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Sacrifice	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 15363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 2 - Acceptance
For a few hours after Harry was dropped back off at Number 4, Privet Drive after his excursion into the wizarding world with Hagrid on his eleventh birthday, he lay on his bed thinking through everything that had happened and everything that he had been told. But one thing was clear to him.
He was a wizard. He could do magic.
And no one had told him.
His Aunt and Uncle had never said anything, no one in the wizarding world had ever contacted him or mentioned anything to him. And now he had found out that not only could he do magic, but he was also apparently famous?
He felt indignation rise in him that this had been kept from him all his life so far, that someone would have made the decision to leave him with his abusive Aunt and Uncle, living in a cupboard under the bloody stairs, before telling him the truth.
He wanted, no needed, more information. He thought about the boy that day in Madam Malkin’s, who had spoken to him while they were getting their robes measured, and though he found the boy a bit rude and condescending, he did seem to know something about the wizarding world. When Harry had been enjoying his ice cream afterwards, he had seen the boy leave with his mother and father, and heard Madam Malkin calling them Malfoy.
He pulled out some of his satchels from the day’s shopping and found what he was looking for. A quill, some ink, and parchment. It took him a few tries, but he eventually penned a letter.
Hoping that The Malfoys, Malfoy House, United Kingdom would be enough for his new pet owl, he sent it away and unknowing to him, had changed his fate forever.
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Lucius still had the letter.
He had kept it all of these years as a reminder of when Harry Potter had come into their lives. When he first read through the letter, his immediate thought was that he could use a friendship between his son and the Potter boy to his advantage, as when You-Know-Who returned he could easily turn the boy over to him.
However, after spending time with the boy before the school year started, and knowing that he and Draco had actually become quite close friends during their first year as Slytherins together, by the time the summer after their first year came round and Draco had sent a letter asking Lucius if Harry could stay with them for the summer instead of with his horrible Muggle relatives, Lucius had already started to rethink this course of action.
If fact, by the following summer, he had petitioned to the Ministry for himself and Narcissa to become Harry Potter’s legal guardians, and even though the old codger Dumbledore had put up quite a fight against it, ultimately it was Harry’s decision and both Draco and Narcissa couldn’t've been happier when the approval went through. The boy’s relatives signed the decree rapturously, ecstatic to be rid of their burden.
Though Lucius didn’t want to take all of the credit for what Harry had eventually become, he had had a significant influence on it, from taking the boy to the Ministry to find the prophecy about himself and You-Know-Who, and then finding information on the horcruxes that he knew that Voldemort had created, and then that night in the graveyard, helping to distract Voldemort long enough that Harry had the chance to overpower him and destroy the body that he had just created.
With no threat of the corporeal Voldemort at their heels, they were free to find and destroy the remainder of the horcruxes to make sure that he would never return. But the last horcrux, the one lodged in Harry’s own soul, grew within him. It gave him a darkness that he didn’t want to fight, and it made him powerful. Very powerful.
Harry gave everyone a year of peace, reading through volumes of books in Malfoy Manor over the summer and some that he brought with him to school. Draco helped him and they found that the wizarding world needed a Dark Lord. Someone to hold the dark energy and keep it from those who were light. Each witch or wizard had some darkness in their hearts. Some chose to use it, some didn’t, but that darkness in everyone needed a host, someone that it could anchor to and after defeating Voldemort, Harry had become that anchor. When he let it be known that he would be the new Dark Lord, Dumbledore and many others didn’t take kindly to it and tried to have him expelled from school and ostracized from the wizarding world. When he tried to explain, they didn’t listen, and tried to get the Ministry involved.
The fighting began and the darkness grew stronger in him. When Narcissa was hurt badly by one of the Order members, things grew more heated. Those who thought that he should be killed for harbouring the dark power didn’t realise that if he was killed, it would move on to someone else, and in fighting him, they only made the darkness in him grow stronger.
Finally, when nothing else could be done, in a coup of dark verus light, dark was victorious and Harry was installed as the new Minister for Magic. The light still tried to fight, continuing their war even when the majority of the wizarding world had now accepted that Harry, the Dark Lord, was in charge.
Dumbledore’s death six months ago had been a blow to the Order—but after calmly delivering the curse that ended his life, Harry merely commented that it was only fair after leaving Harry with an abusive family for nine and three-quarter years of his life.
And now there had been a murmur, a rumour that there was one who could defeat him, one who could succeed where Dumbledore and many others had failed. The Other Chosen One. One who, for the last three months, had been sitting in a cell alone in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, while the rest of the Order were losing their minds over the loss of their only hope.
Lucius looked between Draco and Harry now, his own son and his adoptive son, and he couldn’t be more proud of the men that they had become. They had been pushed into violence by the ones that were supposedly against it, but had conquered up until now.
Harry was standing at the window in the bedroom and Draco was standing behind him.
‘Do you actually think that would work?’ Harry asked, his tone not unkind.
Draco stepped up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. ‘It would appease both sides. It could end this.’
Harry turned and looked up into Draco’s face. ‘If she survives,’ he said shortly. ‘The redhead didn’t.’
Draco shook his head. ‘She wasn’t as strong, and even you’ve said that you can feel a darkness in her that’s stronger than the others.’
Harry nodded slightly. ‘Alright, if she agrees then.’
‘I think she will,’ Draco said. ‘On the surface, she’ll say it’s for the Order, but deep down I think she feels the pull of the darkness.’
Harry nodded again and then grabbed Draco’s shirt and pulled the blonde to himself for a harsh kiss, saying almost angrily against his lips, ‘This would be so much easier if you were a witch.’
Lucius chuckled and they both turned to him. They didn’t flush and were in no way embarrassed of what he had seen, but to be fair he had caught them in much more compromising positions before this.
‘I think Draco’s idea is a good one,’ Lucius said. ‘Once we know we can trust her.’
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‘Hermione Granger,’ Harry said, his eyes roving over the witch as she stood from the bed. He hadn’t paid her much attention in school (aside from Draco's constant complaining about her beating him in nearly every class), but she had hidden her body well. His eyes burned a path over her perfect tits and flat tummy, widening at her curvy hips before dropping down over her legs and feet. Yes, she would be perfect for this.
He saw her eyes glance over him as well and he nearly smirked when his nostrils flared and he could smell a burst of her arousal. This was going to be easier than he thought.
She held her chin high. She did not simper or bow or lower her eyes. She was strong and powerful, he knew this. And if she would help them, he could help her develop that power into something more tangible.
‘Malfoy said you wanted something from me,’ she said, cutting directly to the chase and he smiled a dark smile.
‘Did he leave explaining what it was to me?’ he asked, tsking the wizard next to him with a grin. Draco smirked back.
‘Yes,’ she said with a harrumph. ‘He said that if I agreed, you would let Neville go.’
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco and then turned back to the witch. ‘Is that what you want?’ he asked.
She raised her chin again, not answering his question and he knew that she knew he would see it as a weakness, something that he could hold over her. He walked closer to her, making a show of looking her over again and though she straightened up and tensed, he could smell her growing arousal. She was attracted to him, that was certain.
Finally, he stood directly behind her and banded an arm around her waist. She wriggled a bit but he held her in place with his hand on her other hip. ‘What I want,’ he said, pulling his hand back to place it over her tummy. ‘Is this.’
She wriggled again. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked.
He rubbed his hand over her stomach again, just under her navel. ‘I want this. I want to fill you with my seed and breed you, until you’re heavy with my child and you give me an heir.’
She faltered in his grasp. ‘Wh—what?!’ she asked loudly.
‘I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear,’ he said nonchalantly. ‘If there was a solution that meant that Draco could give me an heir, I would choose that instead. But unfortunately, even with magic, that is impossible. Therefore, I must find another way.’
He stepped away from her and she fell sitting onto the bed, looking now between him and Draco. ‘But—sorry, but wh—are you two—is that what you mean by Prince?’ she finally got out.
Harry decided in that moment to up the ante. She was flushed and aroused. He needed her to agree. ‘Let’s just say that if it were possible for him to become pregnant, the sheer amount of come that I’ve filled his arse with would have been enough to do it a hundred times over.’
She looked between them in awe and shock and then her breath stuttered and she looked down.
Harry prodded. ‘So, are you going to give his arse a break and let me fill your cunt instead?’ he asked, and when she still looked down, he sighed. ‘If you agree, I will let Longbottom free.’
She looked up at him, a pained expression in her eyes. Then she looked at Draco and then back down. ‘And if I don’t?’
Harry shrugged. ‘I’ll kill him. And probably you, too.’
‘She’s going to do it,’ Draco said from his side, loud enough for her to hear. ‘She wants to help Longbottom but she’s embarrassed by how much of a mess she's made of her cunt while thinking about you breeding her.’
She looked up sharply at Draco and he just smirked, tapping his temple with a wink. She flushed and looked back down. ‘I need your word, and proof that you’ve let him free. And any of the others.’
‘There are no others,’ Harry said. ‘The redhead is dead, and Brown is running as a double agent for us now, pretending to have escaped.’
She nodded again. ‘I want him to be brought in here and given a portkey created to my specifications that he uses here in front of me.’
Draco smirked and looked at Harry as if to say, told you she’s clever. Harry nodded. ‘Alright, anything else?’
‘How will this work?’
‘Well, Granger, when a girl and a boy love each other very much—’ Draco started and then ducked as a pillow flew towards his head.
‘Fuck off,’ she said. ‘I meant…’ she scoffed to herself. ‘I—I don’t know what I meant.’
‘I’m going to fuck you,’ Harry said. ‘At least once a day, maybe more, until I know that you’ve conceived.’
‘And after that?’ she asked.
‘You’ll be taken care of,’ he said. ‘A personal house elf, a more comfortable bedroom, all the comforts for a stress-free pregnancy.’
‘And after that?’ she asked again.
‘After you’ve given birth?’ he asked and she nodded. He shrugged his shoulders a bit. ‘I guess it depends on how well you do.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ she asked.
‘Maybe I’ll let you go after that. Or maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll put another baby in you,’ he smiled darkly and could smell the heady scent of her arousal again. Fuck, he could tell she loved the idea of him knocking her up. ‘Say you agree,’ he said. ‘Say the words.’
She looked up at him and took a deep breath. ‘I, Hermione Granger, agree to bear a child for the Dark Lord, Harry Potter, if and only if he releases Neville Longbottom from his imprisonment.’
‘Perfect,’ Harry said and then gestured at her nighty. ‘Take that off then.’
She held a hand over her chest, though with only a slip of silk on her, it was a bit moot. ‘Sorry?’
‘Might as well start now,’ he said and she turned bright red.
‘But, you said you’d let Neville…’
‘It’s hardly going to take the first time, is it?’ Harry interrupted. ‘Just think of it as a practice run.’
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