Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, never will and not making any money off of my writing.

AN:Wanted to write, but can't be bothered to come up with any sort of a cohesive plot or context. Read a few neat HP stories and wanted to give it a whirl. This is a short ruthless, manipulative, so unbelievably overpowered Dark Lord Harry that you'll cry story. Rated for gratuitous violence and sexual content. No bashing though... at least I hope not.

Harry Potter and the Long Fall Into Darkness
By Mrriddler

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"Mr. Potter, do you have anything else to add?"

Harry Potter blinked, his eyes focusing on the two professors in front of him. He looked between them and his girlfriend before shaking his head.

"Harry, I'm terribly sorry for what has happened. If I..."

"Professor, it's late and it has been a long day. If possible, I'd like to finish this conversation some other time," Harry interrupted. He was in no mood for one of the esteemed warlock's monologues. His Head of House bristled at his dismissive tone, but a gentle hand from the Headmaster cut out her protest.

"Certainly, Harry. My office is open to you whenever you ever wish to talk about what happened." Dumbledore's concern was genuine and his empathy touching. In another place, at another time, it might have meant something to Harry Potter. "I assume you wish to keep your companion company for the night?" A twinkle of light entered the Headmaster's eyes.

Harry forced out a slight blush that was mirrored by his girlfriend.

"Yes, sir."

"Mr. Potter!"

"Quite alright, Minvera. Mr. Potter has earned the right to this respite. I'll inform Poppy to check up on Ms. Li in the morning." Professor Mcgonagall looked decidedly uncomfortable with the arrangement; a boy and a girl alone, secure behind the privacy wards of the infirmary. She settled on the sternest glare she could muster.

"We'll behave, professor," Harry promised with a slightly insincere smile. The Gryffindor head sighed, but nodded. That cheeky little brat, just like his father.

The raven-haired wizard watched the retreating backs of the two professors disappear out the door, making sure they were truly gone before turning his attention to his girlfriend.

"I... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry-"

Harry lifted a finger to his lips to silence the girl. His hands glowed with power as magic swirled in the air. The faint outlines of arcane runes flashed for a second before disappearing, leaving the atmosphere calm and inert once more.

"The walls have ears, sweetie," Harry chastised soothingly, but the warmth did not reach his eyes.

Li Su gulped.

Her lord's favorites, his most treasured possessions and most valued confidants were dead because of her.

"I'm so sorry. I was their shield, but I was too slow. Voldemort..." the petite Chinese girl began, openly admitting her failures. She might be Harry's public girlfriend, but Su knew what she wasn't. She was not in his heart, though one might wonder if any of his girls was. She did make a wonderful trophy girlfriend though. The muggleborn daughter of foreigners orphaned by war being taken in and protected by the prodigal standard bearer of the light. What a splendid image.

"He killed them, but left you alive."

"I should've given my life for them. You should've left me to die," Su lamented.

"True," Cold as ice and like a jagged dagger through her heart. "But you didn't and I didn't so here we are."

Su trembled like a lost little girl, which was a new feeling. While never a favorite, she was an elite, one of the coven's best. She had never failed her lord before and certainly not so catastrophically.

Harry calmly crossed the distance and kissed his girlfriend's forehead.

"You were magnificent, Su, simply magnificent. Things rarely go how we want them to go. That's life I suppose. No matter what happens afterward, I'll always be proud to call you mine." With that said, Harry dove into her mouth, wrapping his tongue around hers.

Despite her inner turmoil, Harry's words and touch elicited an immediate Pavlovian response from Su Li. Her body flared with magic and arousal as her pussy drooled in anticipation. Their cloths seemed to melt in an instant as the young girl molded her body against that of her master. Her dark browns looked pleadingly into his deep green ones. No foreplay, no games, just animalistic coupling. Harry was happy to oblige, much to his girl's delight.

Su Li whimpered with joy as Harry entered her, overwhelming her senses. Even if she received a death sentence the next day, she wouldn't have cared. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

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"Harry Potter!"

Harry Potter opened his eyes and blinked warily at his audience, a scandalized Hermione and half scowling, half upset Cho Chang.

"Oh, good morning, 'Mione."

The sun shinned brightly into the infirmary, though not as brightly as the flushed cheeks of the two spectating witches.

"Don't good morning me! What are you doing in that bed, Harry?"

As if it wasn't obvious enough, the bed sheets chose that moment to slip away, revealing the couple in their birthday suits, dried cum and all. A long and rancorous discussion would have erupted had Madam Pomfrey not chosen that moment to make her appearance and displeasure known although the respite did not last long. After confirming that everything was in order, the elderly matron kicked the lot of them out with the stipulation that Su Li checked in with her within 48 hours.

"I can't believe you, Harry Potter!"

The famed wizard, for his part, said nothing as his "best" female friend lectured him. It was touching and a little sad how little his long time friend knew about him. Has it really been that long since he secretly undertook this dark quest? Harry shared a look with Su.

"Hermione, don't blame Harry. It was my idea. I wanted the sex. I wanted to feel Harry after fighting Voldemort."

"You... you fought him?"

Su smiled faintly as Cho gaped at her.

"Well, Harry fought him. I helped," she elaborated, giving a cute grin as she snuggled closer to her boyfriend. The other two girls stared at them.

"So the rumors are true."

Harry blinked at them. "Perhaps."

Hermione adopted a pained look. "We... we need to talk, Harry."

"Yes, we do," he agreed as much as he wished otherwise. He turned to Cho with a smile. "Would you please escort my girlfriend back to her dorm, Cho?"

The tall Asian girl nodded, but without bothering to hide her disappointment at being unable to spend some time with him. The reminder that Su and not her was his girlfriend didn't help.

"That was cruel, Harry."

Said boy looked at his friend with a blank expression.

"You know she still likes you. Throwing Su in her face is just mean."

True, but Harry didn't really care, not anymore. Besides since when did his bookish friend get on such good terms with the oriental beauty.

"I don't think that's what you wanted to talk to me about."

Hermione blushed. "Harry, what's happening? Ron and I were worried sick about what happened. We had no idea what was going on. You don't... you don't talk to us. It's like we don't even know you any more."

You haven't known me for a long time,Harry thought. Though it was only recently that he began unraveling the illusion of their previously close friendship. Strange how Hermione talked about her and Ron yet the redhead was nowhere in sight.

The dark-haired savior of the magical world spoke all the right words and lent a comfortable shoulder as his old childhood friend poured out her heart in between sobs. Funny how it barely even moved him. When he started on his quest, this grand strategy, he had always intended to return to his friends and his old life. When did he cross the Rubicon? Was it when he performed his first dark curse? When he killed his first innocent? When he forcibly formed his harem?

"Why didn't you tell us? We would've come to you. I would have come."

A deep, dark emotion flared within Harry as the words tumbled out of his mouth.

"Susan and Luna are dead," he hissed. Hermione sobbed a little louder. Perhaps she had been hoping that that particular rumor was a lie. Harry pressed forward unrelentingly. "They are dead because they were with me and fought for me. They died for me, 'Mione."

Hermione's moist eyes looked at him desperately. Desperate for what he didn't know, but he wasn't about to find out.

"They died for me so that you wouldn't have to."

There he said it. He told her the truth without necessarily telling her anything.

"I'm sorry, 'Mione. I have to go," Harry stated sadly, leaving behind the anguished form of his old friend, slumped against the cold stone wall.

Nearby, a certain black-haired Slytherin prefect turned to her companions.

"I need to take care of something. Why don't you go ahead. Stay clear of the puffers for now," she warned ominously.

"You know something, don't you, Pansy." Tracey Davis accused with narrowed eyes.

"I think it's best if we don't pry too deeply," added their third friend and housemate, Daphne Greengrass watching Pansy with a cool look. The female Prefect smiled cutely, which came out looking quite twisted. Tracy frowned, but allowed herself to be led away.

Pansy watched until her companions disappeared down the hall, her mind churning. On the surface, her roommates were perfect candidates for her master's order and would likely be useful allies within the coven. Tracy was always somewhat cool to her, but Pansy didn't begrudge her too much since she was intelligent and ambitious and already a budding spymaster, ostensibly on behalf of Harry Potter's little study group.

Daphne Greengrass, on the other hand, was perhaps an even greater prize. The consummate pureblood, groomed from an early age to carry on her family's place at high society, Daphne literally lived and breathed politics as demonstrated by her domination of Slytherin intra-house affairs. Not to mention she was drop dead gorgeous; gorgeous in the sort of ethereal, not quite mortal fashion that made some question her pureblood heritage.

The perfect wife for the eventual "savior" of the magical world.

All Pansy had to do was nudge the actors in the right direction. The bigger challenge would be to ensure that her housemates doesn't end up usurping her position. Task was for another time.

"What do we have here?" Pansy stepped into the enclosure, after weaving a subtle Notice Me Not spell around the area.

Granger remained on the ground, her head in her arms. The stupid girl was so engrossed in her personal grief that she never noticed her surroundings. Pansy was sourly tempted to have a little funwith the pathetic mudblood. Merlin knows how much she despised the bushy haired teacher's pet. They all hated her. But even so, she refrained from enacting her vengeance. No, there would be time for that, someday, somewhere. In the meantime, Pansy, being the good Slytherin she was, settled for furthering her own plans.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Hermione Granger whipped her head up, finding herself looking down the end of a wand held by a younger girl.

"You're Granger, Potter's lap dog, are you not?"

The Gryffindor bristled, but found herself with few options to retaliate, what with the wand still pointed at her. Hermione glared at the offending Slytherin. Fine blonde hair, clear alabaster skin, high cheekbones, the works; ah, must be a Greengrass. Didn't Daphne have a younger sister? What was her name again?

The girl lowered her wand and offered a slim, dainty hand.

"You shouldn't be down here alone." Hermione blushed in response as she took the offered hand. She hadn't realized how far she had wandered into the Slytherin dungeon. The numb bushy-haired brunnette allowed herself to be guided away.

"You alright?"

The Gryffindor very nearly responded. So desperate for an outlet and bursting with suppressed emotions. But then she looked into the younger girl's clear blue eyes, so cold and calm, belying her sweet smile.

"Thanks for your help." Hermione muttered, quickening her pace to distance herself.

She was wary. Smart girl, Pansy thought offering the other girl a measure of grudging respect. Transformed back into her proper form, she ran a hand through her dark trusses. Blasted split ends! What she wouldn't do to have Daphne's hair follicles. A quick douse of magic fixed up her image.

It was a dangerous game, no doubt. Her master's order was quite firm. The mudblood was not to be touched or involved in any way. But what was life without a little risk?

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Su Li resisted the urge to giggle as she watched her housemate struggle with her emotions. Relief and guilt warred with anger and of course mounting jealousy across Cho Chang's face. The Chinese girl tried to avoid feeling self-satisfied, but it was difficult. Green was a familiar color for Su. She had lived in her friend's shadows for the longest time. In everything, she was like Cho, just less so: smart but not as clever; cute, but not as beautiful; well liked, but not as popular. It was why Cho Chang won Cedric and then had the first shot at Harry Potter while she had no one.

That all changed in one night; the night that Su Li lost everything, but gained something more. So now who was having sex with Harry regularly and who was so far from his inner circle that she would need a Marauder's Map to find him on most days? She thought viciously.

"How are you? I heard about the fight. I wanted to make sure you're all right."

"Why do you care?"

Cho glared. "I was... I was trying to be a friend." Then as if deciding it wasn't worth the effort, she turned away. "Forget it. Forget I said anything."

"Wait. I'm sorry," Su called out. It was just hard to control those petty instincts. "I do appreciate your concern and you are a good friend, Cho. You always have been."

The apology worked as Cho started tearing up. Su wrapped her arms around the friend and gave her a firm hug. "I haven't been a good friend lately. I'm sorry. It's been a while since we've talked, hasn't it?"

"Before last winter break I think," Cho said with a shy smile. Before long the two were talking like old friends. Su had to admit. It felt nice to be normal, even for just a little while. The moment didn't last long though as the duo ran straight into the last person Su wanted to see.

"Oh hey, Hannah, what's up?" inquired the clueless Cho. Su reacted instantly, throwing her friend forcibly away while hastily erecting the strongest shield charm she knew. The elite witch opened her mouth to speak, but it was already too late. The air pulsed with magic as Su felt the first curse shatter her Protego Maxima like it wasn't there and the second curse rend her flesh from bone.

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"Bloody Puffers!"

That was the first remark Pansy heard as she entered the sacred chamber of the coven, also known as the Chamber of Secrets.

"What happened?"

"So good of you to finally join us, Parkinson. What do you think happened? Hannah bumped into Su Li in the hallways despite Master's orders. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws had a huge row before dragging Gryffindors and some Slytherins in as well turning it into World War III. Fortunately, we managed to extricate those two in the chaos before the professors showed up. But we're going to need help if Hannah goes out of control again." One of the girls pointedly looked at her. Pansy snorted. While she was quite confident in her own skills, she knew she was no match against one so steeped in the Arcane Arts, someone who was personally taught by their lord and master. Bloody puffers indeed.

"Where isour lord?"

Shrugs. A horrified shriek suddenly filled the stale air.

Pansy had a feeling what that was and her suspicion was quickly confirmed as she walked forward. A brightly lid rune inscribed circle stood in the center of the chamber, containing a terrified, semi-naked man being preyed upon by creatures the color of midnight black.

Inferi.

"No, please! Please I beg of you! NO!"

The man's desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. The rest of the coven watched with wary fascination as the undead feasted on the poor man until only scraps of flesh and dried blood was left.

"That was disgusting," Pansy finally remarked, speaking for many of her sisters, as she banished away the remains. She moved to the center of the chamber, opposite Hannah Abbott, their Master's personal Huffleslut, who was also the coven's Mistress of the Arcane Arts and Necromancer. The rest of the coven hesitantly closed in, but made sure to stand further out.

"About time you showed yourself," the blonde grunted.

The Slytherin's eyes settled on the kneeling form of Su Li enclosed in a rune prison off to the side. Pansy nodded her head at the prostrate girl. "I'm surprised you didn't sic your pets on someone else."

"I was tempted and who's to say I won't?" Hannah gave a malicious smile that sent shivers down Pansy's back. And people say Slytherins are evil!

"I call the full coven into session to pass final judgment on our own." All eyes turned to the petite Chinese girl.

Pansy laughed. Several others looked at her as if she had lost her mind, but she couldn't help herself.

"You intend to kill our lord's... You think Harry's just going to stand by and let you kill his girlfriend. Grief made you that delusional?"

"He will accept an unanimous vote by the coven," she stated simply. "Our sister in faith and arms, Su Li," she spat out, "is charged with the crime of failing the Guardian's Pledge and treason against the coven. The punishment is excommunication and death. I vote Yay!"

"Yay."

"Yay."

The unsettling feeling within Pansy grew with each affirmative vote by her sisters. It wasn't so much she felt empathy for the damned Chinese girl. She could burn in hades for all she cared. The Slytherin was more concerned with what the vote said about Hannah's status.

"Yay."

Morgana's cunt!

When did Hannah amass so much influence or did others' loyalty to Susan transfer over to her? Pansy looked closer at those around her and realized the real reason was much simpler.

Fear.

The massive chamber was choking in it. What did Hannah threaten to do to force their compliance? What kind of monster did their lord create in the once tame and gentle Hufflepuff?

"I'm waiting."

Right. Pansy looked at her sisters, most of whom refused to meet her gaze. She had hoped she wouldn't have to do this, but she had no choice. Unlike her shortsighted companions, she knew what she had to do, what their lord would've expected her to do, even as every fiber of her Slytherin being screamed in protest.

Besides, she always wondered how the other side lived. It couldn't be that bad, could it or else Gryffindors would be an extinct species.

"Nay."

"I didn't hear you. Say that again," Hannah rasped, her eyes narrowing into tints of black. It was an unsubtle offer to reconsider with an implicit threat. Pansy responded by pulling magic onto herself, coiling it around her like a protective cocoon. Her wand slipped into her outstretched hand. Their coven mates slowly backed away.

"You heard me the first time, Abbott."

"So I did."

The two Inner Coven Sisters locked eyes; one tense and ready to fight, the other motionless and serene. For a moment, Pansy wondered if her coven sister was going to back down.

"Release."

The explosion of light and magic threw most of the sisters to the ground. It also ripped to shred all Pansy's enchantments and personal protective wards and then some.

One word. One bloody, fucking word was all it took. Not even a full incantation. The Slytherin was already in motion, activating her own runic countermeasures, but she knew she stood no chance in an one on one. She might not be well liked, but there was no way the rest of the coven would tolerate this sort of aggression from Hannah. Indeed, several of her sisters, after overcoming their shock, tried to move against the Necromancer only to find themselves on the receiving ends of wands pointed at them by their other sisters.

"Please do not interfere with Lady Abbott's mission."

Ah, bugger that twat.

Hannah smirked. "Eh, Parkinson. So Slytherin. So predictable. Now, why don't you go to sleep so we can finish our business."

Pansy grunted as the magic forced her to her knees, her wand resting uselessly on the ground.

Merlin's balls. She felt weak and pathetic. She imagined she looked even worse in front of all her sisters. The mighty, proud Slytherin getting dropped in under a minute by a Hufflepuff and the other girl wasn't even out of breath. Just how freaking strong was she? Bugger Puffers, bugger Gryffindors and bugger Harry Bleeding Potter for not liking her enough to train her.

"You stupid blind bitch, where do you think Master spent last night?" Pansy cried out in pain and frustration.

"What does it matter?"

"Harry spent last night in Su Li's bed, dammit. Not yours, not mine or anyone else's. If you can't even understand that you're beyond salvation."

Bloody phlegm forced its way out of Pansy's mouth as her constrictions tightened, destroying her clothes and drawing blood. Watching Hannah gather magic around her and feeling herself losing consciousness, she only prayed that the powerful witch retained enough of her sanity to not kill her.

Hannah was too far gone, however. She sent the blast of light at her defenseless enemy. The rest of her sisters watched helplessly, too shocked or scared to intercede.

The beam of light, however, evaporated an instant before it hit the target.

"That is quite enough," boomed a powerful voice. Harry Potter materialized out of thin air in front of Pansy Parkinson, the very image of a vengeful God or a pissed off Master. He removed the prison around Su and the constraints around Pansy with a hand wave and cast a disdainful glance around the room. "Drop your wand. All of you. Now!"

What the master commands, the coven obeys. The witches lowered their wands as one and descended to one knee in a synchronized fluid motion, all except one that is. Pansy tried to maneuver into the appropriate position only to fail spectacularly.

Kill me now.

There was a shuffling of feet as Pansy felt Su Li guide her into some sort of a half-assed, half slumped kneeing position. At least their lord and master didn't try to tend to her wounds. She doubt she could continue on living if he did.

"Milord!"

Harry Potter, First Lord of the Sixth Age of Magic, snorted in disgust. "Some lord I am. Less than twenty four hours after Voldemort's defeat and my order falls apart."

Those words gave the witches pause.

"That's right. Voldemort is dead and done and I'll erase the last of his presence soon enough." All that was left was to find and destroy the last of the Dark Lord's Horcruxes. "I had intended today to be a day of celebration and remembrance..." His hand gestured around the chamber. "Instead, I have to deal with this."

"Hannah." The cowed girl lowered her head even more, refusing to meet his gaze. "I lost two of mine yesterday and you intended to lose me another. I can not forgive that."

The witches of the coven shivered, wondering what punishment their master would dispense to their most preeminent sister, and what he would do to them in turn for their complacency.

"... but I have neither the time nor desire for that right now. Voldemort had scheduled an important Death Eater gathering for tonight before he passed from the mortal realm."

Harry Potter began a rhythmic incantation in a foreign language none of his girls could understand. A luminescent golden locket appeared, hovering just above the blonde Necromancer's head.

"Hannah."

The girl looked up with glistening eyes, allowing the trinket to fall past her head and settle on her neck. The artifact immediately latched onto the base, embedding half of its body into her flesh. The locket pulsed and cycled through its colors, orange, red, brown and finally pitch black. It molded, twisted, and constricted around the blonde's neck like a angry serpent until it drew blood. The dark liquid came in droplets and then streams as the blonde swayed dangerously. Suddenly it stopped and the locket, now a choker disappeared. A small red bottle floated in front of Hannah.

"Drink." She did so and color started returning to her pale cheeks.

"Your actions betrayed the trust and faith I placed in you." Hannah tried to speak, to explain, but her displeased master shushed her before she finished uttering the first syllable. "Your access to the Further Plane is revoked, as is your ability to wield the Arcane Arts."

The coven gave a collective gasp. What the lord gives, the lord takes away.

"I'm so very disappointed in you. Susan had such great hopes for you. I guess she was wrong." Harry pointed to the two witches beside Hannah. "Take her to her room and let her rest. Make sure she's not disturbed."

Harry then turned his back to the trio, including one of his most trusted friends, his bonded and his Dark Arts protege. Cold. What was Hannah worth now without her necromancy and her dark arts? The thought sent goosebumps down the backs of the remaining witches making them wonder what their master would do to them.

Right before their eyes, Harry Potter began to shift, his frame growing outward, his hair disappearing and his skin morphing into an unnatural white until the Dark Lord himself stood before them.

"As for the rest of you, I'll deal with you individually," he hissed with an outwardly stretched finger, sickly and pale like the rest of him. Pansy Parkinson shivered at the words. He had the pitch and tone down perfectly.

"Pansy."

She winced, but extended her arm. The Dark Lord withdrew his wand pressed sharply against the Dark Mark. It burned red hot and the Slytherin had to suppress a groan as her flesh sizzled like it was being cooked. Pansy dimly felt herself being guided to the teleportation runes.

What? Oh right, her cover was that of a Death Eater. She resigned herself to a long night. Of course, her lord wouldn't think to offer her a respite.

"Please wait."

"Parkinson is quite injured. Allow me to take her place, my lord."

Pansy wearily recognized the speaker as one of Hannah's lackeys. Harry did too as he cast her a baleful look using Voldemort's serpentine eyes.

"You of people should not be so eager to draw my attention right now."

"I understand. I will accept any and all punishment you deem necessary, my lord, but please allow me to do this on my sister's behalf."

The Dark Lord stared for a long minute before finally chuckling. Rather he tried to chuckle, failed, then tried to snort, and failed as well. Riddle's anatomy apparently allowed neither. "Against me you choose to grow a backbone?" He, however, granted the request. The girl drank from a bottle and Pansy saw a replica of herself standing beside the Dark Lord before they both disappeared.

The chamber dimmed as if the light of Merlin had gone out.

"Merlin's fiddlesticks. That made me horny as hell."

The coven gave the speaker strange looks.

"Eh, not the Dark Lord transformation, but before that. Harry hasn't shown that much emotion in a long time." That was true enough. Even if it was anger and disgust directed at them, the witches felt a flutter of hope at seeing their Master exhibiting some form of human emotion.

Pansy pulled herself to her two feet, biting back the urge to moan as every bone in her body protested her action. The Slytherin wanted no part of whatever the hell her coven sisters were planning. The stupid tarts didn't realize how close they came to being blasted into oblivion. Five minutes out of danger and they were already thinking with their pussies.

"Thank you for telling all of us and for making me leaky as well."

Silence.

"So... astronomy tower in 10 minutes?"

Sluts!

"Hey Parkinson-"

"Finish that sentence. I dare you." The Slytherin forced as much heat and venom into her words as possible, though it remained an empty threat. Everyone could see she wasn't fit to wield a wet noodle much less a wand.

"I'll escort Lady Parkinson back to her dorm."

No one objected, not even Pansy, as Su Li escorted her away. The small Chinese girl refused to meet the Slytherin's eyes, making her death glare less effective than intended. At least she had a Ravenclaw's sense to keep her mouth quiet. She was even generous enough not to ask about the shimmering wetness running down her thighs or the musky scent she hid beneath an air freshening charm. Already, keeping the Chinese girl alive was paying dividends.

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AN:That sucked big brass balls to be honest. Didn't turn out like how I intended. I wanted to have Harry kill someone close to him in a really dramatic, heart wrenching kind of way. No, not Ginny since I can't write her in a sympathetic enough light to make it dramatic and I think I want Ron and Hermione alive. Guess I'll have to write another chapter... maybe.

Character Bios and Analysis:

Hannah Abbott- Not going to lie. The idea of a Puff, especially this puff stomping, is attractive. Was reading a story called "The Reluctant Lord," which featured a budding Necromancer Hannah and her close friend Susan being in Harry's harem. They aren't really central characters, but I found it cute and couldn't help but ask what would happen if Susan died. Ah-ha, now that I got you hooked, you have to read that story now.

Pansy Parkinson- One of the most universally hated characters that pops up in fanon as prop. Naturally I used her as "the" Slytherin girl instead of someone with better fanon PR like Daphne or Tracy. None of that hot-cold dependable Ice Princess stuff. What you is what you get. She's a bitchy, catty, racist, cruel bully. She joined the DE before falling in with Harry, which means she willingly and knowingly tortured and killed innocents.

Willing to take suggestions and ideas for what to do with some other female characters or who they should be aside from Lisa Turpin and Luna and Susan.