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The next day, somewhere in Surrey Hills.
Twenty Vanguards, dressed in full armor, coat, and mask, stood in alert around an old wooden cabin. Inside the cabin, three figures stood around a table. One was masked, the second was old, and the third was a pudgy man dressed in a neat suit and hat.
"Mr. X, while your offer is most intriguing, I'm afraid it lies quite beyond the capabilities of the Ministry," Minister Cornelius Fudge said, with a smile on his face.
Initially, Fudge didn't believe that Voldemort had returned. But slowly, he came to believe it as it got too hard to just ignore. And now, when Dumbledore told him about the Vanguards, he was excited and much in favor of it. All Fudge wanted to do was make this Voldemort problem vanish as quietly as possible, so he could continue being the Minister in peace.
But the price was too steep. Even for the Ministry, sixty million Galleons was a lot.
Dudley, arms at ease behind him, with a deep voice, firmly spoke. To the point, no useless words. "That's why I'm here with an offer. I've been authorized to bring the price down to twenty million Galleons—on the condition that the Ministry formally recognizes Vanguards as a legal entity. A private security agency, built by wizards, for wizards."
Fudge and Dumbledore shared a glance. Both of them knew well what it would mean to legally recognize them. That was akin to letting a foreign, private wizard army enter their country.
"Your concerns are valid, and that's exactly why we've drawn up this contract, to establish a clear legal framework." Dudley pushed a sheet of paper towards the two men.
Fudge grabbed the papers and read them alongside Dumbledore. It went over the contract and also the various scopes of the Vanguards once legally accepted.
And really, the terms were enticing. It said that Vanguards would give five percent of the profits generated in the United Kingdom to the Ministry. The Vanguards will not meddle in the Ministry's functions or their investigations. Furthermore, the Vanguards will cooperate with the Aurors within a reasonable limit. The Vanguards will not involve themselves in any Dark Magic-related or illegal work…
The contract was basically about the Vanguards willingly offering to limit their authority and reach. Even offering taxes to the Ministry. Though the secrecy of the organization was still given the highest priority, making the Ministry unauthorized to investigate, arrest, or unmask any Vanguard member. However, in case a Vanguard committed a crime, the Ministry was to inform the Vanguard's higher-ups, who would investigate and hand over the criminal.
"This… This level of secrecy."
"They're people, Minister, men and women with families. My organization doesn't gamble with human lives. Every member matters, and each one is vital to what we do," Dudley firmly stated. "This is my only and final offer."
Fudge looked at Dumbledore for any advice.
"We'll need some time to consider—"
Dudley shook his head, interrupting Dumbledore. "You have one hour only. Mr. Dursley sent us, that's why we're entertaining such a negotiation. He has already made an offer to pay the full three billion within a few months. To him, the Dark Lord is a nuisance that's affecting his business."
"Then why didn't you take his offer?" Fudge asked.
"We've chosen not to remain a grey area any longer. Vanguards exist to protect the vulnerable. The likes of the Dark Lord not only harm those they look down upon, but they also disrupt entire communities, economies, and lives. Living in fear because someone deems you less than them... that's the mark of a broken society. We protect those most vulnerable—The feared and wealthy."
Dudley looked at his watch then. "If you do not wish to entertain this offer, we can end this meeting."
"Not! Wait!" Fudge exclaimed.
Hah! Got you!
Dudley understood Fudge greatly. To Fudge, nothing mattered but his position and image. There was no doubt in Fudge's mind that the Vanguards could take down Voldemort with sheer numbers. But what Fudge didn't want was for Dudley to take all the credit for it. If Fudge could earn some of the credit for bringing down the Dark Lord, he believed his position would be secured for at least another decade.
"Consider it done! Twenty million and this agreement. It's well within the Ministry's remit, I assure you."
As always, weak men create tough times.
Dudley sighed inside. If he were a truly devious, dark, sinister man, with the legalization deal, he could take over the entire Wizarding Britain. Fudge lacked the insight. And Dumbledore, he couldn't think of anything but Voldemort right now.
"Then let us make it official, Minister."
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A day passed, and it was the last day before Dudley had to return to Hogwarts. Having sent Petunia for a seven-month-long work holiday, he had nothing to worry about and nothing to go home to. So, he spent the entire day in his office, dealing with all the paperwork that needed his attention.
Most of the paperwork he dealt with was investment strategies. Dudley knew the names of the people and companies, so he knew what to buy, where to invest, and what to sell.
Knock! Knock!
"Hm?" Dudley frowned and gave the clock a look. It was already ten at night, and everyone was supposed to be gone. He looked out the window, and it was heavily raining outside.
"Your coffee, Sir."
"Narcissa? Why're you still at work?" Dudley asked, though he already knew the answer. Being so inaccessible over the last few days, and Hogwarts resuming tomorrow, she only had that night to have a moment with him. And he was sure she wanted to leave behind a very strong impression.
"I'm your personal secretary, Sir," Narcissa replied, the top two buttons of her office shirt left open as always, her black bra giving a few glimpses. Her skirt was high, even above her knees, revealing her stocking-covered long legs. Topped with her untied hair, she looked no less than an angel who descended to seduce a mortal.
And it was working.
"Thanks, really." He said and took the cup. He eyed her charming, mature face, noticing the extra red lipstick she was wearing. Then her body, a seductive hourglass of softness.
"It's my job, Sir."
He nodded and noticed the new mobile phone in her other hand. "Have you learned how to use it?"
Narcissa shook her head. "Not yet, Sir. But I'm slowly learning it."
"Then…" Dudley put the coffee cup away. "Come here, I'll teach you how to use it. It's rather simple."
And shamelessly, he patted his lap.
There was silence and hesitation. But then Narcissa moved, her heels tapped on the floor, and she walked around the table to Dudley's chair. Finally, wasting not a second, she turned around and rested her hips on his lap sideways.
Fuck! Dudley cursed, already getting hard by the weight of her soft, cloud-like ass. A fucking goddess, truly.
Dudley quickly placed an arm behind her back, circling her waist and giving her some support. Both her feet dangled in the air. The full weight of her body was on his loins, and they reacted. His hardness nudged up at her. He was sure she felt it.
For a moment, he savored her expensive perfume and the warm closeness of her body. Then, he returned to his calm and controlled demeanor.
"Let me show you," Dudley said and took the mobile phone from her hand.
Oh? As soon as he took the phone, she put that free arm around his neck, leaning sideways onto his chest, her round, luscious breasts squeezed into him.
He could feel her racing heartbeat. He was sure she felt him as well. While she was purely nervous, he was more horny.
"This bar on the left shows you how strong the signal is. The higher this bar, the better you'll be able to hear and connect with the other side." He explained the features, his throbbing cock constantly prodding at her asscheek the whole time. "The right one is the battery…"
"Hmm…" Narcissa exhaled a deep breath. Her face leaned closer to the side of his face. He could feel her warm breath on his skin.
"This is the menu, and it takes you to messages, contacts…"
In a few minutes, the explanation came to an end, and Dudley put the phone on the table. With the free hand, he started caressing her exposed, stocking-clad thighs. They were so smooth and warm that he felt hot throughout his body.
"Thank you, Mr. Dursley. I don't think I'll forget it again." Narcissa said breathily, her lips softly popping near his ear.
Hot! Dudley wrapped his arm tighter around her waist, feeling how full and soft the woman was. He didn't like using that word often, but she was the greatest amongst the greatest milfs.
"How will I ever thank you for this help?" She asked.
"I'd say, you've already done enough to help." Dudley cheekily replied, sensing the hesitation in her. "It's getting late, you should go home now, Narcissa."
"No one is waiting for me there, Mr. Dursley," Narcissa whispered, her arm tightening with feline ease. Her lips hovered scandalously close.
"Want me to drop you off at your home then?" Dudley asked back, turning his face to directly look at hers. And fuck, he almost melted there. That dreamy, glassiness in her eyes, her warm breath, and her red lips were so close.
"Maybe…" Narcissa murmured and daringly caressed his neck with her other hand. "We don't need to go anywhere… Um…"
With those words, she crossed all boundaries. Narcissa Malfoy, on her own, rubbed her lips on Dudley's, coating him with her red lipstick.
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