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  Harry pulls a bit of a prank~

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  Killing Rudolphus Lestrange would have been the easiest, simplest choice. Ripping the man’s magi his body and tearing his soul to shreds in the process, leaving behind nothing but a dried out husk… well, given he was currently in Azkaban, there would have been no doubt in anyone’s mind that his death was a result of the Dementetting a little too frisky. The perfect crime.

  Harry very nearly goes with that… but then he has a different idea. A better idea. Leaving Rudolphus alive after taking his magic COULD e back to bite him in the ass ter on, even if the man was turned into a defenseless squib a surrounded by Dementors. He might have mao warn someone before the Dementors finished him off.

  … But what if Harry could use that to his advantage? What if he could turn such a discovery from a curse into a boon?

  Fog on his e to Rudolphus Lestrange, even as he’s currently ball’s deep in the despicable wizard’s wife, Harry grins. Rudolphus already feel that something is happening. Through the e, Harry gets an impression of the man frantically writhing in his cell, h at the top of his lungs. With Beltrix and Aurora’s magic to anchor him, it’s not that hard to reach out and… project a version of himself into the cell with Rudolphus.

  Of course, it’s not really a version of HIMSELF at all. Instead it’s a shadowy preseh pierg red eyes that cause Rudolphus to go absolutely still as Harry mimiort’s sibint too the imprisoned Death Eater.

  “Rudolphus…”

  Freezing in pce, Beltrix’s husband gapes at the proje.

  “My… M-my Lord? Is that you?”

  “Mm, yes Rudolphus. It is I, Lord Voldemort.”

  An expression of pure, ho joy alights upon the Death Eater’s face at that. He looks… thrilled beyond belief. But then to be fair, he was always one of the true believers, just like Beltrix had been. He’d gotten locked up in Azkaban all these years based off his zealous faith in the Dark Lord.

  “I k… I knew you would e for me one day, my Lord. For us! Your Faithful are all here, in this prison! We’ve waited for you! The others… the others foreswore you! They lied and hid their loyalties! But not us!”

  “Very good, Rudolphus. Very good. I knew you would stay true. I knew I could t on you. Just as I know I t on you now.”

  Eyes still wide and wild, the vile wizard nods his head rapidly.

  “Y-Yes! Anything, my Lord! Whatever you need!”

  Harry smiles. This eime they’ve been ‘talking’, he’s been w. Still fug a squealing, screamirix in the Room of Requirement, he’s been slowly but steadily w his way through what binds Rudolphus’s magic to his soul. Untangling it carefully without just ht shredding the Death Eater isn’t easy… but if this works as he intends, it will be oh so rewarding.

  “Very good, Rudolphus. Know that your sacrifice will not be in vain. Yic… will be put to good use.”

  Rudolphus Lestrange freezes at that, blinking rapidly as he parses the words of ‘Lord Voldemort’. Then, he finally realizes that the tugging on his magic hadn’t gone away, it had simply gotten a bit subtler. Instinctively resisting once more, Rudolphus doesn’t actually get anywhere with his defias too far along now… and to be fair, he never had a ce of fighting this in the first pce.

  “My… My Lord! Wait! Please!”

  Harry lets a rich, sadistic ugh erupt from his shadowy red-eyed proje of the Dark Lord.

  “What’s the matter, Rudolphus? You are mine. Everything you have belongs to me. If I am to ever return, I have need of your power. Do not fret. I shall leave you alive as a reward for your leal servie.”

  “N-No… NO! My Lord, I swear I a-am more useful to you free and able to a your name! PLEASE! You do this! You -!”

  But it’s already much too te. Harry doesn’t bind Rudolphus to him like he did Bel and Aurora. He takes from the other man wholesale. He untahe Death Eater’s magi his soul and leaves Rudolphus with nothing but his life. In an instant, the imprisoned wizard bees an imprisoned muggle… a squib, if you wished to be particur about it.

  As Harry es Rudolphus’s magic, purifying it of the other man’s toud adding what’s left over to his own power, Harry feels the e betweewo of them starting to fray. So he finishes up, having the proje of Lord Voldemort in Rudolphus’s cell start to fade away.

  “Farewell, Rudolphus Lestrange. Your sacrifice will be remembered. Yic… will be put to good use in ensuring my return.”

  His ‘words of fort’ do not do much for the other man. Harry’s st view of Rudolphus Lestrange is to watch the other man wail in despair and reach for the bars, screaming for help, screaming that his magic is gone. If Harry were actually Voldemort, he’d probably kill Rudolphus in that moment. After all, the Dark Mark is still intact. Rudolphus might now be little more than a muggle, but his soul still belongs to the Dark Lord.

  But Harry is not Voldemort. And if Rudolphus wants to tell anyone who will listen that Voldemort ‘stole’ his magic, Harry is happy to let him. With Voldemort currently little more than a misshapen homunculus, its not as though the Dark Lord is in any position to defend himself anyways. Of course, the Ministry won’t believe Rudolphus’s ravings for even a moment. Not anymore than they believed Harry wheold them Voldemort had returned back at the end of this year in the inal timeline.

  But that was fine. Because word of Rudolphus’s predit would reach his fellow Death Eaters. The ones who had escaped justice back at the end of Voldemort’s first reign of terror. The ones who had slipped bato society with donations and sps on the wrist. Lucius Malfoy in particur would probably be terrified when he heard what happeo Rudolphus.

  Amused beyond belief, Harry finally pulls his spread out attention back together. He’s been fug Beltrix hard and fast all this time, of course. But now he’s actually able to focus on it and his pet’s body. Grabbing her by the tits, Harry’s emerald eyes glow with power and twih delight as he chuckles throatily down at her.

  “Your modifications worked perfectly, Bel.”

  Her eyes light up at that, and the eldest of the Bck Sisters wriggles and writhes beh him.

  “That’s wonderful, Master. Then it’s done? Rudolphus is no more?”

  Harry tilts his head to the side at that and shakes his head.

  “No… I left him alive to act as a trojan horse. With a little luck, his testimony will be enough to start turning Voldemort’s Death Eaters against him. Even the most loyal ones. And it’ll give us cover as well for any further… as against your former peers.”

  For a moment, Bel looks fused, but she’s also visibly pleased. Harry raises an eyebrow as he pinches her nipples between his fingers, making her moan in pleasure.

  “What is it, Beltrix?”

  “A-Ah… sorry, Master. It’s just, I was surprised. I ’t feel my vows to my husband anymore. It would seem leaving him magicless has… dissolved our retionship.”

  Oh? Harry checks on what she’s talking about and realizes Beltrix is right. She’s no longer married to Rudolphus Lestra least as far as magic is ed. Harry hums as he siders this, before ultimately deg that it makes sehe magical vows that bound Bel and Rudolphus together in unholy matrimony required both sides of the feo be magical.

  It was one of the many reasons why Purebloods looked down on muggles and thus muggleborns and half-bloods. Because if a witch or wizard were to marry a muggle, they could never actually ‘marry’ a muggle. At least not in the eyes of the insur Wizarding World, who sidered marriage to only be valid aimate if it was doh magical vows.

  Marriage Vows weren’t unbreakable or anything, to be fair. Divorce was still very much a possibility in the Wizarding World. But it was still tradition to make your marriage vows uhe gaze of magic itself. Something that a muggle could never do.

  And since Rudolphus was no more than a muggle now… well, Beltrix’s magical marriage to him had been dissolved. Chug at this realization, Harry s a hand in his pet’s hair and pulls her into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Bel submits to him totally and utterly, until finally he pulls out of her at the st sed and cums all over her fad her tits, coating her from her forehead all the way to her navel in his seed. A baptism, of sorts.

  “Your marriage is null and void, Bel. Wele back… Beltrix Bck.”

  A shiver runs through Bel as she moans and arches her back, rubbing his seed into her body quite enthusiastically. Looking up at him with a wicked, cum-coated grin on her lips, his pet giggles.

  “Thank you… Master~”

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  It almost feels strao just… go back to school life after that. But Harry has appearao keep up all the same. He’d had the option to pull a runner and go on the m back when he first came ba time and he’d chosen to stick around and stick it out. In the long run, he hoped that it would help. He he clout and the reputation that he might not be able to garner by going on the run and fleeing his required education.

  As well, there were people he would be leaving behind that Harry had e to realize he simply wasn’t willing to discard. Case in point… Hermione Jane Granger.

  “I know you said not to tell anyone about this Harry… and I haven’t, I promise. But… where do we even begin?”

  Sitting in a far off er of the Hogwarts Library, Harry smiles as he looks across the table at where Hermione has a dozen different tomes scattered around her. She pouts a bit at his smile, before blushing when he reaches out and pces his hand atop hers.

  “I have full faith in you, Hermione. What’s the first thing that es to mind? We start there.”

  Blinking rapidly at his words, Hermione looks a little shocked for a moment before dug her head as a shy smile spreads across her face.

  “I… well… I suppose we o… find a way to shield against it?”

  Harry hums nonittally, letting Hermione work it out in her head iime.

  “We could… develop a spell that blocks muggle transmissions?”

  When Hermione g him to gauge his response, Harry just lifts an eyebrow.

  “Oh?”

  She immediately flushes and shakes her head.

  “N-No… that wouldn’t work, would it? Because teically magic already does that, sort of. Except not really, because if it blocked muggle transmissions and teology fully, then there would be magical dead spots all over the world the size of our unities. And the Statute of Secrecy would be dead.”

  Harry hums some more. She’s on the right track, sort of. To be fair, there are still plenty of pces oh that are ‘dead zones’. Muggles don’t have plete ce of the entire globe, not by a long shot. And they love to make up their own excuses for why they ’t use their teology in a giveill, she’s n. Magical pces don’t pletely disrupt muggle transmissions. I signals, radio waves… it all still mao get through, albeit at a reduced rate. That’s the problem. Muggle Teology is fighting a stant invisible war against Magid its steadily gaining ground.

  But blog it isn’t the solution, because to do so would block huge ks of the Earth and draw more and more attention to the magical unities, even if they COULD get the iional magical world to accept such a thing without a fight. No, blog and shielding, while pretty good first steps, weren’t the solution.

  Unfortunately, as Hermios there with her brow furrowed and her lips drawn into a thin li bees increasingly obvious that she’s not going to figure out the solution. Not today anyways. Harry wants to give her time, really he does. But he’s just too impatient. In the end, he decides to push things along.

  “What about iion, Hermione?”

  The brue blinks at him, her big brown eyes fused for a moment before they light up in realization.

  “If you ’t beat them… join them!”

  Harry grins and nods. To be fair, it’s not his idea. It’s hers. She just doesn’t know it. This was the solution the Hermione Granger of his inal timeline came up with. Unfortunately, she came up with it after it was too te. After the war. After the nuclear fallout had already ensured magic would die in years rather than decades. Her hypothesis had been sound, but much, much too te.

  He felt a little guilty for stealing the other Hermiohunder and he wished he had enough time to let this Hermione e to the same clusion as her other self. But he refused to stay still when they could be moving forward. So he would guide Hermioo the right path. He would steer her in the right dire.

  “If we could find a way to wed magid muggle teology… there have been attempts of course. People trying to adapt teology to magic. They’ve even had limited success. But… at their core, magid teology don’t mix very well, do they?”

  “They don’t… however, what if we attempted to adapt magic to the teology instead?”

  Hermione nods her head enthusiastically at Harry’s suggestion. She gives him a bright grin, ohat he happily returns. Then… she blushes all of the sudden, her big brown eyes gng down to where he’s still holding his hand. Ah… whoops.

  Harry siders Hermione and their hands for a moment. At the same time, he feel one Viktor Krum wandering the Hogwarts Library, forever uo find the bookish bruhat has attracted his eye. Thanks to Harry, no one is able to find their little secluded alcove. Not a single person has been able to listen in. And so long as he keeps it up, Krum is never going to get the ce to proposition Hermione and ask her to the Yule Ball.

  That’s by design. Because ever since he decided against taking Fleur, he’s been sidering who he SHOULD take instead. But who else, really? Who else besides the young woman right in front of him? Hermione is going to be crucial to his pns going forward. Building up her reputatiht alongside his would go a long way to helping them save the world together. And it could start here, with her on his arm in front of everyo the Yule Ball.

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