To The Victor Go The Spoils - Chapter 14

Summary: An ancient law founded long before the time of Merlin awakens after Harry strikes down Voldemort. Now the oaths of all the Death Eaters transfer to him. Bound to his service, the war criminals must now hand over their fealty, wealth, and even their wives and daughters to satisfy the ancient rite.

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A Show Of Strength

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The interior of the Wizengamot chamber was abuzz with excitable chatter as reporters, secretaries, and even Wizengamot members themselves, theorized about what today’s proceedings would hold. Minister Shacklebolt surveyed the crowd from the central dais with a keen eye. Potential exits were noted in his mind as well as any individuals in the crowd who could be a potential threat. Was it necessary? Probably not. But it was a habit that he picked up back in his auror days that he found oddly soothing now.

With a sigh, Kingsley glanced down at his watch and noted the time. Ten minutes until the meeting was supposed to start and yet Harry was nowhere to be seen. The newly minted lord had made it well known to practically all of Britain that he’d be at this month's meeting. Practically all week the entire ministry had been a gossiping mess about what the, as the tabloids called him, ‘Wizard King’ had up his sleeve for all the stuffy bureaucrats.

As much as Kingsley wanted to laugh off many of their hair-brained theories (the one claiming Harry would announce himself as Merlin reborn was quite humorous), he still could not fault them for their curiosity.

Not even he knew what Harry was planning, nor why he made his attendance to this meeting so public. For Merlin's sake, they weren’t even discussing any important laws today! The most daring proposed piece of legislation was about licenses for emotional support kneazles of all damn things!

This of course made the war-time hero’s tardiness even more confusing. Why go through all the trouble of driving up the public's interest for such a, relatively, unimportant meeting? And to not even bother showing up at all!

Kingsley couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of dread. Harry Potter and secretive plots never went well together. He trusted the boy of course, you don’t go to war with someone without forging a few bonds of course. Still, Harry’s silence terrified him. A courtesy owl wouldn’t have bloody killed him!

The Minister could only hope his friend would show up soon to clear the air. Wherever the hell he was…

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“Hng! Y-you need to g-get going my love- Oh fuck yes!- Th-the Wizengamot meeting s-starts in a few m-min-MERLIN RIGHT THERE!”
Narcissa squealed as her lover’s cock slammed into her depths over and over again with unrelenting force. She knew better than to tease him when he was feeling particularly stressed, at least she usually did. 

The impending meeting had been causing more stress for her lover than normal as of late. Harry barely slept nor ate the last few days and so the blonde took it upon herself to soothe some of his worries.

Of course the best way to do that was with her cunt, at least in Narcissa’s opinion, one that Harry wholeheartedly agreed with.

All it took was a single offer of a shoulder massage as he reviewed his documents before the Wizengamot met. That shoulder massage soon turned to her mischievously running her hands down his chest and stomach, coming teasing to his cock before she’d return back up towards his shoulders.

Two passes and a teasing nip to his neck broke Harry’s resolve. She only had enough time to hear him growl in annoyance before she was practically slammed stomach-first into his desk while her lover tore at her knickers from behind.

His cock all but split her apart moments later, piercing her cunt with a single wild thrust and sending a shock of delight up her spine. It only took a handful of thrusts to turn her into her regular screaming mess. The first of her orgasms hit while she writhed pitifully against the desk. Her second only a few minutes later as Harry pounded her relentlessly from behind. Each thrust was accentuated by a hard slap to her fat ass by her lover’s hand, triggering her second orgasm soon enough.

Now, still bent over his desk like a common slut, Narcissa was fighting against the toe-curling pleasure of her third climax. Harry was like a savage beast above her. She could feel his hot breath cascade down her neck. Each of his moans and growls were drowned out by the sheer volume of her wails as her pussy gushed with her juices. He held a painfully pleasurable grasp on her hair, each thrust earning another harsh tug of her blonde locks and forcing a hiss of pleasure from her lips.

”She’s right my lord. We need to leave now if we hope to make the meeting on time.” Daphne hummed from the corner.

Narcissa had honestly forgotten the other blonde was in the room as well. Through her cock drunk haze, she dimly remembered the younger witch following her into Harry’s study as she intended to attend the Wizengamot proceeding as well.

Harry merely grunted in response to the blonde’s advice and hammered into Narcissa’s tight quim even harder. The older milf couldn’t help but mewl pitifully as her poor pussy was assaulted with another wave of shocking ecstasy. Her lord’s cock was slamming into her depths, going so far as to brush against her cervix with every thrust in an animalistic pursuit of his own pleasure.

Merlin did she fucking love it.

Daphne sighed at the blatant dismissal and continued to thumb through the speech she prepared for Harry. Every now and then she’d stop and make a minor correction with her quill before reading on. Below her, Pansy worked diligently to bring her pleasure as the brunette lapped at her folds. Even the normally impassive Daphne Greengrass was no match for the girl’s skills. Already the blonde’s face was flushed red with arousal and a faint pant echoed out from her lips as she read.

Thankfully, the group was saved from further tardiness as Harry suddenly grunted loudly and hilted himself one final time inside Narcissa’s cunt. He groaned as he released his pent-up load deep into the buxom witch’s womb. With a shuddering breath, he pulled his spent cock free from her quim. White cum almost instantly began to ooze from her used hole yet Narcissa cared not. She was far too busy trying to gather her thoughts through her post-orgasm haze.

”Well-“ Daphne said as she gently pushed Pansy away. “-Now that you two are quite finished, may we please go now?”

Harry breathed out a laugh as he adjusted his robes. “Such a spoilsport.” He said, giving the younger blonde a quick kiss as he passed.

Daphne hummed in response but said nothing. She made her way towards the door as well, though not before casting a quick glance back at the youngest Black sister.

”Coming Narcissa?”

Narcissa groaned back pitifully. “I s-suppose.” She stood slowly, almost losing her balance on her shaky legs. “P-Pansy be a dear and order Isabella to clean up this room. It reeks of sex.”

With that the two blondes left, with the older of the two leaning heavily on Daphne as they descended the stairs.

Pansy watched them go with a small smile before she suddenly stopped and frowned.

”Fuck me now I have to talk to that miserable Italian cunt.” She sighed. “I am so demanding another bloody raise for my shopping allowance after this.” The brunette grumbled as she stalked off to do as she was told. 

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“Nice of you to finally join us Potter.” Kingsley grumbled as Harry entered the council chambers with Narcissa and Daphne in tow, the former now looking much better for wear thanks to a few hair and clothing adjustment charms.

“Sorry Shack.” Harry replied as he shook the Minister’s hand. “Got a bit held up. Are we ready to start?”

Kingsley nodded and gestured for them to sit. Harry surveyed the room as he did so. As predicted, there was a huge smattering of reporters in the guest section of the stands. Most were already fervently whispering to their self-writing quills the second Harry entered. Elsewhere, a great majority of the Wizengamot members milled about the room, speaking in hushed tones to each other as they waited for the meeting to start. Among them were plenty of friendly faces, and plenty of unfriendly as well. 

Harry didn’t miss the many small glares and nervous glances directed his way by a choice few individuals. He responded to each of them with a small smirk as if to say ‘Try something, I dare you.’ None did, of course. Their leashes were far too tight.

*BANG BANG BANG*

“The gathering of the 908th Wizengamot Council is hereby underway!” Kingsley bellowed from his podium. “As always, we will first discuss the minutes of the previous meeting before moving on to new business. All opposed?”

No one spoke up, prompting Kingsley to nod before continuing. Harry sighed as the Minister began to discuss the boorish details of the last meeting. Shifting in his seat, he mentally prepared himself for a long day.

“...Minister I believe it impertinent that we re-review the previously discussed addendum to the Quill Length Restriction clause of Article 39A-4. Members of this esteemed…”

Harry suppressed an audible groan. Bloody hell were politics boring…

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“With that, we conclude the discussion of old business and move on to the new. Before that, I will be ceding the floor to Lord Selwyn for opening remarks.”

Kingsley stepped back from the podium and allowed a thin older man with a wispy white goatee to take his place.

“That’s Archibald Selwyn. He took the title of Lord Selwyn after his younger brother and nephew were both thrown into Azkaban for being marked Death Eaters.” Daphne whispered from his left.

Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion at the man. He remembered now. Markus Selwyn was a former Death Eater who helped attack and capture Luna during the war. There was a faint memory in his head of the current aged man swearing an oath of repentance to the Ministry after the war’s end. It was only due to his willing testimony against his family that the Selwyn family were able to keep their seat at all.

“Why wasn’t he the one we met with during the meetings then? I had assumed Markus’s mother was their head of house.” He whispered back.

Narcissa snorted from his other side. “As if, that woman can barely manage the thoughts in her own simple head, much less a noble house. No, he was part of the witness delegation sent to the ICW for the international trials of Voldemort’s followers. From what I understand, Archibald one of the key witness testimonies the ICW needed to put the worst of the worst either behind bars or executed.”
“Think he can be trusted?” Harry asked.

Narcissa shook her head and narrowed her eyes at the man. “No. If anything, he’s one of the more dangerous opponents we may face. I believe he’ll play along with our goals at present. The magic binding his family to you is far too absolute for him to do anything but. For now, we’ll play nice, but with a keen eye on him. A man like that doesn’t stay content with a leash around his neck for long.”

Any further discussion was cut off as Selwyn began to speak.

“Honored Witches and Wizards of this noble body. For the past year, we have tirelessly worked to rebuild our world in the wake of the war. Buildings were repaired, shops reopened, and new leaders were chosen, and yet the scars still remain. For we can patch as many walls as we wish, but no one, not even you or I, can unbury the dead. Which is why I come before you today. Our efforts must not halt now! To truly rebuild our society must keep driving itself forward, and it cannot do this if we ourselves falter.”

“You believe we are ineffective?!” An angry voice bellowed from the crowd.

Archibald shook his head. “Of course not Lord Merdew. I know as well as any the efforts each member of this body has undergone to help our world heal.”

Harry snorted internally at that. Yeah right, if it wasn’t for him, Kingsley, or a handful of others, the Wizengamot would still be squabbling about over the introductory paragraphs of the Rebuilding Acts passed last year alone! The Wizarding World would still be a crumbled broken mess while this lot argued over the cost of the Ministry wallpaper.

“And yet, I’m afraid it is not enough. We must stop our ceaseless quarrelling over petty subjects like Kneazle Licenses, and tackle the issues which still plaque our world.” Archibald continued.

“Kneazle License costs are an important factor to the local economy!”

“Ah shove it Darcey!” A voice shouted back. “You only think that cause you own the biggest Kneazle pet store this side of Diagon!”

Archibald chuckled. “While Lady Longbottom’s words are a bit harsh, I do think many can agree with her, Lord Darcey. There are far more important matters that we can focus our attention on first.” He finished with a genial smile.

“Yeah? And what do you suggest we start with, and with what bloody funds?!” Darcey bit back from the stands. A murmur broke out through the crowd as some agreed with the excitable kneazle breeder’s words. The Ministry treasury was in a sorry state, all coin which had been taken from the Death Eater houses had quickly been redistributed to the rebuilding efforts. While some was given out as governmental loans and grants to be paid back eventually, a vast majority was not. There was still enough for the Ministry to function seamlessly, but only if there weren’t any new monumental undertakings.

“I admit, at present, I do not know those answers, but I have faith we can find them together! As for where to begin, well, I believe that is simple enough. We start with ourselves first. For too long the Wizengamot has harried the Minister’s time with the duties of Chief Warlock. Minister Shacklebolt has done a wondrous job of course, but his time is better suited for the leading of this great nation, not breaking apart our petty squabbles.”

A smattering of chuckles broke out at the man’s joke. Kingsley had indeed been practically pulled in all manner of directions trying to both lead the country and babysit the Wizengamot at the same time. It was a wonder the man had any time to sleep or eat.

“And are you putting your name forward for the job Lord Selwyn?” Narcissa asked as she stood.

The older man seemed slightly taken aback at the blonde’s presence. Harry caught his gaze flicking almost worriedly in his direction before directing his attention back to the woman.

“Ah! Mrs. Malfoy, I did not expect to see you here, as I’m sure our fellow lords and ladies of this body are as well.... I had thought the Wizengamot ruled the Malfoy seat as forfeit upon the former-Lord Malfoy’s trial…”

“Oh, you are correct of course Lord Selwyn.“ Narcissa bit back with a menacing smile. “The Malfoy seat is no more as is Mrs. Malfoy. I am Narcissa Black once more, and as such my Head of House has declared me the holder of the Black family seat. So please, Lord Selwyn, do answer the question.”

Another round of mutterings broke out through the crowd as many reeled back at the new information. Reporters too scratched excitedly at their notepads, no doubt to use Narcissa’s announcement in their next issue. Harry ignored the way many looked at him questioningly as the current Lord Black. Let them squawk and gossip all they like, they’d soon learn Narcissa was a force to be reckoned with.

“Of course Lady Black.” Selwyn acquiesced with a bow of his head. “To answer your question- No I am not putting my name forward for consideration, simply stating the fact that a new Chief Warlock is needed. I leave it up to this honoured body to decide the candidates.”

With that, the aged man bowed and retreated back to his seat. A few individuals broke out into a smattering applause, but the vast majority of the council members turned to discuss the man's words between themselves.

Even Harry had to admit he had a point. While he’d been personally proactive in helping the wizarding world, the actual Wizengamot had stagnated as of late. In truth, he was partially to blame. For the most part he’d simply review what pieces of legislation were being discussed beforehand. If it was something of interest, he’d use his power over the Death Eater families that still had a seat to vote whichever way he wanted. If it wasn’t, well then Harry would hardly waste his time with it.

Call it manipulation or corruption, but at the end of the day it was no worse than what those very same families did before the way through bribes, blackmail, and extortion. The difference was that whatever he had them vote for was most definitely for the good of the magical world rather than their own pockets.

In truth, this worked so well for Harry that he hadn’t found the need to attend a meeting in months. Now he can see what a mistake that had been. Loathe as he might the game of politics, the current status quo proved far too inefficient for him to just leave it by the wayside.

Good thing he had a plan about that.

Harry turned and caught the eye of Kingsley just as the man stood to retake the podium. With simply a nod, he indicated his intentions to the man. Kingsley, for his part, understood and returned the nod, albeit a bit hesitantly. The Minister retook the podium only a few moments later, none of the council any the wiser to their silent exchange.

“Thank you Lord Selwyn. We will hold a vote for your proposal during next month’s meeting. Now, before we continue to the official new business, Lord Potter also has some remarks he wishes to present.”

Harry stood, paying no heed to the excited chatter that drummed up at the mention of his name. Kingsley gave him a quick pat on the shoulder as he took the podium before the man retreated back to his seat.

As soon as he reached the podium, all talks ceased as one. Everyone seemed to shift in their seats, as if to better hear what the famed Harry Potter had to say.

He surveyed the crowd, taking in the faces of each witch and wizard that peered back at him with baited breath. Well, better not disappoint.

”My fellow Wizengamot members, Lord Selwyn’s words ring true. Is it not the job of this council to ensure the prosperity of our nation’s citizens? To guarantee their best interests and uphold the foundations of government put forth to protect them? And yet what has this council ruminated on these pasts months? Kneazles and countless other bloody insignificant things.”

Harry paused, letting his questions sink in for a beat before continuing.

”I will not be as kind as Lord Selwyn or even Minister Shacklebolt. This council has failed! Each and everyone of you has failed the citizens of Magical Britain and if you continue this way then you are all but guaranteeing another war before the next century ends.”

As predicted, his words caused a stir of outrage from the assembled lords and ladies. Magical cameras flashed in his vision as the reporters fought to capture the moment that Harry Potter bad mouthed the Wizengamot.

He let the outrage boil over for a few moments before slamming his hand against the podium. A loud ‘CRACK!’ reverberated through the room causing many to recoil in fear.

”Silence!” He bellowed. “Look at you all, can’t even take a word of criticism before crying out like toddlers!”

“Yeah? And what about you?! What have you done for the people of this country Potter?!” A voice shouted from the crowd.

Harry’s gaze snapped to the audacious wizard who spoke, piercing the bumbling fool with an intense stare that had the man almost shaking within seconds.

”I believe the mark burned into your arm can answer that question for you, Lord Yaxley. You’d do well to remember who now holds lordship over that mark in the future.” He responded cooly. The man went white almost immediately, gulping audibly before looking away and clutching his wrist unconsciously. “The people of this world deserve everything we can give them to ensure their safety. They have fought and bled for that very right, and from what I’ve learned about the laws of conquest, that means by all rights we should be magically bound to give it to them, but not as we are currently.”

”Then how Lord Potter?” Another voice spoke up.

”Simple.” He replied. “We follow Lord Selwyn’s advice and hold an election, but not for just Chief Warlock, oh no. The Wizengamot, for the first time in it’s history, will hold an election for each and every seat in this house. That is my suggestion, one that I implore you to follow.” He said the last part by gazing intently at each member of the Death Eater families, as if to drive home the point that he owned them.

The room was silent as he step back from the podium. Silent still as he began making his way towards the door with Narcissa and Daphne in tow. The silence was only broken as the doors to the chambers closed softly behind him, but by then, Harry was too far away to hear their panicked shouts.

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Author’s Note

A bit of a political curve ball thrown into the mix! As cliche as it is, I feel like it’s almost a requirement for any HP fic to have a small pinch of politics thrown in at this point lol. Scenes like this aren’t my strong suit I admit, so please let me know what you all think!

Next chapter will be a bit of a break from the plot train, and more focused on some sexy hijinks with the girls.

Thanks for reading!