Old No.7 | An Alastor x Reader Story

Know Yourself

There was a flurry of activity as everyone left to rally the troops, leaving Alastor and I alone. When the last sinner was gone, I looked up into his smiling visage and found him looking right back at me. Bending down so he could look me square in the eye, he said in an amused tone, "My dear, it's a shame you prefer to lurk underground. You could be one hell of an overlord."

Reaching up, I toyed with the edge of his bowtie as I replied, "I have no ambition to be an overlord. After spending so much time on the edges, I prefer it that way."

Alastor responded by giving me a long lingering kiss before murmuring against my lips, "I like that about you, my dear. You know yourself."

I was the head of a bootlegging operation that had accumulated opponents as I accumulated success. I had people who depended on me for employment. I had to know myself in order to keep this whole thing moving along through time as smoothly as was possible. 

"We're going to end this with Remus and McKenny," I said after a moment, "And then the way will be clear for us to continue our work."