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Harry Potter: Demon Possessed
Chapter Eleven: The Train
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Harry glanced out the rain-streaked window for what felt like the hundredth time. He had already changed into his robes to hide his tail and feet, while his hair was pulled over his pointed ears. Nina was reading her Transfiguration textbook across from him in the train compartment, and Hannah was lying beside him with her head in his lap. Both were in their human forms, as Harry didn't want to reveal this to the entire school.
Yet.
Hermione was still in the prefects' compartment, along with Ron, and Ginny was with some of her friends in another compartment. They were alone.
"Nina," Harry said suddenly. "What do you think of the Okami Siblings?"
"You mean Kokennin, Mana, and Naba?"
"Yeah, them. I can't figure out whose side they're on," he admitted.
"They defended Master," Hannah provided, "and told you about Dumbledore using you."
"I know," Harry said, his pointed ears catching the sounds of footsteps in the hallway. "But I don't think we can trust them."
"Well, we shouldn't have to deal with them again. Naba said that they were going to be staying at the Order's headquarters," Nina added. She was cut off from saying anything else when the compartment door slid open.
"Well, if it isn't Scarhead," drawled a greasy voice. Harry didn't have to look up to know it was Draco Malfoy, silver boy of Slytherin, flanked by his cronies Crabbe and Goyle.
"What do you want?" Harry tersely demanded. He had enough on his mind already--bleach blondie here didn't have to make it worse.
"I just wanted to check up on you, Potter," Malfoy said with mock sympathy. "After all, your mangy mutt of a godfather died, didn't he?"
In approximately two seconds, both Crabbe and Goyle (each of whom weighed at least twice as much as Harry did) were dead from the neck up and sprawled across the floor. In approximately one half of a second, Malfoy found himself being smashed into the ceiling, wall, floor, other wall, and finally through the window. He panicked, knowing that they were on a bridge at that moment and that he was sure to die. However, someone must have thought he deserved to live and grabbed him by the ankle.
Harry held onto his enemy's leg, silently debating whether to just drop him the hundred meters or so down the gorge or to pull him up and knock him around some more. Deciding that, if the ferret wasn't dead, he'd have a lot more fun, Harry threw the flustered, cut, bruised, and wet blonde into the room and onto the floor.
"Say anything about Sirius again," he hissed menacingly, picking him up by the front of his robes, "and I won't pull you back up. Got it?"
"Eat shit, Potter," Malfoy spat, reaching for his pocketed wand. His eyes widened when he found-or rather, didn't find-his wand.
"What was that?" Harry said, lifting the somewhat heavier teen into the air. "I didn't quite hear you." Malfoy let loose a string of foul words, including something about his mother and a dog.
"Okay, then," Harry quipped, moving back towards the window. "I'll just explain to your parents that you jumped off the train when your little bitch Pansy tried to strip. I think they'll buy that-your taste in girls is rather questionable."
"All students should be aware that we are approaching Hogsmeade Station. Please leave all possessions in the compartments. Thank you."
"Looks like you're saved by the bell," Harry taunted, dropping the frightened Slytherin like a sack of rocks. "Now get out."
"You-you'll hear from my father about this!" he shouted back, scrabbling over the fallen bodies of his cronies in his flight.
"That was fun," Nina commented offhandedly, as if she had merely played a game of checkers.
"Bastard needs to learn to keep his mouth shut," Harry said, sitting back down. Hannah put her head back in his lap, and he petted her as he talked. "I want both of you to be on guard. If he tries anything, rip him apart."
"I don't think he'll be able to do anything soon," Hannah chirped from her comfortable position. She practically smelt the confusion in the air. She sat up and pulled a thin strip of wood out of her sleeve. "He doesn't have a wand."
"How'd you get that?" Harry and Nina asked in unison.
"That's for me to know and to tell you later."
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"Mr. Potter, may I talk to you?" McGonagall asked when Harry stepped off the carriage he, Hannah, Nina, and Hermione had rode up to the school.
"What about?"
"Your sleeping arrangements. Albus has agreed to acknowledge your ownership of Miss Huldeberaht and Miss Abbott, and he has given you one of the more...discrete rooms for your usage. I'll show you to them after the feast."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said. In all honesty, he hadn't thought about where Nina was going to stay. He assumed that they would just stay in the dormitories, but this would allow for more...quality time...with his slaves.
"On a side note," McGonagall continued, "you wouldn't happen to have anything to do with Malfoy's current state, would you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry said, gently pushing past her and into the Entrance Hall. The woman scoffed at the blatant disrespect but chalked it up to teenaged demonic hormones.
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"Master, is this really a good idea?" Hermione asked quietly. McGonagall had led them to his new residence while at the castle and left promptly.
"What?"
"I want to stay with you," Hermione said.
"Hermione, you need to go to the Gryffindor dorms so that you won't make people suspect something," Harry explained. He saw his newest slave's put-off expression and continued. "Don't worry. You'll be able to come in every now and then, just not for a bit. Okay?"
"Y...yes, Master," Hermione said.
"Now get going," Harry ordered, adding a playful slap to her ass to start her into moving. He took a look at his other two slaves and took in their appearances. The robes were fetching, but the demon was already planning something more...revealing...for them to wear while with him.
"So, classes start tomorrow?" Nina asked, picking at the Gryffindor badge on her robe. No one else may have known, but the Sorting Hat actually tried to put her in Slytherin, but had placed her in Gryffindor at her insistence. She had to look after her Master, after all.
"Yeah," Harry answered as they walked through the hidden door to their new rooms. "We probably should get some rest, but I don't feel all that tired. What about you two?"
Harry chuckled to himself as both of his slaves immediately threw off their clothes and began disrobing him.
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Sorry about the lateness of this one. I've had a lot of stuff going on over here.
Also sorry about the shortness of the chappy. I'm trying to get it to the good stuff, but it's taking a while.
As always, reviews are appreciated, and ideas are welcome. If you have any suggestions (not for slaves or forms), feel free to submit them.
Thank you very much, and please leave a review.
Pillsy
Chapter Eleven: The Train
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Harry glanced out the rain-streaked window for what felt like the hundredth time. He had already changed into his robes to hide his tail and feet, while his hair was pulled over his pointed ears. Nina was reading her Transfiguration textbook across from him in the train compartment, and Hannah was lying beside him with her head in his lap. Both were in their human forms, as Harry didn't want to reveal this to the entire school.
Yet.
Hermione was still in the prefects' compartment, along with Ron, and Ginny was with some of her friends in another compartment. They were alone.
"Nina," Harry said suddenly. "What do you think of the Okami Siblings?"
"You mean Kokennin, Mana, and Naba?"
"Yeah, them. I can't figure out whose side they're on," he admitted.
"They defended Master," Hannah provided, "and told you about Dumbledore using you."
"I know," Harry said, his pointed ears catching the sounds of footsteps in the hallway. "But I don't think we can trust them."
"Well, we shouldn't have to deal with them again. Naba said that they were going to be staying at the Order's headquarters," Nina added. She was cut off from saying anything else when the compartment door slid open.
"Well, if it isn't Scarhead," drawled a greasy voice. Harry didn't have to look up to know it was Draco Malfoy, silver boy of Slytherin, flanked by his cronies Crabbe and Goyle.
"What do you want?" Harry tersely demanded. He had enough on his mind already--bleach blondie here didn't have to make it worse.
"I just wanted to check up on you, Potter," Malfoy said with mock sympathy. "After all, your mangy mutt of a godfather died, didn't he?"
In approximately two seconds, both Crabbe and Goyle (each of whom weighed at least twice as much as Harry did) were dead from the neck up and sprawled across the floor. In approximately one half of a second, Malfoy found himself being smashed into the ceiling, wall, floor, other wall, and finally through the window. He panicked, knowing that they were on a bridge at that moment and that he was sure to die. However, someone must have thought he deserved to live and grabbed him by the ankle.
Harry held onto his enemy's leg, silently debating whether to just drop him the hundred meters or so down the gorge or to pull him up and knock him around some more. Deciding that, if the ferret wasn't dead, he'd have a lot more fun, Harry threw the flustered, cut, bruised, and wet blonde into the room and onto the floor.
"Say anything about Sirius again," he hissed menacingly, picking him up by the front of his robes, "and I won't pull you back up. Got it?"
"Eat shit, Potter," Malfoy spat, reaching for his pocketed wand. His eyes widened when he found-or rather, didn't find-his wand.
"What was that?" Harry said, lifting the somewhat heavier teen into the air. "I didn't quite hear you." Malfoy let loose a string of foul words, including something about his mother and a dog.
"Okay, then," Harry quipped, moving back towards the window. "I'll just explain to your parents that you jumped off the train when your little bitch Pansy tried to strip. I think they'll buy that-your taste in girls is rather questionable."
"All students should be aware that we are approaching Hogsmeade Station. Please leave all possessions in the compartments. Thank you."
"Looks like you're saved by the bell," Harry taunted, dropping the frightened Slytherin like a sack of rocks. "Now get out."
"You-you'll hear from my father about this!" he shouted back, scrabbling over the fallen bodies of his cronies in his flight.
"That was fun," Nina commented offhandedly, as if she had merely played a game of checkers.
"Bastard needs to learn to keep his mouth shut," Harry said, sitting back down. Hannah put her head back in his lap, and he petted her as he talked. "I want both of you to be on guard. If he tries anything, rip him apart."
"I don't think he'll be able to do anything soon," Hannah chirped from her comfortable position. She practically smelt the confusion in the air. She sat up and pulled a thin strip of wood out of her sleeve. "He doesn't have a wand."
"How'd you get that?" Harry and Nina asked in unison.
"That's for me to know and to tell you later."
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"Mr. Potter, may I talk to you?" McGonagall asked when Harry stepped off the carriage he, Hannah, Nina, and Hermione had rode up to the school.
"What about?"
"Your sleeping arrangements. Albus has agreed to acknowledge your ownership of Miss Huldeberaht and Miss Abbott, and he has given you one of the more...discrete rooms for your usage. I'll show you to them after the feast."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said. In all honesty, he hadn't thought about where Nina was going to stay. He assumed that they would just stay in the dormitories, but this would allow for more...quality time...with his slaves.
"On a side note," McGonagall continued, "you wouldn't happen to have anything to do with Malfoy's current state, would you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry said, gently pushing past her and into the Entrance Hall. The woman scoffed at the blatant disrespect but chalked it up to teenaged demonic hormones.
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"Master, is this really a good idea?" Hermione asked quietly. McGonagall had led them to his new residence while at the castle and left promptly.
"What?"
"I want to stay with you," Hermione said.
"Hermione, you need to go to the Gryffindor dorms so that you won't make people suspect something," Harry explained. He saw his newest slave's put-off expression and continued. "Don't worry. You'll be able to come in every now and then, just not for a bit. Okay?"
"Y...yes, Master," Hermione said.
"Now get going," Harry ordered, adding a playful slap to her ass to start her into moving. He took a look at his other two slaves and took in their appearances. The robes were fetching, but the demon was already planning something more...revealing...for them to wear while with him.
"So, classes start tomorrow?" Nina asked, picking at the Gryffindor badge on her robe. No one else may have known, but the Sorting Hat actually tried to put her in Slytherin, but had placed her in Gryffindor at her insistence. She had to look after her Master, after all.
"Yeah," Harry answered as they walked through the hidden door to their new rooms. "We probably should get some rest, but I don't feel all that tired. What about you two?"
Harry chuckled to himself as both of his slaves immediately threw off their clothes and began disrobing him.
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Sorry about the lateness of this one. I've had a lot of stuff going on over here.
Also sorry about the shortness of the chappy. I'm trying to get it to the good stuff, but it's taking a while.
As always, reviews are appreciated, and ideas are welcome. If you have any suggestions (not for slaves or forms), feel free to submit them.
Thank you very much, and please leave a review.
Pillsy
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