I know I haven't updated any of my stories recently, I'm really sorry about that, I haven't had a laptop and have been really ill. I will try and get the updated as soon as possible. I've had the idea for this story for quite a while and wanted to make a start on it. It's a powerful, grey Harry, HP/BZ story. As always let me know what you like, what you hate, and anything you really want to see.
Also desperately need a beta for this, because I'm useless with spelling so drop me a message if you're interested.
Please review, and I promise I'll try to get My Soul and a Veelas Mate updated ASAP
The cloaked figure strode through Knockturn Alley, with his hood pulled up, masking his identity completely, a path cleared around him, as if the strong magical aura surrounding him was physically forcing those around him back.
The figure swore under his breath, he was late, and he had a feeling that this meeting could well end up being very beneficial to him, although there was little he needed; a fair few vast Gringotts vaults, filled with gold, jewels and magical artefacts made him the wealthiest wizard in Britain, and his recent magical inheritance had increased his core to at least match, if not beat, those of Albus Dumbledore and Voldemort.
Having finally reached his destination, a small, but exclusive restaurant, catering for only the richest witches and wizards, just off of Knockturn alley, Harry Potter dropped his hood, knowing that the buildings many enchantments and wards would stop all but a select few from realising his identity.
The restaurant's owner, Mr Jameson smiled in greeting, "Lord Potter, it's good to see you again. Your date is already here."
Harry smiled back lightly, taking the joke for what it was, "alas Jameson, not a date I fear, just another business meeting."
"I must admit this does not surprise me Lord Potter," Jameson replied, "I must admit that you do not seem the type to fall for her particular charms. The lady has booked a private suit, if you would follow me."
"you know me far too well Jameson" Harry laughed as he followed to the door of the suit, knowing that Jameson, the owner of the upper class restaurant was not only bound to keep the secrets of his customers, but was also possibly the most trusted, and trustworthy, man in Britain.
Harry knocked lightly on the door before entering. The only occupant of the room was known as one of the most beautiful in Britain, the Black Widow, famous for marrying rich men, who all had mysteriously died soon after.
"lady Zabini, it's a pleasure to see you" Harry said, bowing his head.
"the pleasure is all mine, Lord Potter, thank you so much for agreeing to see me today" Lady Zabini replied. The two occupants of the room took their seats, both running their eyes over the menus that had appeared before the before pressing their wands to their choices.
Once the menus had disappeared, and the wine glasses on the table had magically filled themselves, Harry decided that it was time to begin talking. "So Lady Zabini, I assume from the fact that you invited me here that you know a little more about me than the majority of Britain does".
Lady Zabini smiled, "A little," she admitted, taking a small sip of wine, "This beauty comes as both a blessing and a curse, part of that blessing comes from the fact that most men will tell me anything I wish to know."
"and the curse?" Harry asked,
Lady Zabini smiled sadly, "the curse is why I am here today, the Dark Lord has decided that he wishes to… have me", she shuddered, "and that if he can't have me, he has a 'use' for Blaise. I am a proud woman Lord Potter, but I am prepared to beg for the protection of myself and my son in the circumstances."
Lady Zabini looked so desperate in that moment that Harry had no doubt of her honesty, and no doubt in the fact that he would help her, he would however do his best to secure the best possible deal for his side in this war.
He nodded slowly, thinking about his options, before asking, "and in return for this protection, what are you offering?"
"Anything" Lady Zabini quickly return, jumping at the chance to be spared a fate worse than anything else than she could imagine. "I am a decent dualist, and I am better at potions than Severus Snape. I would offer myself to you, but you do not seem to be quite as effected by me as most men" she smiled sadly again, as if wishing that this would not the case.
Harry nodded thoughtful, "I will offer both you and Blaise protection in exchange for a vow of loyalty and your help in winning this law. However, there is a way I can offer your son much more protection, and by extension yourself too."
Lady Zabini looked confused for a moment, before gasping. "are you offering him a chance to…" she trailed off, looking astounded.
Harry smiled, "I have been looking for a consult, and Blaise would certainly fit the requirements"
Lady Zabini still looked shocked, "I will not enter him into a contract without his consent, I can't do that to him. Will your protection be revoked?" she asked.
Harry thought that there might be more to the story than she was letting on, but let it go for now, "I completely understand, I will still welcome you to my side. But I will ask you to talk to Blaise about it. I really need to get going, so take this portkey, the password is serpent, it will take you to a safe house, get your stuff together and then use it, I'll be by in a few days to talk some more"
"thank you Lord Potter", lady Zabini smiled as Harry pulled his hood up and departed from the room.