Hawkspoint is running smoothly. I'm in charge, that's just the way it is. But I have men and women under me, men and women that are smart and listen to me and don't seem to have any real ulterior motive. People who know who war works.


And the folks in the village have accepted us. We don't bother them, they do their thing, it works well. They've got some farms and things, so we eat well. Chicken and turkey, but its real fresh meat. We don't have to rely on Voldemort sending us provisions. That wastes men and time.


So here I am, sitting back with my feet up, listening to Draco mumble about establishing government and trade things like that. I don't bother to tell him we can't do that until we've won this thing, It'd just make him mad, and I don't want to fight with him.


Another town's fallen, or so I'm told. Lucius drops by a few times a week, giving me updates. I'm mostly focusing on keeping thing's here running nice and smooth. And of course there's my 'other' lessons.


Voldemort's just shown up. And he's crooking his finger for me to come with him. Draco just smiles, and goes back to his papers. Aw, he's pretending he's important. It's cute when he does that.


"Now my boy, I am afraid the difficult things begin."


"My lord?" Difficult? What's so difficult now? I'm running a town, that's damn difficult.


"You are...important, Ron."


Important. It's nice to hear that word. And he chose it pretty damn carefully. Which either means he didn't really mean it, or it was the best word he could find to express what he was saying. The second one, I think. This is not a man you can catch in a lie.


"Thank you, sir."


"You have many great talents. I wish use all of your talents, to the fullest."


"Er...yes?" Is he coming on to me? It's hard to tell. I don't really think so, but I have absolutely no idea where the hell he's going with this.


"I have great plans for you. This-" We're up on the ramparts now, and he sort of waves his hand to indicate the town. "This is just the beginning. But..." He sighs, and looks at me out of the corner of his eyes. He's sizing me up. "You have been rather far removed from combat. And the more...unseemly aspects you have been forced to deal with have been second hand as well. It is two different things Ron, to order the death of a man and to take his life yourself."


"Ah."


Shit. He wants me to kill someone. Face to face. I think I can do it. As long as it's not someone I know. If it's just some random person...


And I don't think I can kill a girl. Or a little kid.


Shit.


"If you find yourself unable..."


"I'm not." If I find myself unable, I kiss everything goodbye.


"We shall see."


He doesn't take my word for it. Why should he? I've shown no real signs of violence. Okay, I hit Draco once. But he deserved it, and I apologized. But now Voldemort's dragging some kid out, just some kid from town. He's maybe my age, nothing special.


"What has he done?" I have to have a reason to kill him.


"Nothing." Voldemort shrugs.


"No." I shake my head. "I'll kill, but not in cold blood. If I'm going to kill, I'm going to kill with a reason. I'm not going to kill some innocent kid just to prove a point. Give me a...a war prisoner, or a murdered, or someone who deserves to die. Then I'll do it."


Maybe I'm taking a chance here, but he know's how I work. And he's looking at me real closely. And nodding. He lets the kid go.


"You are a very perplexing young man." But he's smiling, so perplexing is a good thing. "You are a soldier. You were born to be a soldier, I believe. And not a foot soldier, a commander. You have a keen mind, and a clear sense of justice. You will swing a sword, but not in anger. Men like you do not come along very often."


"Thank you." I've never looked at myself that way. I'm just a guy, doing what it takes to get by. I'm not some super soldier.


"I will bring you one who deserves to die, then. Tomorrow. Now...enjoy your day." He smiles, and he's gone again. Damn it. Well, at least he sort of respects me.


Big plans for me. He has big plans for me. I should probably be scared. But I'm not. I'm pretty damn well pleased. In fact, I think I want myself that woman right about now.


It's not hard to find one that takes my fancy. And by the way she's looking at me, I think I've taken her fancy as well. She's a buxom black haired lass, and I think she likes a man in uniform. Which is fine with me, since I *am* a man in uniform.


"Hey." I sidle on up to her. She's down by the river-which is a damn good thing to have, because even wit magic you need to get energy from somewhere-and she's hauling water. Maybe it's not the greatest opening line, but oh well. She just laughs, and tosses her head.


"A saucy wench..." I say, smiling wickedly at her. She dips her head, and it's sort of coy. But at this point I don't care.


"May I help you?" She bats her long lashes at me, and I can feel a twitch or two.


"Maybe..." I prop one leg up ona rock, and sort of lean in towards her.


"Oh?" Pouty bottom lip, breasts thrust forward...she has an amazing set on her. Plump and round, and I
can't wait to get my hands on them.


"Well....General's life is hard." I say, giving a little shrug.


"Is it?" She asks, acting all innocent and coy. Her hair's nice and thick and curly.


"Oh yeah." I flex, not that she can see anything through my coat.


"How hard is it?" Aw, isn't that cute. A play on words.


"It can be damn hard. Lonely, sometimes." I've got Draco, but Draco is not a soft and pliant woman, with soft pliant woman-parts.


"It must be awful."


"It is, it is." I sigh, dramatically.


"I wish I could help you..."


"Maybe you can, maybe you can." I lean in real close now. "How'd you like to see what a general's sword looks like?" Oh yeah, I'm *real* smooth.


"I'd love to."


Maybe I am smooth after all. I lead her up to the fort-I sort of want to give it a name. For Ron, or something-and to my rooms. Draco's there, and he just gives a little sniff.


"I thought you were off learning things."


"I was." I close the door. Sirius is folding my clothes. It's a wonderful thing to see. "I finished, and now I'm going to enjoy myself."


Sirius keeps looking up at the girl. I don't even know her name. I don't even care. She's got soft breasts and a nice round bottom, and everything that connects them is pretty damn nice as well. And that's all I care about. She sort of looks at Draco and Sirius oddly, but I grab her around the waist and give her a quick kiss.


"You never mind them." I tell her. She looks really young. I hadn't noticed that till now. And she's starting to look a little apprehensive. Like she made a mistake. It's all well and good to flirt with danger, but to go to it's bed...


I really don't care. I'm not going to let some little cock tease make a fool out of me. I take off my coat and my boots.


"Well?" She's just standing there. I sigh.


"Black, scram." I shoo him away, but he keeps looking at the girl like he wants a peice. He probably does, but this one's mine. Draco gives a droll little yawn.


"I really don't need to see this." He hops off of the bed, and gives me a little peck on the cheek. "Enjoy yourself. And make sure it's gone when I get back."


I swat him on the rump as he goes out, and then I turn back to my new friend. She's staring at the floor. I cross the room, and I tilt her chin up, and I kiss her again. She's got a nice soft mouth. I play with her breasts for a bit through her dress, and I can feel her nipples get hard. I tweak them a bit, and stand back. I like the way she looks like that, flushed and hot and all that.


"Let's get this off..." I pull her dress down a little, and she smiles and lets the top fall open. She really does have amazing breasts. I take them in my bare hands, rolling her nipples with my thumbs before lowering my mouth to them. I've missed this. My other hand slides down between her legs, bunching up the material of her dress as I do so. She's nice and warm down there, and I fight through her skirts to get to her knickers. But she kind of bats my hands away, and drops down to her knees. Okay, this is all right. She undoes my pants and takes my cock out, and starts sucking away like a pro.


I haven't had a woman on her knees for me in a damn long time. And her mouth feels good, but I can get that from Draco. It's not her mouth that I want. I haul her up to her feet, and I pull the dress down a little more. She just gives me this weak little smile, and squirms out of my grip.


"Playing hard to get, huh?"


I'm not in the mood for games. I've got to kill somebody tomorrow, I don't want to deal with some immature little bitch who thinks she's got the upper hand. I grab he by he wrist, and I pull her up against me. She fights a little, but then she's nice and limp in my arms. And she's got one arm around my neck and the other one...


Fishing about in her skirts. Finally, she's going to take that damn thing off. I've got both hands on her waist, and my cock's pressing into her stomach and it feels pretty good to be here like this.


As it turns out, she isn't going for her skirts. She's got a knife. She's got a fucking knife. Smart girl, not using a wand. Stupid girl, not knowing the right place to stab. Pain blossoms in my mid section, but it's a shallow would that missed any vital organs. She's running, but she doesn't get far. I never keep my wand far, and I guess I don't fire warning shots either.


It's sort of weird, looking at her She fell face down. She tried to kill me. She seduced me, to kill me. It's...it's sort of unreal. I never once thought that there would be people who wanted me dead. But they do. Because they see me as a bad guy.


I can't even really process what I just did. I sort of toe her body a little, and wince. There's no marks on her or anything, but her eyes...they're all cold. Dead. It's creepy. I really don't like it all that much. No wonder she wanted Draco and Sirius gone. So she could kill me.


Now it's down to their side and mine. They were never my enemies, until she drew that knife on me. That changed everything. Then I killed her, and they changed even more.


Oh well. Voldemort will be happy to hear this. He can be taught! I tuck my rapidly dwindling cock back into my pants and open the door. There's a sentry there. Young kid, probably only sixteen. I tell him that there's a mess that needs taking care of. I go to the bathroom, and wash my face. Everything's fine. I'm in control. That's good. I look at myself in the mirror. I look fine. I wink at myself, give myself a little smile, and tell myself it's all good.


Then I go and throw up.


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