The woman gasped, tears forming at her eyes, "So… what happened?"
"I buried the dog of course, a small unmarked grave out in the forest where I had first found him… and then I went after the boy." A dark and twisted smile formed on the teen's face, "I tricked him to coming outside after dark, and then slowly tortured him to death like he had with the dog. I took my time slowly breaking bones… cutting him to pieces… I suppose that makes me quite the sociopath hm?"
Shaking her head, the woman took his face in her hands and focused his eyes on her own. "No, a sociopath has no empathy Harry, you do . You wouldn't have buried the dog if you didn't care, you wouldn't have taken care of us if you were such a person or given people second chances. That bully? He was the real sociopath. Torturing animals is a sign in the Muggle world of such things."
The Potter heir nodded, "I know, Hedwig said the same thing when I told her what I had done and was worried about it. That was the first time I began to think of things in a different perspective. If I hadn't killed that boy he might have gone on to kill others, right? Just like the man you killed tonight. Who knows how many lives we have saved with taking just two."
...
"Skeeter"
The woman gave a slow, shaky, nod to the voice that came from the dark alleyway. She had received instructions to meet regarding her 'request' several weeks prior. At this point she was likely to do whatever they wanted just to get some relief. The woman could barely make it through a morning at work without having to take a break to calm her nerves.
And therein lied another problem, the only way she had found, thus far, to keep herself from breaking down was through rather heavy drug usage or drinking herself into a stupor at night.
"Y-yes…"
The cloaked man, most definitely not Harry Potter, much to her dismay, brought out a large envelope, "Everything my Lord requires is inside, feel free to admonish or make up facts regarding how you figured it out like you usually do."
A year ago, and she would have had a comeback, but then again, a year ago Rita would also have been able to make it through a meeting without her body shaking.
Seeming to notice this the man gave a dark chuckle, "Sure messed you up huh? I would toss it to you, but odds are you can't catch right now so I'll just set it here." He gestured for a nearby pile of garbage and put the object gently on top, then turned to leave.
"W-wait!"
Pausing mid-stride, the obscured man turned back to her.
"I-I… I need something to help me through, anything ."
He seemed to consider this, before reaching into his robes once more and pulling out a small box and throwing it to her. Just as he predicted she failed to catch it, and it fell into a nearby muddy puddle. This seemed to be the last thing on her mind, however, as she immediately dove in after it, opening the container and seeing, with a sigh of relief, that it contained a dozen vials, all unharmed.
"Don't take too many at once, this needs to last you remember."
But Rita Skeeter was no longer paying attention, and immediately uncorked one before pouring it down her throat with a moan of ecstasy, her body shivering and trembling with pleasure as a joyful expression formed on her face. It was just like when he had touched her, the same wonderful sensations flowing through her body.
The former Death Eater almost felt sorry for the woman as she clutched the potion-filled box close to her chest, cradling it like a child on the ground… but she had also been one of the reasons his family had almost lost everything they owned several years prior, due to one of her toxic articles.
...
"So, my dear Fleur, where would you like to go for vacation?"
The blonde Veela smiled, before shaking her head, "In a moment my love, we are still waiting for one more."
His eyes blinked twice in confusion, before a very chipper voice called out from behind the pair, "Sorry I had to pick out a bathing suit."
The former schoolgirl shook her head in disapproval, "Come now Gabbie you have known about this for weeks and…"
"Perhaps I could be included in the plan?" Harry inquired, earning a blush from the two sisters.
"Well Harry, since I was informed that I was to be included in the 'vacation schedule' I thought it might be okay to bring my sister along as well. She is still having trouble completely adapting here and I would worry about her."
"I-if you don't want me to come along I can…"
"No, no it's fine I just prefer to be informed before we are ready to depart." He quickly answered, before shooting the older sister a look that said, 'I am going to find a way to punish you for this later'.
Her response back was a smirk that stated, 'I am looking forward to it.'
"So, have you two decided where we are going to vacation then?"
"We discussed it with the others. Since you and Hermione toured Europe, Luna wanted to go camping, Hedwig got a private island, and Ginny claimed a week in Paris were hoping you would be okay with an American city, perhaps New Orleans?"
He nodded, "Sounds fine with me, I have always wanted to visit our neighbors across the ocean."
...
"Ah yes here is your reservation, Mr. Potter is it?"
The boy-who-lived nodded at the receptionist's inquiry, leading to them searching through a nearby box of keys. Meanwhile Fleur and her sister were looking over the various paintings adorning the walls.
"It is so pretty here!" the younger exclaimed, earning a smile from her sibling.
"Are you hungry Gabbie? We could get something to eat after we drop off our bags."
Receiving a happy nod, the former Champion went back to perusing the artwork until she was called out to by the woman at the desk. Returning, she noticed a slightly annoyed look on her lover's face, and a very apologetic, and almost worried, one on the attendant's. "What is wrong?"
"I am terribly sorry miss, we have recently begun switching over to our computerized system, but some information is still processed by hand. There has been a mistake on our part and it seems as though your room has been given out to another party by mistake."
Fleur thought about telling the young woman in front of her exactly what she thought of the situation, but the fear in the woman's eyes held her back. It wasn't necessarily her fault.
"Very well, is there another room available?"
The woman bit her lip, and the Veela fought the urge to growl in response. "N-not that meet your specifications I am afraid. You see there is a convention currently going on and so most hotels are almost completely booked."
Well shit, turning to Harry the older girl gave a sigh, "Perhaps we can find another that is not full? Otherwise we will have to change our plans. A pity, Gabbie was so looking forward to spending the week here."
"Th-there is another option I just… do not know if you wish to consider it…"
Turning back to the employee the male gave a gesture for her to continue.
"Although we don't have any multi-bed rooms there is one room still available with a single Queen-sized bed… I just…" the woman glanced between the two in front of her and then to the girl still naïve to the situation at hand. "I am not sure if that will fit your situation."
Harry was about to answer, when the blonde interrupted, "We will make do. If the other hotels are just as busy, then this will likely be our only option."
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