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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Being ‘me’ again after 4 days of Jamie was brutal. The change was horrible and I decided I needed to only change when absolutely necessary. Thankfully this was one of those times.

Freshly groomed, showered, and smelling nice I rapped on the door of the headmasters office. I waited until I heard the token, “Come in.” From the old man and pushed the door open.

The office was how I remembered it. Fawkes was still there, and the Phoenix didn’t seem to let on if it had some way of detecting my double presence in this body. I figured, if anything, an immortal creature would recognize my rebirth. Albus was sitting behind his desk, his fingers laced and sitting across a book like he’d been reading. I walked in and looked around for signs of a super hot Veela in handcuffs or something but no luck.

“Where is Fleur?”

“She is being detained in a private room here.” Albus smiled at me softly, and I realized he probably wasn’t expecting me to get my shit together so fast as a kid...or maybe he was just happy to see me again instead of Jamie. The memories of our conversations were tinted, like everything I could remember as Jamie was run through painted glass. “You will find it by the fireplace, simply toss in the floor powder and say ‘that old goat’ and it should take you there.” Gestured for me to go that way so I followed a little woodenly.

“The….that old goat.” I remembered to say the address exactly, and I watched as the floo burned blue instead of green. A private channel, not on the network. Albus had a door that only existed from this room to another. Clever. I wondered idly how many more he had, they didn’t go far, couldn’t, since they were simply a bridge from one room to another and not supported by a floo networks magic.

Have I ever mentioned how fucking much I hate magical travel as a whole. Give me a broom, for fucks sake I’ll just make the trip myself don’t strap me to some topsy turvy, spinning boot bullshit. I landed on my ass and had to fight the urge, again, to vomit.

“Oh.”

I looked up to see the girl of many wet dreams sitting on the bed lazily reading look up at me. I dusted myself off and stood just as she set the book on the nightstand and did the same.

“Hello Fleur--” I started in, I’d actually worked out in my head a little of what I wanted to say; until she got down on one knee bowing her head.

“Lord...Potter.” I could tell she was as nervous about all this as I was. “I promise you, I swear, what I did was a momentary loss of self. I did not mean...I did not know…” she looked up at me, her eyes wide and her lips tight. “I will not make an excuse, I was not in my right mind but that does not forgive me. I thought that we...that she...I should have been more…”

“Jamie forgives you,” I sighed, rubbing the back of my head, “please stand up so we can talk about what comes next.” I looked around the room. No windows, candlelight and a chandelier; hardwood with no doors, only the single fireplace. I couldn’t tell where we were or even what time of day it was. This was a holding cell, pure and simple.

“Is Jamie alright?” I felt her hands on my biceps as she looked at me, “The...the aurors would not tell me her condition, only that...she was not good.”

“You put her in the infirmary..” I decided not to sugar coat it, “she was there for four days.” I saw her mind reel a little bit, and I figured they must not be keeping her apprised of the passage of days since the meals I could see on the table were bare bones and came in batches by the look of them. “I’m told that because of the magic of the tournament,” I watched her look at me curiously, so I swallowed and pressed on, “the child did not survive the first night.”

“C-child…”

The word fell from her lips like it was the most precious thing she’d ever heard...shattered at her feet. I had to catch her as she became unsteady. Helping her to the bed, I tried to pull back and she dug her fingernails, more like claws, into my biceps.

“Give her to me.”

“What?!” this time I was the one who was a little shocked, trying to free my arms without leaving behind meat.

“I swear to you,” her eyes were hard, something cold hard like steel in them as she nodded, “I will swear any oath you put before me, pay any price. I will love her, care for her...name your bride price, I will gladly pay it.” She was almost frantic as she massaged those fucking daggers into my flesh. “I have never met a girl like her.”

“Oh,” I chuckled, “I believe it.”

“I will win this tournament,” she searched my eyes, and I could feel she honestly believed it..needed it. “You can have my winnings, let me take her with me...away from this place. Let me...Take anything you want, anything I have… Let me take her away from all this, she will live like a queen.” she smiled softly, “I think you will make a very good uncle to a lot of pretty little girls. Just let me talk to her!” The term uncle made me stop a bit short.

Now it was my turn to blush, it was not every day that someone asked to do something so drastic. As Harry I’m not the most docile bloke, all things considered. And here she was offering to take Jamie off and turn her into some kind of…

“Absolutely not.”

I’m pretty sure those two words were more devastating than any news she’d gotten so far. The girl was going to be branded, sold, enslaved...and not talking to Jamie was fucking with her world. What the hell had they talked about that night while I was Blackout Drunk?

“Very well,” she sat back on the bed, I could see her features hardening back to the mask she’d probably put on the moment the Aurors had come for her. “Then...what shall we do now?”

“Well,” I clapped my hands down by my groin, swinging my arms nervously before sitting on the bed beside her, “now we talk about the consequences of what happened, and what you expect.”

“There is only one option.” She shrugged, “punishment. English Law is not very...forgiving…” I could tell her distaste.

“So…” I took a deep breath, “if I told you that I was taking you into a life debt and dropping all charges.”

She stared at the wall in front of us for a second, just blinking as her eyes slowly went into a squint. She tilted her head and then turned to face me.

“Alright…I assume that will not be the end of it?”

“Jamie didn’t have a lot of time to think about it..and honestly it's her decision.” I held up my palm flat,and she looked at my hand like I was holding something as I flexed my fingers. “We both would like you to join a group that we have.”

“I will not fight in a war for this country.” The way she sounded made me realize her pretty face was actually capable of spitting. “Not the way it is.”

“Me either,” I grinned, “but I’m sure being Jamie’s right hand girl, permanently, wouldn’t hurt you in the--”

“What?” Fleur turned back to me, now very curious.

“You will serve her for the rest of your life.” I smiled as she grabbed the hand I’d been holding up like it was a life preserver. I leaned in, fearing some kind of monitoring I whispered “Jamie and I belong to a Coven, and if I’m honest I have serious doubts about--”

The laughter was musical and I worried for her sanity as she fell back on the bed suddenly. I waited as she curled into a fetal position and cried and laughed herself nearly hoarse stringing french words together, a few of which I was sure were explicitly humorous. I crossed my arms, trying to figure out what was so damn funny. When she sat back up I tried to start talking again, only to get interrupted again.

I did not care one fucking bit about being interrupted as Veela tongue slid across mine. I let her explore my mouth, and I didn’t even realize what I was doing until she pulled back with a gasp, looking down at the lump in her shirt where my hand was fondling her tit. Veela do not wear bras, Merlin be with them.

“I assumed…” she whispered against my nose, staring into my eyes, “that by the smell, you were...siblings. Twins possibly….” She kissed my cheekbone, trailing up to my ear as she gave the lobe a lick. “You should be careful of what you say...Harry. It is impossible...by the nature of magic...for a man to be in a Coven unless he is a warlock.” She leaned back, pecking me on the nose, “but siblings cannot form a warlock pact.” My breath was hitched and unsteady as she closed her hand over the fabric above mine, gliding my palm across her naked breast as she continued to stare deep into my eyes. “I know you are in there…” she looked from one eye to the other as she took her hand off mine and placed it against my chest.

“Fleur..”

“No matter the shape.” She smiled, kissing the tip of my nose, “this is the one...I give myself, I will not regret. I will not ever… regret.” I felt my freaking eyes bug out as she grabbed the inside of my thigh. I don’t know if I was terrified or disappointed that my dick was in the other pants leg. “Take my oath, and my body...and my happiness. They are hers. May our life together be long...and peaceful…” I swallowed hard as she dug her nails into my thigh. “And very, very fruitful.”

I raised my hand without even thinking, on autopilot making a fist. The flash was there, but I looked at my empty hand in confusion.

“Oh…”

I looked into Fluer’s face and stopped. I don’t know if I can describe the surprise, the startled joy on her face as she shifted in her seat.

“Are you okay?” I let my eyes unfocus on her face, and that was when I saw the choker. A black silk band at least an inch wide, coming to a silver buckle in the front from which hung a locket. I wasn’t even thinking as I reached out, grabbing the little silver heart and running my thumb across it.

“Uuuhh…?”

We both looked at each other confused. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes wide looking at me with a bit of raw respect that I didn’t really understand as I held on. She gave a slight gasp, closed her eyes and mumbled something in french as I leaned in.

“W-what?” I was nervous, and a whimper from her startled me so bad I clenched my fingers around the warm locket as it grew hot.

“Papa, c’est trop!”

I yanked my hand away like it was on fire as she threw her head back. I’m not an overly macho man. I’m not too proud of my skills in bed, but I like to feel accomplished. I will not stand here and tell you that women do not affect me greatly. I can appreciate a gorgeous body in any shape, and more than one woman has made me rock fucking hard with nothing but an eyebrow or a wink.

There has never been another time in my entire life where the sound of a woman having an orgasm has made me cum in my pants. Sitting there spilling in my drawers I watched the hottest bodied girl in this or probably any country throw her chest out and bounce on whatever perceived sensation the magic was giving her with wanton lust and abandon.

“C’est si bon...oui…..bon...oui…”

I let her wind down, and she finally rolled her head forward and looked at me like I’d just arrived.

“Are you okay?”

“OH...oh, you are certainly not Jamie…” she grinned, and I felt myself getting hard again by the way she was looking me up and down. “But I promise you my bed will stay just as warm.”

“Ahem, Um..” I didn’t really have an answer to that, I was usually the overly forward one. What in the world made me think I was going to out lewd a sexual creature like a Veela, it was insane.

“Let us get out of here…I have spent too much time alone in this bed. Let us see if yours is less lonely.”
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