CH 16: Invincibility Cloak

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"Kreacher, enough!" I ordered, hoping that he would listen to it, despite my lack of magical authority over him. Luckily, he did so before alerting the other occupants in the room. "Kreacher, I need your help," I started explaining. "To be able to destroy the amulet, I need to have access to the certain items, and to find them, I need to sneak into their rooms, and if you see me, you might be obliged to stop me. So, I want you to keep away from me, can you do that?"

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Just as I expected, it took almost no time for Kreacher to get my point, and to nod in approval. After all, the elf was clever enough to contribute to a scheme that killed his own master despite the magics that were supposed to be against it. "Good," I continued. "Also, I need to sneak into someone other than your current owner's room, and stay there undetected. I need you to arrange there would be no visitor to distract me." Again a nod arrived. The guy was the perfect butler, always accommodating without any pesky questions. I made a note to myself, to arrange his ownership as soon I stopped needing an insider in the Grimmauld Place. Kreacher was the perfect ally I needed, utterly loyal, deceptively smart, and unencumbered by any pesky morals.

It was the late night, and all occupants were supposed to be asleep. But still, I cast a few spells around myself, disillusionment, sound dampening, and a few others to support my concealment. Then I whispered the spell to reveal the location of the humans in the building, highlighting the position of three occupants of the house. My luck rang true, and the first room I checked belonged to Harry Potter. I cast an underpowered stunning spell to his motionless form, wanting to make sure I was able to find the items that were supposed to be here. Then, I pointed to his trunk and whispered. "Accio Marauder's Map, Accio Invisibility Cloak."

Both items flew towards me, leaving me smiling in satisfaction. I could sense a subtle but potent feeling in the cloak, one that sent chills through my body. After a couple of diagnostic spells, I have dispelled the tracking spells over it, and pulled another invisibility cloak from my pocket. Several spells from the Elder Wand made sure it looked the same from a physical perspective, and a few more spells created a duplicate for the map, just giving the illusion of working, of course. I made sure to pick several stray hairs just in case they came useful, and left the room.

A smile was on my face as I left the room, one of the Hollows, the Invisibility Cloak over me. I hoped that the fact that I actually stole it would help to gain its allegiance, which was contextually linked to the invisibility. It made sense, considering disarming worked with the Elder Wand. For such deadly artifacts, they were definitely fickle.

Then, I continued towards the second target, only to find a sleeping Ron Weasley, with a copious amount of droll. I barely held back a facepalm. The guy was in the same house with his girlfriend after a mortal danger, facing an unclear future, and chose to sleep in a different room instead of leveraging the perfect moment to get into her pants. "Idiot," I murmured. He really deserved losing her. I stole a bunch of hairs, then, I moved to the third occupied room, my heart beating with excitement.

I carefully pushed the door open, and saw the sleeping figure of Hermione Granger, illuminated by moonlight. Even wearing unflattering sleepwear, her impressive figure showed beautifully, her pretty face peeking through her messy hair. I licked my lips in anticipation, suppressing a spark of arousal. As much as I was tempted to relieve myself with a surprise assault, there was no fun in that. She was a strong, willful girl, and I wanted to take that down piece by piece, forcing her to actually chose her road to descent.

Instead, I went through her personal items. After careful consideration, I have covered several of her items that weren't likely to be shared, like her hairbrush, and her feminine products, with several potions and oils, as well as a few subtle arousal-inducing spells. None of the additions I had made was particularly strong, but some of them would increase her arousal in a way that couldn't be reduced by masturbation, while a couple of them, enhanced by the hairs I just picked, would sharply decrease the lust she felt towards Weasley and Potter. The last thing I needed was to train her, only to be snatched by those idiots, after all.

Then, I left the room before the temptation had become too much for me to bear. Then, I walked back to the attic, and apparated out, going back to my room to continue my sleep. I wanted to be in the top form for Fleur's visit.

"Welcome to my humble abode, Mrs. Weasley," I said with a cheerful voice towards the alluring beauty that stood in front of me. She was beautiful despite the ugly, conservative clothing she wore, a high-necked shirt and a thick robe, a pair of thick trousers visible around the ankles. Her face contorted in anger, but she held back a retort. I had no doubt she wouldn't try to hold it back, but I seemed to earn a bit of reprieve after the debacle with her sister.

She stood ahead of me, with her hands wringing the hem of her robes as the only outward reflection of her nervousness. For a minute, she stood silent. "Why are you resorting to blackmail. Can't we just stop this?" she asked a trembling tone barely above a whisper.

"Come on, Mrs. Weasley," I said. "Let's keep our terminology straight. Blackmail requires me actively threatening you with an action." For example, the next step of my plan included a copious amount of it through the contents of the camera that was currently recording, to be used in case my first approach failed. "What we are doing is just a transaction. You want a certain service to be conducted, I proposed I price, and we concluded a deal. Let's not cheapen it with such accusatory terminology."

The spark of anger returned to her face. I was glad to see the desire to fight bright in her eyes, it would make only tastier when I broke her to my tastes. "Of course," she said between her clenched teeth.