An ENTERPRISING OMEGA

Chapter 36 : The big leagues?

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Published:2022-10-17Updated:2023-12-11Words:157,236Chapters:61/?Comments:377Kudos:868Bookmarks:132Hits:34,558
An enterprising omega
DespairQueen
Chapter 36 : The big leagues?
Notes:
Hello good night !
Well, not my best chapter but we have to go through it for Voldemort to show that his methods are interesting on certain points XD Thank you for not forgetting that it's fiction, eh ^^
Happy reading, sorry for the mistakes!
See you next time ^^

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This had required a completely different organization on his part. Voldemort entered the summit lounge in the Grand Ducal Palace of Luxembourg, his omega on his arm. He had always found the country charming, particularly because of its forests and its ancient fortifications. Coming alone, he would certainly have strolled in the undergrowth to recharge his batteries a little. With Harry, he couldn't allow himself to be so detached. Their entrance was of course noticed, under the lights of the immense chandeliers which hung above their heads, just as the guard which accompanied them was clearly visible. Usually, Voldemort came alone and wasn't crowded with people. For a long time he had even been the only head of state to seem to provoke others by presenting himself without protection, as if he were untouchable anyway. And the black mage was certain that no one was mistaken: this decorum was not made for him but for his fiancé. Proving that he wouldn't be in the mood for the slightest provocation towards him.

Voldemort felt the nervousness in the bond but on his omega's face, nothing showed. Instead, Harry smiled affably, his arm around hers, in a blue-green wizard's robe that hid nothing of his current pregnancy, although the omega wasn't that big already. Besides, Voldemort wouldn't dare say it, he didn't want to anger the youngest. He himself had opted for black and silver, as often with touches of green. We kept observing them, especially his companion and his alpha part already wanted to growl at his individuals. What did they all have to do with sizing and judging his omega? Harry was above them, it was obvious and his Death Eaters had every interest in protecting him well if he found himself caught in insipid conversations. Because he had promised Harry that he could move around as he pleased and despite his intrinsic distrust of all these people.

Their host finally advanced towards them. Luxembourg's Minister of Magic was a tall asparagus with little energy but a quick wit. They shook hands, Voldemort still tolerated his omega attracting all the attention. He knew what cogs were at play in the minds of all his politicians. Harry looked young, kind, malleable. They probably hoped to go through him to influence him in one way or another. Voldemort restrained himself from smiling cruelly. His goons had no idea who they were dealing with. If there was one thing Harry had agreed on, it was that he wouldn't actively get involved in all of this, with too much at stake beyond him at the moment. But that he would let her know what he was saying behind her back, because no one was ever suspicious enough of omegas...