『 。𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐫 。』 [HP Non Con]

Run

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Ron and Hermione flanked both of of Harry's sides while Harry still held on to the former Dark Lord with a death grip on his wrist as they walked to the Courtroom.

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Harry sat where the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot would sit normally, his friends on the row below him on either side with Voldemort sitting Indian style on the ground next to him while the others faced  the three.

Kingsley started the meeting.

"The first matter to be dealt with is the selection of the new Minister of Magic. There are only two candidates suitable enough for the job, really, despite their ages,"he said.

"Who are they?" Lady Hera Fawley, a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight who fought with the Light, called out.

"Harry Potter and Hermione Granger."

"Woah! Woah! Woah!"Hermione shouted angrily, surprised greatly by what Kingsley had proposed. "Who said anything about either of us becoming Minister? We haven't even completed our education! We were on the run for a whole YEAR."

"Exactly as Hermione had said. Hogwarts doesn't exactly offer the correct courses to help us learn about  Politics and many people would dub us a bit 'too immature' for the job. I would want to complete my school year...."Harry said in a calm voice.

"How about we do something that has never been done before....We have two Ministers to handle the power. You and Hermione could be both great leaders...The Wizarding World needs people with your brains. Young people who have great ideas to help us flourish....."Kingsley trailed off.

"That sounds like a splendid idea, but can we please stress the fact that. We. Need to. Finish. School,"Harry replied.

"We also need to be kept up to speed with how the country works and other things..."Hermione said in a neutral voice, having calmed down a bit.

"Yes, yes, we know that...How about we give you two alternate courses to the rest of the school so you can take over after an acting Minister that has been chosen?"

"But—!"Hermione and Harry yelled simultaneously.

"Light your wand if you are in favor of this motion!"

Everyone's—even a smirking Ron's—wand lit up.

Both brunette and ravenette scowled.

"So glad that I'm not you,"Ron muttered with glee.

"Shut up, Ronald,"Hermione growled. Harry rolled his eyes.

Lady Fawley stood up and called out:

"All in favour of Lord Shacklebolt as Acting Minister?"

Kingsley sighed when everyone agreed. Even the Golden Trio.

Help me, dear Merlin. What possessed me to do this? He thought to himself.

"Now that's been taken care of, let's draw up the Charter and then we can be on our merry ways!"Harry said with a wide grin.

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It took them a lot longer than they thought they had to finish up the Charter since there were little 'squabbles' about what rule goes and what rule doesn't and then some people wanted to change it completely, annoying everyone else thoroughly.

Nearly six bloody hours was the time needed to go and draw up the Charter and everyone was tired. The Charter would be published on the day of the Slave Auction which would be held on May 13th after all the funerals of the fallen.

The Golden Trio stood while Voldemort kneeled next to Harry outside the Ministry building. Diagon Alley was so quiet and nothing like the magical place they had witnessed in their earlier years.

"So...."Ron started off awkwardly. "What're we supposed to do now? The fun's over..."he said with a fond grin.

Hermione snorted. "Ronald. Our fun will never end just because this shit is over. It will multiply just because we are who we are,"she told him and punched him softly on the shoulder.

"True. We need a good meal, a nice warm bath and a long, long, long sleep now, yes?"Harry suggested.

"I don't wanna go and see my family that upset right now. Can I stay with you for a bit—if it's alright, I mean?"Ron asked hesitantly.

Harry smiled. "Sure. But we are DEFINITELY not going to Grimmauld Place. I heard that my Mum and Dad had Manors. How about the Shafiq one, I believe in Wiltshire?

"That would be perfect,"Hermione enthusiastically chirped.

Harry told his friends to hold onto him.

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The next day

Voldemort had been glad yet fearful that Harry hadn't tried anything with him. In fact, he had treated him almost nicely...The only reason why he had never fought back after their first encounter was because the Potter had managed to do what no one else had ever done.

Surprise him.

He pretended to listen to Potter, making the raven think that he had the upper hand. Then it would be finally time for him to strike and get as far away from the U.K. to try and save his Death Eaters from their fates.

Earlier that day he and Harry had ventured into
Knocturn Alley much to the immense surprise of Voldemort.

But it was a visit to a store that catered to the more...naughty sides of the Wizarding World called Kinkily Ever After.

Voldemort wanted hell to open up at his feet and drag him into its depths rather than the humiliation he had gone through at that shop.

Potter had made him wear from the most skimpiest ever underwear, to red leather things (that boy must have an obsession...), to the most biggest pastel coloured shirts and thigh highs.

He even got him fucking gags and collars of every colour!

But still, Voldemort persevered and waited for his moment that his window of opportunity would open.

One of them would sorely regret messing with each other...

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Later that night

It was late at night and it was only Harry and Voldemort downstairs. Hermione and Ron both went to sleep in the separate rooms they had chosen and had decorated to their liking.

Harry was reading a book called 'Night World' and he had to admit that it was a great read, unaware of the thoughts running through his little slave's thoughts as the brunet knelt on the floor.

Voldemort wore thigh high pastel blue socks with a rather large matching hoodie that Harry had bought.

Harry had had a warm shower and was finally able to relax properly for the first time in six months or so. He lounged on the sofa, absentmindedly stroking Voldemort's surprisingly smooth locks.

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The brunet smirked internally as he mentally cheered at the fact that Potter was soft enough to actually not put Magic Siphoning Collar on him so that he would only be to use his magic whenever Potter gave him permission to.

Voldemort felt the magic pulse in his hands as he had one main thing on his mind.

'Crucio!'he hissed in Parseltongue. The jet of red shot out of his palms and hit Potter. But instead of having the boy screaming on the floor, Potter sat up like nothing even happened and gave a chilling, mirthless laugh that unnerved the ex-Dark Lord.

He should have run while he had the chance.