Sona's expression darkened immediately at the memory of Ragnuk's outrageous demands and the cheering of his filthy kin at the idea of harming Harry. Her voice grew bitter and icy. "Indeed, they earned every ounce of what happened here today. Anyone daring to threaten Harry should expect no mercy."
"Exactly." Serafall's smile was positively arctic. "Now, let's clean up our little 'mess' and announce the wonderful news of Sitri Bank's grand opening to our new human customers."
Without further hesitation, the two sisters raised their hands together, summoning their powerful, pure blue demonic ice magic. The freezing spell erupted forth, surging through the vast tunnels, rapidly coating the stone walls, ceilings, and floors in unbreakable crystalline frost. Within minutes, every tunnel entrance into the sprawling cavern was sealed entirely shut beneath thick walls of shimmering ice.
Satisfied at last, Serafall nodded approvingly. "Perfect. No goblin will ever escape those tombs."
With their grim task complete, they ascended the long passageways back toward the marble lobby above. As they stepped out into the grand hall, Sona stopped abruptly in surprise. The vast lobby, previously empty, was now crowded with wizards and witches clad in Auror robes. The squad looked bewildered, their gazes shifting around the oddly deserted bank interior.
Sona swiftly composed herself, casually brushing nonexistent wrinkles from her elegant dark-blue robes, embroidered proudly with the Sitri family crest. Her mind raced as she made a mental note to ensure none of the Aurors found their way into the catacombs below. It wouldn't do to have humans stumbling upon thousands of slaughtered goblins.
One Auror stepped forward confidently, the unmistakable figure of Amelia Bones. Her keen gaze fixed immediately upon the two sisters. "What's the meaning of this?" Amelia demanded sharply. "Gringotts Bank never closes its doors, not even for a minute. And where in Merlin's name are all the goblins?"
Before Sona could speak, Serafall effortlessly shifted demeanor, her face alight with cheerful warmth and friendliness. She skipped forward lightly, a dazzling smile upon her lips as she addressed the head Auror.
"Oh my, didn't anyone inform you lovely Aurors yet?" Serafall asked sweetly, her eyes sparkling innocently. "Gringotts Bank is officially under new management! You see, our family-the esteemed Sitri Clan-recently finalized a business arrangement to purchase the entire institution. As of today, the bank shall be known officially as 'Sitri Bank.' Isn't that wonderful?"
"Then why was the bank door kicked down?" one Auror mumbled.
"Just some early renovations," Serafall lied with a straight face.
Amelia's eyes narrowed skeptically, and murmurs rippled suspiciously among her Aurors. "This all seems highly irregular," Amelia finally said, clearly unconvinced. "Such significant transactions are usually handled through the Ministry and Gringotts itself, not overnight and certainly not in secrecy."
"Of course, Madam Bones," Sona smoothly interjected, stepping forward to stand beside Serafall, her expression composed and authoritative. "The transaction has been in progress behind the scenes for months. Our mother, Selene Sitri, will personally oversee all operations. And as her first act as the new owner, she's generously pledged to eliminate all hidden fees and drastically lower interest rates on loans. From now on, witches and wizards can trust that their finances will be managed honestly, transparently, and affordably under Sitri ownership."
Instantly, the entire Auror contingent fell silent. Suspicion swiftly turned into stunned, delighted surprise. The skepticism faded from Amelia's eyes as several Aurors behind her murmured excitedly about how much money they'd save under such new terms. Clearly, personal greed outweighed any suspicions they might have held.
Sona barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes in amusement. Humans truly were predictable in their selfish desires. It was almost tragically amusing that literal devils would manage this bank with far greater honesty and fairness than goblins ever had-and none of these humans had any idea they were dealing with actual devils, not merely incredibly wealthy foreigners.
Amelia cleared her throat awkwardly, her earlier authoritative tone notably softer now. "Well, that certainly sounds like excellent news. Of course, the Ministry will still require documentation of the official transfer and contracts. But in principle, I see no issues."
"Naturally," Serafall assured her warmly, her voice syrup-sweet and perfectly pleasant. "We'll provide all necessary paperwork and documents directly to your office later today, Madam Bones. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated."
With one last grateful glance at the sisters, Amelia nodded and gestured for her Aurors to withdraw. Within minutes, the humans had departed, leaving the bank lobby quiet again.
Sona chuckled dryly once they were alone, shaking her head slightly at how quickly the humans' suspicion evaporated. "Incredible. Offer a few gold coins saved, and they all lose interest in any investigation."
"Greed," Serafall agreed sagely, a mischievous smirk crossing her lips as she glanced around the now-empty lobby, "is one of humanity's most reliable traits."
"Still," Sona mused quietly, her expression turning thoughtful as she considered the irony of their new venture, "it's rather astonishing that devils-of all beings-will prove more trustworthy bankers than goblins ever were."
Serafall laughed openly at that, linking her arm affectionately through Sona's as she led her toward the massive bronze entrance doors. "Indeed. Let's not tell them, though. Best to keep our true nature secret, So-tan. They needn't know they're in the hands of actual devils..."
— Harry —
...I sighed deeply in satisfaction, sinking back into the comfort of my bed. My head rested lightly against the soft, feather-filled pillow, feeling utterly content with the beautiful redhead draped across my chest. Ginny's slim, toned body pressed gently into mine, warm and flushed, her freckled skin still glistening softly with sweat from our passionate hours together. She nestled in closer, her head tucked comfortably into the crook of my neck, strands of damp ginger hair tickling my skin pleasantly as she cuddled against me.
My eyes traced over her gently, quietly admiring the beautiful sight of her lying so intimately close, her fair skin now marked vividly with evidence of our lovemaking. Purple and red love bites blossomed brightly across her neck and shoulders, mingling with the faint marks left behind by my fingertips and lips.
Glancing lower, my gaze drifted down her toned stomach. I could clearly see my cum slowly seeping from between her reddened, swollen pussy lips. My cock twitched faintly at the sight, despite our earlier activities, as I smiled in quiet satisfaction.
Ginny must have sensed my gaze upon her because she shifted slightly, raising her head lazily to glance up at me with a sleepy, satisfied smile. Her cheeks flushed deeper, her brown eyes sparkling warmly as she caught my lingering gaze upon her naked body.
"Merlin, Harry, you're insatiable," she murmured teasingly, her voice hoarse yet undeniably pleased. She trailed her fingers slowly across my bare chest, tracing gentle patterns against my skin. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm afraid you've ruined regular wizards for me forever," she sighed playfully and dramatically.
I chuckled softly, sliding my fingers up her smooth, naked back and lightly rubbing comforting circles against her skin. "Well, Ginny, that's something I've been meaning to talk to you about for a while now," I began carefully, my voice quiet yet sincere. "The truth is, there's a reason I'm... rather different from other wizards you've been around. You see, I'm not entirely human."
Ginny raised herself slightly, bracing her chin against her palm as she looked down at me with a curious, intrigued expression. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't seem alarmed, merely fascinated. "Not human?" she echoed softly, thoughtfully tilting her head. "Alright, you've definitely got my attention. Go on-what exactly are you, then, Harry?"
I took a deep breath, deciding it was best to be completely open with her. "I'm what's known as a half-devil, Ginny. My mother Lily was human, but my other mother Serafall is a pureblood devil from the Sitri Clan-one of the noble families of the Underworld. It's a long, complicated story, but that's the simplest explanation."
Ginny blinked several times, processing my words carefully. After a moment, her expression softened into gentle understanding, and a slow smile spread across her flushed lips. "That... actually explains quite a bit, come to think of it," she admitted softly, looking thoughtful. "Especially your magic and how you seem to attract so many gorgeous girls like magnets. Wait a minute-your 'harem'! Is that connected to you being a devil somehow?"
I nodded slowly, brushing my fingertips lightly along her side, causing her to shiver slightly under my gentle touch. "It is," I confirmed calmly. "Most of the women-are actually members of my peerage or they will be. Fleur and Gabrielle haven't joined yet, but they want to. It's... complicated, I suppose, but we're family, partners, friends, and lovers all in one. And, Ginny, I'd like to invite you to join me as well, if you wish," I said and gave her a brief rundown on the perks.
"Immortality... eternal youth... those sound absolutely amazing, Harry. And don't think I don't realize just how incredible that offer is. But..." she hesitated, biting her lower lip lightly, clearly conflicted.
"But?" I prompted gently, sensing her hesitation and wanting her to express herself openly.
"But," Ginny finally admitted, looking embarrassed yet determined, "I still have dreams I want to achieve on my own merit. Ever since I was little, I've wanted to become a professional Quidditch player. I want to prove myself by competing fairly against other witches and wizards, without any unfair advantages. As amazing as becoming a devil sounds, it would sort of defeat the whole point, wouldn't it? I'd always wonder if I truly earned my success, or if it was just because I wasn't human anymore."
I smiled warmly at her honesty, stroking my thumb comfortingly across her knuckles. "I completely understand your reasoning, Ginny. And you're right-becoming a devil would enhance your physical abilities dramatically. It certainly would give you unfair advantages over normal humans. If you'd prefer to remain fully human for now, that's completely alright with me. We can revisit the idea whenever you're ready."
Her shoulders visibly relaxed in relief at my words, her smile widening gratefully. "Thank you, Harry. I'm so relieved you understand. I'd absolutely love to join you someday-but maybe not just yet."
I nodded in understanding, sliding my hand back up her bare back, tracing her spine lightly. "There is another option," I told her softly. "I could make you my Contracted Witch."
Ginny tilted her head curiously, her eyes sparkling with renewed interest. "Your contracted witch?" she repeated, intrigued. "I've never heard that term before. What does that mean exactly?"
"It's a special magical pact between a human witch or wizard and a devil," I explained calmly. "You'd remain fully human, no reincarnation involved. But through our contract, you'd naturally receive a boost to your magical power, an enhancement from my own magic. Nothing overwhelming or unfair in a competitive sense since it will just enhance your magic and not your body."
Ginny listened carefully, clearly fascinated by my explanation. "So, I would still technically be human, and I wouldn't have any unfair advantage-just a little bit more magical strength than I already possess naturally?" she clarified excitedly.
"Exactly," I confirmed with a reassuring smile. "And whenever you're ready to take that next step to immortality, whether it's joining my peerage or even joining Sona's peerage-either option is open to you. But for now, a contract would allow us to bond closely. Plus, you would be allowed to visit the underworld as my Contracted Witch."
Leaning down again, she pressed her lips gently yet firmly against mine in a tender, grateful kiss. Pulling back, she smiled beautifully down at me, her eyes filled with warmth and trust. "Then that's exactly what I'd like to do, Harry," she said decisively, voice clear and filled with conviction. "I'd be honored to become your contracted witch. Thank you for giving me this choice..."
I smiled at her. Whether she would choose immortality at the end or choose to remain human was up to her to decide in the future. But for now, we could just enjoy our time together.
Ginny suddenly shot upright off my chest, startling me out of the comfortable, relaxed state I'd settled into. Her eyes were wide with panic, like she'd just remembered something incredibly important!
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, running a hand frantically through her tangled, sweat-dampened red hair. "Harry-bloody hell, I can't believe I forgot!"
She scrambled hastily toward the edge of my bed, trying to swing her legs over the side. But as soon as her bare feet touched the floor, her legs wobbled like jelly beneath her weight. She let out a sharp squeal, her knees buckling completely, and she crashed gracelessly onto her naked bum with a loud smack against the plush carpet.
"Ow!" she complained loudly, wincing as she rubbed her sore backside, looking incredibly annoyed at her uncooperative body.
I couldn't hold back my chuckle at the adorable, utterly frustrated look on her face. Sitting up slightly, I leaned forward, peering down at her with amused curiosity. "Whoa there, Gin. What's wrong? What's got you so flustered all of a sudden?"
She shot me an exasperated glare, though there was still a flush of embarrassment coloring her freckled cheeks. Slowly, she attempted to push herself back onto her shaky legs, gripping the edge of my bed tightly for balance. My eyes drifted downward as I openly admired the way my cum continued to slowly trickle down her pale, toned thighs. Despite the urgency of whatever she'd just remembered, the sight made my cock twitch appreciatively beneath the covers.
"I completely forgot," Ginny finally managed to explain, steadying herself as best she could. "My brother Ron-he's finally being released from St. Mungo's today! They're letting him out of the Mind Healing ward for good, and he's supposed to surprise everyone by joining us at dinner tonight. Mum and Dad are even coming to Hogwarts and are going to be there! Harry, and obviously, I'm supposed to be there too and can't be late!" She released a frustrated groan, clearly irritated with herself for forgetting something so significant. "Which means," she continued, glancing down at her still-shaking legs with a pitiful look, "I somehow have to figure out how to stand up properly in the shower and clean myself off quickly enough to make it down to dinner without anyone noticing what we've been doing up here." She shot me an adorable pout, crossing her arms over her small, perky breasts and looking thoroughly put-out.
