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Harry Potter: Demon Possessed
Chapter Ten: The Kitten
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Hermione hadn't voiced all of her thoughts on the matter of Harry having slaves. No, not all of them. She fumed inside, searching room after room for the newly-made demon.
"Nina!" she said, spotting the older girl in the hallway. "Have you seen Harry?"
"Yeah, Master's hanging in the library with Hannah. Why?"
"I just need to talk to him," the bushy-haired witch said as she passed the slave. The library was an area where she had spent a lot of time while there, searching endlessly for anything that may be of use. There were quite a few spells that were powerful enough, but far too dark to be even legal.
Harry James Potter, I am going to kill you.
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Harry sneezed halfway through a thought.
"Bless you, Master," Hannah said, reading at a table in her dog-girl form.
"Thanks, Hannah," Harry said, rubbing his nose. He returned to his thoughts about what the Okami siblings had told him.
They act like they're on my side, but whose side are they really on? He thought. Why would they help? And who do they mean?
"Master?" Hannah asked suddenly. "Why did we come here?"
"Huh?"
"Why did we come here, Master? I know it isn't my place to question your orders, but I'm curious as to why you would go to the headquarters of someone trying to find you."
"Where better to go than where they won't look?" Harry asked simply. He craned his neck to where he could see Hannah, who was upside-down from his perspective.
"Harry!" someone shouted, banging open the door. The demon looked at the entrance to the room and saw an upside-down Hermione glowering at him. He met her gaze with a playfully teasing one of his own.
"That's me," he said, dropping from his inverted perch on one of the hanging lights and landing on the floor. Of course!
"Slavery, Harry. It's just like the house-elves!"
"To be perfectly honest, it isn't."
"Yes it is!"
"Nina did it to herself, and Hannah asked me to. They wanted it, right Hannah?"
"Yes, Master."
"That's just it!" Hermione shrieked at him. "That ritual brainwashed them! It's dark magic!"
"Is it?" Harry asked, catching Hermione's hands as she tried to slap him. He held them and gazed directly into the witch's eyes. "Is it really dark? Or is that just a label someone put on it because they didn't like the spell? Einstein once said that darkness does not exist: it is merely the absence of light."
"Or an absence of good," Hermione countered, "which would make it evil."
"Maybe, but isn't that an opinion?" Harry asked, leaning in so that their faces were only a centimeter apart. Hermione blushed spectacularly but met his gaze unyieldingly.
"No, that's a fact," she said stoutly.
"If you say so. I just think you're jealous because you wanted me first," he quipped. "If you did, you should have said something."
"You...you...," she stammered, taken aback by the brash statement. Any comment she had was stopped when he muttered a string of Latin and kissed her. A bright light surrounded them, and Hermione didn't feel mad at Harry anymore. In fact, she felt stupid for ever doubting him and unworthy to call him Master.
"I'm sorry, Master, nya," she said as soon as the kiss was broken and dropped to the floor. "I should never have believed you to be in error, nya. It won't happen again, I promise, nya!"
Harry quirked an eyebrow at the change in demeanor and took in his new slave's appearance. She looked somewhat like a centaur, but closer inspection showed more of a resemblance to a lion than a horse. Her lower body stretched into that of a lioness, with a tufted tail hanging between her rear legs. Harry noted that her breasts had grown a bit, and that her clothes were stretched across her new form. She was lucky she was wearing a skirt; otherwise, she'd be shy one pair of pants. She looked up at him with bright green eyes with slit pupils-she was covered in dusty tan fur, except for the white that covered her front and stomach.
"Who is your Master?" Harry smirked.
"You, Master, nya."
"Good. Hermione, when you are in public, or with anyone other than me or my slaves, you will not refer to me as 'Master.' You will call me simply 'Harry.' Understood?"
"Absolutely, Master, nya," she mewled and looked over to Hannah. "Do you think I could get a collar, too, nya?"
"Sorry, Mione. We're trying to keep this secret from everyone. You are forbidden to tell anyone about you being my slave."
"Yes, Master, nya," Hermione said.
"Now, go back to what you were doing before you came here," he ordered after telling her how to shift back and forth between forms. Human Hermione was significantly more reserved than lioness Hermione, who seemed to be...weird.
"Nina, we've added the next slave. Don't give her a collar just yet and keep an eye on her," Harry ordered his first slave.
"Yes, Master."
"And thanks for drawing that circle in the library. It was a good idea."
"I thought you may like it, Master. Here comes Hermione, I'll go make sure she keeps quiet."
"Good."
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"Miss Huldeberaht, you'll be transferring into sixth year," McGonagall explained a few days later. "I've been in contact with your parents, and they've explained that you received a basic magical education, but never finished at the Munich Magic Preliminary School."
"That's right, Professor," the blonde answered. She and the older woman were in one of the few emptied-but-still-not-used rooms. The German had found that she needed to take the O.W.L.S. to be able to enter sixth year with her Master. She wasn't too worried: not being able to perform the magic had left her with more time to study the theory and mechanics behind the spells.
"You'll take O.W.L.S. in Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Astronomy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions," the Professor continued, laying a stack of papers on the girl's desk. "Today will be the written exams for Charms and Herbology. Practical exams for those two will be this afternoon."
"What about History of Magic?" Nina asked with an air of genuine curiosity. "I thought that that was really important."
"Well, to tell the truth," McGonagall said, unwittingly falling prey to Nina's patented "Innocent Little Girl" technique, "History of Magic isn't as vital as everyone says. It's mostly used to keep the students focused in other classes by allowing them time to sleep while, at the same time, keeping the Board of Governors happy."
"Oh," Nina said with a disappointment-filled tone. She quietly turned the packet over at McGonagall's curt "Begin" and began her examination.
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"You were right about the Mandrakes, Hannah," Nina admitted after dinner that night. She collapsed on the bed they shared with their Master and sighed. "verdammte schreiende Wurzeln"
"They didn't bite you, did they?" Hannah asked. She remembered quite clearly the extra time she had spent with her Head of House caring for the evil-minded root-babies. She shuddered involuntarily, her floppy ears flapping freely.
"Once," Nina said straight-faced. She laid there for a while and almost fell asleep when she felt something on the bed moving around at high speed.
"What're you doing?" she demanded, lifting her head. What she saw almost made her burst out laughing, despite her tiredness. The young inumimi was spinning around on all fours on the spot. Nina did end up laughing, though--mostly at the younger blonde's expression of surprise and pain when she managed to finally catch her tail and bite down on it.
"And just what possessed you to do that?" Nina questioned. Hannah pulled a few strands of fur out of her mouth before replying.
"Well, Scoundrel, our dog, did it a lot, and I was just wondering what it felt like," Hannah admitted, a bright blush on her cheeks. Nina giggled a little.
"So you like to experiment," she commented off-handedly. "Good. That'll make nights in the future more fun...."
"Nina, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing, miene Schwester," Nina answered coyly. She laid back down and pretended to fall asleep, smirking into the pillow at Hannah's continued interrogation.
"Nina, tell me!"
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Helloooooo, Peeeoooopplllllessss!!!
Sorry about the late update, but this one's been a right-sized pita lately. Review answers:
To devo193: You happy now?
To Dragen: Close, but not quite. Wait and see.
To Knives: Oingo Boingo's a band. go look them up.
To everyone commenting on the OC's. THERE IS ONLY ONE THAT IS A MAIN POINT IN THE PLOT!!! THAT ONE (SINGULAR!!!) IS NINA HULDEBERAHT!!!
To matthiasblack: Wait and you shall see.
Thank you wor reading, please leave a review on your way out. Thank you!
And sorry about the German. I really only know enough to get laughed at.
Chapter Ten: The Kitten
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Hermione hadn't voiced all of her thoughts on the matter of Harry having slaves. No, not all of them. She fumed inside, searching room after room for the newly-made demon.
"Nina!" she said, spotting the older girl in the hallway. "Have you seen Harry?"
"Yeah, Master's hanging in the library with Hannah. Why?"
"I just need to talk to him," the bushy-haired witch said as she passed the slave. The library was an area where she had spent a lot of time while there, searching endlessly for anything that may be of use. There were quite a few spells that were powerful enough, but far too dark to be even legal.
Harry James Potter, I am going to kill you.
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Harry sneezed halfway through a thought.
"Bless you, Master," Hannah said, reading at a table in her dog-girl form.
"Thanks, Hannah," Harry said, rubbing his nose. He returned to his thoughts about what the Okami siblings had told him.
They act like they're on my side, but whose side are they really on? He thought. Why would they help? And who do they mean?
"Master?" Hannah asked suddenly. "Why did we come here?"
"Huh?"
"Why did we come here, Master? I know it isn't my place to question your orders, but I'm curious as to why you would go to the headquarters of someone trying to find you."
"Where better to go than where they won't look?" Harry asked simply. He craned his neck to where he could see Hannah, who was upside-down from his perspective.
"Harry!" someone shouted, banging open the door. The demon looked at the entrance to the room and saw an upside-down Hermione glowering at him. He met her gaze with a playfully teasing one of his own.
"That's me," he said, dropping from his inverted perch on one of the hanging lights and landing on the floor. Of course!
"Slavery, Harry. It's just like the house-elves!"
"To be perfectly honest, it isn't."
"Yes it is!"
"Nina did it to herself, and Hannah asked me to. They wanted it, right Hannah?"
"Yes, Master."
"That's just it!" Hermione shrieked at him. "That ritual brainwashed them! It's dark magic!"
"Is it?" Harry asked, catching Hermione's hands as she tried to slap him. He held them and gazed directly into the witch's eyes. "Is it really dark? Or is that just a label someone put on it because they didn't like the spell? Einstein once said that darkness does not exist: it is merely the absence of light."
"Or an absence of good," Hermione countered, "which would make it evil."
"Maybe, but isn't that an opinion?" Harry asked, leaning in so that their faces were only a centimeter apart. Hermione blushed spectacularly but met his gaze unyieldingly.
"No, that's a fact," she said stoutly.
"If you say so. I just think you're jealous because you wanted me first," he quipped. "If you did, you should have said something."
"You...you...," she stammered, taken aback by the brash statement. Any comment she had was stopped when he muttered a string of Latin and kissed her. A bright light surrounded them, and Hermione didn't feel mad at Harry anymore. In fact, she felt stupid for ever doubting him and unworthy to call him Master.
"I'm sorry, Master, nya," she said as soon as the kiss was broken and dropped to the floor. "I should never have believed you to be in error, nya. It won't happen again, I promise, nya!"
Harry quirked an eyebrow at the change in demeanor and took in his new slave's appearance. She looked somewhat like a centaur, but closer inspection showed more of a resemblance to a lion than a horse. Her lower body stretched into that of a lioness, with a tufted tail hanging between her rear legs. Harry noted that her breasts had grown a bit, and that her clothes were stretched across her new form. She was lucky she was wearing a skirt; otherwise, she'd be shy one pair of pants. She looked up at him with bright green eyes with slit pupils-she was covered in dusty tan fur, except for the white that covered her front and stomach.
"Who is your Master?" Harry smirked.
"You, Master, nya."
"Good. Hermione, when you are in public, or with anyone other than me or my slaves, you will not refer to me as 'Master.' You will call me simply 'Harry.' Understood?"
"Absolutely, Master, nya," she mewled and looked over to Hannah. "Do you think I could get a collar, too, nya?"
"Sorry, Mione. We're trying to keep this secret from everyone. You are forbidden to tell anyone about you being my slave."
"Yes, Master, nya," Hermione said.
"Now, go back to what you were doing before you came here," he ordered after telling her how to shift back and forth between forms. Human Hermione was significantly more reserved than lioness Hermione, who seemed to be...weird.
"Nina, we've added the next slave. Don't give her a collar just yet and keep an eye on her," Harry ordered his first slave.
"Yes, Master."
"And thanks for drawing that circle in the library. It was a good idea."
"I thought you may like it, Master. Here comes Hermione, I'll go make sure she keeps quiet."
"Good."
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"Miss Huldeberaht, you'll be transferring into sixth year," McGonagall explained a few days later. "I've been in contact with your parents, and they've explained that you received a basic magical education, but never finished at the Munich Magic Preliminary School."
"That's right, Professor," the blonde answered. She and the older woman were in one of the few emptied-but-still-not-used rooms. The German had found that she needed to take the O.W.L.S. to be able to enter sixth year with her Master. She wasn't too worried: not being able to perform the magic had left her with more time to study the theory and mechanics behind the spells.
"You'll take O.W.L.S. in Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Astronomy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions," the Professor continued, laying a stack of papers on the girl's desk. "Today will be the written exams for Charms and Herbology. Practical exams for those two will be this afternoon."
"What about History of Magic?" Nina asked with an air of genuine curiosity. "I thought that that was really important."
"Well, to tell the truth," McGonagall said, unwittingly falling prey to Nina's patented "Innocent Little Girl" technique, "History of Magic isn't as vital as everyone says. It's mostly used to keep the students focused in other classes by allowing them time to sleep while, at the same time, keeping the Board of Governors happy."
"Oh," Nina said with a disappointment-filled tone. She quietly turned the packet over at McGonagall's curt "Begin" and began her examination.
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"You were right about the Mandrakes, Hannah," Nina admitted after dinner that night. She collapsed on the bed they shared with their Master and sighed. "verdammte schreiende Wurzeln"
"They didn't bite you, did they?" Hannah asked. She remembered quite clearly the extra time she had spent with her Head of House caring for the evil-minded root-babies. She shuddered involuntarily, her floppy ears flapping freely.
"Once," Nina said straight-faced. She laid there for a while and almost fell asleep when she felt something on the bed moving around at high speed.
"What're you doing?" she demanded, lifting her head. What she saw almost made her burst out laughing, despite her tiredness. The young inumimi was spinning around on all fours on the spot. Nina did end up laughing, though--mostly at the younger blonde's expression of surprise and pain when she managed to finally catch her tail and bite down on it.
"And just what possessed you to do that?" Nina questioned. Hannah pulled a few strands of fur out of her mouth before replying.
"Well, Scoundrel, our dog, did it a lot, and I was just wondering what it felt like," Hannah admitted, a bright blush on her cheeks. Nina giggled a little.
"So you like to experiment," she commented off-handedly. "Good. That'll make nights in the future more fun...."
"Nina, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing, miene Schwester," Nina answered coyly. She laid back down and pretended to fall asleep, smirking into the pillow at Hannah's continued interrogation.
"Nina, tell me!"
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Helloooooo, Peeeoooopplllllessss!!!
Sorry about the late update, but this one's been a right-sized pita lately. Review answers:
To devo193: You happy now?
To Dragen: Close, but not quite. Wait and see.
To Knives: Oingo Boingo's a band. go look them up.
To everyone commenting on the OC's. THERE IS ONLY ONE THAT IS A MAIN POINT IN THE PLOT!!! THAT ONE (SINGULAR!!!) IS NINA HULDEBERAHT!!!
To matthiasblack: Wait and you shall see.
Thank you wor reading, please leave a review on your way out. Thank you!
And sorry about the German. I really only know enough to get laughed at.
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