To The Victor Go The Spoils - Chapter 17

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 17: The Bill Always Comes Due

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Daphne screamed in horror as the spell slammed into Harry’s chest. The crackling green energy of the Killing Curse washed over his body as he fell. She couldn’t make out the details of his face through the tears in her eyes, but she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to. Seeing his cold lifeless eyes would break her even more than she already felt.

A wheezing laugh filled the air as Harry’s body hit the ground. Daphne turned towards the attacker, a wide smirk splayed across his lips in victory.

“He’s dead! Ahahaha! I killed Harry Potter!” The dishevelled attacker cried out with glee. His beady eyes locked onto hers and his smirk grew even wider. “Shame about your boyfriend eh Greengrass? Don’t worry though! You’ll join him soon enough…”

His wand turned towards her, green energy already sparking at the tip. Daphne was surprised to feel anger instead of fear gnash and broil inside her chest. She wasn’t afraid to die, at least not as much as she thought she’d be. No, she was fucking livid she wouldn’t have the chance to rip this bloody rat apart for what he did. She could only hope now one of the others- Narcissa, Pansy, ‘Stori- might avenge them both.

Daphne closed her eyes as the man’s mouth twisted into a snarl. With a growl, he spoke aloud the incantation that would bring her end.

“Fuck that stung!”

Daphne’s eyes flew open in shock as a voice she never expected to hear again called out. Spinning around, she watched as Harry grunted and stood to his feet clutching his chest. A small pulse of green light emanated from under his hand, beating softly against his sternum.

“Impossible!” The attacker roared. “No this is a trick! It has to be!” The man levelled his wand towards Harry once more. “I killed y- GACK!”

The beady-eyed man was cut off as a cough tore its way from his throat. Blood spattered from his mouth, staining the grass below a deep crimson.

“You seem to have forgotten the terms of your oath” Harry growled from beside her. “You are nothing but a dog meant to be commanded as needed.” He stalked towards the man, one slow step at a time. A dangerous glint shining in his eyes.  “A dog is meant to listen to its master. If it doesn’t then it is nothing more than a rabid mutt.” He grabbed the wheezing man by the front of his robes, his hand extending, opening to reveal a small ball of sickly green energy crackling within. “And rapid dogs must be put down.” Harry finished with a snarl.

The ball of light zipped from Harry’s outstretched hand and slammed into the man's forehead. Daphne watched in quite disbelief as the bleeding man’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his skin cracking and turning an ashen grey. Before her eyes, the assailant's entire body began to dissolve, as if he were nothing more than dust in the wind. The only thing that remained was a pile of robes and a single smouldering wand burning in the grass.

Harry turned towards her with a look of exhaustion on his face. The glint from earlier was nowhere to be found and instead was replaced by a weariness she hadn’t seen before.

“D’phne?” He croaked, swaying slightly on his feet.

Daphne ran forward, catching HArry in her arms with a small grunt just as he stumbled to his knees.

“You’re okay.” Harry whispered, his eyes tracing every inch of her face.

“Me?!” She sputtered. “What about you?! What was that Harry?”
Harry furrowed his brow and stood once more with her help. He grunted in slight pain as she helped haul him to his feet, but otherwise, he appeared fine.

“I don’t know… It was like this trance came over me. I knew what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to do it. And the magic I used…I’ve never felt anything like it Daph’.”

Daphne let the meaning of his words wash over her. Could it have been the bond that triggered such an event? From what Harry had said the man had been subjected to the oath. Perhaps the man's death had been triggered when he attacked Harry. The blood that had spewed from his mouth wasn’t natural after all and had come out of nowhere.

But if that was the case, then why would the magic of the oath force Harry to kill him?

It was a moment wrapped in far too many unknowns and neither she nor Harry were in the right frame of mind to search for answers. She could have lost him today… The realization that Harry could have died right in front of her tore at her throat. A small sob escaped her lips and she buried her face into his chest.

Harry wrapped her in a tight hug, his grip on her just as strong. It would be foolish to think such an event wouldn’t have an effect on him- not that he would show it of course. In her short time of knowing him, Daphne knew Harry would much rather hide his emotions away while trying his best to soothe hers. That wouldn’t do.

“Can we go somewhere quiet? Just the two of us?” She asked with a pleading tone.

Harry looked at her with those bright, vivid eyes. Eyes thankfully that were full of life and nodded.

She watched as he quickly shot off a spell, a brilliant silver stag appearing before him as he muttered something that didn't reach her ears. The stag bowed its head in acknowledgement and raced off, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

At her questioning gaze, Harry explained. “Patronus message to Director Robards. This is technically a crime scene now so it’d be best if he was made aware. I’m sure there will be aurors here within the hour.”
Daphne nodded in understanding and sighed. “I’ll let the twins know to start clearing people out. An auror investigation would all but ruin the publicity of this event.”

As if summoned, Flora appeared on the steps leading to the manor. The speechless girl met them with a raised brow and her wand poised downwards as if ready for an attack.

Daphne quickly relayed the recent events to the girl. Seeing Flora’s face morph into pained fury was slightly scary in Daphne’s opinion but she knew the Carrow Twin’s anger wasn’t directed at her.

Flora broke off from them as soon as they reached one of the private back entrances to Daphne’s family home. The blonde watched her go as Flora made her way to begin clearing the guests out before any aurors could show up and make a mess of things.

“Think she’s pissed I called the aurors before her?” Harry snarked with a lopsided grin.

Daphne rolled her eyes and helped him up the stairs, careful not to let him trip in his pained state. “Most definitely. It will no doubt make their job a great deal more difficult at the very least. She and Hestia both may even come to finish the job your attacker started.” It was meant as a joke to make light of their situation, yet there wasn’t an ounce of humour in her voice. Daphne tried to keep the fear from slipping out but her voice still wavered with emotion regardless.

Harry sighed and pulled her in closer as they approached her room. The door opened with but a wave of his hand and led her gently towards the bed.

As soon as they reached the large queen-sized bed, Daphne gasped with a heartfelt sob. She flung herself into Harry’s arms, wanting nothing more than to feel him- alive and breathing in that moment.

They held each other for a while, both content to simply bask in the feeling of the other in their arms. Minutes passed and finally, Daphne was the one who broke from the embrace first.

“Why did you do it?” Her voice broke as she asked the question, red-rimmed eyes boring into her lover. “Why did you try and sacrifice yourself like that?”

Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I had to keep you safe Daph’. I wasn’t about to just let you die.”

Daphne sniffled and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “But you nearly died in turn! You’re too important to throw your life away like that!”
“How could you say that?!” Harry shot to his feet distressed. “Your life is just as important as mine!”

“It’s not though!” Daphne cried. “If I die our plan can still continue, but if you die then everything we’re trying to accomplish dies with you! You can’t risk yourself so blatantly because of some stupid hero complex you have!”

Harry reared back as if he’d been struck, his face morphing from a look of distress to one of anger and hurt. “Hero complex?! You think I saved you because I want to be some bloody knight in shining armour?! I pushed you away first because I care for you, Daphne! I saved you instead of myself because I’d rather die knowing you’re safe than live with you dead before my feet!”

Daphne felt the guilt of her words stab deep inside her chest but she had to press on. He needed to see that it wasn’t just their lives that hinged on him being alive.

“And what of Narcissa hmm? Or Bellatrix? Pansy? Any of the others? What would happen to them if you died?! I’ll tell you! Bellatrix would be sent back to Azkaban- if not killed on sight! Narcissa would be targeted for her perceived betrayal of the Pureblood movement, as would Pansy! And that’s not even to mention the danger the oath could pose! For all we know your death would mean the death of everyone bound to you by the ancient law- us included!” Daphne paused to take a breath, letting her occlumency regain control of her emotions. “You’re not just one person anymore Harry. You hold the lives and well-being of the entire wizarding world with each breath you take.” She stood, raising her hand up to cup his cheek. “I am grateful that you care for me so much to put your own life at risk, but I care for you just as deeply my love. My heart shattered when I watched you fall…” She shuddered, forcing the memory of Harry dropping to the ground from her mind.

Harry’s eyes softened and he leaned into her touch. Slowly, they inched closer together, letting their lips connect in a deep and loving kiss.

Daphne let the feeling of his lips wash over her. The pain and fury that weighed on her mind from the attack slowly ebbed away, leaving only an intense relief and bone-weary tiredness behind.

Harry must have sensed her weariness, or perhaps even felt it himself, for he guided them both to the bed once more. The entire way Daphne kept her lips firmly on his, not wanting to waste a second and lose the comfort of his presence just yet. Her mind may have calmed- but her body still yet yearned for his touch, as if it still could not fully believe he was alive.

Daphne whimpered and pulled him atop her as they settled onto her soft mattress. Her legs moved on reflex, wrapping themselves around his waist and pulling him flush against her. They both gasped as their clothes sexes made contact. Daphne’s body responded almost automatically, her skin prickling with gooseflesh, her nipples hardening beneath her brassiere, and her womanhood dampening with a thin layer of arousal. It seemed she found exactly what her body yearned for in that moment as she was suddenly filled with a desperate need to feel Harry inside her.

“Please~” Was all she said, staring deep into Harry’s eyes in the hope of communicating just how much she needed him at that moment.

To her relief, Harry nodded, emerald eyes filled with just as much want- as much need- as her own.

They didn’t bother removing all of their clothes. The only things that were flung to the floor were the top layers of Harry’s robes and her black lace thong. Daphne reached out for him unconsciously, her fingers wrapping around his semi-hard length almost instinctually. The sheer heat that radiated from his cock forced a soft gasp from her lips. She could feel her pussy clench in response, slickening with a thick layer of arousal in anticipation.

Softly she began to stroke her lover’s cock. Daphne watched Harry’s face intently, memorizing every soft gasp and twitch of his lips from the pleasure. Seeing him respond to her touch in such a way ignited something inside her. The normal attraction she had for this man before her exploded into a near worship of her body for his.

‘He’s alive~ He’s alive and he is MINE~’ Her mind cooed.

Feeling the intense stiffness of his cock within her grasp, Daphne knew the time had come. Without being prompted, the blonde spread her legs wide, showing off her hairless slit to her lover- letting him bask in the dripping wetness of her womanhood that belonged to him. 

Harry stared in awe as he was pulled forward. The tip of his cock accidentally bumped against her clit, causing them both to moan at the brief brush of pleasure. Daphne brought Harry’s gaze to her own, staring him deep in his eyes as she guided his cock to her dripping entrance. Not a word was needed as her outer folds were split apart by his bulbous cock head. No permission- no brief nod or whispered pleas. Only two lovers gazing into each other’s very souls as they slowly joined together in a sensual embrace.

Daphne cried out as he split her open. The sensation of his cock forcing her inner walls apart was a familiar one, but tonight it was different. Tonight it was more.

Harry began slowly at first, rocking his hips back and forth gently as Daphne gasped and mewled like a pitiful kitten. Each small thrust somehow produced a million sensations at once inside her body. Pleasure, ecstasy, passion- they all boiled under her skin like pins and needles pricking at her flesh. When Harry’s mouth found the sensitive nape of her neck Daphne nearly came undone right then and there, her back arching and a sharp gasp flying from her lips. Above her, Harry growled lowly in response. His hips began to move faster, deeper. Their lovemaking transformed from a joining of love and sensual pleasure to an almost frantic fucking- both yearning to feel truly alive with the other.

Daphne sobbed with pleasure as her first orgasm erupted inside her core. The pounding of Harry’s thick cock had her pussy clenching almost painfully tight in explosive climax. The blonde could only dig her nails into Harry’s shirt as she came, the continual thrusting of his cock doing nothing but prolong her orgasm and forcing her cunt to gush with her juices.

Just as her climax began to settle and the quivering of her cunt ebb away, Harry once more growled. Gripping her by the thighs, Daphne was suddenly hauled upwards into his arm and her back pressed into the hard wood of her headboard. She barely had time to comprehend the position change before her cunt was slammed into by his engorged member was more.

“HARRRYYY!” Daphne screamed. She screamed until her throat felt raw and there was no more air in her lungs. She screamed as her pussy trembled and pulsed with another forceful orgasm. His cock had dug deep inside her and had continued to dig further. Every thrust slammed his spongey cockhead into her cervix, reaching depths inside her that she hadn’t thought possible.

The blonde could do nothing but hold on tight to her lover as he ravaged her cunt. There was no reprieve or end to his plundering. Only the loud ‘CLAP CLAP CLAP’ on his balls smacking against her arse with every thrust.

Just as her mind was growing heavy with fog and unconsciousness threatened to overtake her, Harry finally stopped. She heard him gasp softly into her ear and his cock swell inside her cunt before she was suddenly filled with a heavy warmth. Daphne cooed appreciatively as her pussy was coated with his seed. The feeling of his climax inside her made her heart soar in happiness. It was just what she needed after today, to feel him- his love and life- inside her.

“-aphne?! Harry?! Where are you- oh!” 

The door to her room had swung open to admit a very distressed Pansy. The brunette’s eyes widened as she saw them- though her shoulders sagged with relief.

“Thank Merlin I found you two!” She gasped, uncaring of their current position in bed. “A squad of aurors just arrived downstairs and they’re looking for you my lord.” Pansy explained to Harry.

Harry sighed and gently sat her back down on the bed. The warmth in her belly cooled as he pulled free from her folds, his cum already beginning to leak out in large droplets.

“I’ll distract them while you get dressed love.” He murmured against her cheek, placing a kiss on her flushed flesh quickly before pulling away to dress quickly.

Daphne nodded and watched as he was led away by Pansy, the brunette shooting a single saucy wink towards her as they left. When the door closed behind them she sighed and let her head fall back against the bed.

This would be one hell of a mess.

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Daphne was more right than she knew.

As Harry approached the squad of aurors awaiting him in the ballroom, he couldn’t help but shake the sense of foreboding that settled in his bones. That foreboding only grew when he saw just who Robards was speaking to as he drew near.

“Lord Selwyn-” He greeted the older Lord with a nod. “-I had thought you’d have left with the other guests.”

The bearded man smiled lightly in greeting and bowed his head in return. “Yes that was my intention- However Director Robards here tells me that I may have some insight I could provide for this matter.”

Harry turned towards the DMLE head with a raised brow. “Gawain?”

The older man grunted and gestured towards one of the aurors behind him. A young witch approached and pushed a file into the grizzled department head’s hand. “This- “ He said, opening the file for both he and Lord Selwyn to see. “-is the assailant. Dederich Rosby. A low-life thug who joined up with the Death Eater cause towards the end of the war. Nothing really special about him outside of somehow managing to evade capture since the end of the war. What is interesting is who his known associates were.”

Robards flipped the page, revealing a small photo of Harry’s failed assassin and two other individuals. One he didn't recognise, but the other was familiar enough. Selwyn also recognised the individual as well.

“Ah, so it seems my nephew had made even more questionable friends than I realized.” The older man frowned. “I do hope you are not implying I had anything to do with this attempt on Lord Potter’s life Director Robards.”

Harry looked at the man sharply, searching for any hint of dishonesty in the man's features, but found none. Selwyn was a master of his emotions like many experienced politicians.

Gawain huffed and closed the file. “Not at this moment Lord Selwyn. What I want is your help identifying the other individual in this photograph. The department has no intel on him- arrest records, reported sightings- nothing.”
“You think this third man could be a threat?” Harry asked.

The older auror laughed humourlessly and nodded. “One in this photo was a known high-ranking Death Eater. The second just tried to assassinate the most high-profile lord in Magical Britain. I’d bet anything that suspect number three here is just as dangerous. An unaccounted Death Eater out there can only spell trouble, gentlemen.”

“Hmm, I find myself agreeing with you Director. Unfortunately, I cannot help you.” Lord Selwyn hummed. “My nephew and I were not exactly close. His and his father’s actions made them quite the distasteful sort to be around. As a result, I know just as much about this man as either you and Lord Potter do.”

Robards peered at the bearded wizard in suspicion but seemed to accept his words in the end. With a nod, the grizzled man handed Lord Selwyn a card. “If you think of anything-”

“I will send an owl, yes of course.” Lord Selwyn said with a small bow. Turning the man extended his hand out towards Harry.

“I am terribly sorry that tonight took such a dark turn Lord Potter, but I do say it was a most excellent ball. Please let me know of your decision to my invitation soon.”

Harry nodded and gave the man a hesitant handshake. With that, the older lord smiled with another bow and whisked himself away, followed to the door by two aurors who were watching the perimeter.

“How bad is it Gawain?” Harry asked once the older lord was gone.

The longtime auror sighed and rubbed a hand through his greying hair. “Bad. Your two girls are doing damage control as best they can, but not even they can stop this mess from being in every tabloid and newspaper in the country come tomorrow morning.”

Harry snorted and turned to the man with a raised brow. “Afraid of a little PR fallout?”

“More like afraid of the aftermath,” Gawain growled. “There’s no telling what can of worms this shite opened up Potter. Rosby failed true, but who knows how many of the rats scurrying around in the dark will start feeling brave now that this has happened. You were untouchable before kid. Now? Every would-be dark lord and cut-throat out there will be vying at the chance to end the great Harry Potter.”

“Well…fuck.” Harry muttered.

Robards simply laughed. “Fuck indeed kid.”

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Author’s Note

Bit of a more emotionally heavy chapter today, but I think the previous chapter called for it! We have a mystery on our hands now! Plus- How will Narcissa and the others react to the failed attempt on Harry’s life? And whatever came of Mrs. Nott and her planned trip to Germany… Guess you’ll find out soon!

Thanks for reading!