In Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon you will find a lovely cottage nestled in the woods, surrounded by beautiful flowers, a garden filled with any kinds of plant and a small pond nearby, the cottage was made from stone and wood, the windows had hanging flower pots near and the balcony was beautiful with flowers and fairies here and there fluttering and flying around the cottage.
Inside, it was rustic but homey, the feel of home makes you want to settle down and relax in this house, there was the living room and across it was the kitchen, inside a young man with messy black hair, pale skin and vivid green eyes was currently humming softly, his hands held onto the other end of a rolling pin, the dough being flattened and spread across the flour-covered counter top. He stopped and placed the rolling pin away, carefully lifting the dough and setting it over a blue-berry filed pie container, he placed it above the filling and removed the excess pie crust, pinching the crust to conceal the filling inside perfectly and brushed it with a small bowl of egg yolk, the young man continued to hum as he placed the finished pie inside the oven and closed the hatch, setting a timer with a muggle device. He wiped his flour covered hands against the apron he had around his waist and above his dark blue dress.
Before he would settle down in the living room, there was sudden frantic knocking from outside and a voice.
"Help! Please! I need help!" The young man approached the door and removed the lock keeping the door from opening and pulled back to see a man dressed in all black, he was messy and covered a bit with specks of blood, gasping the green-eyed male pulled the man in and asked, "What happened to you?" The stranger looked at him with fearful eyes and stuttered out the words.
"V-v-v-Voldemort..." And passed out.
After making sure the man's injuries were covered and wrapped it, he handed a few clean clothes in which the man took and changed into, the two were inside the kitchen, the young male watched as the stranger consumed another slice of pie. "So who are you and what made you catch the attention of the Dark Lord?" He asked as he felt uncomfortable with the injured mans poor manners, "Ah." The man swallowed the pie he had in his mouth and continued, "I'm sorry for my manners earlier, my name is Ivan Rosier and for your second question; I stole something from him." Ivan said and took out a locket that the young male noted was one his lord's Horcruxes.
"The Slytherin Locket? Why would you steal such a thing?!"
Ivan smirked and said, "I cannot tell you much but this locket holds something that the Dark Lord considers as important, I was tasked to steal it and destroy it." The young male before him made a worried look and asked, "What will you do now that you have it?" Ivan smirked once more and said, "I need to rest for awhile until I get to where I should be going, I was able to loose the Death Eaters off my back, if you don't mind-" "If you want to spend the night? Not at all! It gets lonely here as my husband and son aren't here anymore." The young man said with a hopeful look, Ivan noted when he finally looked at the other male closely, he was beautiful and extremely alluring with his vivid green eyes and soft black locks.
"You were married?" He asked with a tone filled with interest, the green eyed beauty smiled sadly, "My husband died during the war and my son moved out a long time ago so it's only me here." Ivan felt a sudden interest bloom inside his heart as he continued to listen, the young widow had no one to be with, maybe if he could convince the widow, he could get him to join the Order and maybe be his husband.
"I see, I am sorry for you loss..." "Harry, please call me Harry." Harry, what a normal name but it suited the beautiful and alluring man. "Of course, Harry."
As night fell, Ivan was asked from Harry to accompany him down to the basement, he asked why and Harry said, "There are few things down there that I want to bring up, I'm not very strong and you seem to be quite big." Along with Harry running his hand over Ivan's muscled arm, Ivan felt his masculine pride enlarge and agreed to help. The basement was dimly lit but Harry instructed him to head over to the corner where the things were in, Ivan found it which was a sewing machine and was about to call out when an unexpected spell hit at the back, he felt his body go rigid and blacked out.
Harry stood behind him with a smile, his holly wand in hand, he hummed as he used his magic to lift the unconscious form of the traitor up and grabbed the locket from Ivan's pockets and stuffed it inside his own pocket, he lifted the man and attacked him to the ceiling by the chains attached, Ivan dangled up in the air and Harry set to work.
When Ivan awoke, he felt pain and screamed, struggling before he realized that he was held up by his arms by chains and the pain he was feeling was small cuts on his body that dripped down to what seems to be a large barrel. "You're awake!" Ivan snapped his head over and widened at the sight of Harry smiling happily and holding a knife, "You! You tricked me!"
Harry giggled and walked around Ivan over to a table that had a mini potions lab on top of it. "Not my fault you stole from the Dark Lord, what were you thinking stealing a Horcrux?" Harry asked with a laugh as he walked over to the barrel of blood and used a small container to scoop the blood, Harry licked his lips and took a small sip, the taste was delicious but a bit sour, he'll fixed that up once he starts making his husbands wine out of the blood.
"Y-you are a Death Eater?"
"Oh Merlin no! My husband would never let me fight and I don't like fighting in general, I'm just the Dark Lord's many friends." Harry spoke with a laugh as he brought the blood over to his potions lab and began to work.
"H-husband? B-but I thought-" "You thought I was a widow? Oh Ivan, I'm not, I just use the widow excuse a lot to lure people like you into my home and use you as a blood bag for my husband and my lovely sons. You smell heavy with arousal earlier, I bet you wanted to fuck me." Harry said with a laugh and grabbed the knife, he stepped closer to Ivan, the man had a fearful look.
"You and your precious Order of Fools with learn that you should never mess with the Dark Lord." Harry spoke and used his magic to plunge the knife into the man's chest, before he was succumbed to darkness, Ivan saw the familiar lightning scar that was shown from under the young man's bangs.
Harry giggled cheerfully watching the knife rip the man's chest oven and more blood came out, and so were his guts.
Cedric Diggory sighed in relief when he saw the lovely cottage he and his husband Harry lived in, with great speed he ran to the door and opened it with ease, the first thing his nose caught was the blood of someone in his home, he growled low in his throat and called, "Harry!?" He heard running footsteps from upstairs and looked up to see his small husband only in a towel, Harry cheered and ran down the stairs, not bothering to cover himself as he flung himself at his husband who caught him and brought him up to his lips for a hungry kiss.
His precious mate smelled lovely with strawberry and vanilla, he moaned as he ran his hands over Harry's small and lithe frame, caressing the sensitive spots and groping the soft yet firm globes of flesh, "Cedric...I miss you." Harry said softly when he pulled back from the kiss, he licked his lips at the night of his husband all messy and hot, he reached up and took off his husbands robes off and gasped at the sharp thrust of Cedric's hips against his now hard cocklet, Harry moaned and whimpered.
Cedric growled and carried his husband up the stairs and into their bedroom for rounds of love making.
Harry gave out a loud moan, filling his heavily abused ass get filled with warm semen, his rode his husbands cock to draw out the remaining cum and slumped over his Cedric's bigger frame, he giggled when he felt his husband run his fingers through his hair.
"Were you able to catch Rosier?" Cedric asked, admiring at his work of lovebites and bruises over Harry's body, the smaller male hummed and spoke, " I did, I sent our Lord's Horcux back with Dobby's help and used Rosier efficiently. I made you another batch of blood wine, darling."
Cedric chuckled and peppered kisses over his husbands neck and shoulders.
Life was good, it was a good decision to join the Dark Lord during the Tir-Wizard Tournament all those years ago.