Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The Greengrass manor in Wales was just the coutry house, so to say, and had nothing to be amazed about.
The house elf led me to the Tea Room, where Christel Greengrass was expecting me, seated on a chair next to a low table.
"Is it done?" Were the first words I heard as soon as I entered.
"Yes, of course, I woudn't be here otherwise" Was the curt reply.
I quickly took the pensieve out of my enlarged pocket, as I sat down on a chair, and put it on the table.
"Are you familiar with the procedure?"I asked taking out a pergamen.
"The procedure? With murder? No, not particulary" She responded drily
"It's simple, you sign this non-disclosure agreement, then we watch the memory of the job, and finally destroy all the evidence and you may pay me the other half of my reward".
She grimaces "I hated my husband, Mr Potter, but I don't need to see him tortured, and I am sure that I will get to read about it on the newspaper tommorow morning" After a slight pause she continues "Was he with someone when..." She trailed off
There isn't a tactful answer to that.
"Yes"
One hour and twenty thounsand Galleons later I walked briskly out of the door, and, once out of the wards, appareted to Diagon Alley, straight to Gringotts.
As the nephew of the Lord Potter, a small part of every Galleon I made had to be given to him, as a sort of tax. So while I deposited my money in to my account, twohundred Galleons went to the head of the family. I think that Lily tried to a few times to persuade James to change the rule, at least for the Potters, but nothing came of it, and the lord still gets his tithes.
I exited the bank late in the evening, quite tired, and once possible appareted straight to my living room.
"Welcome home, Master Harry."
Apparently when a vampire writes on the contract 'reward for the value of forty thousand Galleons', it does not mean that it has to be cash. So I got myself a young and beautiful vampire trained servant(altought the proper title is slave) that I couldn't sell and the vampire got a nice stake in his chest(sometimes I really can't appreciate a joke).
"I am taking a shower, Seven"
"Would you like any help with your back, Master?"
"No, but I would like dinner when I am finished"
I heard her 'yes Master' just as I stepped in to my bathroom, ready to wash away a day of blood and grime.
Vampires train their servants very troughtly, and for Fourty Thousand Galleons you get the top of the line. Seven's cooking is excellent, she is also one of the most intellinget persons I had ever met. She understands politics better than me, beats me eight of of ten times in a spar, and has a body that could make the cover withes of Playwizard run away in shame.
And she was utterly submissive to me. If that does not give a guy a big infalted ego, then I wouldn't know what could. Sometimes at night, when I lay in bed with her warm body next to mine, I even slightly regret killing the poor vampire.