Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic so hopefully the hardcore fans don't butcher me for this. I've always been fascinated by a romance 'idea' I guess you'd call it, the romance itself, well you'll have to read this first chapter to find out. Hopefully you enjoy it.
Chapter 1: The End of a War
The sixteen year old stood alone in the forbidden forest, his hands clammy and his breath heavy. He never wanted his destiny but here he was many years after his parent's murder waiting for the Dark Lord, a snake-like creature of pure unbridled evil. Harry took in his surroundings ready at a moment's notice to dive behind a tree if need be, then Harry saw him approach. The ground grew cold and Harry could feel his malice as he came within duelling distance; Voldemort and his followers gathered. Among the small band Voldemort brought was Bellatrix LeStrange; an insane but beautiful pawn in the Dark Lord's evil. Behind them was the Malfoy couple eagerly awaiting the death of the-boy-who-lived, their son was nowhere to be seen. Finally at the back of the group were Fenrir Greyback and Antonin Dolohov, two of the Dark Lord's most loyal Death Eaters; they too were ready to see the boy die.
After an awkward silence the Dark Lord spoke, as he did Harry felt his blood run cold and his body shiver. But he'd been trained to fight over the past two years so wasn't going to doubt himself now.
"Well, I wasn't expecting you to show. You're here while your pitiful friends fight at Hogwarts. You desert them; you leave them to die… Only to die here instead."
Harry was ready and so drew his wand and readied himself for the fight of his life, he quickly lashed it in the direction of Voldemort and yelled.
"Confringo!"
"Protego!" the Dark Lord shielded himself. He was impressed with the spell's strength but wasn't going to stand for such insolence.
"Avada-Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!" and the beams met. This time there was no second chances; one of them had to win. The other was most certainly going to die. The struggle seemed to go on forever until finally Harry and Voldemort got a break, they both faltered and caught their breath. Before Harry continued the engagement now making it an open battle.
"Incendio!"
"Reducto!"
"Sectumsempra!"
"Stupefy!"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry threw every curse and offensive spell he could think of at the Dark Lord but he merely kept up his defence. Though the strategy was finally working, Voldemort's power was beginning to waver, if Harry could just keep up his attacks the fight would soon be over.
At that moment though members of the order arrived to help Harry against his foes, the fight soon became chaotic as Moody, Shacklebolt, Lupin, Hermione, Ron and even Albus Dumbledore joined the fight. Now the open combat began to swarm the forest, echoes of curses could be heard all around, but Harry didn't let himself get distracted. He kept his focus on the Dark Lord as they ran through the forest casting all manner of curses at each other. Voldemort retreated further into the forest while Harry kept up the pursuit not far behind him. From nowhere Harry was knocked off his feet by Rodolphus LeStrange, it became clear more and more Death Eaters were joining the fight. Still though Harry was un-phased, he merely decided he'd had enough with 'honourable' combat. He used the killing curse on LeStrange and simply moved on, it was a spell Harry had never used before but now was the time to use it he believed.
Harry ran at full speed after the Dark Lord, as he pursued the Malfoys attempted to stop him.
"Avada-Kedavra!" Lucius directed the cast towards Harry but didn't expect the boy's quick reflexes. Harry merely ducked down and retaliated in rage at being interrupted once again.
"Sectumsempra!" Harry shouted with anger brimming in his voice. Then he realised where the spell made impact, the head and neck of Lucius Malfoy simply slid off of him and made a solid thump! Once it hit the ground, Narcissa gave out a cry as Harry ran after the Dark Lord. She clutched at Lucius's robes and sobbed in her loss.
Meanwhile Harry had caught up with Voldemort; they pointed their wands at one another with neither of them wanting to make the first move. Then they opened their attacks on each other for the last time.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Avada-Kedavra!"
Their beams met but Tom, weak from his previous engagement and without the safety and stability of his Horcruxs faltered, for the final time. The Elder wand flicked from his hand, it flew across to Harry who was its true owner. With this simple statement Harry sealed Tom's fate.
"This is it, Tom." Harry sent forth a blast from the Elder wand that instantly dissolved Voldemort into a pile of black ash. With Voldemort defeated that was it the war was over, finally. Harry then fell to his knees, he'd done it, he'd really done it. He began to mutter under his breath in celebration, "Sixteen years, death, love, adventure, triumph, heh… Seems too good to be true…" He stood back up and went back to meet with the order members, on his way he heard a cackle, it was the unmistakable sound of Bellatrix LeStrange; Tom's second in command. When Harry found her she was laughing at the dead corpse of Rodolphus LeStrange, she was practically jumping with joy. She never truly loved or even liked him; their marriage was nothing more than a business contract for the sake of so-called 'pureblood families'.
Harry felt his body swell with rage, he remembered when she'd killed Sirius and taunted him thereafter. He burned with an uncontrollable desire to kill her; Harry went up to her and physically threw her against a tree with all his force. He then proceeded to smash her against the tree two more times until his rage was satisfied. But before he beat her to a pulp he caught a glimpse of her eyes, he looked longingly into them expecting to see derangement and insanity but all he saw was the soul of a broken, tormented, abandoned woman. Harry couldn't bring himself to hurt her more and released her; she fell to the ground in anguish. In the distance Harry could hear order members rushing to help him, but before they got there Bellatrix crawled over to him and begged him to help her.
"Please, Potter. Help me… Help me!" she pleaded to him. In all honesty Harry did take pity on her, while he hated her with every fabric of his being he would not be another Tom Riddle, he would not mistreat the weak for his own pleasure and most of all he would never waver to the evil of temptation. Harry wanted to help her, to save her even but he hadn't a clue how to.
"Okay Bellatrix, I'll help you. But how? If the order finds you, you are surely going to get the Dementor's kiss." He explained to her. At that moment Narcissa Malfoy ran to her sister and tried to drag her away but it was no use, Bellatrix wasn't budging. They were soon surrounded by order members and Moody asked Harry in his classically stern voice.
"What about these two then? Mr. Potter, you make the call!"
"Mad-eye, he's just a kid." Said a shocked Lupin.
"No! He's not! This is a fitting test, if any. That gives Mr. Potter here, a true role within the order. To set an example if need be! To eliminate them, if need be!" Mad-eye forcefully stated.
"Harry, please, take us!" Bellatrix shouted.
"What?! No, stay back Potter! Come on Bella!" Narcissa exclaimed; she wasn't going to be at the mercy of some boy. But Bellatrix dragged her back down and continued to plead for Harry to take them.
"Say 'Molon Labe' and take us!" Bellatrix yelled sounding more frustrated this time. Albus then came forward and simply asked.
"Harry?" Albus's voice was calm and mellow as the order waited for his decision. Then Harry uttered the spell as he pointed his wand at the two terrified looking women.
"Molon Labe." He said calmly as the spell he had just cast upon the two women forever bound them to him, body and mind. Harry was reluctant to cast the spell as it normally was used as bragging rights for the victorious in battle, but Harry didn't want to use it as to him the long arduous war wasn't a victory. To him, the war had just been a catastrophic waste of life. Before long though a bright light shone from Bellatrix's and Narcissa's left arms, when the light cleared and everything settled a golden Griffin had appeared on their arms. It was facing in towards the women and just at the base of the Griffin's claws lay the initials H.P. it was official, Harry James Potter now owned a Death Eater second only to the deceased Dark Lord and one of the most rich, intelligent witches in the Wizarding World.
The two witches and Harry looked around; one by one the order members were apparating until only the three of them remained. Harry then offered his hands to the two women, he helped them up and they apparated to the Hogwarts dungeon. Filch and Dumbledore were already there waiting, Harry asked 'if for now, could the women stay here?' Albus agreed, the two witches were left in the cell while Harry decided about what he should do, but first he needed to discuss something with Dumbledore. They sat opposite each other with Harry in the guest seat and the Headmaster in his throne-like chair. Both of them were awkward about opening the conversation so Albus decided to start.
"Harry? Why did you use 'Molon Labe'?" Albus said in a serious but kind voice.
"I…I don't really know." Harry said now wondering about his decision.
"I take it you at least know fully what the spell does, don't you?" Albus asked sounding slightly more concerned.
"Actually, no. I just assumed it was a binding curse of some sort." Harry said on a nervous voice.
"Well, sort of. However it's a bit more complex than that. You see the spell has a history of very few people who ever used it. As far as I know, only three wizards ever used it. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin and Tom Riddle. You are now the fourth I know of." Albus ended the extent of his knowledge now passing that to Harry.
"So… Why is it so rare?" Harry questioned.
"Well it's because of the specific conditions regarding the spell and the concept itself. You see, for it to work as it did tonight you must have killed the husbands of the women you intend to bind, in this case Lucius Malfoy and Rodolphus LeStrange. Once that has been accomplished the side of the women you intend to bind must be the opposing side of your own, again in this case the Order verses the Dark Lord. Finally both women must be above the age of twenty so that you can classify them as fully matured, that's how the spell works and you met those conditions when you cast it. Now the concept, basically it comes down to ownership, in the past Godric used it to 'bed' the women he captured after glorious battles. As I understand it Slytherin used it so that he could surround himself with pureblood women." Albus finished.
"But, I don't want to 'bed' either of them. So what happens in that situation?" Harry asked nervously.
"Nothing." Albus said simply.
"What do you mean 'nothing'?!" Harry exclaimed growing angrier by the second.
"I mean nothing. The conditions still apply, you own them now Harry. They are removed the status of individuals, they are yours from hence forth. Your property to do with as you see fit, if you decide at any time you want them dead. You can do so and nobody will stand in your way, not the ministry, not I, not anyone." Albus explained. Harry didn't know what to make of the situation; it's not that he wanted anymore death. Rather he didn't want them; he had no need for them.
"What about them? If they reject me, couldn't they just kill me?" Harry inquired.
"No Harry. That's one of the reasons the spell was used, they cannot knowingly or unknowingly do anything to harm you, they are also unable to refuse any request made of them by you." Albus hastily explained.
"Oh, okay professor. I'll retire to the common room for now." With that, Harry left to the Gryffindor common room for the night. It was quite late but the entire house lit up with cheers and admiration towards Harry, once he'd hugged basically everyone in his house he proceeded to have a seat opposite Ron and Hermione who were ecstatic to see him. Harry explained regarding the conditions and concepts of the spell he cast earlier this evening, once he'd finishing Hermione was the first to speak out.
"That's unbelievably sexist! Isn't there a way you can simply release them and sentence them to a life in Azkaban?" Hermione asked hopeful for an answer.
"No. The ministry's jurisdiction ended when I bound them to me. I shouldn't have done that, now looking back." Harry replied regretful. "I just so wanted to help them, you guys didn't see Bellatrix's eyes… She was…" Harry was cut off by Ron now sounding angry, and Hermione formed tears in the corners of her eyes as she thought about it.
"Don't ever mention that disgusting, horrid, bitch of a woman again! Don't forget Harry, she's the one who tortured Hermione! She still bares the mental scars from that, your friend! Don't talk about her again!" Ron angrily demanded.
"Fine, fine…" Harry apologetically replied. "I'm sorry alright, I'm sorry Hermione. Please, I didn't mean to bring back bad memories, I'm so sorry." He continued, he then sat back on the couch and waited for Hermione to calm down.
"No, it's… It's okay, I'm fine." Hermione responded to Ron. Then the subject of Narcissa caught Ron's attention, in all of the conversations he'd had with Harry about milfs. Both boys pretty much were in agreement she was the definition of milf.
"So Harry, were is your 'property' now?" Ron asked hoping for some interesting details. Hermione forcefully nudged him and exclaimed.
"RON!"
"Ow! What?" he replied in pain.
"They're still human beings, they maybe vile people but don't talk about them as if they're mere objects!" she explained to her dimwit of a boyfriend.
"But seriously, Harry. Have you 'seen to' them yet?" Ron asked, his voice covered in innuendo.
"They're down in the dungeons, and no. I do not want to screw them. They're mine by pure ignorance on my part." Harry honestly replied. Ron was not so sure.
"Come on, Narcissa. Really, you'd turn that down?" he asked listening intently for Harry's answer.
"Well, no, not exactly. I suppose she is, mine now, so…" he was cut off by Hermione who was shocked he'd even consider acting on them.
"Harry! You aren't seriously considering using them like that are you?" she hoped he would reply a solid 'no' but wasn't sure.
"No, of course not Hermione." Harry had completely lied to her, he wasn't above the concept, even if he didn't go through with it. Harry secretly thought that both Bellatrix and Narcissa had sexy qualities about them. Bellatrix with her crazy curls, purple eyes and pale skin held a lot of dominatrix-like aspects to her attire. Then there was Narcissa, with her full lips and perfect body. She also caught Harry's attention, he supposed that was half the reason he agreed to go through with the binding spell.
Harry needed some time to process all this and so headed up to his bed and contemplated his predicament regarding the two women. On the one hand, they are both really sexy ladies. But Hermione is right, what would I be if I did force my will on them? At the back of his head he heard a part of him say, you'd be one lucky son of a bitch. Harry needed more time to think on it, especially since this all happened barely five hours ago. He figured if he slept on it an answer would be made clear to him by the morning, so with that thought he allowed himself to drift off into a deep timeless sleep.
Author's Note: Did you enjoy that? If you did feel free to leave a review and tell me if you liked it or ways you think it could be improved, thanks for reading. More chapters coming soon.