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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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“So it works a lot like the way muggles travel in outer space…er…the stars.” Hermione was happily showing off her project ahead of me and I listened intently, smiling as she walked circles around Fluer who was admiring the lobby of my new home.

“I understand what space is Hermione.” Fluer was patient with her. I'll give her that. “What I want to know is how you are doing this form of travel so ....effortlessly?”

“Oh it's not effortless.” Hermione corrected her quickly, then recoiling as the woman looked at her. “Each of the traveling chambers is baffled. That is to say a two part seal.” She tried again seeing confusion. “This place is not…a place per say, so a place just like it would not be a place either….so how can you measure the distance between two places that don’t exist?”

“By what they touch…” Fluer nodded slowly.

“So we close off the exits, open the entrance from the baffle room–”

“You have created a means to portal from one place to another and stay connected all at once…remarkable. How big is this room, really?” She looked around the lobby ceiling. We’d not painted yet so everything had kind of a grey embellish to it.

“This room?” Hermione actually opened a folder under her arm and I had to put my face in my hand for a second, “Ah….about 4ft by 5ft…it’s a steel painted box we buried in the forbidden forest. Most of the rooms are located randomly like that….only the entrances to the baffles are mobile.”

“So I could take one with me back to France….” the tall blonde looked over her shoulder at me and I felt the need to swallow and nod. “Interesting.”

I let them keep talking and moved further in. The next room in was the library I was already familiar with, and I looked around for a bit getting a feel for ‘my’ space as it were. I’d been so focused on practicing my wand work and learning how to ride a broom with just my feet for so long that I’d left this whole ordeal to Hermione and Daphne’s judgement. Not having agency over my own house was a bit..chafing at first, not going to lie. Still, being 80% done with it, and it wasn’t the second task yet, was a great step towards being comfortably independent.

Turning to the right I entered what looked like a large bath. Honestly more like a pool reminiscent of the prefect bath on steroids if I was being honest. Untucking the egg under my arm I set it down on the bay of sinks and kept going out the other side.

My new bedroom was fabulous, and I strode to my dresser and immediately began shucking clothes. I registered the door opening and looked to see a timid Pansy stepping in and closing the door behind her.

“..can I help?”
I still couldn’t get used to how her voice had changed over the last few weeks. Her voice used to annoy me to no end. Brash and demanding and arrogant. The way she asked to help me almost sounded like a whispered plea.

“Just going to get ready for something…” I said looking over my shoulder at the far side of the room where a woman sat tied to a chair with a gag in her mouth trying desperately to demand attention. “If you want you could grab Lavender for me and Daphne? Jamie needs to do hair and makeup for an interview.” I saw her eyes light up at the chance to serve and I felt myself swell juuuuust a little.

“Right away.” She turned to leave, and I smirked as the hacking cough hit her as she reached the end of her leash. Rolling it over in my hand I waited for her to turn and face me red-faced before gesturing for her to ‘come here’ with a finger. She bashfully approached, glancing out the corner of her eye. “..she…she’s right there, Harry.”

“Do you not want it then?” I smiled looking down into her eyes, watching her gaze dance from one of my eyes to the other.

“...no….please,” she jutted out her bottom lip like she was going to cry, but her eyes were more excited than sadness as she nodded her head vigorously, “do it.”

Giving the leash a hard yank I caught her throat and pulled her chest to mine and waited. The firm grip squeezing off her air would only take a moment. I felt her squirm, then tremble, until she started to fight it in the natural panic all creatures experience as they asphyxiate. I gently kissed her cheek before holding her out in front of me.

“Har–” I felt her fingernails dig into my wrist with both hands as her purple face began to tear up.

“Cum.” I whispered, watching her hands lose their grip and fight to focus as her eyes began to roll up in her head. “Cum. Cum…..cum….” I finally let go as I started to feel her going limp. I caught her body and hugged her to me as I began to smell the tell-tale sign of her arousal running down her legs into her socks. We stood there, well I did at least, holding her up as she timidly clung to my shoulders with hands that wouldn’t stop trembling. Eventually the soft sobbing came, and I moved one hand I had on her back to the top of her head, petting her hair softly as I let her get it out.

“Thank–” her sobs interrupted any attempt at communication, and I just cooed in her ear till she got herself composed. Eventually she stilled, and I felt the muscles in her arms tense and she pushed off me to smooth her shirt. The old pansy was back.

“What are you gonna do when one of these days I decide I want more than my cock sucked?” I grinned at her, seeing the lithe body pause in the door frame. She seemed to ponder for a second before the smallest of smiles graced her face. The girl still wasn’t a fucking supermodel by any imagination, but flushed and glowing like that she was beautiful to me.
“Whatever you tell me to.” She glanced at me and without another word stepped out of the room. Fuck the little bitch knew how to tease now, I’d have to remember that.

My walk over to the far side of the room as I unbuttoned my shirt seemed to make the woman in the chair more nervous by the second seeing the display. I pulled the chair away from my desk and dragged it in front of her and sat down as I continued to unbutton.

“Rita Skeeter.” I said the name as sweetly as I could, just to watch her squirm in her ugly fucking glasses. “Merlin, did you fuck me with that article.” I leaned back, watching her try to explain herself with a fucking rag tied in her mouth. “No no, don’t get me wrong I understand that you have people that expect things from you. You have to make them money, and sometimes the truth is boring…” I grinned, “but sometimes you need to consider who you are trying to fuck before you decide to get in bed with a story.” I leaned forward and grabbed the knot, untying it muggle style and pulling it from her mouth.

“You can’t do this to me–”

“Yes I can,” I flatly replied, cutting her off, “I own you. Life debt, trespassing–”

“You brought me–”

“Into the champions tent, that is a violation of the international gaming accord. The fine for that is more than you make in a year selling your shitty little lies.” I tilted my head, smiling as she paled. “Now are we going to talk about making money, or are you going to continue being a bitch until I give you to the centaurs for breeding practice?”

The last part was a lie, but she was too fucking scared to really process more than the surface level of my words by her expression.

“I-I’m listening.”

“You are now one of Jamie’s wolves.” I held up a finger, “As such, you are granted privileged access into my life by proxy. That being said, I need a media representative to oversee my image and branding, I believe that is what the muggles call it?” I got a nod from a woman who looked….dare I say horny at the idea. Leave it to fucking Rita to get moist over tabloid rights.

“Who…” she tested her voice once I lowered my hand. “Who is Jamie?”

“My little sister.” I watched her fucking eyeballs nearly pop. “She recently woke up, part of the spell that killed the Dark Lord and put me in hiding broke when I was forced against my will to enter the tournament. She’s been on a family island her whole life living like a little princess in a glass box.” I grinned at my lie, and she grinned with me seeing the chance to manipulate someone close to me. Tough luck bitch. “I’m setting up an interview with her tonight for you. Once she’s back. In the meantime I thought I’d answer any questions you might have about my life and life story that I feel like answering.”

“I don’t have a pen–”

“Do you really think I want that fucking trashed magic item anywhere near me ever again?” I cocked an eyebrow and watched her wilt. “As it is, I'll give you three questions. That should be easy to remember the details right? It’s not like this is going to be a one time exclusive.”

I didn’t mean to hit on her, but you’d think I was by her blush.

“Alright….where are we? And don’t say a bedroom.” She cocked an eyebrow at me.

“This is my home, Custom crafted in a mix of muggle and magical architecture. I just had it built given my current elevation in status.” That peaked her interest.

“Ele–no…” she caught herself and I was a little disappointed I couldn’t steer the conversation by the nose. “Who..are you currently dating?”

“OH…honestly?” I grinned, seeing her scowl and nod, “no one…but I am married,” I watched her nearly tip her chair over as her head went back, “I follow many of the traditions of the islanders my sister hails from. So don’t be surprised if she brags about her lovers or something. As for me my wives and I ar–”

“Wives?!” She enunciated the word rather loudly.

“Yes,” I shrugged, “I am the warlock of a coven,” I could see she was getting dizzy, “and considering the amazing and remarkable women I have chosen to sire children with you will be surprised at the changes of power coming after the new year in the Wizengamot.” I waited for her to stop staring at the floor in shock before I continued. “If you’re asking if I would date? Only if the girl could get along with my wives. It takes a special sort of woman to get my attention.” I grinned as she glared at me in shock. It was too much. She was calling bullshit in the back of her mind.

“You’re right.” She said slowly without blinking, “there is no way I could forget this information.”

“Just make sure you run it by my people first.” I grinned, “you are not allowed to print anything about me or mine anymore that they do not approve of. Hermione Granger or Daphne Greengrass will be in touch with you shortly.” I stood, seeing the woman’s distaste and then shock at the two names I listed.

“Wait…” she called out, and I stopped as I started to turn, “I still have another question.”

“No you don’t.” I grinned, “you asked me about my wives.”
“That wasn’t– ARGH!” she stomped her foot petulantly, still tied to a chair and forgetting her situation in the face of losing more of her story. I turned and walked back up to her.

“Okay, how about this then…” I grinned, and she leaned back in her chair as I started to fiddle with my pants that were already half off.

“What are you–”

Any words that would have left her mouth died the second my dick nearly knocked her glasses off her face. Frozen in shock she went nearly cross-eyed staring at the half fattened slab of breeder I put on her nose so hard I could have bloodied it.

“Now you know one of the biggest secrets in Hogwarts,” I grinned, “Congrats…oh and for the record? The next interview I give will start with this going straight up your ass.”

“....oh.”
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