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Even by his unbelievable standards, the last couple of months had been really strange for Harry James Potter.
The Boy-who-lived had found his life completely turned upside down, with one ridiculous thing after another happening to him since the end of his fifth school year.
Just back in June, Harry had been living a relatively normal life. He had his friends Ron and Hermione to keep him company at Hogwarts, while his godfather, Sirius, watched over him from a distance.
Truthfully, Harry was quite content with the small group of people he had around him. None of them were his blood, but they were still his family.
Harry was especially glad to have Sirius back in his life. His godfather was the closest link he had left to his dead parents. Sirius was the only person alive who could tell Harry what James and Lily Potter were actually like in life, not the idealised version everyone else remembered.
Harry was extremely grateful when Sirius told him exactly what flaws his parents had. It made them seem real to him.
Through Sirius, Harry learned that his father, James, had a really mean streak and could sometimes take his pranks too far at school. Sirius also informed Harry with great amusement that his mother knew curse words worse than anything he had ever heard in his life. Apparently, raised in the hard neighbourhood of Spinner’s End in Cokeworth, Lily Evans was so talented in the art of profanity that she could make people speechless and red in embarrassment once she really started going on a tirade.
Getting these little snippets into his parents’ lives from his godfather made Harry feel much closer to them.
So, all things considered, Harry felt like his life had been going pretty well. Sure, the Dark Lord was back, intent on killing him, but after five years, Harry was quite used to that by now. For his part, the young wizard didn’t even mind much that the majority of the Wizarding World was calling him a liar. He was used to the fickle nature of the British magical society by now.
Honestly, Harry would have been totally happy if life had continued in that vein, but unfortunately, he had never been that lucky.
Disaster struck as usual at the end of the school year, and Harry lost his godfather this time.
Losing Sirius so soon after meeting him was a terrible blow to Harry. The older man had become almost like a father figure to him after all the time they had shared in the summer.
For a moment, Harry had felt like he was going to lose his mind as he watched Sirius disappear into the veil, never to come back. At that moment, he had wanted to follow him, not caring at all that he would die himself if he stepped through the archway.
Luckily, Remus Lupin had held Harry back. The older wizard had kept him in place with his werewolf strength while he kicked and screamed in anguish.
While he was furious with Remus at the time, Harry would happily admit now that he was very glad that the older wizard had kept him pinned in place with his enhanced strength. After all, if he had died that day, Harry would have never been able to do everything that he did from that moment on.
While Sirius's death on that day was an absolute tragedy, in the end, his death served a very important purpose. The anger at losing his godfather finally allowed Harry to tap into the full power inside of him.
It was like a dam had broken inside of Harry at Sirius’ death. Magic surged through his veins like thunder, causing his pupils to go completely white. Every person in the Death Chamber went stock still as Harry threw Remus off of him with a thunderous bang. Both Death Eaters and the members of the Order of the Phoenix were left stunned as Harry then began to float in the air, electricity crackling around him. Even Professor Dumbledore had stopped in the middle of his spell casting, watching Harry with wide, blue eyes.
That night, Harry had finally learnt just how powerful he was. He had dispatched all the Death Eaters with a wave of his wand before rushing after Bellatrix Lestrange.
Harry had found her minutes later in the atrium, trying to run away from him. The Pureblood witch was fleeing like the hounds of hell were after her. Clearly, she had realised that she was no match for him after seeing his display of power in the Death Chamber.
After finding her, Harry had dragged Bellatrix towards him with his magic before she could vanish through one of the Floo networks. The brunette witch had shrieked like a banshee as she was hoisted up in the air by her ankles, leaving her dangling upside down.
Unfortunately, before Harry could finish Bellatrix off, Lord Voldemort came to her rescue. The Dark Lord had thrown a portkey at his underling, causing her to vanish from the atrium.
Harry had been incensed when he realised he had just lost the chance to avenge Sirius. In anger, he had attacked the Dark Lord with all of his newly unlocked power. The ensuing duel between him and Voldemort had been so devastating that it destroyed the entire entrance hall of the Ministry.
The large gilded hall that served as the entrance to the Ministry of Magic was blown to smithereens as the two wizards exchanged powerful spells with each other. From the Fountain of Magical Brethren to Cornelius Fudge’s giant poster on the left side wing, everything was completely destroyed by the huge shockwaves coming from their spell fire.
In the end, the fight between Harry and Lord Voldemort ended in a draw. While the younger wizard clearly had more raw power, his inexperience with high-level sorcery made it difficult for him to pin Voldemort down. Meanwhile, the Dark Lord could barely keep up with Harry. Only his superior skill in magic allowed him to survive Harry’s assault.
Finally, Lord Voldemort decided to retreat, giving Harry the victory on the day.
Unfortunately, it was a hollow win in the end for Harry. After all, he had lost the one person in the world who actually considered him family. Now, Harry had no one left who truly cared for him without hiding any ulterior motives.
Still, despite all the heartache he had suffered from Sirius's death, Harry also gained something. Finally, after years of being in the dark, his eyes were opened that day. Harry could finally notice all the obvious things that he had been ignoring thus far in his life.
For a start, the young wizard realised how he was being used by others for their own agendas, most specifically by his Headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore.
Having heard the prophecy, it was clear to Harry that the old wizard had been raising him for the sole purpose of killing Lord Voldemort. All the dangerous things that Harry had faced at Hogwarts were clearly some sort of stepping stones, tasks designed by the Headmaster to test him mentally and physically, and make him ready for an eventual fight with the Dark Lord.
After Harry realised this, he decided he had listened to the old man enough. Clearly, Albus Dumbledore was only interested in using him to save the Wizarding world, not caring at all that Harry might die in the course of things.
So, Harry decided he needed a clean break. After all, why should he sacrifice himself for people who had no problem condemning him without having any sort of proof? As far as Harry was concerned, the entirety of the Wizarding world could go to hell.
After he had made up his mind, Harry quickly got started on the path to finding his freedom. On the very night he returned to Hogwarts from the Ministry, he vanished from the castle. Harry didn’t tell anyone where he was going, not even Ron or Hermione.
Harry knew that if he told either of his best friends that he was leaving, they would try to stop him. So, he simply didn’t give them a chance to do so, leaving without saying goodbye.
After leaving Hogwarts, Harry made his way to France, travelling via ordinary Muggle methods into the neighbouring country. His journey led him to Biarritz, a small coastal town located on the Bay of Biscay along the Atlantic Coast.
Sirius, before he died, had told Harry about the vacation home of the Black family there. Apparently, it had been lying empty for the last twenty years, used last time by his uncle Alphard before he died.
Once he had decided that he was going to leave Britain, Harry thought to himself, what better way to start his new life than living on a beach in France?
So, after getting off the local train, Harry quickly made his way to the Black family estate on the seaside.
From the very first glance, Harry could see that it was a highly luxurious property. Spanning almost 15000 square feet in size, Villa La Belzi was a late 19th-century multi-story building with its own private beach and direct access to the ocean. The entire estate was unplottable and hidden from the eyes of non-magical people.
Harry had fallen in love with the property immediately. It was the kind of place he always wanted to visit, but never got the opportunity to do so until now.
After he arrived at the front gates, the wards around the Villa quickly recognised Harry. They identified him as Sirius’s heir and thus granted him access as the new Lord of the House of Black.
Even as he was greeted by the House Elves inside the Villa as Lord Black, Harry wasn’t surprised. He already knew about his new status as Lord Black. Sirius had already informed him that Harry would have complete control over the Black family fortune whenever he died. In the end, the new position didn’t really affect Harry that much. Sure, he had even more seats at the Wizengamot now, but it wasn’t like they were of any use to him, since he wasn’t planning on returning to England anytime soon.
On a side note, Harry did appreciate the large amount of fortune that he had inherited from his godfather. Combined with the money left to him by his parents, he could now live his life as lavishly as he wanted without fearing that he might go poor anytime soon.
After he arrived in France, life became pretty simple for Harry Potter. The young wizard would spend his days either swimming in the ocean or lying on the beach. Occasionally, he would venture out into the Muggle world, but that only happened whenever he started to feel lonely on his own.
As days passed and turned into weeks, Harry found that everyday life could be pretty wonderful. Unlike England, there was no trouble waiting for him here in France. Here, he could just live without worrying about the world’s future or what might go wrong with it. Instead, Harry enjoyed all the luxuries that were at his disposal, both at the villa where he was staying and out there in the Muggle world.
It was on one of his trips to the local town that Harry discovered that Biarritz was a famous tourist location. Every year, thousands of people from all over the world arrive at the small coastal town to enjoy the sea.
Harry found himself mesmerised by the various sorts of people he met in town who had arrived at Biarritz from all over the world. All of them were from dozens of different countries, introducing him to new cultures and perspectives.
Most importantly for Harry, however, a lot of the tourists he met in the Muggle town were beautiful girls looking to have fun on their holidays. For them, he was the perfect guy to fool around with. He was rich, handsome, and eager to please. Within days of his arrival in France, Harry lost his virginity to a beautiful girl from Spain. She was a tall, willowy brunette with a gorgeous smile and a massive rack to go with it.
A large smile split Harry’s face every time he remembered his night with Sofia. She had been such a good teacher for an inexperienced person like him. Her enthusiastic teaching for those three consecutive nights had allowed Harry to become a much better lover for all of his future partners.
That brought Harry to here and now, in bed with two gorgeous girls from Belgium. The best friends were sleeping at the moment, lying on either side of him with content smiles on their faces. Harry had just finished fucking them a few minutes ago and was now trying to catch his breath after the girls passed out from the pleasure.
Suddenly, Harry looked up in surprise as he heard the sound of Floo activating in the kitchen downstairs. Quickly getting to his feet, the young wizard rushed downstairs, wondering who had arrived at his home this late at night.
When Harry finally entered the kitchen a few seconds later, he was surprised to see Narcissa Malfoy standing in front of him. The older witch was dressed in a dark cloak with its hood pulled down. At first glance, she looked like she had been going through some rough times, considering her tousled blonde hair and the slight paleness to her cheeks. But still, these small blemishes did nothing to hide her beauty.
Harry had to admit to himself that Narcissa Malfoy was a very beautiful woman. Blessed with a tall, curvaceous figure and an aristocratic face, she was one of the most stunning women he had ever seen in his life.
Still, her overwhelming beauty did nothing to hide the fact that Narcissa Malfoy was a bad person. Harry knew without a shadow of doubt that the older witch was one of the followers of the Dark Lord alongside her dead husband.
As all these thoughts went through Harry’s mind, Narcissa’s eyes landed on him. Suddenly, the Pureblood witch squeaked in surprise before quickly turning away, covering her eyes with her hand.
“Merlin’s Beard, Mr. Potter! W-why in the hell are you naked?” She asked him in a high-pitched voice, her ears turning red a little.
Harry looked down at himself and realized with a start that he had come downstairs without putting on any clothes first. Since he had been having sex just a few minutes ago, Harry was completely naked with his cock still semi-hard and covered in the juices of his partners.
Blushing a little, Harry waved his wand and conjured a white towel to cover himself quickly. He then scowled at the older witch. “What the hell are you doing here, Mrs. Malfoy? This is private property. You aren’t welcome here,” he asked her in a rude voice, not trying at all to be civil to her as he continued, “In fact, how did you even get access to my Floo. It’s supposed to be restricted to any outsiders.”
In response, Mrs. Malfoy slowly turned around, removing the hand from her eyes. She let out an audible sigh of relief as she found him covered from the waist down.
“Please forgive me for barging into your home like this, Mr. Potter, but the truth is I had no other choice,” Narcissa Malfoy started in an apologetic voice, taking a few steps towards him. Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion as she clasped her hands together, almost begging him as she said, “I just had to see you. To talk with you and change your mind. Please, Mr. Potter, I desperately need your help; otherwise, my daughter and I, we would be killed by the Dark Lord just like my husband.”
It took Harry a few seconds to realize what was going on here. Suddenly, he remembered the letter he had received from his account manager, Bogrod, almost a month ago, asking him to provide shelter to his rival Lyra and her mother Narcissa.
At the time, Harry had thrown the letter away after reading it just once. He had no intention of getting involved with any business back in England, not wanting to get dragged into the mess. The fact that the person in the problem was Lyra and her mother just made the decision easier for him.
The slow realisation regarding the situation did nothing to improve Harry’s mood as he replied to her with thinned lips, “I’m afraid you have wasted your time by coming here, Madam. I have no interest in getting involved with the mess back in Britain. As far as I’m concerned, Lord Voldemort is not my problem anymore.”
Desperation and panic twisted Mrs. Malfoy’s beautiful features at his response. “Please, please, don’t say that, Mr. Potter. I would do anything; please help my daughter and me,” she said, falling on her knees in front of him.
Harry was opening his mouth to reject her pleas, but the sight of the proud Pureblood witch down on her knees, looking up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, caused blood to rush to his dick. Suddenly, Harry’s half-erect cock was fully hard once again.
The young wizard felt a smile curling on his lips as he realized there was a wonderful opportunity in front of him to take his revenge on Lyra for all the horrible stuff she had done to him and his friends at school.