To The Victor Go The Spoils - Chapter 16 REWRITE

Summary: An ancient law founded long before the time of Merlin awakens after Harry strikes down Voldemort. Now the oaths of all the Death Eaters transfer to him. Bound to his service, the war criminals must now hand over their fealty, wealth, and even their wives and daughters to satisfy the ancient rite.

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Chapter 16: Allies & Allegories

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Harry thumbed through the list of names before him with an irritated sigh. Picking up his quill, he quickly scratched one out before adding a small notation next to his work.

Too loyal to the traditionalists

He set his quill down, shaking his head as he reached for his tumbler of whiskey. God he fucking hated politics.

It had been a week since the monumental headache that was the last Wizengamot meeting. Since then, Harry has been struggling to juggle the fallout from his announcement in the form of nosy reporters and outraged council members who believe themselves above his decision. It was all so bloody…tedious.

Would that he could go back to the days when most of his problems could be solved with a few snarky words and his wand. Voldemort was child’s play compared to dealing with these vipers. 

He needed an ally, someone within the Wizengamot who could advocate for his decisions as a politician. The issue was finding someone who was both independent of the bonded dark families and yet separate from the light houses that already followed Harry. As Daphne had put it, he needed an equal, someone who would dissauge the press’s notions about him becoming the next ‘Wizard King’ or some shite. But who?

It would have to be someone who, at least on paper, had more power than him. Funny enough, Harry already had half the question answered for him by Selwyn of all people.

The position of Chief Warlock had yet to be filled. It would be one of the first items voted on before Harry formally introduced his proposed legislation. Kingsley had suggested that Harry should throw his name in the ring, though the Minister had admitted that Harry would probably burn the whole Wizengamot to the ground the first time he was forced to do paperwork.

Harry couldn’t agree more.

Thankfully, he had no intention of becoming Chief Warlock. No, that would only make things worse. Instead, he’d back someone else. Someone from neither the dark nor light families that could serve as both a true bipartisan Chief Warlock, while also serving Harry’s needs as an ally to back his ideas.

So here he was. Locked away in his study with a list of names that steadily grew shorter and a half-empty bottle of whiskey sat open upon his desk. Merlin he hated politics.

Narcissa and Daphne both offered to help, but Harry had waved them off. He needed to take charge himself from time to time. As grateful as he was for their assistance thus far, he had to make some decisions without their aid – for his own pride if nothing else.

Still, he sighed and cast a baleful eye down at the parchment before him, perhaps a suggestion or two wouldn’t have hurt. It was too late to call for them now. Narcissa had left earlier for brunch with a few prominent ladies from various Wizarding Houses and Daphne was meeting with the Carrows to discuss the next phase of their ‘Make Harry Potter look like he knows what the fuck he’s doing’ plan.

So that left him alone to stew over this problem by his lonesome. Part of him wished to say sod it all and toss the list of names aside, perhaps even find one of the other girls still here and work out his frustrations with them. Luna’s preference for wearing nothing except for the cute bunny-tailed buttplug Narcissa gave her had resulted in Harry fucking the petite Ravenclaw against the nearest flat surface everytime she scampered past. As tempting as the idea was, though, he wanted to make some progress at least.

With a sigh, he returned to his list, silently reading off the names for the umpteenth time.

Delvin Robbards - Strict with rules but unpopular

Cassiopeia Fawley - Opposes the rights of non-humans. HATES goblins.

Augusta Longbottom

Amos Diggory - Still blames me for Cedric’s death

Archibald Selwyn - ???

Cyrus Greengrass

Ernhairte Macmillan - Ill health.

Xenophilius Lovegood - Just…no

Matthias Bulstrode - Too loyal to traditionalists 

Dorian Davis

Does it bother him that Archibald Selwyn somehow made his list? Definitely. What bothered him more, though, was how much it made sense for the man to be in the position of Chief Warlock. He was someone who, by all rights, should hate Harry, but at the same time, has openly discredited Voldemort and his brother’s actions many times. Harry took these declarations with a grain of salt, however. Selwyn would do anything to save face, even going so far as to testify against his brother and the other Death Eaters during the ICW trials. Though perhaps that same drive to raise House Selwyn back into the Wizarding World’s good graces could be used.

He’d need to be watched, of course. Narcissa was adamant that they not underestimate the man. Giving Selwyn more power was probably not what the older witch had in mind, but Harry would argue the position would limit the man far more than any oath or bond. As Chief Warlock, though, his actions within the Wizengamot would be scrutinised by everyone, leaving the man far less wiggle room to drum up any ploy against Harry and his allies. There was also the added benefit that the Chief Warlock could not propose any legislation themselves, though that wouldn’t stop him from having someone else do it for him…

It was a Catch-22 situation. Making Selwyn Chief Warlock would make both the media and the Wizengamot happy, but it also risked giving a potentially dangerous man a position of authority. In all honesty, Harry wouldn’t even be considering the man if it weren’t for House Selwyn’s allegiance to him.

But would the magical oath be a sure enough leash to control the man? Or was Selwyn crafty enough to slip free of Harry’s grasp?

Harry sighed and took another sip of whiskey. He should dash the very thought from his mind. Selwyn wasn’t worth the risk. He should just give the damn position to Augusta Longbottom and be done with it, not that the cranky old harpy would accept the position.

Before he could brood further, the door to his study swung open without warning. Harry suppressed a groan before the sudden intruder even stepped inside. There was only one person in the manor who’d barge into his study without knocking.

“It’s unfair, I tell you!” Isabella hissed. Her normally beautiful features were curled into a scowl as she stalked towards his desk. 

Harry was unfazed by her fury. It was a common enough occurrence for the Zabini matriarch to bitch and moan about something or the other when she stayed at the manor. Her screeching always failed to cow him, much to her annoyance. Today was no different. Sometimes Harry wondered if she acted this way just to piss him off.

“I don’t have time for this, Isabella.” He said simply. “Get out.”

The Italian witch scoffed and pointed a single manicured nail his way. “First, you’ll tell me why that little hussy Parkinson is allowed a greater allowance than me!”

Harry gave the older woman a disbelieving look. Was she serious? He could name a million reasons why, starting with the very dress she wore now.

He wasn’t against buying the girls nice things, nor did he really care about what the girls bought with his coin. He had plenty of it to last a thousand lifetimes after all. Most of the girls took full advantage of this. Narcissa herself spent nearly the cost of a brand-new Firebolt every month on her various shopping sprees. Pansy and Astoria, too, weren’t afraid of splurging with his gold, though Harry was a bit more strict with their allowances than Narcissa. Even then, the two girls combined probably spent enough to keep Diagon’s fashion district afloat by their purchases alone.

Isabella was given this same privilege as were the others. The issue was, Isabella proved to have more…exotic preferences than the others.

The Dragonskin dress was striking, yes, and Harry wasn’t afraid to admit the woman looked downright sinful in the shimmering red scaled material. But as sexy as the woman was, the fact still stood that dragon skin was an extremely controlled resource. The only way she could get an entire dress custom-made (and it was custom, judging by how well it clung to her mouth-watering curves) out of the material was if she bought it from the black market.

Isabella scoffed at his judging look and crossed her arms. “I already said I would only purchase from legal establishments going forward!” 

“Then your allowance should more than cover those purchases.” He rolled his eyes. “I fail to see the problem.”

“The problem is that pug-nosed wench gets nearly double the gold, yet only does half the work as I!” Isabella cried. She stomped around the edge of his desk, coming to a stop when she stood before Harry’s chair, before jabbing a finger into his chest. “It's. Not. Fair!”

“And I don’t give a damn!” Harry snapped, finally losing his patience with the Italian witch. He slapped her hand away with a snarl. “Perhaps if you were less of a miserable bitch I’d see fit to give you more, but as things stand, your moaning is only making me want to take away your allowance altogether!”

Isabella opened her mouth once, twice, before finally letting out an enraged shriek.

“You insufferable man!” She made to jab him in the chest once more, but Harry caught her wrist in a tight grip. Scowling, he pulled the enraged witch forward until she collapsed onto his lap. Before she could utter a word, he snatched a handful of her shimmering black locks and yanked hard. The pained grunt she expelled felt more satisfying than it ought to have.

“My patience for your little tantrums grows thinner each day, Isabella. You’d be wise to start minding your tongue before I find a more suitable punishment for a disobediant slut like you.” He pulled her close with a yank of her hair. “I could sell you to Knockturn Brothel – whore you out until you’ve earned enough to pay beach every single Galleon of mine you’ve spent. Is that what you want?”

Isabella grunted as she fought against his grip, but the fear in her eyes betrayed her confidence. Finally, after a few more moments of struggling in vain, Isabella slumped against his grasp and shook her head.

“That’s what I thought.” Harry hummed. Releasing her, he regarded the caramel-skinned witch as she fell to the ground with a grunt. He had every intention of dismissing her before, yet now he was far too fired up to just let Isabella walk free. The carnal desire to use her for his own pleasure roared within his chest, and Harry could not find it within himself to ignore it. 

With a snap of his fingers, he drew Isabella’s attention back to him. “Now make yourself useful and strip.”

Isabella groaned but did as she was ordered. He watched in satisfaction as she unzipped the hidden zipper of her dress. The shimmery red garment fell to the ground, leaving the older woman bare before him. She didn’t bother to cover herself. Isabella was neither ashamed nor demure enough to care about nudity. Even angry, she stood before him proudly, her large caramel breasts and wide voluptuous arse a feast for his eyes to devour.

She looked at him expectantly, one eyebrow raised as if to say, ‘Well?’

Harry replied by simply gesturing to his crotch. The woman huffed but sank to her knees, regardless, her hands expertly undoing the clasp of his belt as she shot him a look of irritation.

“Don’t you even think about cumming on my face. I just washed my hair!” She hissed before dipping her head down and engulfing his cock.

Harry let out a deep groan as his cock was envelopped by her hot wet mouth. A bitch Isabella might be, but she was a bitch that certainly knew how to suck cock. He took a fistful of her ebony black locks, forcing her to take more of him down her velvety gullet. She took him without issue. The older witch had quickly become accustomed to acts such as this after their angry fuck on the couch. Harry had made it clear that he would use her however he saw fit. Slaps, biting, spitting – she bore the harshest of his treatment, and took it all in stride. In fact, Isabella loved it. How a snobby witch like herself could be so kinky was a mystery, but Harry took full advantage of her vices.

As she took him down, deepthroating his girthy length until her lips were pressed against his groin, Harry reached down and pulled at the piercing adorning her left nipple. Her cry of surprise was muffled by the cock between her lips, yet that didn’t stop her from glaring up at Harry. Harry paid her no mind, pinching and twisting the pierced nub before moving on to its twin. Each strangled groan and muffled gasp sent pleasurable sensations up his shaft. Even the,n Isabella continued her work, rocking her head back and forth along his length.

‘GLURK GLURK GLURK!’ 

The wet tunnel of her throat convulsed around his cock. Harry couldn’t help but moan from the sensation. It was only when air became too much of a necessity that she finally pulled off his length.

“Must you paw at my breasts like a brute?” She coughed lightly.

Harry shot the woman a smirk and gave her right tit a pointed squeeze. “Can’t blame me. You may have a repulsive personality, Isabella, but your body is undeniably enticing.”

Strangely enough, the Italian witch almost seemed to preen at his words. Clearing her throat she sat up just a little bit taller all the while her hands remained busy pumping his cock.

“Yes…well…it can at least be said that you have good taste.” She took a breath in preparation before moving back down to his straining cock. She started much slower this go around, exploring his cock first with small kisses and licks up the shaft before even daring to wrap her lips around his cock head. When she did, Harry was forced to suppress a hiss of intense pleasure as Isabella sucked harshly on his overly sensitive tip with moaning eagerness.

She stayed there for a moment, seemingly enjoying the way he spasmed against her tongue. Her hands worked the lower half of his cock, lazily pumping him in torturously slow strokes. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He groaned.

Isabella pulled off his cock head with a light ‘pop!’. “Whatever do you mean, my lord? I’m simply being an obedient whore like you wanted.” The words ‘my lord’ and ‘whore’ were accentuated by a squeeze of his cock. A mirthful gleam danced in her eyes as she smiled up at him innocently.

So that’s how she wished to play it…

With a snap of his fingers, his desk was cleared. Isabella squealed as she was unceremoniously hauled up by her hair before he pressed her hard against the unforgiving wooden surface. Just as he was lining his cock head up with her dripping slit, the door to his study opened once more.

“You called, my lord?” Pansy asked. The brunette didn’t so much as blink when Isabella released a wailing moan. His cock pierced her folds in a single thrust, focing the older witch to bury her face into the hard wood beneath.

“I did,” Harry grunted. He gripped the sides of Isabella’s waist, easing into a steady pace of slapping thrusts against her backside. “Isabella here believes she deserves a bigger allowance. It will be up to you to decide if she’s earned one.” He said between thrusts. Raising his hand, he cracked his palm against Isabella’s caramel arse cheeks with a loud ‘SMACK!’ The witch cried out, nails digging into the desk in both pleasure and pain.

A smirk broke out on Pansy’s face as she caught on to his meaning. “Of course, my lord.” The brunette pulled at the strings of her skimpy uniform. The lacey material fell away, leaving her just as bare as Isabella. Without a word, Pansy strolled up to the desk. Isabella mustered enough strength to lift her head up in confusion just as Pansy hiked one leg up onto the desk and pushed the older woman’s face into her hairless quim.

Isabella let out a loud “MMMH!” in both surprise and pleasure. Her pussy gushed along his length, coating the veiny surface of his cock in a thick layer of her arousal. She hadn’t came, but it was a damn close thing. As Isabella’s moans were snuffed out by Pansy’s folds, the brunette too moaned aloud, grinding her cunt relentlessly against the Zabini matriarch’s face.

“Ah~” Pansy mewled. “F-Fuck! The bitch is s-suprisingly good at th-this!” 

Harry grunted in affirmation. Isabella seemed almost eager by the way she devoured Pansy’s pussy. The older witch obviously had experience pleasuring other women. Her tongue moved with expert precision, undulating against Pansy’s clit, never wasting a single flick to anything other than the brunette’s pleasure.

“Fuck, you really want that raise don’t you?” He muttered.

Isabella responded by shaking her arse back and forth, grinding his cock deeper inside her tight molten pussy. Harry groaned, bringing his hand down once more to slap her caramel globes. Red handprints marred their surface, the flesh rippling as he drove his cock into her depths with increasing force. He could hear Isabella moan in approval, whispering her cries of pleasure into Pansy’s cunt with every lick. It wouldn’t be long until she tightened around him in climax once more, and by the look on Pansy’s face, the younger witch wasn’t far behind.

“That won’t do.” He whispered.

Just as he felt Isabella’s core begin to flutter, Harry pulled back. His cock sprang free from her folds and he watched as her pussy spasmed, desperately trying to clamp down on something that wasn’t there.

Isabella whined in protest, pulling her own face away from Pansy’s cunt just as the girl began to tip over edge herself.

“What the fuck?!” Isabella cried. “I was about to cum!”

“Well so was I!” Pansy whined. “My lord please! Let me punish her for ruining my orgasm!”

Harry shook his head. “I have a better idea.” He sat back into his chair, his hardened cock hanging stiff in the air as it glistened with Isabella’s juices. “Since you both want something, we’ll make a bet. Whoever can make me cum will get what they deserve, plus they’ll get to cum as well.” He raised an eyebrow and regarded both girls. “Deal?”

Pansy and Isabella locked eyes. A heartbeat passed as both girl stared at each other in silence, then, like the cracking of thunder, both were off pushing and shoving as they dropped to their knees before him.

“Ugh! Move!”

“Stop it you-” CRACK! “Ow! YOU BITCH!”

Pansy smirked victoriously from where she wrapped her lips around his cock. The brunette threw up her middle finger, moaning as she bobbed her head along Harry’s length. 

Isabella glared at the girl. A red handprint now marred her cheek from where Pansy had struck her. With a growl the older woman surged forward, lathering her tongue along Harry’s ballsack while she reached forward and pinched the other witch’s nipples as hard as she could.

Pansy flew back with a cry of pain, clutching her bruised areolas whilst Isabella quickly replaced the girl's mouth with her own upon his cock.

Back and forth it went. Pansy would slap and bite. Isabella would scratch and choke. Pansy would yank Isabella away by her hair, only for Isabella to pinch her clit the second Pansy’s pushed his cock down her throat. By the time Harry felt himself even close to cumming, both girls were covered in bites and scratches. Saliva coated both their chins, dripping onto their breasts while their hair was tousled from their fight. Pansy had the upper hand now, the brunette girl rapidly bobbed her head up and down his length as fast as she could. Below her, Isabella thrashed and and clawed at the younger girl’s thighs, her face currently smothered by Pansy’s arse.

“Fuck! Pansy-” Harry groaned. A glimmer of victory spread across Pansy’s face as his climax rapidly approached. That lapse, however, would cost her. Just as his cock began to swell in her mouth, Isabella managed to push the girl off. The first jet of cum splashed across the older witch’s face. The second and third were shot down her throat, while the fourth pooled against her tongue as she sucked the remaining droplets from his throbbing tip.

“Mmm~” Isabella moaned. She pulled back, opening her mouth wide to show the collection of sticky white liquid coating her tongue. “Looks like I win my lord.” Behind her Pansy let out a groan of defeat.

Harry smiled and gave the woman a nod. “Indeed you did. Now come here.”

Isabella did so happily, sliding onto his lap with her breasts pushed into his face. He brushed the tip of his cock up and down her folds, teasing her entrance as Isabella whimpered with need. “I promised you’d get what you deserve and so you will.” He whispered and pushed his cock lower.

Isabella’s moan caught in her throat as her arsehole was suddenly stretched open. 

“Every inch of me you take up your arse is another hundred galleons added to your allowance. Good luck.” He smirked

She cried out, seemingly gasping for breath that wouldn’t come as his cock went deeper and deeper and deeper-

“Oh fucckkkkkkk…” She slurred, her vision going white as Harry finally bottomed out inside her. She could only whimper as Harry began to thrust. She doubted she’d be able to walk for the next week at all.

It was worth it, though. She was already planning her next shopping trip in her head!

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“You know when I first contacted the two of you for help, it was supposed to be for Harry’s public image, not his cock.” Daphne huffed.

Hestia giggled and slumped onto the couch next to the blonde. Flora handed her a glass of wine, her twin sipping idly on a flute of red pinot herself.

“You should have thought of that before bragging about how good he was in bed, love.” Hestia laughed.

Daphne grimaced to herself. “I was drunk!”

“Oh yes, and so very willing to spill every juicy detail,” Hestia smirked. “Though truth be told, you played down how good it was. He was-” The petite girl shivered at the memory. “Exquisite.“

Daphne rolled her eyes and looked over at Flora. “Your sister is a harlot, you know this, yes?”

The mute girl smirked devilishly and nodded, prompting her sister to throw her a faux glare. 

“Traitor. I seem to remember you slobbering all over his cock like an excitable pixie, or am I wrong?” Hestia said with a demure smile.

Flora shrugged and took a sip of her wine, more than willing to admit when her sister was right.

“Our lord’s bedroom skills aside, we do have the first phase of our plan ready. All we need now is for Harry to play his part.”

“His part?” Daphne said with a furrowed brow. “And what would that be?

Hestia and Flora shared a look, a silent conversation passing between them before Hestia turned to her with a smirk.

“Simple, we need him to host a ball.” She said with an excited tone.

Daphne groaned and set her glass of wine aside. “He’s not going to like that.”

Hestia shrugged, leaning back against Flora’s chest comfortably. Under normal circumstances, they would keep up the pretence of two cold, calculative Slytherins. They’re disposition of icy stoicism and deliberately identical movements was meant to unnerve people – set them on edge – and throw them off their game. All in order to give them the upper hand.

Plus, Hestia thought it was quite fun.

Not around Daphne, though. They had found a close friend in the blonde when everyone else was intent on avoiding them at Hogwarts. The twins’ own icy demeanour was outmatched by Daphne’s own, and the Greengrass heiress soon took them under her wing, teaching them just how to keep their cards as close to their chests as possible.

Little moments like this, where she and Flora could unwind, were rare, especially around others. But Daphne was an exception.

“He doesn’t have to like it, he just needs to do it.” Hestia scoffed. “Flora and I shall make all the necessary preparations. Harry’s job will be to show up and pretend the whole thing was his idea.”

Flora nodded behind her as she wound an arm around Hestia’s midsection. Daphne sighed from across the couch and set her wine flute aside.

“It won’t be easy, but I’ll do my best to… persuade him.”

“Flash your tits at him. That’d be more than enough to persuade me to do anything you wanted!”

“...Again Flora, your sister’s a whore.”

Flora nodded once again, ducking out of the way in silent laughter as her sister threw a pillow in retaliation.

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Author’s Note

First chapter of the rewrite done! For those who go back and read the old Chapter 16, you’ll notice that while some things were kept, a large majority of this chapter’s content was added and expanded upon. This was to better set up the next chapter, which will also take place before the ball. 

As a note: The plot going forward is going to change to what was written in the old chapters 16 and 17.

Thanks for reading!