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The place known as Knockturn Alley had long been considered Dark to its very core, filled to the brim with Dark witches and wizards, creatures too frightening to think about, and Dark objects that would kill you the second you looked at it. Typical Light wizard propaganda. If the average inbred light Pureblood couldn't use a certain spell or type of magic, then it was immediately outlawed. To compare it to the Muggle world, it was like a politician outlawing science because they sucked at chemistry when they were at school, or libraries and bookstores because they didn't like the idea of that one book that was coming out soon.
Yes, there were some genuinely bad people who lived and worked in Knockturn Alley, but they were few and far between. The true denizens of the Alley were magical creatures; Borgin was actually a magical creature known as a Jackdaw — a person who could naturally transform into the well-known bird their whole lives and had a tendency to hoard treasures — Burke was a Higher Ghoul — he was a ghoul who could disguise himself as a regular person but was still oddly repulsive in that form — and Harry knew that there was a small group of hags that lived above one of the cafes, who ran a business catering to all the hags in Britain, stealing bodies from cemeteries while the graves were still fresh. Similarly, there were the two shops, E.L.M and Wizards Undertakers & Embalmers, and Fledermaus and Tanner Bats & Skins, both of which were run by the main vampire coven of Britain and allowed them to gain access to blood without harming anyone alive, and a reliable income so they could buy necessary things..
There were two taverns in Knockturn: The Spiny Serpent and the White Wyvern. The first catered to those who considered themselves followers of the Dark Lord, and the second catered to creatures of every kind, although sometimes they overlapped because some creatures had been swayed to Voldemort's side in the last war.
The logical person would ask themselves why the Aurors didn't just perform a raid on the entire Alley, if it was known to be such a cesspool of Dark magic practitioners, or at the very least the Spiny Serpent? The truth was that the Dark families had managed to pass a bill early on in the first war, stating that the only places that could be raided were the personal residences of known or suspected criminals, meaning that the shops in Knockturn, which doubled as both shops and personal residences, were not able to be raided. The members of the Ministry took this to mean they couldn't even have an Auror presence in that Alley, for fear of it being called a raid. The members of the Ministry could never be called logical, or even remotely intelligent, for that matter.
As Harry strolled along the dark alley, he remembered who the third group of denizens of Knockturn were after a little boy who couldn’t have been older than six or seven scamper past him. The boy had no shoes, and his clothes were dirty rags which were fit for nothing but burning. Wizarding Britain’s entire collection of homeless people was relegated to living in the dirty, rubbish-filled, side-alleys of Knockturn. The boy’s appearance might as well have struck a physical blow on Harry, for although he considered himself better than everyone else, he also knew what it was to live without anything. Besides, he had quite a few plans he wanted to carry out, and he’d already started to work on his plan for Knockturn.
The first part of that was to get the whorehouses out of here —firstly, so he could profit from their customers, secondly, to get them out of the slums and into better housing, and thirdly, to decrease the number of homeless people present. His next letter to his account managers was going to contain permission to approach all the homeless people in Knockturn, and offer them work and lodging in one of his properties. The majority of the homeless were mudbloods, and while he planned on having the females join his growing ranks of whores, the males were to be labourers or scientists, and most of the children would either be adopted by wizarding families or placed in the magical orphanage he was going to start. He wanted to drag Wizarding Britain into the twentieth century, kicking and screaming if necessary. Ideally, the scientists would attempt to meld technology and magic, starting with revolutionising magical medicine by introducing the concepts of defibrillators and pills. Of course, he needed to take into account that there may be intelligent females among the homeless, or perhaps whole families, so he would be doing things on a case-by-case basis.
He had three soon-to-be empty Pureblood manors at his disposal. Malfoy Manor would become his primary research centre, as Voldemort had known that the potions laboratories there were among the finest in the country, Parkinson Manor would become a farmhouse, its lands devoted to magical and Muggle livestock, and Nott Manor would end up a large-scale plant nursery, growing everything from rare potions ingredients to daisies and roses. A little market stall in Diagon would come first, selling flowers and potted potions ingredients, then a shop selling the same, and then a similar one in Hogsmeade. The whole time, customers would be told that if they wanted a bigger variety, they could just come to the nursery itself. Similarly, he would open a greengrocer’s in Diagon Alley, and a butcher’s in Horizont Alley. Additionally, he wanted to open two little bakeries, one in Diagon Alley and another in Hogsmeade, and have them be friendly competition with each other. With him owning both establishments, it was a win-win situation.
His musings came to a halt when he saw his feet had taken him to Borgin and Burke’s. It was the only place in the Alley that Harry had been to before, and Voldemort had worked there for a few years after graduation, so his body had gone on autopilot to get to his desired destination. He opened the door and a little bell rang in the depths of the dark shop. Harry disregarded the sound of scraping coming from Mr Burke as he made his way to the front of the shop and towards the customer. Harry was far too fascinated with the things being sold in the shop. The last time he’d been here, he’d been too naïve and terrified to really have a look around. His magical senses were going haywire, what with every other thing in the store being enchanted or cursed. Most of them were simple things, like a bag that would constantly feel five kilograms heavier than it should, or a wizard's pointed hat that waited until you had worn it for exactly 20 minutes before your head would get horribly itchy, but there were darker, more impressive things for sale. An opal necklace, for example, that would torture and kill anyone who touched it and had already claimed the lives of nineteen Muggles, a glass eye that would show you what anyone was doing, so long as you spoke their full name and there was a reflective surface somewhere in the room that could see them, a hangman’s noose which would allow the owner to seduce anyone they desired so long as the owner kept a piece of it in their pocket.
Finally, there was what Harry had originally come for: the Vanishing Cabinet. Its aura was exactly the same as that of the broken one in the Room of Requirement, and the two were identical down to the runic engravings on the hinges. Harry fondly remembered Sir Nicholas telling him that he’d convinced Peeves to smash it right above Filch’s office, allowing Harry to get out of trouble after he’d been ‘caught’ trudging mud into the castle after a particularly wet Quidditch practice.
When Burke appeared, Harry said, "Good evening, Burke. I'm after a few of your products."
"And what would those be?" the ghoul asked suspiciously. Harry supposed he wasn't quite used to the extra business from Voldemort supporters yet and was still suspicious of anyone wearing a face-obscuring black cloak.
"This cabinet, that noose, that necklace, that glass eye, plus every book you have in the shop," Harry said. "Price is of no concern."
Burke's eyes were wide in surprise as he followed where Harry's finger pointed to each of the things mentioned. "Are you sure? Some of those things are equipped with quite the curse, and some of them are already slated to be sold to the young Mister Malfoy for his task to kill Dumbledore. He was here a few days ago asking for some things to do that with."
Well that was a surprise. He knew the weak little shit though, he didn't have the guts to go through with it, and Harry wanted to kill the old goat for himself. He nodded as though he'd already known about this task Draco had been given, then said, "Firstly, Draco is not a Malfoy any more, the marriage between his parents was annulled by the new Black Lord, so he's nothing but a bastard now. Secondly, he and his family have found themselves destitute a few days ago, so you would never be paid for the objects he wanted if he came here for the transaction himself. That is why I am here, I can buy the objects he wanted and pass them on to him, while also acquiring some things I desire. Were there any objects he wanted that I missed?"
"I had no idea!" Burke said. "Do you know how it happened?"
"No, they woke up to a Gringotts letter saying everything they owned is now not theirs any more," Harry said, knowing they would wake up to exactly that tomorrow. Well, that and goblin warriors storming in and carting them off to goblin imprisonment.
"Very strange," The other man muttered as he floated all the small objects asked for, plus the hand of glory, and placed them on the counter where they began to wrap themselves in individual packages. "I assume you'll be wanting the cabinet left here like the boy wanted?"
"No, he's had a change of heart regarding that. He would like me to shrink it and take it with me. More control over the outcome of his little… project, I take it."
"Ah, fair enough. Well then, shrink at your leisure, sir. How do you want to take these packages?"
"In my pouch," Harry said as he shrunk the cabinet and put it in his mokeskin pouch, then followed it up with the packages. He deposited the needed money plus a bit extra on the counter and walked out.
The rest of his journey through the Alley went rather nicely. He went to Fledermaus and Tanner Bats & Skins and brought out some of the basilisk hide he'd taken from the rendered great snake in the Chamber. The vampires had been extremely excited by the sight and had received a quarter of all the hide he had in return for being made some basilisk-hide armour, so long as the skin they received was only used for armour for their own coven. They agreed, and Harry left with both a form-fitting, flexible, bodysuit of the stuff so he could wear it under his normal clothes, and a full set of heavier armour complete with helmet that made him look like a dragon rider when he wore it.
Next was Cobb & Webb's, a potions shop, in which he bought a strong binding potion and a lust potion. Then it was on to Dystyl Phaelanges to buy the skull of a wizard who had died with his eyes open. After exiting from the shop that was full to the brim with bones from all sorts of creatures, he took the Knight Bus back to the Burrow. He successfully snuck inside and up to Ron's room without waking anyone up, then retreated inside the last compartment of his trunk to deposit his latest purchases.
Nymph came crawling towards him as soon as he entered, and Harry kicked her away from him when she was about to get in his way. She whimpered but stood up and took his cloak off for him, then knelt before him. He allowed her to take his shoes and socks off, then put most of the things he'd bought into a cabinet that only he could open. The only things remaining out of the cabinet were the two potions and the hangman's noose, and he took out the other two nooses that he'd found in the Room of Requirement what seemed like ages ago. He walked to his potions equipment area and pulled out two cauldrons, then placed one vial into each of them.
He turned to Nymph who was on her knees next to him and handed her the three hangman's nooses. "Separate the fibres of each of these, but keep the fibres in groups respective of their former nooses. Do you know how to make friendship bracelets?"
Nymph nodded and Harry continued. "Good. Then start making friendship bracelets in a flat braid style, using three strands only, one from each noose pile. Make as many as you can using the supplies you have, and at the end of each day, place the ones you made that day in the binding potion. They need to soak in it for twelve hours, then take them out and transfer them to the lust potion to soak for a further twelve hours. You are to take adequate time each day to rest, eat, and care for Cow. Do you understand your instructions?"
"Yes, Master," Nymph said.
"Good. You may start tomorrow. For now, stand up and bend over that desk."
"Yes, Master."
*
The week passed by slowly as weeks where you're bored out of your mind usually do. There was nothing to do at the Burrow, but not one of the red-haired people in the house seemed to mind. Molly was content with her constant cooking, baking, and cleaning up after her spawn, Arthur seemed to relish the peace and quiet after his usually hectic work days, as did Bill, Ron was happy to play chess against himself or fly in the orchard with Ginny, who otherwise liked working in the garden. On the other hand, Fleur was getting more and more quiet by the day as she didn't hear any word from her parents and little sister, who had left for Australia for the duration of the war, Hermione was bored from reading the same books over and over again, and Harry just wanted to kill everyone.
Well, not everyone. Hermione was becoming more compliant by the day since he'd gifted her with the first bracelet Nymph had made; she didn't know that she was bound to him as long as he carried a piece of the three nooses with him in the form of another bracelet which wasn't soaked in potions. Harry hadn't wanted her behaviour to change so quickly and noticeably, so he'd stitched runes for slow changes and submissiveness into her bracelet. If he'd given her a bracelet without the runes, she would have immediately been fully submissive towards, and constantly horny for, the wearer of the untainted bracelet, himself.
Also, he didn't want to kill his slaves. They were carrying his children, after all. Maybe after a few children each he'd get rid of them, but for now they were the only slaves he had, and he liked having them there to fuck as hard as he wanted.
Finally though, the week had passed and Harry's Hebrides mansion was finished to his specifications, and one night at eight he put everyone to sleep and took his new portkey to the edge of the property so he could view it in its entirety. Before him was a long gravel driveway, on either side were meticulous yet colourful Victorian-style gardens. The driveway led to an enormous English Baroque manor with three floors at the highest. It had one wing on either side with only two floors, giving it a very balanced and regal look with its cream exterior and green shingle roofs.
He had an unhurried stroll down the driveway until he got to the front door. As soon as his fingers grasped the door handle, his Black ring flashed once and the door opened inwards, letting him see an enormous entryway with marble floors and columns, and an antique desk sat in the centre of the room with a comfortable desk chair behind it. The door he entered through shimmered out of existence behind him and was replaced with an enormous painting of some sort. Harry didn't care for art so he didn't bother to see what it was other than an old wooden ship of some sort in a storm.
Now that the main doors had disappeared, there were three doors and two large archways leading from the room. The doors were portals to each of the three whorehouses he'd purchased, and the archways led to different wings of the manor. The east wing would contain the whores who were only there for pleasure. Each whore would have her own set of rooms, with an entertaining room, a bedroom only she and Harry could enter, a bathroom, and a kitchenette with a table for two. The west wing, on the other hand, would have the breeding stock. It would have the same setup as the east wing, except it would also have a small nursery added to each whore's set of rooms, where she would keep her baby until it was weaned, then if it met the father's criteria would be given to him and she would have a new customer; if not, then the baby would be taken to the other building on the grounds to be raised and bred back into society as a bastard, and the father would impregnate her again.
Harry set down his bottomless bag of friendship charms on the desk, got out a pen and a legal pad from his mokeskin pouch, and sat on the chair. Then, he pressed the warning rune on the two Patil portkeys. He waited for exactly five minutes, as discussed in his letter to Lord Patil, then activated the portkeys. Padma and Parvati Patil appeared before him, crying and clutching each other, as well as holding a trunk each.
Their tears turned to sniffles as they started to look around the room in curiosity despite their situation. When they spotted him, they walked up to the desk. He had written down their first names, and when they approached him, he put down his pen. "Hello Padma, Parvati. Welcome to your new home for the time being."
"Where are we?" asked Parvati.
"A manor on one of the Hebrides islands," he answered. "Totally safe and unable to be found by anyone who doesn't already know if its existence. The perfect place to hide out the war."
"Why did you split us up from our parents then? Aren't they in trouble as well?" Padma asked, always the more astute of the two.
"Yes, but they decided to go back to India until the war is over. They had heard whispers that you two were desired as entertainment for the Death Eaters, and they feared they would have followed you all to India to kidnap you two, so they chose to protect you like this." He sighed sadly. "I tried to tell them that they were welcome here as well, but your father had already made arrangements."
The twins were looking rather depressed now, so he took out two bracelets, one red and the other yellow. "These have strong protective enchantments and a tracking charm on them, and also act as an emergency portkey. Please, wear them at all times."
They accepted them quickly, with Padma taking the yellow and Parvati the red, and as soon as they had fastened them correctly, their eyes dulled and they stood still. "What are your middle names?" Harry asked.
"Kalya," Parvati said.
"Nina," Padma said.
Harry wrote them down next to their respective first names, then followed that up with their last names. After some more questions, their entries looked like so:
Parvati Kalya Patil. Born 12 March 1980 (16). Gryffindor. Virgin.
Padma Nina Patil. Born 12 March 1980 (16). Ravenclaw. Virgin.
This was the sort of information that he was going to record for each of the whores he would have. He would also add the number of children they'd had, as well as whether those children were magical or not. Any Squib children would be raised to their breeding ages, then bred with magically powerful witches or wizards, and when one or two magical children had been born from that union, they would be neutered and become a pleasure whore, if female, or a labourer, if male.
"Put your trunk down and strip completely," he said, and got out his camera as they followed his orders without hesitation. He took a picture of each of them, then one of them together with their hands around each other's waists, and called for Winky. "You know what to do, my dear."
"Yes, sir!" the little elf squeaked. She clicked her fingers, vanishing the trunks to the girls' rooms, then led the new whores to their rooms.
With that done, Harry moved on to the four Greengrass portkeys and put them on warning mode.
The Greengrass girls took longer to reassure than the Patil twins had, but even so, it only took ten minutes before they had their bracelets on and were therefore under his control. Then he moved on to the former lady Malfoy, now Narcissa No-Name, whom he had to stun as she was too worked up and angry. She, along with Lady Nott and Lady Parkinson would be the first of the breeding whores. The young Nott girl and the two Parkinson daughters were led to the pleasure whore wing for now.
Nothing was going to happen to any of the heiresses until he decided whether he wanted to fuck and/or impregnate any of them first, then he would open it up to his customers. If someone wanted one of the pleasure whores to carry his child, and said whore was fertile, then she would be moved to the west wing and he could fuck her until she was. Once she had given birth to an acceptable heir and weaned them, she would move back to the west wing and continue her pleasure whore duties.
After the last of the aristocratic women and girls had been escorted out of the room, his list had these additions:
Daphne Amaranth Greengrass. Born 7 December 1979 (16). Slytherin. Virgin.
Astoria Rowan Greengrass. Born 12 June 1982 (14). Slytherin. Virgin.
Eliette Maire Greengrass. Born 27 February 1985 (11). Virgin.
Lacey Carmen Greengrass. Born 5 February 1987 (9). Virgin.
Narcissa Celeste No-Name (formerly Malfoy, neé Black). Born 2 April 1955 (41). Slytherin. Mother of 1 wizard (Draco, born 1981).
Amanda Judith Nott, neé Fawley. Born 7 July 1969 (27). Ravenclaw. Mother of 1 witch (Mallory, born 1989). Stepmother to Theodore Nott, born 1981.
Mallory Jane Nott. Born 15 March 1989 (7). Virgin.
Priscilla Catherine Parkinson, neé Flint. Born 16 July 1961 (35). Slytherin. Mother of 2 witches (Pansy, born 1982, & Portia, born 1986).
Pansy Beatrice Parkinson. Born 5 February 1982 (16). Slytherin. Not virgin.
Portia Candace Parkinson. Born 17 January 1986 (10). Virgin.
While Harry didn't think he'd touch those under about nine or ten, it didn't mean others wouldn't want to. He didn't care what his customers wanted, so long as it was within reason, like no dead people and no one under the age of… say… 10. He knew it was probably heartless of him, but he honestly didn't see his whores as human—once they put on those bracelets, they were his, and they became nothing but objects for pleasure and breeding.
Next, he would call in the whores he'd acquired when he had bought the three whorehouses in Knockturn Alley. He was in for a long night already with just these, so he thought he'd wait until early tomorrow night to call all of the homeless people here and sort them into families, scientists, labourers, whores, and children under 7.
It was going to be hard work, but wasn't that the case with everything worth doing?
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