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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Handful Of Questions
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“So explain it to me one more time?”
Harry sighed as he leveled his best friend with an exasperated look.
“She’s going to be researching various spells, wards, and enchantments that will be used to protect people. I need you to double check all of her work to make sure she’s not either A) Trying to sneak in something harmful or B) Accidentally misses something.”
Hermione nodded, her eyebrows knitting in thought.
“And where exactly is she getting the materials for all this research?”
Harry snorted. “Well seeing as her and her dipshit ex-husband tried to kill us quite a few times, I went ahead and claimed the entire Lestrange vault and properties. All materials needed are bought using that gold.”
Hermione bit her lip in thought. “Are you sure I’m the right person for this though? I haven’t even finished my first mastery yet!”
“You’re more than right for this ‘Mione. Your mind is second to none and I trust you more than anyone in the world.” He soothed. The next word’s died on the brunette’s lips as without warning, the door to his personal study was swung open. Narcissa stepped through the door with a tray of tea and small pastries. The older woman smiled kindly at him, yet her face fell slightly when she looked towards Hermione. Something he almost missed as his eyes had quickly trailed down to drink in the sight of her shapely ass that jutted out from under the incredibly short maid skirt.
Harry raised an eyebrow at her actions. It wasn’t hard to guess what she was doing. Oh Narcissa may be a minx in bed and love to watch him fuck one pureblood slut after another into a screaming mess, but the second another female he actually cared for was in the room? Needless to say the Black sister could get pretty jealous.
She pour two cups of tea quickly. As she handed his cup to him, her body leaned down low in front of his face, giving him a magnificent view of her abundant cleavage. The pale globes practically spilled out of her tight bodice and Harry made no move to hide the fact that he was staring. From the triumphant smirk on the busty blonde’s face, he did just what she wanted. 
“Will that be all master?” The sexy blonde purred.
Harry almost snorted when Hermione’s eyes bugged slightly at the unusual term. Narcissa had only ever used the term master sparingly, either in a teasing way or moments like now when she wanted to make a point. He nodded his head with a smile.
“Yes, that’ll be all Narcissa.”
“Are you sure master? You skipped your morning blowjob this morning, perhaps I can-“
“I said that’ll be all Narcissa!” He exclaimed. Hermione’s face went from bugging eyes, to blushing madly while looking anywhere but his face.
Narcissa nodded and stiffly handed Hermione her cup next, the brunette still blushing and refusing to look at the older woman before Narcissa finally left the room without a word.
“I still don’t know how you can sleep peacefully with that woman in your house.” Hermione humphed.
He rolled his eyes with exasperation. “Weren’t we just discussing the mass-murderer I have locked up in my basement?”
His best friend’s sputtering response was all he needed to laugh out loud.
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Bellatrix looked up over her pair of magical spectacles as the thick door to her new prison/laboratory opened with a mighty squeak. The tall frame of Harry Potter walked in, his eyes finding her’s immediately and Bellatrix had to fight down the instinct to lower her eyes in submission. He held her gaze for a few lengthy seconds, as if daring her to try anything. As if she could if she even wanted to.
The room was completely sealed with reinforced runic steel and wards. The walls practically shimmered with the thick layer of magical security measures enchanted into the dense metal itself. The only exit was the heavy metal door that would only open for Harry and anyone he allowed. Next was her actual room. Comprised of a large goblin made alloy, her cage was made up of 3 inch thick metal bars criss crossed with more wards and runic arrays. From her expertise in runes, she knew that the entire area was incased with several trigger schemes as well. Anything from all the air being sucked out the room, increasing the gravity a thousandfold, or replacing all available space with molten tungsten could happen is she even stepped a toe out of line. Needless to say, she wasn’t going anywhere.
He finally looked away, gazing instead at the large chalkboard behind her scribbled with her current work. She was researching a ward scheme to completely block off certain types of spells from being cast. Spells such as the Killing Curse or Cruciatus would be completely useless within these wards. Not that he could tell that by just by looking at her calculations. Bellatrix knew her new lord was no idiot, but this level of Arithmancy was something only the most fluent in the subject could even begin to comprehend.
“I spoke with Hermione and she’s agreed to be your new lab partner so to speak.” He said offhandedly.
Bellatrix scowled. “I still don’t see why I need some nanny checking over my work. Every calculation I make is flawless and there is nothing your mudblood could hope to attribute to them.”
The ebony haired woman barely had a moment to realize her mistake before she was suddenly flung backwards with incredible force. Her back slammed into her chalkboard, cracking the material in half before she came to an abrupt stop against the metal bars. The air was forced from her lungs and her back exploded in agony. A loud crack echoed off the walls at her shoulder burned with blinding pain. Stars filled her vision as the back of her head smacked against the floor. As she struggled to force air into her lungs, her eyesight was filled with the angry visage of Harry Potter glaring down at her. 
“You need to learn your place quickly Bella.” He hissed. “If you ever dare to call her that word again, I will happily finish what Tom started and shatter your mind beyond all hope of repair. Hermione is your better in every way and you have a long way to go before you even earn the right to look at her.”
With a flick of his hand, her body was propelled upwards once more. A cry flew from her lips as the sudden movement jostled her broken shoulder. Her arm hung limply next to her as she was levitated by the magical collar around her neck.
While the collar allowed her to perform minor magic needed for her work, it also made her much more susceptible to his. Barely any effort was needed on his part to hold her aloft as she was. Something that was proven again as he stepped forward and grazed her shoulder with his hand. Instantly the all encompassing pain faded, replaced by a soothing numbness. It ashamed her to admit that the whimpers streaming from her lips changed from pained to slightly…aroused. Whether it came from the years of mindless attraction to Voldemort and his power, or from the feeling of his crackling magic flowing over her body, either way Bellatrix’s thin knickers dampened slightly.
Unceremoniously, she was dropped to the floor as he ended his spell.
“Have a full report of your current findings ready by tomorrow. I’ll send Narcissa down in the morning to collect it.”
With that he walked off. The bars of her inner cell shimmered around him as if they weren’t even there. The large metal door creaking open once more before she was suddenly left alone again. It took some time to settle her breathing, and much longer for her thoughts to stop racing. God how she wished she was allowed alcohol.
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The sound of a door slamming pulled Narcissa’s attention from the pile of letter’s on the kitchen table. She watched as her lord entered the kitchen in a huff. He instantly reached for the highest cabinet, pulling free a bottle of Ogden’s and pouring a hefty glass.
“Bellatrix didn’t take the news well I take it?” Narcissa asked as he gulped down the brown liquid. He poured another glass before sitting down across from her.
“She may have pushed… a few of my buttons. I also may have attacked her slightly.” 
Narcissa breathed a quiet sigh. “Well at least you didn’t kill her…you didn’t right?”
Harry gave her an affronted look. “No! I did accidentally break her should but made sure to heal her! I just… am I doing the right thing here? I want to help change Magical Britain for the better, but using the help of people like Bellatrix seems like a backwards way to go about it.”
The blonde nodded as she digested his words. She of course knew of his plans but in truth she didn’t have much faith in them. Many had come before him with the same ideals. Every single one was either forced aside or eventually corrupted.  Dumbledore had been the closest to achieve such a goal but he gained a fear for power after the ordeal with Grindewald. Even as Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump he did very little in the terms of initiating change, preferring to instead block recessive actions by the pureblood party as best he could. Even then it was no more than holding up the status quo. 
Yet that was not to say Harry didn’t have the chance to achieve what others hadn’t. He was in a truly promising position. Essentially, all the power of the Wizengamot was in the palm of his hands through the fealty of the pureblood families. That’s not to even mention he could take their businesses, wealth, hell even their very lives, yet outside of a few instances such as with her and the girls or the Lestrange wealth, he hadn’t taken a single thing. So far he had only claimed the minimum required to satisfy that ancient roman law.
That just wouldn’t do.
“No you are not doing the right thing.”
Harry’s head snapped up with a look of shock. A flash of guilt ran through her body before she swallowed it down and continued. Standing she made her way over to his side of the table. Sitting down on the oaken surface in front of him she softly grazed her hand against his cheek.
“You believe you are betraying the people of Britain by taking Bellatrix’s help? You are owed anything and everything she can give you.” He made to argue at her words but a finger to his lips silenced him.
“I am not speaking of the stupid law. I am speaking of her debt to you and the rest of the magical world. It is not a betrayal to utilize her skill set, it’s the least she can do. The betrayal, my love, is your unwillingness to do what must be done. Bella is not the only one who has sinned greatly against the innocent in this country. Yet you are hesitant to force them to pay their due as well.”
Harry held a look of deep thought in his eyes. “But wouldn’t that make me just as bad as Voldemort? Someone using their power to subvert and control others is one of the very reasons we fought against him.” He grimaced.
“Because the only one’s who have ever done so were dark lord and only for their own selfish machinations. You are not like them, nor will you ever be, but right now the people do not need another idle hero like Albus Dumbledore. In a world where reality bends to our very will, it takes more than just a gentle hand to force change. Power speaks, and you have it in spades.” Narcissa said with a comforting smile. He returned a shaky one of his own and she had to force back a sigh at his still persisting hesitation. She would need to up the ante.
A quiet “Oomph” was forced from his lips as she suddenly settled upon his lap. The shapely cheeks or her ass ground themselves against his crotch. Already she could feel the hardening length within his trousers poking her plush bottom. Leaning into his chest, her giant tits squashed against him as her lips found purchase on the smooth skin of his neck.
“Just think about it my lord. Forcing all the scum in the land to build a world they sought to destroy. For their precious gold to pay for the education and salaries of generations of muggleborn.” She whispered, grinding her ass harder into his straining cock. He let out a hiss as his rough hands grasped her hips tightly. He was close to giving in, just one more push should do it.
Nipping at his ear, she cut the final string of his resolve. “And as you’re building the new world, it’s only fair that their wife and daughters lay before you with their whorish legs spread wide so you can breed their wet cunts with the next generation of witches and wizards.”
With a growl, he suddenly had her bent over the table with her shapely ass in the air and her blonde hair in his fist. She let out a small mewl when his rough hands rubbed at her soaking slit through her thin panties. One that was soon transformed to a cry as he pushed the cloth to the side and shoved his raging hard cock into her dripping slit. 
The feeling of his giant cock splitting her open was one she would never get used to. A grunt escaped her lips as he bottomed out and began to thrust inside her. With each slap of his hips he would tug at her long blonde hair. Her pussy fluttered around him from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Ever since her first day as his property, he loved roughly pulling her hair. She had hated it at first, or at least she thought she had. Now it was something that made her pussy practically weep as he fucked her abused cunt. She screamed at his hammering cock battered her poor g-spot, her pussy quivering as she came around him. Harry’s only response to her climaxing cunt was to smack her jiggling ass and pound into it harder.
Wet slaps filled the room as she moaned like a two sickle whore. The ground around her feet was slick with her juices as it pooled into a wet puddle. She felt his other hand, the one not holding her hair like a vice, trail down her spine and come to rest at the top of one of her pale cheeks. His thumb grazed against the crack of her ass. She whimpered as the pad of his digit suddenly pressed against her crinkled back hole. With a push backwards, she managed to urge him forward as he dove down to scoop up some of her oily juices and smear it against her tight asshole. The loudness of her cry was almost equally matched by the squelching of her climaxing pussy as he plunged his thumb into her backdoor.
If only Narcissa from a year ago could see her now. The snooty bitch would probably scoff and call her a filthy beast for indulging in anal play before going to hide in her rooms and rubbing herself into a moaning mess. Pureblood women were taught from a young age that sexual acts such as anal were for the filthy dredges of society. Narcissa had been taught much the same, yet even as a teenager, the idea of a thick cock fucking her tiny little asshole intrigued her. With Harry, that idea became reality. The younger man loved nothing more than to drive into her hot anal depths and fill it to the brim with his sticky seed, an act she too enjoyed immensely.
She grunted as another raging wave of pleasure wracked her body as she came once more. Her lovers groin was practically soaked with her juices. The slap of his balls against her swollen clit created a lovely lewd sound in their orchestra of sex. As his thumb pressed deeper into her asshole, it took almost all her will power to stop her eyes from rolling to the back of her head and pass out. Despite this, her legs shook intensely under her as her toes curled from the tsunami of pleasure. 
A weak moan leaked from her lips as her final orgasm ripped through her. The walls of her pussy clamped down tiredly around his still thrusting cock, doing their very best to milk him. Her mind became static as her body was overwhelmed with stimulation. She was barely able to hear her lover’s own grunt of pleasure as his balls emptied inside of her. The warmth that spread through her womb caused her to let out a giddy squeal even in her tired state. 
Yet even as he finished emptying his hot cum inside of her used cunt, her lord’s cock refused to soften. Instead it seemed to even grow harder as he prepared to take her again. Narcissa prepared herself as best she could, knowing very well the next bout would surely cause her to lose consciousness. Thankfully it seemed that whatever deity was watching down took pity on her.
“What are you two up to- WHOA!” Pansy cried. The pretty brunette suddenly came into her line of sight as she was pushed onto the table next to her. The girl grunted as she landed on her back and her legs were forcefully pushed against her chest. Narcissa heard a distinct ripping sound that she could only assume where the girl’s knickers. From beside her, Pansy cried out in pleasure as their lord began to roughly take her as well.
“Ah fuck! W-what did you d-do?!” Pansy squealed. Her eyes bugged out of her head as she suddenly shook with a great force. A ear shattering moan flying from her throat as the girl came on Harry’s cock.
“I may have worked him up a bit…” Narcissa breathed. Pushing herself up she turned back to watch as her lord switched between fucking Pansy’s pussy and her tight ass. “Maybe more than a bit.” She whispered transfixed. The poor girl would be lucky to walk after this.
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Pansy indeed was in no state to walk after Harry finally came inside her ass. He had to make two trips to carry both her and Narcissa up to the bedroom before he took them once again. It was only after several hours of ravaging every one of their holes that he was finally satisfied.
Narcissa hummed against his chest as he idly stroked her nude back. Every now and again his hand would dive down to play with the supple flesh of her bum. If she weren’t so exhausted the action would make her laugh. Even after fucking two women for hours on end, he still couldn’t get enough of her body.
She lay there contently for a while. The only sounds in the room were Pansy’s soft snores from below as she slept with her head on Harry’s thigh. The brunette’s hand was wrapped softly around his spent shaft like it was her favorite teddy bear.
‘It might as well be.’ Narcissa thought amusedly. She knew very well that the girl had spent many a night sucking Harry to completion before bed. It started out as a punishment but now it seemed as if the younger woman couldn’t sleep without it, not that Harry ever objected.
Just as her eyes began to close and her mind started to travel to the deep realm of slumber, Harry’s soft voice cut through the silence.
“I never expected this.” He said quietly.
Narcissa quietly hummed back as his hands now started to thread through her hair. “I don’t think many young men would expect to have two horny bed slaves but I doubt any would complain.” Her sleep filled voice responded.
Harry chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Pity, then what did you mean?”
He sighed as his fingers paused his ministrations. She groaned annoyingly as he turned suddenly and deprived her of such a comfortable pillow. Pansy too whimpered as her hand suddenly lost purchase of his cock. Her annoyance however turned to happiness and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He now faced her with his nose nearly brushing her own as he stared into her eyes.
“When I… claimed you. It was for purely selfish reasons. I was still so angry from the war and with the whole ancient law added on top of it. I wanted an outlet, and then you showed up in a skimpy dress. It made sense at the time. Use your body for my own pleasure and that was it. You are incredibly sexy after all and I won’t say it wasn’t a little bit satisfying to fuck my school rival’s own mother.”
Narcissa snorted at that but said nothing. “This whole thing between us was never to be more than just sex and fun. I never expected to care for you as much as I do now.”
Her breath hitched slightly. Surely he wasn’t- She had of course called him love several times over the last few months as a term of endearment, but recently that had changed to a very real declaration. Not that he knew that of course. But if he was about to admit what she thought he was-
His shining green eyes bored into her’s as a small smile graced his lips. “I love you Narcissa.”
She had to fight back the gasp as tears sprung up in her eyes. Without warning, she smashed her lips against his with a desperate need. With a small squeal she broke the exchange with a brilliant smile of her own.
“I love you too.”
Harry’s responding kiss gave her all the strength she needed to push herself up and straddle his waist. If they were going to admit their feelings to each other, then she was gonna make damn sure she got celebration sex out of it.
She hissed out in pleasure as his cock once more speared her depths. They would have a proper talk about what this meant in the morning. For now she was going to show her love exactly how much he meant to her.
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Bellatrix groaned as the door to her underground prison creaked open and a bright light stung her sleepy eyes.
“Ugh, I can’t exactly help fix the problems of the wizarding world if I’m blind!” She growled out.
A familiar scoff rang in her ears. “Even after all these years, you’re still a terrible morning person.”
Bellatrix risked her sight to peak one of eyes open and glare at her sister. She flopped back onto her surprisingly comfortable twin bed and gestured vaguely to her right. 
“Report is on the workbench. Now can you please leave so I can get some sleep? As thick as these walls are, they aren’t strong enough to block out your slutty moans Cissy.” She grumbled.
“We were celebrating, and no I won’t leave just yet. I thought you’d might like to read about the next part of our plan.” Her sister responded.
“What are you talking abo-“ Her words were interrupted as a thick newspaper was thrown onto her chest. Shooting one more glare at her sister, she sat up with some annoyed curses under her breath. Her thin blanket fell to reveal her full breasts to the world. So she liked to sleep nude? Sue her.
Any verbal jab was cut off from her lips as she read the headline.
HARRY POTTER’S RESPONSE TO ANCIENT ROMAN LAW
‘To the people of Great Britain,
I know many of you have waited with bated breath these last few months concerning my new- let’s say unique- position. It is no secret that I now hold the fealty of many ancient pureblood families, very many of which hold seats of power within our Ministry and Wizengamot. I come to you today to clear the air as such.
No, I have no plans to become the next dark lord, minister, or- as one zealous individual put it- Mage King. Though I think Warlock Emperor has a much better ring to it personally. 
The citizen’s of Magical Britain should rest easy knowing that I believe very strongly in our current government and Minister Shacklebolt is doing an exceptional job.
That being said, I will not simply lie back and let the current cycle repeat itself. I do not believe anyone will argue when I say that the current system is fundamentally flawed, with too much power spread between the select few. This has allowed many families of those select few to abuse their power, wreak havoc, and create chaos whenever the whim takes them.
This cannot stand.
As citizen’s of this great country, you all deserve better than that. You deserve a voice and I will ensure this happens.
To the families who now serve me.
Make no mistake. You may think I am content to simply stand back and let your sins be forgotten. Some of you are innocent yes. You are not your spouses or parents. But most of you are just as guilty as they are. While you do not sit in a cell like the rest of the Death Eater scum, you still have a debt to pay to the people of this world and I am their collector.
Everything you are, everything you own, and everything you command are now mine.
Keep a lookout for a letter very soon. It will hold my first commands.
Your years of service to the people, start now.
Signed,
Lord Harry Potter’
“Well… fuck me.” Bellatrix muttered. In front of her, Narcissa smirked triumphantly.
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Author’s Note
We’re finally starting to get into a bit of plot! For those who are waiting for Bella to join in on the fun, don’t worry it’ll be here soon!
Thanks for reading!