To The Victor Go The Spoils - Chapter 7

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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A Widow Meets A Black

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Alerie Parkinson sipped at her tea with a frown. Across from her sat her long time rival, Narcissa Mal- Black doing much the same. However, Narcissa wore not a frown but a mighty smirk as she threaded her fingers through the brown head of hair that sat between her thighs. The girl between them was attacking her folds with a passion that made the Parkinson woman blush heavily.

Alerie tried her best not to watch her daughter eat out the pussy of the woman before her, but it was a very eye catching scene. Thankfully she was saved any embarrassment as Harry entered the room.

“Apologies for being late I was- uh- occupied elsewhere.” He said, smoothing a few wrinkles from his clothing.

She eyed his ruffled robes and held back a snort. Occupied was not the word she would use. Alerie would bet everything that there was currently a well fucked Astoria Greengrass upstairs in his bedroom. No matter, he was here now and she could finally get this out the way.

“Ahem, I have read through the packet your solicitor sent me and of course agree to all your terms my lord. I just had a few questions if I may?” Alerie smiled nervously. She reached down into her purse and pulled free a thick stack of parchment.

Harry gestured for her to continue as he sat, the young lord paying no mind to the moaning blonde currently having her cunt lavished. Alerie nodded and took a breath. Leafing through her stack of parchment she finally stopped on one particular page. “The main points are clear. House Parkinson will vote for any legislation House Potter support or proposes whether through you or your proxy. All dark artifacts    are to be handed over for study and destruction. These and the others are all more than acceptable as I said before, however I was hoping you could expand a bit more on Article 9 my lord?” The woman said with a bow of her head.

Harry wracked his brain in thought for a moment before his eyes lit up in recognition. “Ah yes the ‘Reap What You Sow’ clause! Well you see I’m currently gathering a team of accountants and a few more solicitors to go over each convicted Death Eater’s crimes. From there they’ll give me an itemized list of the cost of damages each individual caused, whether on property or people, and then it will be up to their families to pay it back!” He exclaimed excitedly.

Alerie gulped loudly at his words, already tallying up every bastardly crime her oaf of a husband committed. “B-but my lord surely the ministry reparations-“

“Were very helpful in the physical repair.” Harry interrupted. “You misunderstand me Lady Parkinson, your money will not go to patching up walls and paying off medical bills. No, your money will go towards the funding of new businesses, hospitals, tuition, unemployment, and even research grants. All accumulating to helping repair the societal toll your husband and all his Death Eater buddies bore on wizarding advancement.” 

He leaned in, his blazing green eyes boring into her very soul. “Every single galleon will help build the equality that your lot sought to tear down. Britain will become what it should have been long ago, a utopia for all magicals no matter their ‘blood-status’.”

She cast her eyes down low and let his words sink in. Nervously her fingers tapped the side of her water glass as she digested this new information.

“I see… thank you for clearing that up my lord. House Parkinson will of course pay our due as best we can.” With that she flipped back to the front page of the parchment stack and signed with the offered quill. She bit back a wince as the quill smeared her red blood across the sheet. Harry took the sheet from her, double checking her signature before nodding. 

The whole signature was merely a formality, he had the power to simply command them to obey his rules and they’d be forced to do so. However, Narcissa urged him down the solicitor route as a physical contract was more akin to what these Pureblood types were used to. Even with a magic-bound oath, there would no doubt be dissension. You get them to sign a piece of paper with a quill though? Well these idiot’s would treat it as  gospel. 

It was more or less a legal placebo effect and Harry thought it was probably one of the stupidest parts of Pureblood culture.

Satisfied with her signature, Harry conjured a large envelope and placed the stack within. 

“Pansy my dear?” He called. “Would you be so kind as to owl this off to Davis & Greengrass please?”

Pansy placed one last wet kiss against Narcissa’s folds. The satisfied blonde hummed in appreciation, closing her legs slowly as the brunette vacated the area between them. Pansy barely gave her mother a passing glance as she stepped purposely over to him with a smile, her frilly maid outfit bouncing with her movements.

“Of course my lord.” She smiled, Narcissa’s juices still coating her chin. The girl gave a quick curtsy before taking the envelope from his hands and leaving the room. All the while her mother watched, a disappointed frown on her face.

“Something to say Alerie?” Narcissa bit out.

The Parkinson woman turned to glare at the blonde milf but refrained, remembering who was still in the room. Instead the woman bit down her irritation and shot over a polite smile. “I was simply wondering if it is really proper to have a daughter of a noble family wear such… outfits.” She couldn’t help but rake her eyes over Narcissa’s own outfit scathingly. The buxom witch wore a thin, Mediterranean style dress with a large slit up the side.

The blonde noticed her gaze and her eyes narrowed in irritation. “And what exactly wrong with her choice of clothing for her? It befits her station here where she serves her betters. Happily, I might add.”

“Forget I said anything Narcissa, my words are just that of a mother wanting to look out for her child.” Alerie waved off, trying to backpedal slightly from her slip up.

“Ha! Look out for Pansy? You mean like how you ‘looked’ out for her your first time here? When you offered her up like a piece of meat and left without so much as a goodbye? Don’t make me laugh, you’re not looking out for her. You’re judging her as you always have.” The blonde glared.

Alerie’s eye twitched in irritation, her blood beginning to boil. “Oh and I’m to take this critique of parenting from you? You?! Who abandoned not only your husband and his family name, but your own son to jump into bed with someone more powerful! You’re no mother, just a greedy scarlet bitc-“

Suddenly an unseen force slammed her mouth shut. Alerie made to claw at her lips in confusion, only to notice she couldn’t move at all. Slowly she began to feel it, an incredible weight bearing down on her. It weighed down her muscles and compressed her lungs. Panic set in as her chest burned for air.

“I think that’s quite enough Alerie.” A voice ground out. Her eyes locked onto its source, the sight of her lord  standing angrily while magic pulsed around him. “It is only for Pansy’s sake that I do not end your pathetic life now.”

He waved his hand and suddenly all the pressure was gone and her body lurched as it desperately gulped down air.

“Apologize to Narcissa, properly, and then get out.” He commanded, sitting back into his chair.

Alerie shakily rose to her feet and turned to Narcissa. The Black daughter was looking at her with an almost bored expression. She cleared her throat quickly before bowing her head.

“Lady Black I… would like to apologize for my earlier words… I spoke out of turn.” She meekly said.

Narcissa hummed in return. “Indeed you did. I accept your apology but I believe you still owe our lord one as well. Perhaps an act of… servitude will be sufficient?”

“I- I don’t- what?” Alerie stammered.

“Ugh, was it too complex an order for your simple mind? Fine I’ll dumb it down. Suck his cock.” Narcissa ordered. 

The blonde stared at her with hard eyes, awaiting her response. Alerie’s heart hammered against her rib cage. She vainly looked over to Harry for some form of help but was met with the same impassive expression. It seemed he was content with letting Narcissa direct things from here on out and Alerie sighed in defeat.

“As you w-wish.” She muttered. Walking over, the woman lowered herself to her knees and began working on the clasp of her lord’s trousers. The garment was shoved away along with his boxers and Alerie sucked in a gasp at her first peek of his large member. The thick pole of meat was bigger than any other she had seen and it was still growing! Tentatively, she reached forward and wrapped her thin fingers around the hot shaft. Gulping, she realized her hand was far from fitting all the way around the fat cock.

“I told you to suck it whore, not simply play with it.” Narcissa suddenly hissed from above her. A hand roughly grasped her long chestnut hair and shoved her face forward. His cock slapped against her face with a light ‘smack’ and embarrassingly enough she could feel her pussy dampen slightly at the lewd act. Not wanting to further incur the blondes bombshell’s wrath, Alerie obediently opened her mouth wide and engulfed Harry’s cock.

Narcissa hummed in approval as she diligently worked his tip. “Good. Now don’t stop until every last drop of his load is in your stomach, understand?”

“Hmng!” 

Her answer was muffled by the hard pole of flesh between her lips as she bobbed her head skillfully along his shaft. Her efforts were rewarded with a groan of pleasure from her lord and it strangely filled her with a sense of pride. Deciding to up the ante, she grasped the base of his cock in a tight grasp and began pumping her hand in time with her bobs, making sure to suck hard on the way back to stimulate his sensitive tip.

“Excellent work Alerie! I always knew you were a world class cocksucker!” The woman above her giggled. “Love remember you have your meeting with the solicitor at 12:00 p.m., so once you’re done using this slut you’ll need to head straight there. In the meantime, I’m going to see what’s taking Astoria so long. I told her to clean the upstairs suites two hours ago! I swear that girl get’s one dick ride and suddenly she’s useless!”

Narcissa stalked off with a kiss on Harry’s cheek and a curse about useless maids under her breath. Alerie shivered slightly as she realized that for the first time she was officially alone with her lord, and it just so happened his cock was buried in her mouth. It would be a lie if she said that the thought of him brutally fucking her didn’t turn her on immensely but she wasn’t here for that, at least not now.

Calling forth all her experience and skill, Alerie pushed her face forward hard. His cock hit the back of her throat with a loud ‘GLURK!’ Thankfully she had trained away her gag reflex years ago, though a cock of this size was a challenge, even for her. She pressed on however, relaxing her throat and forcing the girthy tip into her gullet. She rocked her head back and forth, letting the tight constriction of her throat do the work and stimulate his cock. Another moan was driven from his lips from her efforts, his hand coming up to thread through her hair. She squealed slightly when he forced her even further along his cock. Her nose hit his groin as his thick shaft buried itself in her fluttering esophagus. 

Alerie forced herself not to panic at the sudden loss of air and instead redouble her efforts. The rocking of her mouth became severely more frantic. Spittle rained down from her wide open mouth, soaking the front of her expensive silk robes. Lewd sounds were torn from her gullet as she ravaged her lord’s cock expertly. His groans soon became more commonplace, announcing his end was drawing near. The hand that was caressing his sack would feel the second he did so as the round testicles pulsed hard. The next thing Alerie knew, Harry’s hand was pressing her face as deep as he could onto his large pulsing cock. She could feel as spurt of spurt of his molten seed was sprayed down her gullet. Remembering Narcissa’s orders, she kept working her throat in an effort to coax every drop of cum from his balls. Her lord groaned as she did so, rocking his hips in time with her mouth as he spilled the last bit of cum into her eager mouth. 

Alerie hummed in satisfaction at the salty taste, her tongue swiping along the tip to ensure all the creamy white substance was collected. Yet, even after every bit of his cum was securely in her stomach, the older witch still kept sucking. Her body betraying her as it filled with a burning want for more.

“That’s enough Alerie, you may go.” Harry stated after a while.

The woman surprised herself with a groan of disappointment as she pulled off his glistening cock with a ‘pop’. “As you say my lord.”

As she readjusted her dress and made to leave, only one thought was on her mind.

‘I have GOT to have more…’

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Harry sighed as he listened to the man on the other side of the desk prattle on. Checking his watch, he almost groaned out loud when he realized the idiot had been blathering on for half an hour now. If lordship was this tedious then Harry didn’t know if he wanted it.

“…and that’s why my business is now the foremost reseller of quality magical appliances!” The red faced man proclaimed.

“So you’re saying it took nearly two decades for you to dominate a market where your only other competitor was a guy selling used furnaces out of his garage?” Harry sighed.

“Well m-my lord you see-“

“Stop.” He bit out. “Thank you for your time, now just sign the bloody parchment and leave.”

“B-but surely my business experience warrants some leeway with your demands my lord? After all, I never committed any actual crimes-“

Harry growled angrily. “The only leeway you get is not leaving here penniless with your company given to the halfblood you forced into bankruptcy! Now sign and get out!”

The simpering man scrambled to hastily scrawl his name across the parchment before he rushed out the room. Once the door to the meeting room swung close Harry slumped back into his chair with a sigh. A pale hand reached over and pushed a small glass of brown liquor towards him. Accepting the drink with a nod of thanks, he knocked the glass back and downed the burning liquid in one gulp.

A small giggle caused him to glare playfully at his companion. “How many more of these?” He asked with a groan. The honey blonde girl next to him smiled regretfully as she poured him another drink.

“About six or so, less if we have more who talk as much as that fool.” Daphne Greengrass said with a sigh.

Harry winced. “Never thought I’d say this, but dear god do I hope for more chatty Death Eaters then.” Daphne giggled at his joke as she sipped a drink of her own. He smiled at the pretty blonde. When Astoria had mentioned her sister had taken over for their father at the family law practice, he imagined someone quite like the dark witch. Ruthless, bitchy, and just a little bit sadistic. 

While Harry had no doubt that Daphne was every bit as ruthless as her younger sister, if not more so, the woman next to him was also kind, witty, and quite beautiful as well. Initially he had been a bit skeptical when approaching her to be his solicitor, but the former Slytherin had more than proved herself in the last couple weeks alone.

Daphne perused their schedule looking for the name of the next Death Eater family. Judging by the slight wince on her features, it wasn’t a good one.

“Guessing our next special guest will be a difficult one?” He asked.

Daphne nodded. “Isabella Zabini, known as a bloodthirsty businesswoman and not so secretive black widow. She’s killed every one of her seven husbands for their fortunes, not that anyone could prove it of course. ”

“And her connection to Voldemort?” Harry questioned.

“Nothing direct. Her third and sixth husbands were both marked Death Eaters but she never directly tied herself to the pureblood movement. At least until Blaise, her son, joined up a few months before the end of the war.” She explained.

Harry sighed. “So she’ll most likely not be pleased all of her hard earned blood money is on the line thanks to the actions of her son.” Daphne nodded as she straightened her papers.

“Not whatsoever. I’d advise you to expect drastic measures from her.”

“Assassination?”

“Most likely.” The blonde hummed.

“Bloody brilliant.” Harry grumbled. Sighing, he leaned back to await the deadly widow. The wait was not a long one as just a few minutes later, Daphne’s assistant walked in with a curvaceous brown skinned bombshell of a woman sporting an intensive glare. Isabella Zabini was the picture of beauty. Her robes hugged her body like a second skin, displaying her voluptuous curves for all to see. Her dark chocolate hair hung down like a silky river, and her caramel skin was smooth and free from blemishes. Her features were sharp and smooth in an almost aristocratic way. She walked with a sense of superiority that most pureblood did, but Harry could detect an undertone of vigilance to her gate. One that only an experienced duelist beheld.

“Apologies for the wait Madame Zabini. Please have a seat.” Daphne said politely. The woman nodded, turning to him she quickly bowed her head.

“My lord.” The woman purred. Her voice was like velvet and just those two simple words were charged with a sexual tensity.

“Rise Madame and take a seat.” He gestured towards the straight back chair the man from earlier had previously sat. She did so with a small smile, the corners of her deep red lips upturning just slightly.

“Now, I take it you’ve read the preliminary packet that was owled to you Ms. Zabini?” Daphne began.

The woman nodded, reaching into her robes to remove the aforementioned packet.

“Isabella please. It would not be proper from my lord or his… associates to refer to me any other way.” She said a small bite. Daphne narrowed her eyes but said nothing. “And yes I have. As you can see I have made a few small changes that I hope we can negotiate on.” She slid the packet over to Daphne.

Harry leaned over to examine the woman’s changes. The edges of the packet were fill with little handwritten notes and highlighted sections. There were a few paragraphs that were entirely scratched out and replaced by her own bylaws. All in all it was almost complete rewrite of the original contract.

“A couple changes?! Your ‘changes’ complete rework the entire point of the contract and you want my client to agree to this?!” Daphne exclaimed.

“I said negotiate. I am well aware some of my requests are a bit extreme which is why I do not expect Lord Potter to agree to them all, but I do think that some of my changes are warranted.” Madame Zabini replied calmly.

Daphne huffed. “I don’t think you realize your current position Isabella. You have no right to negotiate, magic has already deemed-“

“That me and my son owe fealty to Lord Potter, but this contract concerns my family as a whole, both current and future. What should happen if one of your descendants abuse this power my lord? Would you curse my grandchildren or their children to following someone who may ask terrible things of them?” She glared.

Daphne growled. “I don’t think your family future is something you need to worry about. Considering your only son is currently rotting away in Azkaban-“

“Daphne enough!” Harry scowled. “She does have a point. Let’s at least discuss these changes and I will decide what we keep or do not.”

Isabella smirked at Daphne’s defeated look. “Thank you my lord. You are most gracious.” The woman purred.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Do not think me agreeing to hear you out means you’ll get your way. Future children or not, Blaise did more than his fair share of evil during the war and you will help repay all that he destroyed.”

The older witch made to reply but snapped her mouth shut with a barely concealed grimace. She nodded back reluctantly. Harry sighed in relief, his tongue was not nearly silver enough to deal with this viper of a woman. Not for the first time did he wish he brought Narcissa along. These types of situations were more her thing.

With a breath, Daphne began. Listing off the first change, they started discussing each point. Daphne and Isabella went back and forth with Harry butting in every now and then to provide his own insight, or, more often than not, become a mediator between the two fiery women. Finally after over two hours of deliberating, changing articles and adding concessions, they were almost done.

“I guess that just leaves this last clause- Wait, this doesn’t mean what I think it does right?!” Harry exclaimed.

Daphne quickly read over the last addition, her eyebrows rising with every word. “Pursuant to Article 4, Clause 2b ‘Ensuring the security of House Zabini’ the petitioner of this contract agrees to uphold the line continuation of House Zabini through a contractual coital arrangement between the petitioner and petitionee of which shall result in one (1) male heir.” She finished reciting. “You want Harry to knock you up?!” 

“Until a son is sired, yes.” Isabella replied calmly.

Harry stared at the woman in bewilderment. “But why me?!” He sputtered.

Isabella bit the inside of her cheek in thought for a moment. “I believe Miss Greengrass said it best earlier. With my son in prison for the… foreseeable future… my family name is threatened with extinction. However, I am still quite capable of bearing another son, both medically and physically.” She said with a smirk, her large breasts jutting out between her arms.

Harry forced him gaze away from the impressive bust, turning to eye the woman warily. “That does not answer my question though.”

Isabella hummed before standing. “There are a few reasons I suppose.” She slowly began to walk around the desk towards him. “It would ensure our families remain loyal to each other for generations.” Her foot falls were soft as her hand slowly trailed along wooden desk. “Any child of yours would surely be powerful, something all witches covet.” 

She was almost on top of him now, her giants tits hung down, practically shoved into his face. He could feel her breath on his ear as she leaned down and he jumped slightly as he felt her hand begin to slowly trail up his leg to his cock. “And finally, I’ve heard rumors of what your cock can do and I’m not lying when I say I want to experience that first hand.” Her hand shot forward and groped his clothed member. His mouth shot open in a groan and she took that as her chance. Her mouth descended onto his in a searing kiss.

Harry gasped softly as her plump lips landed upon his own. Shock overwhelmed his senses and he found his body failing to respond. The woman’s lips happily took up the slack, exploring his with practiced eased. The taste of her lips was intoxicating, cherry with a hint of cinnamon and just a touch of… something else. Harry’s eyes widened and he quickly pushed the woman away. She stumbled back with a look of surprise, barely catching herself on the hard wood of Daphne’s desk.

Harry frantically wiped his mouth. “Poison! You tried to poison me?!” He exclaimed angrily. Daphne gasped beside him before quickly flicking her wand at the shocked woman. Thick ropes quickly wrapped around her body and restricted even the tiniest movement. The blonde rushed to him, wiping his mouth roughly with a napkin. Red lipstick smeared onto it and Daphne jabbed her wand into it causing the white material to glow a sickly yellow.

“Manticore venom!” She cried. “We need to get you to St. Mungo’s now!”

A loud cackle turned their attention to the tied up witch. “It’s too late my lord.” She said mockingly. “The venom I used was modified to work exponentially fast. Already it should be enclosing around your heart, you’ll be dead in seconds.” She hissed.

Harry’s eyes widened as panic began to set in, yet something in the back of his mind gave him pause. Shouldn’t something as volatile as manticore venom be basically burning him from the inside out? Yet he felt nothing. A small tingle upon his lips sure, but that may just be from the intensity of the kiss. Suddenly a memory popped into his mind. Something the memory of Tom Riddle said in the Chamber of Secrets.

‘There is nothing more deadly than a Basilisk’s bite.’

A wide smirk appeared on Harry’s face before he began to laugh. Isabella stared back at him in utter confusion, a look shared by Daphne.

“H-Harry?” Daphne questioned.

Harry turned to her with a wide grin. “Remember second year and the whole Heir of Slytherin debacle?”

The blonde nodded. “The rumors said you fought a b-basilisk, but- Oh surely not!”

He quickly pulled up is sleeve revealing the healed over basilisk bite. Daphne pulled his arm closer to get a better look. Wonderment filled her eyes as she looked at the pinkish scar tissue.

“You should be dead!” She exclaimed.

Harry shrugged. “Healed with Phoenix tears but Madame Pomfrey said a small bit of the venom would always remain within me. My guess is I now have the unintended side-effect of being immune to all lesser venoms.”  He snapped his head over to the bound assassin. “Meaning your plan failed and you now have a lot to answer for.” He growled.

Isabella stared back at him in fear. She cried out when her body was suddenly propelled forward until she was levitating inches away from his face. “You believe your name and prowess give you the right to walk over others. That stops now.” He snapped his fingers and a thin brown collar appeared around the woman’s neck. “You will spend the rest of your days serving me and my house as a lowly servant. Your family name will die with you and you will never use your skill with poison to harm another soul.”

Harry turned and grasped a quill from the desk. It glowed briefly in his hand as he pressed it into the woman’s robes. She was promptly whirled away as the portkey was activated. Daphne stared at the spot where the woman stood previously, her chest heaving as her panic settled.

“I hope you’ll understand when I say we’ll need to cancel the rest of today’s sessions.” Harry asked.

The blonde witch nodded quickly as she slumped back into her chair. “Maybe we hold off on the rest for a day or two?” She asked meekly, drawing a big sip of her amber liquor into her mouth. Harry nodded as he made to collect his things. She watched in silence for the most part till he turned to say goodbye.

“Why didn’t you kill her?” She blurted out suddenly.

“Sorry?”

Daphne grimaced. “It’s just- you had every right to kill her. Hell, magic itself would have tried to after she attempted to murder you! Meaning you had to deliberately hold it back from taking her life! Why?”

“I don’t… know. I guess that was just his way of doing things? Voldemort I mean. Cross him you were as good as dead. Now that I’m in his position- with the lives of all these people at my very finger tips- I will do anything I can to not be like him.” He stated resolutely.

The blonde nodded, her heart fluttering slightly at his look of determination. 

“Plus it will be fun seeing the high and mighty Isabella Zabini washing the floor don’t you think?”

Daphne giggled at that, before she waved him off. “Well don’t let me keep you from your fun. I’ll tell everyone else to go home. Despite the boorish groveling and the assassination attempt today was kinda fun no?”

“Definitely! We should do this again, without the Death Eaters and attempted murders of course.” Harry laughed.

A blush formed on Daphne’s cheeks as she cleared her throat. “Are you asking me out on a date Harry Potter?”

“Oh! Uhm- yes actually. I think I am.” He said with a wide grin. The smile he received in return was blinding and made his heart beat just a little faster. Part of him still felt guilty asking a girl on a date so soon after admitting his feelings to Narcissa, but as the woman had explained to him after they talked the next morning, he would still need to find a wife. The Black sister explained that while she loved him too, she could never be someone’s wife again. She would never share her bed with someone other than him but the woman wanted to enjoy being a Black again after so long. Plus they weren’t sure if the ancient law would even let them marry as Narcissa was technically just as much a servant as the other girls.

Not that his goal was to marry Daphne. He liked the girl but he would rather at least more than a few dates with her before even considering marriage. 

“Then a date it is.” The blonde said happily. She stood and made her way over to him. Harry watched her with interest as she strolled up and gave him a brief tight hug. 

“I’d give you a kiss but you still have manticore venom on your lips.” She mumbled into his chest.

Harry only chuckled as he hugged her back.

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Author’s Note

Little bit of tension this go around. Let’s see how Isabella stacks up to the other girls!

Thanks for reading!