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The Count

Chapter 3

Arthur Weasley was running down Main Street of Diagon Alley toward the Leaky Cauldron. He was moving as fast as he could, desperate to get home. He wasn't a young man anymore, so he was huffing and puffing when he had finally made it. Apparating away, he quickly appeared outside of his house, The Burrow. He ran up to the door and burst through.

"Molly!" he yelled out, trying to locate his wife.

"Arthur! What are you doing back from work so soon?" his wife asked as she came into the kitchen. She was wearing a flowery dress that he had seen a thousand times before.

"Trouble," he wheezed as he hunched over trying to catch his breath. He straightened up and tried to calm his rapid breathing.

"Trouble? What are you talking about?" Molly looked concerned. She followed her husband into the living room and sat next to him on the couch. When he had finally caught his breath, he told her.

"I received a letter from Gringotts. They're opening an investigation into some funds that had gone missing from Harry's bank account," he said nervously. "It won't take them long to figure out who all took money from him. They keep records of who visits a vault and when it is visited. We'll be forced to pay back the money with massive amounts of penalties and interest. If not …" he let those words hang.

Molly gulped loudly. She knew very well what would happen if that money wasn't paid. She remembered when her mother's uncle took something that didn't belong to him. He was taken down into the Goblin mines and never returned. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her and her family. They were good people, the cream of the crop if you will. They followed the light-side and had fought against the darkness for years. So they had taken gold from Harry's vault. They deserved to be paid for their loyalty. She never thought that she would be forced to repay that money. The amount wasn't insubstantial. If she remembered correctly, she had personally taken close to seventeen thousand galleons. Arthur had taken less, but she wasn't sure how much. She didn't even know how much her children had taken. They could worry about themselves. She had to worry about herself first.

Immediately, her mind went to how she was going to come up with that sum of money. "What do we do, Artie?" she asked, incredibly worried. Arthur shook his head and took off his spectacles. He rubbed the area between his eyes to help relieve the stress. He got up and walked to the fireplace. Tossing in some emerald green powder, the fire grew in intensity and turned the same color as the powder. "Albus Dumbledore!" Arthur called out before sticking his head into the fire.

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Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office going over some paperwork. Things weren't going well for the old man. It seemed that some of his illegal activities weren't paying off anymore. For many years, Albus had pilfered money from his followers including the Potters, the Weasleys, and even Professor McGonagall. He would take that money and invest it in the black market trade. He would use his connections to bring in illegal items and potions and have them sold for huge profits. Of course, he couldn't use his account at Gringotts to keep that money. The Ministry and Goblins could easily trace his indiscretions back to him. No, Albus had done the smart thing and set up a vault of his own. Eventually, he moved all of his money down into the Chamber of Secrets. The only one that could get to it was himself and only through fire-travel with Fawkes. He made sure of that the day he had hired some Goons to take out Harry Potter. Once the boy had removed the threat of Voldemort, Albus had removed the threat to himself.

He remembered the day very well. The goons had attacked the boy in a surprise attack. Everyone was killed in a massive blast. Harry's blood was found on the scene, and Albus's secret tracking devices showed that he was indeed dead. Albus cleaned up the mess and kept his head down. Once it became known that he was missing, Albus acted the part of the concerned grandfather and organized a massive search to find him. Of course, neither the boy nor his body was ever found. Unfortunately, that put an end to his ability to take from his vault.

Albus sighed as he read the report from his underling. His operation was crippled. A tip had all of his henchmen arrested and charged with various crimes. Not only that but now some heat was being brought down on him. He needed to clean up this mess before it became too big. A big, fat bribe should take care of things. Just then, his fireplace lit up.

"Albus!" a familiar voice rang out. Hiding his report, Dumbledore responded.

"Arthur. What a pleasant surprise. Would you like to come over for a spot of tea?" he offered, pouring himself a cup.

"No … no thank you. Albus, I'm in a spot of trouble. Gringotts is starting an investigation into some missing money from Harry's account," Mr. Weasley told him, his head bobbing in the fire. This made Dumbledore spin quickly toward him.

"Pardon?" he asked. "Did you say that the Goblins are getting involved?" he asked nervously.

"Yes, Albus!" Mr. Weasley practically yelled. "We took a bunch of gold because you said it would be alright! Now it's going to come back on us!"

Dumbledore sighed again. He knew that he couldn't let them take the fall, even though he was sorely tempted. The Weasleys would rat him out quicker than they emptied the Potter vaults. He had no choice but to help. Once he had spoken to Arthur a bit more, Dumbledore told him to wait for him at the Burrow. Calling Fawkes, Dumbledore flamed down to the Chamber. The moment that he arrived, he knew something was wrong. Looking over to the warded room that held his ill-gotten gains, his eyes widened when he saw that the entire wall was collapsed.

"No, no, NO!" Dumbledore ran faster than he ever had. Inspecting the area, he could see that there was nothing there. Not a single Knut was left.

"FUCK!" Dumbledore kicked a piece of brick in anger.

"Aaaaaaaargh!" he yelled as he hopped up and down holding his foot. Three broken toes were certainly painful. Sitting down on a large, broken piece of stone, he thought about what had occurred. He had no idea who could have done this. Harry was dead, and even if he wasn't, the wards around the entrance hadn't been tripped. It must have been that professional thief that had been making the rounds and robbing a good number of purebloods blind. Dumbledore knew that he was fucked. The Goblins would surely figure out that it was him robbing Harry. Hopefully, he still had enough in his Gringotts account to cover the recovery, fees, and bribes that would no doubt pile up. Looking at the wreck of his secret vault, he knew that there was no way that he could call in the DMLE for this. He'd have to answer a lot of questions that he didn't want to be asked.

"FUUUUUUUCK!"

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Fawkes flew over the grand manor and flamed down. With a burst of fire, he appeared on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked over and smiled.

"I take it that the old man discovered what we did?" Harry asked. Fawkes chirped loudly, rubbing his plumed head against Harry's cheek. Harry chuckled. "Well, as promised, you'll get your spoils. Just go to my private island. There's a team of House Elves working there. I've already told them to give you as many prickly pears as you want." Fawkes trilled happily and disappeared in a burst of flame. No doubt he would soon be enjoying the warm sun and delicious fruit.

Harry knew that Dumbledore would soon find out. The Goblins had agreed to look into the issue, so Harry knew that the Weasleys would be desperate to quickly pay that money back. Failure to do so could mean a lifetime of toiling in the Goblin mines. The only place that they could turn would be Dumbledore. Of course, the old man had just as much to worry about as they did. It would be in everyone's best interest if the money was returned. Now that Dumbledore no longer had the means to easily pay back what they stole, Harry expected a call from Arthur very soon. He made sure that people knew that they could turn to the Count in a time of need. However, only the truly desperate would dare come to him, after all, the Count doesn't give charity.

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Arthur Weasley was absolutely fuming with anger. That piece of shit Dumbledore basically left them out to dry. He walked into his bedroom and sat next to his wife on the bed.

"Did you speak with the Count?" Molly asked worriedly.

"Yes," Arthur sighed. "He agreed to see us."

Molly breathed in a sigh of relief. Arthur saw this and said, "Don't breathe easy just yet. Who knows what the Count will demand."

"I know. Whatever it is, it couldn't be worse than the Goblin mines," she added. At least with this, Arthur could agree.

Around the time that they needed to leave, both got dressed and apparated away. They walked up the long, cobbled path and visually took in the wealth on display. When they knocked on the door, a House Elf answered. They were quickly ushered in and told to wait. Both sat side by side on a luxurious couch. Just then, the imposing Count walked in.

"Greetings," he said, nodding his head at them. Both stood up and greeted him properly. They sat back down on the couch, and he sat on a leather chair.

"I've heard rumors that you're in a bit of a jam with the Goblins. I take it that that's why you're here?" he asked. Arthur nodded. "How much?" he asked bluntly. Arthur knew what he was asking.

"I'll be needing roughly thirty-thousand galleons," Arthur pitifully admitted with his head down. The Count whistled then chuckled.

"That's quite the sum. What kind of collateral do you have?" Arthur had already thought about this. Both he and Molly had talked this over.

"Well … we have the deed to our house, The Burrow, and the land connected to it," he stated.

The Count nodded his head. "A decent start. What else?"

Molly looked at her husband and silently urged him to go on. "My wife will become your Concubine," he said with clenched fists. They had talked about this. If the money wasn't paid to the Goblins, they were as good as dead. If they didn't pay back the Count, at least Molly would remain alive and relatively well-off. They didn't know what would happen to Arthur.

The Count held up his hand and snapped his finger. A House Elf appeared with a contract. Harry quickly filled in the details. "I'll cover the cost of repaying the Goblins. In return, if you haven't paid me back in full in a year's time, I'll take possession of both your house and your wife." He held out the contract for Arthur to sign. An angry, red-faced Arthur snatched the blood quill and sighed the contract, as did his wife.

The Count smiled wickedly. "If you had read the contract before signing, you would have seen the clause that says that I get to sample the goods, so to speak. Arthur's eyes bugged out before looking at his copy. It did indeed state that. He was about to get up and give the Count a good thrashing when his body became frozen. The only thing that he could move was his head. He could only watch as the Count got up and pulled his wife to her feet.

"Get your hands off of her!" he raged. The Count had Molly turned to face him while he was standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

"Oh? I take it that you want the contract voided? Very well. You can deal with the Goblins on your own." He was about to rip the contract in half when Molly stopped him.

"Wait!" she cried out. If he ripped up that contract, their lives would be over. "It's okay, Arthur. I don't mind," she told her husband, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt the Count lean in and press his lips against the back of her head.

"Good girl," he whispered and inhaled the scent of her hair. His hands slid down until they cupped her dress-covered breasts. Giving them a squeeze, Molly squeaked out. Suddenly, she felt a pulse of magic and her dress slid down around her ankles, as did her panties. Her bra popped off and fell to the floor as well.

Mr. Weasley sat there and watched with gritted teeth when the Count slid his hand down Molly's belly and cupped her naked pussy. "Your hair is so thick," he teased as his fingers threaded through her thick pubic hair. Arthur watched as Molly blushed something fierce. The Count clenched his fist and grabbed a handful of her pubes before giving them a slight pull. His wife cried out in pain, but Arthur had a keen eye and saw a bead of arousal roll down the inside of her thick thigh. His hands slid up her sides until they cupped her large breasts. He whistled in appreciation. "Just look at these milk-bags!" he said happily, juggling them up and down.

Arthur wanted to kill the man for playing with his wife in such a way. Unfortunately, his own actions led to this predicament. He was forced to watch as the bastard jiggled her large tits and slapped them together. He pinched and pulled on her nipples, making Molly quiver in delight. With every humiliating action, the insides of her creamy thighs were getting wetter and wetter. Her husband raged internally that he had never been able to arouse her in such a way. Molly clamped her thighs together around his hand when he began rubbing her. He could tell that she was trying to hold in a moan, but it was becoming even more difficult when his fingers brushed over her engorged clit. Her body was trembling and shuddering as he toyed with her. Suddenly, he noticed that the Count was naked as well, and with a mighty thrust that had clapped against Molly's thick ass, Arthur saw what had to be the largest cock in the world popped out from between her thighs.

The Count grunted as he began thrusting. Arthur watched in shock as his cock pulled back, and his thick, bulbous head brushed against her clit. When he pushed forward, inch after inch erupted from between her thighs, completely coated in her juices. He looked Molly in the eyes. Quickly she turned her head in embarrassment. Faster and faster the bastard thrust, fucking his wife's thighs and stimulating her pussy at the same time. Out of nowhere, he reached down and lifted her up by the back of her thighs. Molly squealed in surprise as her legs were spread wide open. Arthur could see every hole that she possessed.

"Help me stick it in you cheating whore," the Count teased. Molly reached down and grabbed his long, fat cock and pressed the tip to her weeping cunt. With a single thrust, Molly was speared on his fat cock while he began to fuck her. The Count walked closer to him and held her right in front of him. He was face to face with her cock-stuffed pussy. There was no way that he could miss the fact that the Count's cock was streaked with his wife's white cream. Soon, Molly was unable to hold in the moans and cries of pleasure.

"I'm sorry, Artie!" she cried out, her toes curling, and her pussy clamping down on his thrusting cock. She continued to squeal as her pussy dripped lewdly all over her husband's lap, and she orgasmed over and over again. It seemed that she was now held in place by magic because the Count reached down and pulled his cock out. Arthur opened his mouth to yell at him only to receive a mouthful of cum. The Count gave him the first facial of his life. He gasped and gagged as spurt after spurt of cum hit him all over his face. The bastard just laughed at his humiliation.

"Don't worry, Artie! I'll clean you up," he teased and shoved his cock deep into his wife's asshole with a single thrust. Molly's eyes widened when it felt like pure pleasure was hitting her in the ass and pussy at the same time.

"FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Molly yelled out, her back arching violently.

Arthur spat out a glob of cum only to look up and get hit in the face by his squirting wife. He choked as his mouth filled with her juices as she sprayed him down and drenched him in her cum. He didn't know how long that he was choking, but when he looked up, the Count was cumming in his wife's asshole as she came harder than she had in her life. Unceremoniously, he dropped Molly down on the couch next to him. She landed face down with her ass up in the air. Arthur could see her gaping hole with cum leaking out.

"Remember the terms of our agreement," he warned and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Arthur was tumbling onto the hard, grass-covered ground. Looking around, he saw that he was just outside of the manor's ward-line. He could move again, and Molly was next to him, completely nude. Luckily, her clothes were piled close by, and there was no one else around. He quickly dressed her and apparated away. Once he placed his still-orgasming wife in their bed, he promised that the Count would one day pay for this humiliation.