A Scoundrel's Staycation Ch. 24 (Harry Potter AU) (Patreon)

(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

A/N: Maaaail~

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There’s a mail owl waiting for them when they arrive back at the manor. Fleur tries to go for it immediately, but Harry stops her and steps forth instead.

“But it might be dangerous!”

Giving the part veela an amused look as he takes the letter from the regal-looking owl, Harry chuckles.

“That’s precisely why I’m checking it out and not you, my dear.”

Fleur fumes, clearly feeling that her life and health are less valuable than his own. Harry, of course, strongly disagrees with that fact. He’ll just come back if anything actually manages to kill him. And anything that fails to kill him, he’s more than equipped to handle with his magic. Fleur is not so lucky and so he will never risk her life when he could risk his own instead.

In the end though, a slew of diagnostic spells cast in the blink of an eye show nothing noticeably dark or even magical about the letter. At the same time, Harry reads who it’s from… and arches a brow in both surprise and amusement. Someone was moving… quickly.

“Who is it?”

Glancing back to Fleur, Harry shrugs.

“It would seem that Lady Malfoy has already found reason to get in touch with me. Let’s see if she’s heard about the Wizengamot Meeting or if this is something else entirely…”

Without further ado, he cracks open the letter and unfolds it. His eyes dart back and forth across the parchment page in silence for a few moments as he consumes the contents… and the underlying intent behind Narcissa Malfoy’s words. In the end, he can’t help but smirk a little bit.

“What… what is it? What does she say… i-if you don’t mind me asking, my Lord.”

Harry huffs and rolls his eyes at Fleur’s sudden insecurity.

“I don’t mind you asking one bit, Fleur. I doubt I would like having you in my service if you never asked a single question and just stayed quiet and biddable at all times.”

Fleur blushes at that and quickly nods before gesturing to the letter as if to say ‘… So?!’. Chuckling, Harry waves the piece of parchment up and down a bit.

“It’s exactly as expected, really. She has indeed already heard about both my claiming of the Potter and Black Seats and my intention to consolidate them into a new seat for House Hallows. However, she clearly doesn’t know that I’ve already requested a meeting of the Wizengamot, because amidst all of her flowery language, there are some thinly veiled threats that she might do it herself if we cannot come to an arrangement.”

As if summoned by his very words, another owl, this one clearly just a standard barn owl from the Ministry, flies in low and lands on the fence outside of his manor. Chuckling some more, Harry steps over and takes the letter from it as well, not at all surprised to find that it is the confirmation and general summons that Padma Patil had promised he would receive ‘later today’. The date of the meeting, as it so happens, is in exactly one week.

“I wonder if Lady Malfoy received this exact same summons just now along with the other members of the Wizengamot. If she did… well, she might be feeling a mite foolish at the moment to have sent her own letter so… quickly.”

Indeed, were this a normal version of his world, one with a Lucius Malfoy shadow ruling through Cornelius Fudge, then Harry would have expected Lucius to already know everything beforehand, including that Harry himself had called for a meeting of the Wizengamot.

Unfortunately for Narcissa Malfoy, she had inadvertently shown her hand with this move. Her own intelligence network was nothing compared to what her late husband would have had access to back in the day. While she had been informed about Harry’s intent to consolidate beforehand, her sources hadn’t been able to give her everything. Egg on her face, yada-yada.

“… Do you think she’ll send another letter then, once she realizes the mistake she’s made?”

Harry considers Fleur’s question for a long moment before shaking his head.

“No, I doubt it. She’ll know that she’s already embarrassed herself. At this point, her best bet will be to cut her losses and start preparing for our confrontation at the Wizengamot at the end of the week. There, she’ll have to put every bit of firepower she has into preventing me from erasing her family and absorbing it into my new House. Otherwise… any plans she had for House Black will be done for.”

Fleur nods along with him, her head bobbing up and down in easy agreement with everything he’s saying. That is, until Harry pauses and looks down at Narcissa’s letter again.

“Although… I could very well send her a missive instead. Her first letter did all but demand that I attend her at my earliest convenience, lest she have to take ‘drastic measures’. I could still do precisely that and she would be hard pressed to deny me considering the noble politics and what not at play.”

Frowning now, Fleur furrows her brow.

“But… why would you do that? She can’t possibly have good intentions. She’ll almost certainly try something if you give her the chance! You should ignore her, my Lord… it’s not safe.”

Harry just hums in a non-committal fashion as he stares down at the two letters for a moment longer. In the end, he shrugs.

“We’ll see.”

Fleur doesn’t look happy to hear that, but only one of them is the boss here so ultimately she just pouts and falls quiet, following behind him as he finally leads them both inside.

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Hours later, Harry strides into the family library wearing little more than an open robe, his dick out and swinging between his legs. Dinner had been good… and so had the activities that he and his lovely assistant had partaken in afterwards. Fleur was all tuckered out now though, so he’d left her behind to sleep off their fun while he himself got a little bit more work done. Still had energy, mostly mental, to bleed off after all.

Standing there amidst the shelves, not an ounce of dust anywhere to be seen thanks to preserving charms on both bookcases and books alike, Harry tilts his head to the side and lifts up a hand.

“Accio Crimson Sanguine.”

There’s a moment’s pause before a singular book, a large tome jacketed in dark red velvet, comes flying through the air, zigzagging among the bookshelves so as to not plow right through any of them. It hits his palm and Harry closes his fingers around it as he lowers it down and takes a good look at the very first thing he’s been asked to find for a client.

“Oh? Is someone looking to brush up on his Blood Magic? Then again, you’ve done that already haven’t you? That seems like a bit of a… beginner’s text for you at this point, Master.”

Death comes sweeping out from around a corner, smiling with Morticia Addam’s face as her dark eyes twinkle with wicked amusement. Her gaze lingers on the tome in his hands for only a moment… before darting lower still, to where his cock is dangling freely out of his open robes.

A tongue traces out to lick at plush, dark lips and a moment later his constant companion is down on her knees. Harry just sighs a bit… he often wondered if Death was this much of a nymphomaniac before he’d wound up as her Master, or if something to do with him becoming her Master had turned her into one.

He’d asked before, but she’d just winked at him mysteriously and asked him right back if he really wanted to know. The truth was… he didn’t. Because if it was the former, what did that say about the multiverse? And if it was the latter… what did that say about him?

Regardless, as she frees her massive, pale breasts from the confines of her black, wispy dress and proceeds to wrap her tits around his cock, Harry ignores her antics for the moment, answering her words instead even as he opens the tome in his hands and begins perusing its contents.

“It’s my first P.I. case. One Tracey Davis came in to see me today. She hired me to locate a copy of this tome for her. Crimson Sanguine… I can’t quite imagine why she would want it, but to be fair I barely remember Tracey or what she was all about and I’ve never had interactions with her in any other world I’ve been in before.”

It was, admittedly, something of a blind spot for him. Tracey Davis might have been in his year, but she was unfortunately quite forgettable. Harry couldn’t even have said what sort of antics she got up to at Hogwarts itself, let alone what she got up to after they had graduated. She wasn’t a Death Eater he was pretty sure, which made sense because even if she was a Slytherin, she was still a half-blood.

Had she been a casualty of war in his original timeline? Harry hadn’t memorized the names of every wizard and witch killed by Voldemort’s forces or anything like that.

… Truthfully, it wasn’t worth worrying about. His original world and life were a dozen universes behind him. And even the last universe didn’t matter as much as the current. Allowing himself to be bogged down by questions about the past or regrets about things he hadn’t done in previous worlds was a Zero Sum Game… not worth playing.

Instead, he focuses on the present. He’d interacted with this Tracey Davis. He’d accepted her job. And now he was holding the very tome she’d hired him to find. All that was left was for him to get it to her… but Harry couldn’t help wondering what she wanted with it.

Down below, Death hums as she slides her beautiful white globes of titflesh up and down his now-hard cock. His throbbing erection pushes up out of the top of her cleavage at this point, having grown to full mast under her ministrations. She leans in to lick and lap at the tip of his dick a few times while making curious noises as he spoke.

Obviously, Harry knows that Death already knows what Tracey’s ‘deal’ is. But just like the mystery surrounding the deaths of all of Magical Britain’s Wizards, if he asked Death what she knew, it would ruin the fun of discovering things himself. Getting Death to just give him all the answers made things exceptionally boring, something Harry had learned over his lives after utilizing her extensively to solve all of his problems in his second and third worlds.

There, with Death whispering everything that Harry wanted to know right into his ear, he’d basically become omniscient, albeit not omnipotent. He’d known what everyone was up to, what everyone had been through, and what everyone was going to do. It had… made things extremely predictable and though Harry had saved a lot of lives and been the Big Damn Hero just like he was in his first world… it had ultimately cured him of what his Hermione had always called his ‘Saving People Thing’.

Not that Harry wouldn’t still protect those precious to him even to this day, but he no longer went out of his way to rescue complete strangers and ensure nobody died on his watch ever. He wasn’t a hero at this point… he was just a traveler passing by.

As these thoughts run through Harry’s mind, he comes to the end of Crimson Sanguine. The tome is exactly what he thought it to be in this world same as any other. A primer on Blood Magic with some questionable rituals and ‘dark’ magics, but nothing over the top or truly evil.

It was precisely the kind of book that the Ministry wouldn’t let be sold in shops but also wouldn’t try and confiscate from the private libraries of Magical Lords and Ladies. That might be why Tracey wanted it, in fact… after all, she was no noblewoman. So while it was as easy as a single ‘accio’ for him, getting her hands on Crimson Sanguine would be a lot harder for her.

Letting out a sigh, Harry closes the tome and sets it on the table next to him. Then, he looks down at Death with an amused smirk as she gazes up at him with Morticia’s eyes. Reaching down, he grabs hold of her hair and pulls her up by it, not bothering with gentle as he yanks her from her knees and up to her feet.

“Oh! My Master is sooo rough and f-forceful~”

“Minx. Like you weren’t hoping for it.”

Harry bends Death over the large wooden table right next to the copy of Crimson Sanguine. He grabs her dress with both hands and proceeds to rip it open, knowing full well that its not real anyways and can be reconstituted in an instant.

Exposing the pale globes of her fat ass, Harry brings his hands down on Death’s bottom, clapping her cheeks and making her moan.

SMACK! SMACK!

Then, he spreads her thighs, lines up, and unceremoniously shoves his cock into her hot, wet pussy. Death cries out before mewling piteously as she claws at the table beneath her, shuddering and arching her back and quivering in all the right ways.

Harry fucks her soundly from behind, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh soon filling the library as he takes her to pound town. At the same time though, his mind is admittedly already moving forward into the future, wondering what he should do next.

Does he try to meet Narcissa before the Wizengamot Meeting? Or does he leave her to stew in her own inadequacy and see what sort of offensive she mounts once there? If the former, he should probably leave Tracey waiting until afterwards as well. But if the latter… well, he could contact Tracey and relay his success as early as tomorrow if he had no intentions of getting back to Narcissa before they faced one another in the Wizengamot Chambers.

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