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The Snake
Daphne is finally added, and Hogwarts gets a surprise visitor who plans to stay for a while.
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Harry Potter: Demon Possessed
Chapter Thirteen: The Snake
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The rest of the week passed quietly. Classes were a good deal more challenging than the previous years, but Harry had to admit that Friday's Potions class was the most fun he'd ever had in the dungeons.
"I'm surprised at the number of you who managed to make it into my N.E.W.T. class," Snape's greasy voice dripped across the classroom. He was at the blackboard, where the most complex potion Harry had ever seen (Divine Night. It was supposed to provide a hundred-percent guarantee of a night of mind-blowing sex, but had a once-per-364-day usage limit. Any more would be fatal) was written out, step by step. In the corner at a small table sat Naba, hastily scratching notes on what was happening in the classroom. Harry's tail would have been swishing agitatedly if it wasn't wrapped tightly around his waist. To keep it from being seen and him from being found out, of course.
"Be aware that I will not accept failure from you, and that any botched potion will result in more than just lost house points," Snape said, glaring directly at Harry. The young demon matched his gaze, red orbs burning into black tunnels. A few of the Slytherins began snickering at the short staring contest, but Snape turned away and ordered them to begin working.
Harry looked up from chopping his crusherpod roots to watch Daphne. She had a dark tan, the back of her neck hidden by black hair. Its length was hard to determine since it blended in so well with the back of her robes, but it looked to fall about level with the bottom of her buttocks. She was in a row ahead of him, closer to the board, so he couldn't see her face, but had a perfect side view of her buxom bosom (though the bulky robes did nothing to show it off). She was rather tall, perhaps an inch or two taller than him, and she had a smooth, toned figure.
"Harry, pay attention," Hermione said as she ground a pair of rhinoceros beetles to powder. Harry had been gawking at his Slytherin target for a full eight minutes, and his progress with their potion was several steps behind his brainy slave's. Nina and Ron had decided not to take the class. Nina, because her career would be as a slave to her Master; Ron because he hated Snape.
"Thanks for that, 'Mione," he said back. She smiled to herself and poured an ounce of salamander blood into the cauldron she and Harry shared. "We'll go with the plan tonight."
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"Damn this curfew to bloody hell," Daphne cursed to herself as she sprinted quietly down the hallway. She had, just like countless nights before, stayed in her little corner of the library far past curfew. She had to go down four floors just to make it to the dungeons, and then she had to sneak past Snape to get to the Slytherin common room and to her dormitory. She held her books to her D's, squishing them to her chest. She quickly turned a corner.
BANG!!! CRASH!!! "STUPEFY!" CRASH!!!
Harry and lion-taur Hermione dragged a struggling Daphne, who was screaming muffled profanities and threats. They dragged her into a nearby classroom, where Nina and Hannah were waiting with a Circle already drawn. Harry and Hermione dropped the tanned Slytherin on top of it, where Harry initiated the ritual before Daphne could say anything.
A minute later, Harry was standing over his newest slave. She was coiled up on the ground, until Harry ordered her to stand. She did, as well as she could with her new body. She kept a humanoid torso, but her luxurious midnight hair was gone. Her bald head and entire body were covered in green-brown scales, forming a lattice pattern on her back and arms. Down her front were wide, parallel scales colored a light brown. Her eyes were slit-pupiled and a bright gold hue, while her nose had flattened and her nostrils morphed to slits. Inside her mouth was a pair of hollow fangs connected to potent poison glands. Her pelvis and legs were gone, replaced by a thirty-foot-long snake tail, coiled around her.
"Massster," she named, looking directly at Harry. A thin, forked tongue flitted out and tasted the air. Without blinking, she moved on to his other slaves. "Ssssissstersss."
"Daphne." The naga locked her gaze with Harry's again. He filed it away, but it seemed that she might have a few problems. "I have orders for you. When I give you one, acknowledge it and repeat it in your own words. Understood?"
"Yessss, Massster. I will paraphrasssse your orderssss to me to you."
"Good. First, I want you to keep an eye on everyone that's related to the Death Eaters in any way. Don't let them know that you're with me and make sure they don't suspect you have anything other than a bit of curiosity."
"Watch the little Death Eaterssss. Be sssubtle. Yessss, Massster."
"Second, you are to tell no one outside this room about being my slave. You are to tell no one about anything that you saw or heard in here."
"What happenssss in thissss room ssstaysss in thissss room. Yesss, Massster."
"Third, these girls are also my slaves. Nina is my second in command. If she gives you an order, it's the same as if I gave it. This goes for all of you."
"Other girlsss are ssslavesss. Big Boob Blonde is alpha. Her orderssss mean ssssame as Massster'sss. Undersssstood, Massster."
"Understood, Master," the rest of Harry's slaves chorused. He looked among them and nodded his approval.
"Good. Nina, brief Daphne about how she can use her new gift. Hermione, Hannah-why don't we have a bit of fun?"
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Harry stared into his soup, swirling his spoon in it idly. Dinner was normally a lively activity, especially on the first Saturday back, but Harry was simply...uninterested. However, the school's population was quickly given something quite interesting.
"Professor Dumbledore!" a high-pitched, almost girly voice shrieked down the Hall. Everyone turned to see scourge of the school, former Professor Dolores Umbridge. The students immediately went into an uproar over her appearance. Ignoring them, the toad-like thing strode to the High Table
"Ah, Dolores," the old man said jovially. He too ignored the students' cries.
"Professor, I'd like to talk to you about my position here," the woman said. Her bulging eyes darted over to where Kokennin and his sisters were eating their dinner. "And about the.../people/...you hired over the summer."
"Gladly," Dumbledore beamed. "I'm sure that we can arrange a time for us to meet in my office sometime next week. For now though, it's time for dinner, and I'm sure that you have plans of your own."
"As a matter of fact, I don't," she said, not taking her eyes off Mana and Kokennin. Her eyes, if it were possible, widened even more when she saw the bundle of blankets that was Okami Rayne. Under her breath, she muttered something that not even Professor McGonagall, who was right beside her, heard.
"What was that, wench!?" Kokennin demanded, jumping up from his seat. The few students who were still talking immediately shut their mouths. He looked ready to jump over the table and rip out the short woman's throat with his bare teeth. Mana stood immediately and pulled him back.
"Oniichan, hold Rayne, please," she said, gently pushing her pup into his arms. The man threw a growl at Umbridge and bared his teeth, but allowed himself to be guided to the side door by his sisters (Naba had joined Mana in the calming of their brother and the subsequent saving of Umbridge's life). Before they left completely, Mana turned to the shorter woman.
"It would be wise," she warned, "if you refrained from insulting Oniichan, my pup, or myself while you are here. If you do, we won't be held responsible for what's left of you."
They left the silent hall filled with gaping teachers and students; so quiet they could hear Mrs. Norris chomping down on a rat she had caught. For a full minute, by Harry's watch, everyone was staring at the now-closed door, Dumbledore (who was quietly twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling), or the inflamed Umbridge.
"Those filthy little half-breeds," she muttered at a volume she thought no one could hear. "Poisoning this school with their blood."
Harry scanned the room. At the far end, Malfoy and his gang had smug looks of approval, while the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs wore expressions of disgust. Several angry voices of protest rose from the Gryffindor table in response to the woman's remarks.
"Now, now," Dumbledore said gently. "There's no reason for such harsh words. Dolores, would you please tell me why you are here?"
A sick grin spread across her face. "Gladly," she said. From her pocket, she retrieved a roll of parchment and read aloud. "'As determined by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, the rank and position of Hogwarts High Inquisitor shall be reinstated at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is a final decision, where all discussion as to the determination has already taken place. In addition, one Dolores Umbridge shall be given this rank and all responsibilities herein. Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.' I'm back, Professor Dumbledore, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
He can't, Harry thought to himself with a sadistic grin. But I can.
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Okay, be honest. At the beginning of the chapter, exactly how many of you knew that Umbitch was coming back? Uh-huh. That's what I thought.
Review Responses. Normally, I do five, but since there are six reviews, I don't want the one person to feel left out.
To Dragen: I know, that last one was a bitch to me too. Just didn't feel right, y'know?
To spedclass: I'm glad you think so. I'll do my best if you keep leaving reviews.
To...y'know what? I take it back. zombiewolf, you don't get a response.
To matthiasblack: yeah, it was suggestions for slaves. There will be more than just these...thr--no, four. There will be more.
To SpikeofDoom: That's my intent. Harry's still mostly nice-guy, but that's possibly going to change a bit.
To akinayuriko: Stick around. He'll get a lot more.
As always, please review. They convince me to get my ass in gear and get back to work.
Pillsy
Chapter Thirteen: The Snake
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The rest of the week passed quietly. Classes were a good deal more challenging than the previous years, but Harry had to admit that Friday's Potions class was the most fun he'd ever had in the dungeons.
"I'm surprised at the number of you who managed to make it into my N.E.W.T. class," Snape's greasy voice dripped across the classroom. He was at the blackboard, where the most complex potion Harry had ever seen (Divine Night. It was supposed to provide a hundred-percent guarantee of a night of mind-blowing sex, but had a once-per-364-day usage limit. Any more would be fatal) was written out, step by step. In the corner at a small table sat Naba, hastily scratching notes on what was happening in the classroom. Harry's tail would have been swishing agitatedly if it wasn't wrapped tightly around his waist. To keep it from being seen and him from being found out, of course.
"Be aware that I will not accept failure from you, and that any botched potion will result in more than just lost house points," Snape said, glaring directly at Harry. The young demon matched his gaze, red orbs burning into black tunnels. A few of the Slytherins began snickering at the short staring contest, but Snape turned away and ordered them to begin working.
Harry looked up from chopping his crusherpod roots to watch Daphne. She had a dark tan, the back of her neck hidden by black hair. Its length was hard to determine since it blended in so well with the back of her robes, but it looked to fall about level with the bottom of her buttocks. She was in a row ahead of him, closer to the board, so he couldn't see her face, but had a perfect side view of her buxom bosom (though the bulky robes did nothing to show it off). She was rather tall, perhaps an inch or two taller than him, and she had a smooth, toned figure.
"Harry, pay attention," Hermione said as she ground a pair of rhinoceros beetles to powder. Harry had been gawking at his Slytherin target for a full eight minutes, and his progress with their potion was several steps behind his brainy slave's. Nina and Ron had decided not to take the class. Nina, because her career would be as a slave to her Master; Ron because he hated Snape.
"Thanks for that, 'Mione," he said back. She smiled to herself and poured an ounce of salamander blood into the cauldron she and Harry shared. "We'll go with the plan tonight."
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"Damn this curfew to bloody hell," Daphne cursed to herself as she sprinted quietly down the hallway. She had, just like countless nights before, stayed in her little corner of the library far past curfew. She had to go down four floors just to make it to the dungeons, and then she had to sneak past Snape to get to the Slytherin common room and to her dormitory. She held her books to her D's, squishing them to her chest. She quickly turned a corner.
BANG!!! CRASH!!! "STUPEFY!" CRASH!!!
Harry and lion-taur Hermione dragged a struggling Daphne, who was screaming muffled profanities and threats. They dragged her into a nearby classroom, where Nina and Hannah were waiting with a Circle already drawn. Harry and Hermione dropped the tanned Slytherin on top of it, where Harry initiated the ritual before Daphne could say anything.
A minute later, Harry was standing over his newest slave. She was coiled up on the ground, until Harry ordered her to stand. She did, as well as she could with her new body. She kept a humanoid torso, but her luxurious midnight hair was gone. Her bald head and entire body were covered in green-brown scales, forming a lattice pattern on her back and arms. Down her front were wide, parallel scales colored a light brown. Her eyes were slit-pupiled and a bright gold hue, while her nose had flattened and her nostrils morphed to slits. Inside her mouth was a pair of hollow fangs connected to potent poison glands. Her pelvis and legs were gone, replaced by a thirty-foot-long snake tail, coiled around her.
"Massster," she named, looking directly at Harry. A thin, forked tongue flitted out and tasted the air. Without blinking, she moved on to his other slaves. "Ssssissstersss."
"Daphne." The naga locked her gaze with Harry's again. He filed it away, but it seemed that she might have a few problems. "I have orders for you. When I give you one, acknowledge it and repeat it in your own words. Understood?"
"Yessss, Massster. I will paraphrasssse your orderssss to me to you."
"Good. First, I want you to keep an eye on everyone that's related to the Death Eaters in any way. Don't let them know that you're with me and make sure they don't suspect you have anything other than a bit of curiosity."
"Watch the little Death Eaterssss. Be sssubtle. Yessss, Massster."
"Second, you are to tell no one outside this room about being my slave. You are to tell no one about anything that you saw or heard in here."
"What happenssss in thissss room ssstaysss in thissss room. Yesss, Massster."
"Third, these girls are also my slaves. Nina is my second in command. If she gives you an order, it's the same as if I gave it. This goes for all of you."
"Other girlsss are ssslavesss. Big Boob Blonde is alpha. Her orderssss mean ssssame as Massster'sss. Undersssstood, Massster."
"Understood, Master," the rest of Harry's slaves chorused. He looked among them and nodded his approval.
"Good. Nina, brief Daphne about how she can use her new gift. Hermione, Hannah-why don't we have a bit of fun?"
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Harry stared into his soup, swirling his spoon in it idly. Dinner was normally a lively activity, especially on the first Saturday back, but Harry was simply...uninterested. However, the school's population was quickly given something quite interesting.
"Professor Dumbledore!" a high-pitched, almost girly voice shrieked down the Hall. Everyone turned to see scourge of the school, former Professor Dolores Umbridge. The students immediately went into an uproar over her appearance. Ignoring them, the toad-like thing strode to the High Table
"Ah, Dolores," the old man said jovially. He too ignored the students' cries.
"Professor, I'd like to talk to you about my position here," the woman said. Her bulging eyes darted over to where Kokennin and his sisters were eating their dinner. "And about the.../people/...you hired over the summer."
"Gladly," Dumbledore beamed. "I'm sure that we can arrange a time for us to meet in my office sometime next week. For now though, it's time for dinner, and I'm sure that you have plans of your own."
"As a matter of fact, I don't," she said, not taking her eyes off Mana and Kokennin. Her eyes, if it were possible, widened even more when she saw the bundle of blankets that was Okami Rayne. Under her breath, she muttered something that not even Professor McGonagall, who was right beside her, heard.
"What was that, wench!?" Kokennin demanded, jumping up from his seat. The few students who were still talking immediately shut their mouths. He looked ready to jump over the table and rip out the short woman's throat with his bare teeth. Mana stood immediately and pulled him back.
"Oniichan, hold Rayne, please," she said, gently pushing her pup into his arms. The man threw a growl at Umbridge and bared his teeth, but allowed himself to be guided to the side door by his sisters (Naba had joined Mana in the calming of their brother and the subsequent saving of Umbridge's life). Before they left completely, Mana turned to the shorter woman.
"It would be wise," she warned, "if you refrained from insulting Oniichan, my pup, or myself while you are here. If you do, we won't be held responsible for what's left of you."
They left the silent hall filled with gaping teachers and students; so quiet they could hear Mrs. Norris chomping down on a rat she had caught. For a full minute, by Harry's watch, everyone was staring at the now-closed door, Dumbledore (who was quietly twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling), or the inflamed Umbridge.
"Those filthy little half-breeds," she muttered at a volume she thought no one could hear. "Poisoning this school with their blood."
Harry scanned the room. At the far end, Malfoy and his gang had smug looks of approval, while the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs wore expressions of disgust. Several angry voices of protest rose from the Gryffindor table in response to the woman's remarks.
"Now, now," Dumbledore said gently. "There's no reason for such harsh words. Dolores, would you please tell me why you are here?"
A sick grin spread across her face. "Gladly," she said. From her pocket, she retrieved a roll of parchment and read aloud. "'As determined by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, the rank and position of Hogwarts High Inquisitor shall be reinstated at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is a final decision, where all discussion as to the determination has already taken place. In addition, one Dolores Umbridge shall be given this rank and all responsibilities herein. Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.' I'm back, Professor Dumbledore, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
He can't, Harry thought to himself with a sadistic grin. But I can.
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Okay, be honest. At the beginning of the chapter, exactly how many of you knew that Umbitch was coming back? Uh-huh. That's what I thought.
Review Responses. Normally, I do five, but since there are six reviews, I don't want the one person to feel left out.
To Dragen: I know, that last one was a bitch to me too. Just didn't feel right, y'know?
To spedclass: I'm glad you think so. I'll do my best if you keep leaving reviews.
To...y'know what? I take it back. zombiewolf, you don't get a response.
To matthiasblack: yeah, it was suggestions for slaves. There will be more than just these...thr--no, four. There will be more.
To SpikeofDoom: That's my intent. Harry's still mostly nice-guy, but that's possibly going to change a bit.
To akinayuriko: Stick around. He'll get a lot more.
As always, please review. They convince me to get my ass in gear and get back to work.
Pillsy
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