shaken look on her friend's face and she frowned. "What is it?"
Amelia gulped as she stared at her drink but answered nonetheless.
"I think I might be one of these as well," she whispered. Andromeda's eyes widened in surprise before she leaned forward eagerly.
"You felt something?"
Amelia nodded mutely.
As if a lightbulb had suddenly gone off in her head, Andromeda clapped her hands together.
"So that's why!" She exclaimed, surprising Amelia. She looked at her friend with a small smile.
"That's why what?"
"Harry told me to tell you everything that has happened since the graveyard. At first, I was surprised. He doesn't trust so easily these days after what happened with Dumbledore, so for him to want you to know everything surprised me. He must have felt the bond with you, which is the greatest proof that you are completely trustworthy."
Amelia nodded, squirming as a pleasant feeling rose inside her at the revelation that Harry trusted her to such a degree. She was shocked to note that she had just been told that the heirs of multiple pureblood houses who had been missing for so long had actually been killed by Harry and yet she didn't care about it. The thought that Harry might misuse this reluctance of hers to commit heinous acts never even gained prominence in her mind. She truly trusted him never to do anything that could harm someone innocent.
"Well…" Amelia cleared her throat. "Let's talk about you for now. Have you two already… you know… like the others?"
Andromeda blushed at Amelia's stuttered inquiry and shook her head minutely.
"Nym's been telling me to agree for weeks now but I've held off until now… but it's getting unbearable as days go by. I felt I'd be insulting Ted's memory or somehow betraying him. Already feeling this way about someone feels wrong, yet at the same time, it's the best feeling ever," Andromeda said softly. "I'm going to do it. I've held on more than enough. I'm ready to move on."
Amelia could not help but smile at that. She clasped her hands with hers and nodded.
"You deserve happiness, Andi. And considering everything you've just told me, it makes a lot of sense as well."
Andromeda nodded with a small smile and squeezed her friend's hand.
"And you deserve happiness as well," she replied, grasping her hand firmly when she made to pull away. "I've seen how you've fully dedicated yourself to your work and taking care of your house and your niece since your family was attacked, Amelia. But you've done enough. It's time for you to do something for yourself."
Amelia averted her eyes.
"You've not seen how happy they all are with each other, Amelia," Andromeda said softly. "I have. And I find myself craving for it whenever I see them, and it is what I want for you as well."
She let Amelia pull her hand out of her grasp and watched her drink her iced tea.
"I've already had to tolerate two stubborn women in myself and Cissa," Andromeda chuckled. "Don't add another one to that list."
"So what? You expect me to just throw myself at him or something?" Amelia hissed, and Andromeda chortled.
"Amelia, are you blushing?"
Amelia vehemently shook her head, cursing the alcohol under her breath. Truth be told, the thought of seducing Harry made her react more violently than she had expected. She had spent her youth suppressing her sexual urges, but it seemed since she realized just what she was almost a part of now, all those suppressed urges wanted to erupt through the surface with a vengeance. She gulped the entire glass of her beverage down and put the mug to the side.
Andromeda decided to take pity on her friend. With a sigh, she took her hand once again.
"Look, you don't have to rush anything," she said caringly. "Take as much time as you want and properly think about it. And for Merlin's sake, don't make the same mistake I did."
At her inquisitive look, Andromeda flushed slightly.
"My daughter is one of his lovers, and so is my niece. Being with Harry would mean also being with…"
Amelia's eyes widened.
"Oh Merlin…"
"It is inevitable, Amelia," Andromeda whispered. "Once you feel the bond, you'll keep wanting him until you can't bear anymore. It's not a question of if anymore, but when."
"You're okay with being with your daughter and your niece!?" Amelia asked, flabbergasted.
Andromeda blushed slightly.
"The idea doesn't seem as bad when I think about it," she replied. "My daughter, my niece, and ultimately my sister as well… Yes, I believe I'll be fine with it."
"Merlin," Amelia whispered. "This is some depraved ritual."
Andromeda shrugged.
"I'll think about it," Amelia sighed. "Merlin I can't believe I'm seriously going to think about it."
"Take your time, but always remember that you are already family now. Only the initiation is remaining. And everyone will do their best to protect you and keep you happy."
"Initiation?"
Andromeda bit her lip and began another explanation and by the time she was done, Amelia was staring openmouthed at her.
"I reiterate. This is a depraved ritual."
"It's primarily meant to protect," Andromeda replied with a chuckle. "And we protect those we love with all our heart."
Amelia sighed. That was something she could wholeheartedly agree with. Love was after all regarded by many as the strongest magic of all.
XXXXX
Lucius Malfoy sat in his study twirling a glass of Ogden's finest, tired of another humiliating session in front of the Dark Lord. He had been given an ultimatum and since then, he had been racking his brain, trying to think of a way to carry out his master's wishes.
He pulled up the sleeve of his robes and looked at the gashes that covered his arm, recalling the torture he had to endure at the hands of the Dark Lord. He seethed, recalling the reason for his humiliation and this fall from grace.
Narcissa. That blood traitor bitch had poisoned his upstanding heiress. She did something he had never seen coming. And now his whore of a daughter had eagerly sullied herself with filth. His marriage had been nullified and he had no control over either of the two. Just thinking about them filled him with tremendous rage.
However, all that rage paled in comparison to what he felt for Harry Potter. He knew it was that brat who had given Narcissa the daring to take a step like this. There was no way his weakling of a former wife had the gall to do something like this without the backing of someone powerful, and as much as he hated to admit it, Potter was indeed powerful. He was set to one day inherit the lordships of both the Potter and Black families.
Oh, how he wished he could strangle the brat with his own two hands… to choke him to his death… to see the life fading from his eyes as he grinned down at him…
To his utter dismay, however, he could not do it. His lord had announced in that graveyard for all to hear that Potter was his prey and no one would dare to intervene. He was not foolish enough to incur his lord's wrath more than he already had.
He slammed the empty glass on the desk and seethed. He had indeed failed to raise his heiress as her station demanded. He had let Narcissa enjoy too much freedom with both his money and his daughter and she hadn't hesitated even once in taking as much from him as she could. He should've seen something was amiss when she complained about his lord and his allies after that incident with Avery and the others. She was too weak-willed, unable to digest the harsh realities of their world, and wanted to enjoy her fairytales.
Potter must have promised her that and much more in exchange for sullying his daughter. The thought that she would so eagerly sell her daughter to the enemy and that his daughter would submit herself to such debauchery so eagerly made him retch and loathe them even more.
A soft pop signaled the arrival of the sorry creature and Lucius looked disgustingly at its bowing form before he noticed the sealed envelope it held.
"Put it on the table," he sneered as the elf bowed lower and did as it was told.
Before the elf could pop away, however, Lucius fished his wand out in a flash and cast a quick cutting curse at the creature's arm.
"Cease your cries, you worthless scum," Lucius hissed. "Now fuck off, and you better not heal it before putting salt and lemon in that wound."
The elf cried and popped away, leaving a disgusting piece of trash seated on his chair, smirking.
The smirk vanished and Lucius unsealed the letter. His eyes gleamed malevolently as he read it.
"This could work," he muttered to himself. He quickly scribbled a reply and called the elf back, smirking as he saw the remnants of salt on that healed wound.
Simply handing the letter over to the elf was enough as it bowed low and popped away, understanding what was needed of it. He had indeed trained it well.
"You took my daughter and my pathetic wife from me, Potter," Lucius hissed. "I might not be able to kill you, but I can make you suffer in other ways. That's the least you deserve for crossing me."
With a malevolent grin, Lucius looked back at the letter and his grin widened.
Potter won't know what hit him.
To be continued…
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