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Chapter 156: Victory Pt.1

"Don't worry, soon we will be joined by the Gr-..."

Before he could even finish what he was saying there was a loud blaring trumpet that echoed all through the mountains. Everyone seemed to pause for that spilt second as they turned to where that sound came from...

With the rising sun came a host riding in. They were fresh faced as they had yet to experience battle like they did, but that just meant they were up and ready to fight all day long while they were ready to drop on their feet.

Flags were being raised on up high into the sky, and Harry knew that green and black banner with the serpent coiling around a green colored G better than anyone. House Greengrass had finally arrived.

Leading the charge of the host was giant Sea Serpents hissing and spitting as they came on the rear of the Grim Battalion! At the forefront of the army was a young woman that had her white blonde haired witch that had her hair tied up behind her in a single braid. She was wearing fine leather green battle robes that all but clung to her body like a second skin as it emphasized all her finer points. Her wand was right on the ready and the other held tightly to the reins of the beast she rode. Harry needed to do a double take when he saw the creature that Daphne Greengrass rode into battle.

It wasn't a sea serpent as its scales were a more poisonous green and it looked way more terrifying than the other creatures right next to it even though it was much smaller. It was the fricking Basilisk he gave her, Harry knew Basilisk grew at a frightening rate, but this was just ridiculous. The thing was already on its way to being the size of an SUV.

But more looking more terrifying than her little mount was Daphne Greengrass, the fury was written all over her face and she was out for revenge.

If poor old Nott thought that Daphne wouldn't seek out her bloody revenge then he knew nothing of his girl. She wasn't to be messed with her you would get a mouthful of her poisonous bite.

With the Greengrass force coming at the Nott family force from the rear, and his family army engaging them at the front. The Grim Battalion was quite really stuck between a hard place and a rock, they were surrounded from all sides with no way out.

"Hahaha," the Commander started laughing right besides him and a wide grin spread across his face. "We have them now. All that is left is to finish them all once and for all."

"Don't be counting your chicken before they hatch, Commander," Harry spoke up. "I am sure they have a few more tricks up their sleeves, a family as prestige as us must have a few cards to get them out of sticky situations."

"Mhmm," the Commander said as he turned to the battlefield.

The Nott family were being grinned by his and the Greengrass family, they tried to put up resistance and make a last stand as they disparately fought on, but there was no point. They were opposing a force twice their number and they were surrounded from all sides. There was nothing they could do in the least bit.

Then suddenly dark shadows started to spread out from the center of the Grim Battalion they coiled and spread across as many friendly forces as they could and with his Magic Sight Harry could see something... something very big and horrifying as many eyes spun about and then as if noticing his attention they all turned their ghastly sights on him.

He took a step back as sweat broke across his forehead, he felt like something was gripping his heart and squeezing at it. Harry never knew he could feel such fear in his life as that cold unfeeling thing in those shadows seemed to peer deep into his soul as if it was assessing him.

"By Merlin long shaggy beard," Harry heard the Commander swear. "How could they let that thing out!"

Harry slowly turned to the metal armed man and all his dry lips could get out was, "W-what... thing?!"

"The Great Darkness, the spawner of the wendigos, the Legendary Beast of House Nott, Orcraks!" the old man answered solemnly.

"So that is what we will be facing soon," Harry swallowed on the lump in his throat as they watched the shadows devour countless Nott family men and then disappear right before their very eyes as if they were never there in the first place.

Even though there was powerful teleportation jamming implements in place, the enemy forces still managed to flee. The only good thing was that barely that many got away only a couple hundred or even maybe a 1,000 but other than that the bulk of the Grim Battalion was left behind.

Once the remaining soldiers say that their high command had abandoned them, they started laying their wands and weapons, and surrendering to both sides.

From there the tedious task of bounding and containing the enemy forces begin. They had to take count of all of them which was a sad lonely lot of nearly 1,500 men. Thus from many survey they conducted, they could conclude that the enemy lost 2,000 men in their first engagement with his family force taking 4 times the losses they did.

Then they lost another 500 men in that grind feast against his forces and the Greengrass. It would seem around a 1,000 of the enemy forces escaped, and 1,500 were left behind.

While the matters of containing the enemy were being taken care of, and the logistics. Harry retired to his chambers to rest. There would be some celebrations later this evening, and he would be welcoming the Greengrass family at that moment.

For now he needed a break, staying up for nearly two days had taken a toll on him.

Entering his chambers, Harry was greeted to the sight of Rem waiting for him in his chambers. Like a dutiful maid, she and her sister had come with him to the fortress to see that he was taken care of. Harry still hadn't gotten used to being waited on as not too long ago it was him waiting upon the Dursleys. Still appearances needed to be kept and a Lord couldn't be seen doing his bed, or making breakfast, or even taking a dump... okay he did stop the maids from doing that but it seemed to be in their tasks.

He wondered how these lords and ladies even function properly if they needed people to wipe their asses. Not well, that for sure!

"Hey, Rem," Harry greeted his blue haired little maid as he entered the room.

"My lord," she bowed her head pleasantly as she ran up to him to remove his battle robes which had been long stained with blood. Not his, but those of his enemies.

"Where is your sister?" Harry asked while the maid set aside his robes for cleaning later.

"She is busy preparing the celebrations with the Head House-elf, Tobry just like you wanted."

"Ahh," Harry chuckled, yep that wasn't in his job title as well but in his servants and retainers.

"I have drawn you up a bath, my lord," the maid bowed her head.

"Which kind?" Harry asked with a grin as he got down to his small clothes.

"Which ever one you want, my lord," his little blue haired maid smiled sultrily.

Entering the bath, Rem was close behind him as she shed all her clothes and came in with only a towel.

"Wash my back," Harry called out with a smile as he took a seat on a stood.

Rem answered his call right away and began soaping up her naked body. Harry watched mesmerized as the soapy suds dripped down the slope of her back and pooled in the crack of her perky ass. He was also able to sneak a closer look at her lithe and unmistakably-sexy figure, whose girlish, but sexy hourglass-like proportions were more than enough to trigger a certain kind of physiological response down there.

He had been staring for so long that Rem started giggling.

"I will start now on your back then, master," the little maid smiled while wiggling her behind as she came over which excited even more his already hardening cock.

"You can start now," Harry nodded his head to her as it didn't take long before he felt a pair of soft, slender hands settle on his shoulder, before she then gently began lathering water and soap down his broad back. Despite Rem's apparent eagerness her hand movements were slow and methodical as her fingers would get busy using the towel to wash his back efficiently.

"You don't have to use your hands' Rem," Harry grinned. "I can think of something much better for you to use."

"Master~" the maid blushed, "do you really want me to do that?"

"Oh, yes," Harry said, "this towel is a bit too rough," he lied right through his teeth. "I think I am looking for something a bit softer and bouncer."

Immediately Harry heard the unmistakable sound of a towel dropping to the floor just behind him. He sighed contently as something soft and incredibly voluminous was pressed up against his back. He could still feel Rem's slender hands on his shoulders as something squishy slowly started moving. These big sponge-like breats felt absolutely amazing brushing up against his skin, especially since each perky nipple tickled his back every time Rem dragged them up and down his body.

"Do you find it objectionable, Master?" Rem whispered into his ears as she rubbing him with her big, soap-lathered tits.

Snapping out of his lust-fueled daze, Harry turned to smile at the maid and answered, "Very much so. That's why I would like to return the favour," he grabbed the body wash and squirted a generous dollop into his hand.

"Master," the maid called out in surprise as he slowly rubbed his hand over her wet, smooth skin, "there is no need for that. It isn't befitting of you to wash your own lowly maid."

"Well, I insist," Harry replied as he slowly and sensually explored her curves as his hands slid down her back and over her hips. "Will you deny me that?" he asked while her feminine moans that escaped her mouth inspired him to go even further. His hands slid over to the front of her hips, and he began massaging the junction between her hips and legs. As his fingers brushed against her soapy pussy lips, a shudder rolled through her body.

"No," she answered breathlessly, "but could I return the favor?" she asked.

"Go ahead," Harry said as the blue haired maid giggled as she kissed him quickly. Soon after, his torso was covered in soap as she washed the all the dust and grim he gathered.

She slowly moved before him as she asked, "Master~ Do you perhaps require help with that thing?" his maid asked while looking down at his throbbing, fully erect penis.

"Of course," Harry answered, "your little lithe fingers and voluptuous body has been doing some really naughty things to my little brother."

"I can see that," she smiled as her small hands grabbed his enormous cock. Even with both hands on it, she couldn't even cover his whole huge pole of meat.

Rem bit her lip cutely as she began stroking his massive erection. A deep groan escaped his lips as his maid worked his cock, her velvet-soft skin against his erect dick did wonders and caused a shiver of arousal to run down his spine.

He couldn't turn around his eyes from the feast of those voluptuous funbags; just the thought of them on Rem's short, adorable frame was already driving him mad with lust. Those little perky nipples and bounce boobs where a whole nother matter.

Rem must have noticed his attention because she stuck out her boobs and asked, "Do you want to play with them, Master~" while she continued pumping her hand up and down his throbbing girth, and simultaneously pushing her big milk-bags forward.

"Do I?" Harry asked with a chuckle as his hands slid up their soapy bellies, and he cupped a breast each. He massaged them and enjoyed their moans when his fingers would graze their hard, crinkled nipples.

Rem wasn't idle in her administrations as she began kissing the tip of his hard cock and slowly gobbling it up into her mouth.

Wanting more, Harry grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her for more. The little maid squealed as she was pressed against his body.

His hands slid down the cracks of their asses, and he began toying with their wet pussies. Feeling her shudder against him, Harry felt more than anything the mewls and gasps that left her mouth as those vibrations made his cock feel as if it was about to explode. He needed relief and he needed it now. His fingers were toying with their puckered holes when he said, "Let's move this to the bed."

Rem nodded, and they stepped out of the bath. A quick drying spell and they were all warm and dry. Harry all but lifted the maid up as he pulled her to the bedroom. Tossing her in and crawling after her, Harry eyed her up and down as he came to stand over her.

"Well now, where should I begin?"

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Chapter 157: Maid & Mistress Pt. 1(R-18)

Harry all but lifted the maid up as he pulled her to the bedroom. Tossing her in and crawling after her, Harry eyed her up and down as he came to stand over her.

"Well now, where should I begin?"

"Why don't you start with these, Master?" his maid asked as her breasts bounced wonderfully before him. "I saw that you couldn't keep your eyes off of them in that bath!" she cooed, coming up to her knees and wrapping a hand around either tit, lifting and squeezing seductively.

Harry eyed his servant, his little blue haired was adorable. There was just no other way to describe her. It wasn't how Harry thought he would be describing a automaton, but that was just how it was. Rem might not have been the curviest or the sexiest he had seen so far, but if there was one thing the the young lord could admit, it was that she had the absolute best boobs.

Plump and ripe for the groping, the kneading, it made Harry's mouth salivate just thinking about it. And on top of that, her breasts were excellently accentuated by her wide, child-bearing hips and her positively thick thighs. It was simply the best, most amazing piece of boobs he'd ever laid eyes on. But there was no denying that his little cute maid looked… well, youthful. You couldn't truly call her a child. At least, Harry didn't think so.

However, it did make you reconsider if you were a pervet. But in Harry's opinion, that just made her legal lolis, or that was what he told himself.

When she dumped her tits all over his lap, it spilled on either side while still squeezing together in the middle. Her nipples were erect and light pink. Each fat one ready to be plucked as that sat snuggly sat on her breasts just begging to be squeezed and given to hungry mouths.

Rem inched forwards, slinking between his legs and continuing to engulf his lap in her squishy breast. Rivulets of milk thin enough to look like sweat oozed freely from each swollen nub... it was plain to see if she squeezed any harder those flows would immediately become a whole lot thicker and juicier!

"Heheh... Here I come, MAster~" she said as she stuck out her tongue out thoughtfully, and went for his cock, cooeing down his length as she marveling at his size as it went deep into her throat in one go, throbbing hard and ready to let loose its seeds.

Rem wrapped a hand around each jiggly breast using them on him ruthlessly - not needing to do much more than mash and jerk them together around his raging hot hard-on. With every ounce of pressure she placed on her tits, the more warm sensation she transmitted directly to his pole, her marshmallow soft breasts squeezing as if he was balls-deep in a tight cunt.

She teased and squeezed, rubbed and pumped. While bobbing her head up and down along his length, her mouth was like a vacuum trying to suck him dry trying to milk him for all he was worth, and her fun little boobs weren't helping the matter along as well

"Ah, Master… how are boobes? Are they to your taste, Master?"

Still groaning, Harrreaches out and plays with Rem's silken blue locks a bit. He looks down into her eyes as his groan cuts off for a pant instead. A grin spreads across his face as well, and he nods his head in response.

"They're amazing. Keep going. Show me what you can do with your bountiful breasts. Show me how useful they are." Rem flushes a bit at her master's language and commanding tone. But she obeys nonetheless, sliding her slickened tits up and down his cock a little faster, moaning happily as she gives him the best boobjob she possibly can.

Harry could feel himself getting close as his little maid continued, and continued to blow him off.

Sensing how close he was, Rem popped him out and continued on a fanatic pace with her boobjob while moaning, "Yes... Yes... Yes... Come on, Master! Come on, you're doing great... Now all you need to do is let it out... YES, my tits feel so good, come on...!" she egged him on.

She looked up at him, biting her lip as drool rolled down her chin. "I need your cum between my titties so fucking bad... Right in here, right in here, from this big, warm cock!"

Deep inside her tits, Harry felt like he was melting. He sank all the way inside, until his balls slapped her right on her melons, until her ripe nipples were rubbing on his crotch. The pressure was insane, tight as a pussy, Rem pressed her breasts tight against him in a vice grip! It was almost too much, he hissed and pulled himself back a little to take a break and not just explode, but he just thought fuck it.

He was going to giver what she wanted, pain her breasts and face with his seed. It felt good! Unlike a pussy, there was no sheath between her marshmallow-y tits, just the pressure of her hands making an airtight seal around his cock on all sights, every little feather-touch and rush of friction designed to make any boob-obsessed degenerate blow.

And he was the biggest degenerate of them all as he reached his limit. Rather than holding back on cumming, trying to make the pleasure last as long as possible, Harry just let it all out. It was stupidly easy at this point, the depths of her tits were begging for his cum as much as she was.

His mind went blank as he went still as a statue. All thoughts were drained out as he could feel nothing but titties rubbing together around him, holding him. It was heaven...

There was an enormous gush, what would have been a mile long rope of pearly-white cream otherwise - now going off like a bomb. With a big sloppy gushing sound, the entirety of her tit cleavage was suddenly filled with semen.

His sperm churned and sloshed, rushing up the length of his aching hot cock, pouring out. Again and again he added yet more sticky goo to her cleavage, soaking her thighs and flooding her rack. And she couldn't have been happier. "Oh my, my lord! Is this all for me," the maid asked with a smile as she begin lapping it all up as if it was the tastiest thing in the world.

The tops of her tits were like a hint of the true volume he'd let loose as her whole valley was covered in cum. "Sooooo much semen. So thick, master. Do you like my big tits that much, Master~?" she purred.

"Y - Yeah..." Harry groaned as he rested a hand on his little maid's head.

"Mmmmh..." A dirty groan left a lip, Harry turned around to see Daphne standing at his door, she entered as she made herself known. "You really know how to make a mess of your bitches, stud... Where are you gonna stick that amazing thing next...?"

"Daphe," Harry greeted his fiancé.

"Your house-elf let me in," she answered before he could even ask how she got in here.

"Mistress, I have heard all about you," Rem tried to courtesy, but he made a mess out of her and cum was leaking from all over her breasts.

"Ahh," Daphne turned to face the little maid, "I see that you are one of a kind servant," she smiled knowingly.

She turned to look at him, and spoke up, "I thought they were one of a kind, how did you end up with a living automaton."

"Actually they are two. Twins in fact," Harry replied as he got up from the bed without any shame or decency at all as he didn't even try to cover himself or the giant pillar right between his legs. "They were from my grandparent to me," he said. He never did get to know his grandparents, but they did leave him with a very fine gift indeed. But it never did cover for that ache in his heart, maybe that will always be there, after all, he is the last Potter alive.

Trying not to dwell on those grim thoughts, Harry grinned up at the Slytherin witch, "Now are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to join us! We barely even started so you missed nothing at all!"

"Is that all you have to say?" the witch pouted as she crossed her hands before her ample bosom.

"Oh, come on," Harry chuckled, "I could have handled this on my own, Daphe. You only came here for revenge and to give it to that grim bastard."

"True," the witch admitted as she brushed her hair back, "but do you know how much trouble I got in with daddy! He did not want to make any moves at all..."

"So he was watching, huh?! That is why I noticed so many eyes keeping track of this war."

"Of course, dear, everyone.. that is of note is keeping track of this little feud. Two Earl houses going to war! Now that is something that doesn't happen very often. All eyes are on you. And yes, my father has been testing you to if you have sufficient military capability, and can handle yourself in a war."

"Of course he would be," Harry shook his head.

"Yes, but still I had to go behind his back and rouse the Serpent host myself. Don't you think I deserve a bit of appreciation?"

"Alright," Harry chuckled, "I will make sure to show you how thankful I am to you. You really did free up my schedule, this war can now all be over by the end of the week." Looking to Rem who stood off to the side politely, Harry addressed her, "Rem go get cleaned up. I am sure, my sweet little dear would like to experience what you got."

'Right away, Master, Mistress," Rem bowed her head as she raced across to the bath.

"Now that is what I am talking about," the witch smiles as she came up to him and then straddled him, leaning over right into his face. "What a big strong man I have, all rearing to go aren't you?" she said as she grasped his erect cock.

She traced her other hand across his chest, slowly sliding across his heavily muscular abs and chest. "Mmmm, you have no idea how much I have missed you, and your body as well. No one is happy back at school that you have been suspended for a whole month, but they understand what you had to do. And I most of all am very thankful that you came to my rescue like a knight out of those story books."

"Really now? So why don't you show me how thankful you are!" Harry said as he was reaching for the witch, but she suddenly turned and sat down beside him, planting that plump rear end down on the bed beside him, where it immediately squished and pressed out on the sheets. She positioned her hands behind herself for support, thick pale legs crossed neatly at the knee.

"No you first," she smiled sultrily, "Now come and get me, stud."

Looking at Daphne's body on full display, as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, and he was done for. He saw that she had no panties at all thanks to that flash of her hot cunt he caught, tempting him over like a possessed man as he threw himself on her. It was so sudden, she gasped in surprise as he pushed her down on to her back while he stood over her.

He looked hungry beyond belief, staring at her intently as if he was a beast just unleashed. He grasped her arm, pressing his hard cock against her stomach while he leaned over and whispered to her.

"Careful what you wish for, or else you might get way too much than what you bargained for!"

"Why don't you show me what I unleashed," the witch answered as she laid back for him like his own prize to unravel.

Then Harry moved in.

Chapter 158: Maid & Mistress Pt. 2(R-18)

Daphne groaned, wanting to lay back for her man right then and there. In truth, the air was so thick with hormones and lust she could barely breathe, the smell of Harry's body and his dick grinding against her wet snatch made her head spin. And when Harry used his free hands to go for her pale tits and it just added even more sensation on top of what she was already feeling.

"Mmm, hahaahh! Yes, come one and get," she moaned into his neck as she bite down to add a bit of sensual flavor to their sex. She laid further back on the bed, pulling him on top of her, swiftly becoming an interlocked tangle of two bodies writhing together, wrapping around each other on the bed, pressing together tighter.

"Okay... Okay, let's do it..." She looked down at him. That third leg of his had her full attention, like some freakish monster bulging out between his legs.

"You want to fuck me, right? Been dying for this all night, haven't you?" she purred, leaning in to nip his earlobe playfully, causing that gigantic slab of dick meat to give a sudden start.

His cock was just so fucking enormous. She'd picked a good one alright, he was a wizard born to fuck and bred slutty witches. No other guy could compare to him that was for sure.

"That giant dick... You just want to sink it right into me, don't you...?"

"You asked for it..." he finally growled as he lined up to her.

She laughed, wrapping a hand around him, she locked lips with him, their mouths wrapping together, lips obscenely mashing together as they stared wide-eyed at each other. He felt her tongue wrapping around his and became lightheaded, anxiously sucking back, sealing his lips tightly around her intrusion. When their lips broke apart, the release of the seal was so violent it came with a saliva-soaked 'pop'!

"That's... That's it... Come on!"

And then she watched as he sank into her, slinging his dick her way towards her fat, plump cunt lips. She squirted all over as his monstrous spread and spread her wide open.

Once the head was inside, she was done for, there was barely any friction to hold him back at all. And that was what he did as he thrust into with one sudden jolt that nearly had her orgasming on the spot.

Her cunt was crammed full, far too full, she cried out in a mixture of pain and masochistic pleasure.

That was all it took. A big fat fucking cock, and he had the biggest one of them all. She might get hurt one day riding this thing.

But that didn't stop her pussy from being so wet as she lubricated his sheath well enough while her pussy was being stretched both deeper and wider than it had ever been in her life. All she felt was Harry's cock, fulling her up and marking her like would a dog its territory and property.

He on the other hand was offered a perfect view of her, his little slut was stretched out beneath him. Getting a perfect view of her pearly-white skin which was slowly starting to heat up and drip with sweat. Her outfit half-hanging off her, her tits exposed and swinging gracelessly. He fucked her hard and fast, pumping her cunt with his horsecock, making her ache from being stretched.

He came at her again and again, her cunt filled with his cock, her cervix ceaselessly being assaulted. At first, he just hammered on it, but then he forced her open, and made his way inside. No other man had ever done that. He invaded her womb like no other.

He hammered her in her deepest core, wearing her like a second skin. Jets of his hot precum smearing her wet insides of her pristine womb as he fucked her hard enough to make her get pregnant.

Which she almost certainly would if she didn't put some protections on.

He was speeding up. He was getting ready to splatter her insides and use her as a cum dumpster. He was going to drain his big heavy balls into her perfect body, and she was going to moan and cum and thrash and then thank him for it after. She was going to be his forever.

And she wanted it more than anything.

She was putty in Harry's hands. Her body was giving in to him, all control abandoned as he made her pussy juices gush forth like an endless fountain. Her back arched against the bed, each time he plunged into her and filled her up. Her pussy clung tightly around his dick as if in dear life, and all she could do was moan and squeal like a two bit whore around that fat fucking cock about to fuck her past the point of unconsciousness.

By the time Harry finally worked himself up into blowing his load, Daphne looked just about broken, completely blown away. All she could do was cling to him, toes splayed out, all her energy concentrated in keeping her crotch glued to his, her hips rolling in sensuous waves as the bed quaked and shook beneath them.

If he blew his load now, she was going to cum her brains out.

Harry was getting faster now, going harder if that was possible. And she knew he was about to unload: it was so obvious, every movement a tell, from his animalistic thrusting to the way his muscles tensed, his body jolted. He was right at his climax and she was about to get flooded.

She couldn't wait. "AHHH!" Daphne moaned as Harry hilted inside of her, making her body accept the entirety of his shaft, as the dick meat stretching her belly. It pushed her womb up into her chest, it pounded on her insides and made her try to squirm away, but she couldn't.

He started to unload a geyser of his cum into her thick, hot, white gushing goo forced its way in and splattering all over her insides, filling her womb to the brim.

"Oh fuck... MMM... fuck! I am going to..." Daphne tried to saw but lost her voice as she started to simply cry out in a high-pitched, crazed wail.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he tongues simply just hung out of her mouth dripping with drool. She looked totally and utterly fucked. Her brain was unable to simultaneously handle both Harry's endless gallons of cum pouring into her, and the great big orgasm that stuck her all at once as she was overcome with a momentary high ecstasy and her body being overtaken by thrashing body and spasming.

The bed beneath them squeaked and shook as Harry arched his muscular back over and over, pounding into his wonton pussy with hard, heavy thuds. And maybe the bed would have given out altogether, if not for Harry pulling her up into his arms, hoisting her from the sheets to clutch her in a death grip, keeping her aloft on his shaft which was plunged inside of her. There was nothing she could do but hold onto him as that young man finished unloading his seed into her.

Her pussy squirted and gushed, submitting to his cock like a true bitch. Her legs moved in fits and spasms the entire way, and long after her orgasm passed.

And only when Harry had finally finished cumming, all he did was toss Daphne's blissed-out body back down on the bed, where she lay unmoving. She could do nothing but squirm and kick her legs to try and right herself. They held no strength, and her muscles visibly spasmed every time cum oozed out of her ruined pussy. Her orgasm left her spasming on the bed for several minutes longer.

"Tell me what do you have to say to that?" Harry asked with a chuckle as he stood over her.

But she could give no response as she was far gone in Lala land where it was ever blissful and bright.

When Harry came to after a short shut eye, Daphne and Rem were both sucking his cock. Their tongues were busy at work while Daphne had his dick between her ruby-red lips, turning her mouth into a little pleasant fuckhole for cock and Rem was licking his ball sacks. Instinctively, without even thinking, he started to thrust his hips forward feeding Daphne more of his cock.

She drooled and gagged around that tremendous cock. She looked ready to pull back out so Harry tangled his fingers in her hair, and held her down. She went back to noisily and sucking his cock as if it was a lollipop and Rem was busy worshipping the nuts, salivating all over his bloated balls.

It was no time at all his cock was coming back to life. Exactly what they wanted. They savored the scent of his musk and unwashed maleness now filling the room.

Harry gripped the witch's skull and held it there so she could thrash, splutter and choke herself on his shaft just like how she wanted it. She could barely cry out all the witch could do was bob her head up and down with his guidance and slurp and lap at his cock while teasing him with how hard she was blowing him off as her cheeks sucked in like vacuums. How her lips were pulled so far away from the rest of her face with each upstroke that it was almost comical. Like she was being impaled by his cock.

Her throat burned as his entire dick filled her to the brim, tip to base, but from the look in her face, she was loving it! Her eyes were far cast as if she was in another world.

"Gahhh... Suck it! Yea, keep on suck itttt!"

Rem wasn't helping the situation along as she had one of his ball already in her mouth as her tongue was doing wonderful things, and the other she was carefully squeezing bringing out the perfect amount of pleasure.

Finally, he freed himself from her mouth with a wet, slurping 'pop!'

"By Merlin's balls," Harry swore, "you naughty little bitches are going to make me explode!"

Then why don't you, Master~" Rem smiled, "we are both early awaiting your seed."

"Yea," Daphne said as she grabbed his twitching cock, "just let it all out. There is nothing me we wish for!"

"Fuck it," Harry said as he broke the final iron wall of will he put up. He was close already, but with Daphne lithe little fingers working him there was nothing stopping him at all. Rem also joined in as she tickled and massaged his balls.

And then he gave it to them. Gushing out cum, an endless torrent of it, it splattered all over both their faces. Their hair was quickly plastered to the scalp as he made use of their angelic features for cum-cannon target practice. Wet slap after wet slap smacked into their faces one after one, painting them with his goo and even getting into their mouths which they held wide open with tongues out.

His jizzed quickly went in and deep into their stomachs!

Finally, as he tapered off, Harry dangled his sloppy dick near Daphne's mouth once again, and she happily cleaned him off. She went to work slurping and bobbing like a good bitch should, to suck off all the cum she could find, and he saw she absolutely loved it. Never once did she stop blowing him as she licked everything clean, wiping his sheath smooth.

Her hands gripped squeezed, and tugged at his girth. She helped him milk the last few droplets out with quick hard strokes, urging him to add a few more blasts of cum to the amounts already filling her.

Finally, once she was done she left him slowly side out of her point and looked up at him insatiable. "Ready for round two!"

Looking at her, Harry knew he would be stuck in bed for a very long time indeed!

Chapter 159: Victory Pt.2

"I want to congratulate you all on a job well done," Harry raised his glass on up high as similar gestures were followed through by his guests. They were in a massive ballroom which in its self was a startling revelation. Harry had no idea that the Fortress housed such extravagant stuff.

The ballroom was exquisitely decorated as Tobry really had outdone himself in setting up everything. Fine cuisine was laid out on tables with drinks in abundance, and there was pleasant music being played by some brownies that the house-elf was able to collect during the last minute.

This was a party for only the high ranking officers and personals. The Commander was there dressed in his finest uniform with all his medals gleaming sharply, so too where his Lieutenants here as well as was his Centurions. They had on their finest for this gathering, and stood proudly.

Daphne also brought along her family high ranking officers and captains who stood diffidently by her side.

His vassals were able to make it; some looked proud as peacocks thanks to the victories they won, and others looked as solemn as if their parents just died.

The twin mercenary brothers also were able to make it as they concluded the assignments he sent them off to do before the siege took place. That was why they weren't present while he could have used their extra numbers to even out his own during the battle.

Still they completed his assignments wonderfully and that was what counted.

Harry was also dressed in military uniform of his family colors of gold and red. Griffins were etched into the uniform and he had on plenty of medals and decorations which he had no idea where the house-elf even got them from. But still, he needed to look his best and fit in with this formal military celebration.

Outside was a whole different batter, even through the thick walls of the inner keep Hary could still hear the boisterous sounds of the regular soldiery partying it out. Cheers were being raised, chantey were being sung, laughter echoed freely, and so much more that showed they were having a good old time outside.

Their affairs was very simple to handle; meat and mead simply did it for them, and it looked to be more than enough for them.

The only people there to keep charge were the Decanus, but at this point Harry was pretty sure they had already joined in on all the fun.

"Today we have won a great victory against your foe," Harry continued with his speech. "Their military is all but crippled now, and we have them on the run. Now all that stands between us and complete and utter victory is one more battle. Which I have no doubt we will WIN. We are the Griffins of the Skies, nothing can stand between us and our righteous justice. TO Our Family! May We Be Ever Victorious & Ever Triumphant Over Our Enemies!"

Many shouts went up in answer as everyone raised their glasses up even higher while replying back, "Hear, Hear!"

Waving his hand for them to settle down, Harry continued, "Now first and foremost, I want to thank the men and women who made this all possible. To our Griffin Legion," Harry raised his glass.

"To our Griffin Legion," everyone intoned.

"Without them, we would have never stolen victory from the clutches of our enemy. So once again I want to say thank you."

Happy nods of heads were shared between the Lieutenants and Centurions, it was a good feeling to be recognized especially for your very own master and liege lord.

"To show my thanks..." Harry said as at that moment both his maids walked in with a large chest between each other. They came to stand right beside him on the stand he stood at and laid the chest in front of him.

"There shall be monetary rewards!" Harry uttered as he kicked open the chest and the gold within it was laid to bare before everyone. "Commander, I will be counting on you to hand out each man's share, but for now each Legionnaire gets 100 Galleons, each Decanus gets 500 Galleons, each Centurion gets 1,000 Galleons, each Lieutenant gets 5,000 Galleons, and the leader of your Griffin Legion, the Commander gets 10,000 Galleons!"

Basically, that translated in British pounds to mean he was paying each Legionnaire 2,500 pounds, each Decanus 12,500 pounds, each Centurion 25,000 pounds, each Lieutenant 125,000 pounds, and the Commander 250,000 pounds!"

So all in all after all the recompense for injuries suffered in the line of duty, and compensation for those families that lost loved ones. He had to pay over a whopping Million Galleons, or in British pounds, 25 Million.

War was indeed a very costly affair, even for him that was a costly chuck. But it was well worth it, these men and women bleed and fought for him, so this was just his way of showing his appreciation.

Nevertheless, he would soon be making this amount many times over after he dealt with the Nott family once and for all.

"My Lord," the Commander spoke up as the other officers were shell shocked into silence by his announcement. Still, even he was surprised as his gruff demeanor was no were to be seen at that very moment. "This is too much, my lord. I can understand wanting to reward the men, but you will be emptying your coffers if you do this. Please, I beg of you to reconsider."

"Are you seriously giving some soldiers all that money?" Ser Watts spoke up with his eyebrows furrowed. "It is their duty to shed their blood for their masters. They have no need for some monetary rewards..."

"Ser Watts," Harry looked down at the fanatic Light follower. Of course, he would think that, any sacrifice is worth it in the pursuit of the light. However, he was just a hypocrite just like all those you preach being Light wizards. Harry knew he wanted to say that money would have been better spent in recovering his and the other vassals that suffered during the way.

"Don't concern yourself with matters that aren't yours. I don't tell you how to handle your own personal business and I expect the same courtesy as well."

"All he means to say is..." Baron Kerry tried to explain, but Harry cut him off before he could get another word out.

Holding his hand out for him to stop, Harry sneered down at them, "I know what he is trying to get at. And I believe my money is better spent on more loyal and useful men than others."

Harry watched them go fluster as he piqued their anger, but they weren't really worth his time or enemy. He turned back to the Commander and spoke up, "Commander, I am set on my mind. This is well deserved rewards, and if you make me I will force it down your gullets," he smiled wickedly.

"Then it is as you command, my lord," the man bowed his head.

"Thank you," Harry nodded his head appreciatively. Then turning to the two mercenary captain brothers, Harry raised a glass in their direction. "I also want to thank the Crimson and Death companies. Captian Albert and Gilbert, you and your men have done a spectacular job! Not only did you manage to conquer the Nott family Villa and Mansion for me, but you also managed to mop up nearly all of the Nott family vassals one by one and even those that slipped through my vassals' fingers."

That final comment stirred some folks up, Harry could see how indignant he made his disloyal vassals who incurred some innumerable losses thanks to their risky venture. But he didn't really care one wit, they only had themselves to blame, if they had reminded loyal through his family though times then he would have returned the kindness, but then they choose the other option. And that only had one outcome, and one outcome alone!

"Captian Albert and Gilbert, kneel," Harry commanded as he brought out his sword, the sword of Gryffindor, with one flick and held it out before him pointed down. The two men turned from looking proud of themselves to confused, but they nevertheless followed through on his commands.

Coming to kneel before him, "Repeat after me," Harry said, "I promise on my magic..."

"We promise on our magic," the two men said after him, everyone in the hall looked to be confused except for Daphne who face was slowly being filled with realization.

"That I will in the future be faithful to my lord, never cause him harm-..." Harry continued and this time more people started to realize what he was up to. He was creating on the spot two new wizarding knights!

"and I will observe my homage to him completely against all persons in good faith and without deceit." Harry finished as the two man intoned after him.

"Now then rise, Ser Albert and Ser Gilbert as vassals of House Potter!" Harry commanded as he finished pressing his sword onto each of their shoulders, completing the ceremony. "You are now wizarding knights of this great realm, and you may now enjoy the benefits that come with being a wizarding noble."

Families like his that were so far up the power pole had the power to raise new knights. This used to be something that needed the approval of the Wizard King, but since there hadn't been one for thousands of years since the Dark wizard Mordred killed the last King of Great Britain.

Now families like his could get away with this whenever they wanted to, with no supervision at all, and Harry was making good use of it. The only thing that limited powerful families like his from creating new nobles indefinitely was having a place of power to call home. And it isn't like you can find a place that sits on a leyline wishy-washy.

The two brothers looked wordless, their mouths were gaping open as they couldn't believe what their ears were hearing. All they could do was mechanically get up and stand to attention.

"Ser Albert, I give you the lands that used to be that of the Knight House of Allen. The keep and its surrounding land is to do with as you wish. You may pick your House's new name and its banner at your own convenience."

Finally the man was able to speak up, "I ...t-thank you, my lord. And me and my brother shall be your most loyal vassals."

Nodding his head, Harry turned to the other mercenary captain, "Ser Gilbert, I give you the lands that used to be that of the Knight House of Finn. The keep and its surrounding land is yours to do with as you wish. You may pick your House's new name and its banner at your own convenience."

"Thank you, my lord," the man pounded his chest against his chest in appreciation.

"You both have earned this," Harry said as he held out the two Keep wardstones to them. They were nothing like the stuff the powered his family home or even the fortress, they were two small gems the size of an ostrich egg of different colors. But they were the keys to the two estates.

"Heir Greengrass," Harry then addressed Daphne, "I want to thank you and your family for coming to our aid in our times of need," he bowed his head. "To show our appreciation, I would like to give you the Nott family Villa and Mansion to you," he said as he took out from his lordship ring two small wardstone the size of pebbles.

"This is indeed a fine gift," Daphne intoned ceremonially as there was none of that flirting in her attitude as she was composed regally while accepting the gifts. "I shall make some very fine us of it, and you have no idea how much joy it brings me rightfully taking my enemy's estates!"

"I am glad," Harry smiled, "and I would love to come visit them once you finish redecorating them to your taste!"

"It would be my pleasure to host you first among all before I show it off to society."

Nodding his head, Harry turned to his vassals, "Finally my liegeman! I wish to congratulate you Lord Bott, Ser Ryan, and Ser Eddie on a job well done. You have managed to secure for our family new keeps!"

"It was only thanks to your blessing, my lord," Lord Bott bowed his head.

"Yes," Ser Ryan nodded his head, "it is you we have to thank for this great windfall."

"Mmm," Ser Eddie nodded his head, "and we will all like your approval in the founding of these new houses."

"You have," Harry nodded his head. "I would gladly welcome to the fold these two knightly houses you have made. Simple oaths would do and the observance of your responsibilities."

Kneeling before him and making their vows, Harry welcomed two more Knighly houses into his vassalage, House Moss and House Hart.

Trying to wrap up everything as Harry was done with giving out rewards and congratulations, he was stopped as one fool decided to stand up.

"You did this on purpose didn't you," Baron Kerry shouted out loud. Everyone paused what they were doing and turned to look at the man. Standing besides him were both Ser Watts and Ser Gray who seemed to agree with him. "You set us up from the very start, and knew what would be coming our way. Didn't you?" he begin to get confrontational.

"I would watch how you address your liege lord," Daphne cut in with a shake of her head, "those are some heavy accusations to make. And do you even have proof about them before you go running your mouth?"

"Shut up whore," the man barked out. Then he looked back at Harry whose face begin to darken, "I knew from the start that you were fit to lead anything, brat. All you can do is scheme and plot like a dark wizard, and betray your own vassals! But no longer will we stand for this, we demand justice," the man screamed at the top of his lungs.

Harry was astonished at the man's hypocrisy, but more than anything all he saw was red. Not only did scheme for all he was worth for years to overthrow his family, but now he dared to confront him in his own fortress and dare to insult his intended.

"I... ahfah," before he could get another word in he begin to choke on his own blood as a sword, and not any sword at that, but the Sword of Gryffindor stuck out of his throat. He tried to paw at it helplessly, but it was stuck several inches inside.

Everyone watched shell shocked as the fool choked on his own blood before them all and then slump to the ground. Harry walked up the now cooling corpse and pulled out his sword he tossed with a bit of physical augment magic from the man's throat with a wet slunk.

His eyes were singularly focused on the two disloyal vassals who looked very much spooked out of their wits. "I see that the two of you are such adamant supporters of his, huh?!" he said which caused them to both starts sweating bullets.

"That is not true, my lord," Ser Watts tried to say, for the first time showing him the respect due his position.

Harry held out his hand to stop him, "I don't care what excuses you have to make, the two of you can simply leave," Harry waved them off. "No longer will you be vassals of mine, you can make your way in the world on your own, but from here on out you have nothing to do with me or my family!"

"You can't mean..." Ser Gray said hesitantly.

"Yes, from here on out you are excommunicated!" Harry said with great finality. There were many gasps through the hall, this was indeed a very big announcement. There is a reason why smaller houses put up with being vassals of bigger houses, this is a very bloody and grim world and greater power could pick a fight with you for no reason at all if you have no powerful backing, you would be sooner or later be ground into dust.

To make matters worse since they were already excommunicated by one great power, no one would dare accept them into their fold.

Harry could have easily finished off their families and taken back their land, but he wanted to send a message. Death is just too simple!

"My Lord, you can't," Ser Watts finally broke down.

"I can and I have," Harry said. "Now be gone," his voice echoed as he banished them from his fortress with a wave. Silence greeted his deed after the two men were all but gone before him. No one dared to say a word at all.

However that was when a messenger came running inside. "My lord," he shouted, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but someone was trying to make their way into fortress."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "is there a force outside, " before his question could be answered the fortress itself shook.

Dust fell down from the ceiling as everyone tried to steady themselves in place, and that was when Harry heard the voice. It seemed to be coming from far away like someone was speaking through a tunnel.

Harry craned his neck until he saw a portal of some sort forming in the air before him.

"Lord Potter," Lord Yaxley greeted him with a curt nod.

Before him was the gathered leaders of the Dark faction. Each and ever single one of them was present and they all looked like they came with single minded goals in mind.

Important Info!

Military structure!

5 soldiers make a Contubernium lead by a Decanus, 10 Contubernium make a Century lead by a Centurion, 10 Centuries make a Cohort lead by a Lieutenant, 10 Cohorts make a Legion leader by a Commander.

Vassals of House Potter:

Baron Terrant of House Bott, Ser Ryan of House Cole, Ser Eddie of House Dehoff, Ser Myles of House Rogers (Loyal) 4

Knightly House Moss, House Hart, Ser Albert and Ser Gilbert two new houses (new) 4

Baron Kerry of House Fraser, Ser Watts of House Spencer, Ser Gray of House Pearce(kicked out) 3

Ser Gimbal of House Chalet, Ser Bret of House Porter(Extinct) 2

Sacred Twenty-Eight:

Dark: Carrow, Yaxley, Rosier, Parkinson, Flint, Bulstrode, Mort, Lestrange(Extinct), Nott(Soon to be Extinct), Black(Left faction, will join Grey)!

Grey: Greengrass, Slughorn, Avery, Selwyn, Burke, Maestro, Rabnott, Rowle, Crouch(Looking for a new heir)

Light: Diggory, Longbottom, Fawley, Shafiq, Shacklebolt, Macmillan, Bones, Potter, Prewett(Extinct)!

Chapter 160: Dark Gathering

A Couple of Days Ago!

"Why have you called us here, Corban," a feminine man asked. It was Lord Rory Rosier head of the dark House of Rosier who took a seat along side the other gathered members of the Dark at the table.

There were no more than 9 people seated at the table each enveloped in shadows as they sat around a table. They were the individuals that ran the Dark factions each great and powerful Earls that made up the Sacred Twenty-Eight families, except for one but that was a whole other matter.

The Rosier family where an old family that had roots dating back to the rise and fall of the Frankish Empire before they found their way to Great Britain. They were well known for the flesh magic they practiced as they could change into any sort of shape or form and with many of Metamorphmagus being born in the family. They were well known for the Doppelgängers they held command over and their spying and infiltration skills.

"Yes, I would like to know that as well, Lord Yaxley," a very grimdark man asked who barely showed any expression on his face. It was Lord Perseus Parkinson head of the dark House of Parkinson and the father of Pansy Parkinson. Their family was from Lithuania, the land of the great vampire courts in the olden days before they came here to Great Britain. They are known for many things but most of all their destructive magic as they could cause a whole lot of damage and utterly destroy things. But most of all their family is known for the Tarrasque that they rear, terrifying beasts of great calamity.

"Come now, Perseus, we know each other more than that to be that formal," Corban Yaxley, Lord of the dark House of Yaxley uttered. He looked to be a friendly enough man, but deep down underneath that friendly and kind demeanor was a very dark and scheming heart. His family was from old colonial Spain; after the Spanish Inquisition ended which they of course gleefully took part in at the behest of the King & Queen rooting out muggle-born wizards and witches. They jumped wagons as Spain saw its slow decline on the world stage and saw their new fortunes in the new rising star, Great Britain.

Their family was well known for their Wrath magic and those frenzy beasts they reared.

"Stop wasting our time, Corban, and get to your point," a man spoke up.

"We aren't here for your games," a woman intoned after him. The two people that spoke up were very familiar to each other because they were indeed twins or better known as the Carrow. The Carrow family had a very strange way of ruling as it is two who take up lordship instead of one.

The current lord and lady of the house were Alecto Carrow and Amycus Carrow. Their family was known for its Dream magic and those Dream Eater they command. Their history goes all the way back to Hong Kong when Britain made landfall.

"Fine," the man said with a sigh, "I believe you heard that the Potter and Nott family have gone to war!"

"I am at war as well," Lucias Malfoy shouted. The Malfoy family here in Great Britain was only a branch family, the main family was back in France as Marquis, that was the only reason why this side branch earned a bit of respect when they were just a lowly Viscount family!

"Mhm," Lord Parkinson snorted out loud, "You only have your greed to blame, Lucias. And to make matters worse, you have alienated a House that has been part of your faction for centries and for what, some minor estates! Now we might lose them for good to the Grey faction or gods forbid the Light!"

"What does that have to do with us," Hunter Flint, the Lord of House Flint asked, getting back to the topic on hand. His house was a old house from Hungary before the Turks came knocking. They were well known for the chaos magic they practiced as they could seed great mayhem into any populace and that is exactly what they did during the last war.

"Well they are having their asses handed to them, that is for one," Amaryllis Mort answered. She was the de facto leader of House Mort, a house that could trace itself back to Prussia. Their family was known for the Lunar magic they practiced, and the beautiful but deadly Blue Phoniexs they rear.

"Yes, and very badly so," Corban Yaxley nodded his head, he turned everyone's attention to the massive Mirror Tv up above as he turned it on with a flick of his wand. There were some looks from some of the Lord, but the man just shrugged his shoulder, "What can I say, these Mirror products are quite ingenious and useful!"

No one said anything since they all already had dozens of Mirror products at home and carried with them Mirror phones on their personage.

The images that came up on the screen was both Nott and Potter vassals fighting it out. Somethings was clearly flying high over head, sending back these live feeds, most likely the Yaxley family beasts.

The Potter vassals clearly had the upper hands as they had much stronger and more numerous forces on hand. And it wasn't long before the Potter vassals managed to over power their enemies and take control of the estates they invaded. And then suddenly the images came to an end as the Potter vassals must have started warding off the estates from prying eyes and taking it off the grid.

Silence greeted the chamber where the Great Lords of the dark faction were all seated in. It was finally broken when a very heavy set man spoke up, he was built like a sumo wrestler more than anything. "Well they have only themselves to blame for this, there is a reason why there the saying; Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon! That young new Lord of House Nott only has himself to blame for what he did," the big man laughed out loud.

He was the one and only Lord of House Bulstrode, Kaiden Bulstrode! His daughter Millicent Bulstrode was in her fourth year as a Slytherin student. Their family came from Rus' before the Mongolian horde made short work of that old civilization. They were well known for the gravity magic they were proficient in and the metallic bulls called the Gorgon that they reared.

There were many nods of heads that were shared around the table as they were all in agreement. This was the way that the Dark faction operated utterly heartless and cruel to both enemies and foes, they would rather see each other fall than left a hand.

"Well if this was all, some Nott family vassals lands and estates being lost to the enemy, then I wouldn't have called you here, my lords and ladies," the Lord Yaxley.

"So are you telling us there is more?" Lord Flint asked.

"Yes," the man answered as this time a view of the Nott family's tower came up on the screen. The place was being over run by legionaries and mercenaries and then as quickly as they conquered it they were out.

Everyone shared confused looks with each other, why would you leave a conquered prize just like that especially one as grand as another family's wizarding tower. That was until the tower exploded sky high, some folks in the chamber flinched back while others had their mouths hanging open.

"When was this?" Lord Parkinson was the first to speak up.

"And what did the Nott family do in relation because I know I wouldn't be taking it down lying as my family shining achievement is destroyed?" Lady Mort asked.

"They have decided to attack the Griffin Fort," the man answered.

"Now that is just idiotic," Lord Bulstrode shook his head as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Yes, the first round as been waged and they came out more bloodier than the Potters, the second round is being waged as we speak and things aren't looking good!"

"How so?" Lord Rosier inquired.

"The Greengrass decided to interfere!"

"You got to be kidding me, did he offend them too?" Lord Mort asked rhetorically, expecting no answer, but instead getting one.

"Yes," Lord Yaxley simply answered. "And it seems like they have formed an alliance of sorts while we weren't looking!"

"Well, he really dug his own grave now," Lord Flint shook his head, "two Earl houses are seeking his blood?!"

"Still we need to do something, before it is too late. We have already lost two families now, we can not lose a third in a row!"

"What about me?" Lucius asked shrilly. "The Blacks are at our door right now!"

"So," Lord Yaxley as his eyes were empty. "You are just a Viscount, you are of no importance. For too long we have put up with you, but I believe I speak for everyone when I say, no more! You cost us a firm backer of the Dark, one of the Sacred twenty-eight! You a viscount are no satisfactory exchange for such a stemmed and ancient house!"

"Do you know who my family's ma..." the pompous ass tried to begin.

"We know who our main backers are, Lord Malfoy!" Lord Bulstrode said in an exasperated tone. "Everyone does, uttering their name will do you no good!"

"Then know they will crush you pretty Earls houses underfoot with no difficulty at all!" the man sneered.

"I am sure our lands great and powerful Marquis families would love to accommodate them!" Lord Yaxley spoke up. "Now I believe you know the door," he said as he pointed to the exit.

Looking at each person in the room, and seeing that none were coming to his assistance, the man simply got up while staring dagger and left.

"By Merlin's beard, what an ass," Lady Carrow shook her head.

"I know sister," Lord Carrow agreed.

"Do you think it is wise, Yaxley, riling him up like that?" Lord Rosier asked with a shred look.

"Don't worry, let him try to get his main family involved, the Marquises of our country are sick and tired of the Malfoy interfering."

"Back to the topic at hand then," Lady Mort said, "must we really interfere! The Nott family has brought this upon themselves, and now they can reap the benefits they have sowed."

"If you are fine with losing another family then so be it," Lord Yaxley said. "But we need to be single-minded if we do this, so I call a vote on this matter! All those in favor," he said as he raised his hand.

Slowly others joined him one by one; Lord Rosier who was very much in agreement, Lord Flint who just smiled, Lord Bulstrode with a shrug, Lady & Lord Carrow in unison, Lord Parkinson with a blank look, and with a loud sigh Lady Mort.

"Then we are all in agreement," Lord Yaxley smiled. "Now moving on to the second agenda I brought you all here for..."

"There is more?" Lord Rosier asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry this is some very good news," I would like to welcome another Great House to our faction and a seat at this High Table!" As those words left his mouth, the great doors that sealed this chamber shut from prying ears and divination spell sung open.

In walked a young man who looked to be nothing more than a recent Hogwarts graduate.

"I would like to welcome Lord Joel Crouch, the newly minted lord of the most noble and ancient House of Crouch. We have the Grey faction to thank for him assuming lordship."

"What is this?" Lord Parkinson narrowed his eyes.

"I am here to change factions," the young man tried his best to hold himself as tall and proud as possible, but it was clear he was very nervous around these men and women seeped in dark magic.

"What game are you playing, Yaxley," Lady Mort asked.

"None," the man simply answered, "young Joel truly would like to join us."

"Yes," the young man nodded his head, "the G-grey faction has shown to be... n-nothing more than cowards and sycophant. They not only let the Light put my cousin in Azkaban, but they also let my uncle who was an innocent man be also put away. T-this... isn't a f-faction I would be proud to call my own when they can't even defend their own members."

"Well said, Lord Crouch, well said," Lord Yaxley started clapping out loud. That seemed to put the kid in a good mood as he stood even more prouder.

"Well I see nothing wrong with this, the Crouch family would be a great addition indeed," Lord Rosier smiled towards the young lord taking him all in with a lascivious look that seemed to very much creep out the young lord.

"I love stealing a member from the Grey, don't you brother?" Lady Carrow giggled softly.

"Indeed, sister!"

"Then a vote it is," Lord Yaxley announced, "All those in favor," he said as he raised his hand.

This time there was no reluctance from the other members as any Earl house would be a great addition to a faction.

"Lord Crouch, your seat at the high table," the man uttered as he waved his hand in the direction that Lucius was just seated in.

The young man took his seat looking around at the place showing his inexperience to all which wasn't a very smart thing to do with these sharks and wolves.

"Now let's have a word with Lord Potter," the man uttered.

Dark: Carrow, Yaxley, Rosier, Parkinson, Flint, Bulstrode, Mort, Lestrange(Extinct), Nott(Soon to be Extinct), Black(Left faction, will join Grey)! Crouch(New member)

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