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lightofdayeTitle: Hard Evidence
Rating: R
Characters & Pairing: Harry/Various, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, OMC (Bozo Jnr)*
Word Count: 4 x 100
Content: Voyeurism, Blackmail, consensual infidelity/open relationship
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harry is confronted with evidence of his wandering... heart.
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harry100's Prompt #521: "blackmail". I did find this prompt a little tricky but eventually came up with this.
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The paunchy man that came into Harry Potter's office look familiar to him, but since the man was a similar age to Harry himself, he supposed this was Son of Bozo rather than Bozo himself.
"What can I do for you?" Harry said when the man had slouched into the office and shit the door behind him.
"You can look at these," the man said throwing down an envelope that turned out to be full of pictures.
Harry rifled through them.
"You have been busy."
"Busy finding out what you do when you're wife's away, or should I say who?"
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The photos being magical were all moving, their occupants all doing what they had been when the shot had been taken.
Harry examined one where Luna Lovegood was pressed up naked against her cottage window, with himself, eyes closed, pounding her from behind.
The next shot was a profile view. Pansy Parkinson was down on all-fours, the photographic Harry pulling her hair as they fucked.
In another, Susan Bones knelt topless in front of him, sucking him deeply.
Yet another showed Harry relaxed and lying on his back, Lavender Brown riding his cock enthusiastically her big tits bouncing as well.
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"These are very well done," Harry said calmly. "Almost artistic. Long focus lens, enchanted to see through walls? Not exactly kosher."
"Neither is infidelity, which all of these show," said the photographer. "I can use them to expose just how little you think about your wedding vows."
"Well you can't use this one," Harry said, holding a picture up that just showed his back and arse in movement, "I could be with anyone."
"Look at the feet," snapped the photographer, annoyed.
Harry saw that hooked over his shoulders, toes curling, were a pair of very brown feet.
"Oh right, nice."
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"I want five hundred galleons." demanded the photographer.
"They're wonderful photos but that's a bit steep."
"Five hundred or I send them to you wife."
"Well if you send them to her for free, I hardly need to pay for them, do I?" Harry said with a shrug.
"What?"
"Well, my wife would love to see these." Harry said, confidentiality, "I'd probably get a third kid out them."
"I'll sell them to the Prophet." The photographer snapped.
"Now up until now, I've kindly pretended you're not blackmailing an Auror. Do you want that to change?'
Son of Bozo left, fuming.
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*In case this is an obscure reference, Bozo was Rita Skeeter's photographer.
Rating: R
Characters & Pairing: Harry/Various, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, OMC (Bozo Jnr)*
Word Count: 4 x 100
Content: Voyeurism, Blackmail, consensual infidelity/open relationship
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harry is confronted with evidence of his wandering... heart.
A/n: Unbeta'd. Written for
harry100's Prompt #521: "blackmail". I did find this prompt a little tricky but eventually came up with this. - - -
The paunchy man that came into Harry Potter's office look familiar to him, but since the man was a similar age to Harry himself, he supposed this was Son of Bozo rather than Bozo himself.
"What can I do for you?" Harry said when the man had slouched into the office and shit the door behind him.
"You can look at these," the man said throwing down an envelope that turned out to be full of pictures.
Harry rifled through them.
"You have been busy."
"Busy finding out what you do when you're wife's away, or should I say who?"
-
The photos being magical were all moving, their occupants all doing what they had been when the shot had been taken.
Harry examined one where Luna Lovegood was pressed up naked against her cottage window, with himself, eyes closed, pounding her from behind.
The next shot was a profile view. Pansy Parkinson was down on all-fours, the photographic Harry pulling her hair as they fucked.
In another, Susan Bones knelt topless in front of him, sucking him deeply.
Yet another showed Harry relaxed and lying on his back, Lavender Brown riding his cock enthusiastically her big tits bouncing as well.
-
"These are very well done," Harry said calmly. "Almost artistic. Long focus lens, enchanted to see through walls? Not exactly kosher."
"Neither is infidelity, which all of these show," said the photographer. "I can use them to expose just how little you think about your wedding vows."
"Well you can't use this one," Harry said, holding a picture up that just showed his back and arse in movement, "I could be with anyone."
"Look at the feet," snapped the photographer, annoyed.
Harry saw that hooked over his shoulders, toes curling, were a pair of very brown feet.
"Oh right, nice."
-
"I want five hundred galleons." demanded the photographer.
"They're wonderful photos but that's a bit steep."
"Five hundred or I send them to you wife."
"Well if you send them to her for free, I hardly need to pay for them, do I?" Harry said with a shrug.
"What?"
"Well, my wife would love to see these." Harry said, confidentiality, "I'd probably get a third kid out them."
"I'll sell them to the Prophet." The photographer snapped.
"Now up until now, I've kindly pretended you're not blackmailing an Auror. Do you want that to change?'
Son of Bozo left, fuming.
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*In case this is an obscure reference, Bozo was Rita Skeeter's photographer.
