A/N: somehow I wrote another chapter for this story :) Don't expect much from it though. I'm writing it merely for fun.
A DANGEROUS GAME
by CreatorZorah
Chapter 3
Harry was in a good mood. Memories of the last evening with Daphne were still fresh in his mind and he couldn't wait to meet her again. However, he didn't expect to be called to Robards, the Head of the Auror Office. People believed that Harry would eventually succeed him and rather soon, but Harry wasn't so sure. Although Harry was a more powerful wizard, he was too inexperienced as an Auror, which had led to a few painful mistakes in the past.
"As you, probably, know we do sometimes serve as bodyguards for Ministry personnel and other important wizards and witches," Gawain Robards said as Harry sat in a chair. "We received a request. Approved by the Minister, of course. Normally I would ask another Auror, but she specifically asked for you."
"She?" Harry asked.
"Ah… It's Daphne Greengrass. I'm not sure if you know her, but she is considered the most wealthy person in the Wizarding Britain. In return for your services, Miss Greengrass agreed to triple your salary and provide funds for the Auror Office. Enough to double salaries. Of course, you can decline, but… you know well enough we're in dire need of gold."
He didn't really want to become a bodyguard, he was an Auror for a reason, but the moment Robards mentioned Daphne, Harry knew that he would agree. Besides, the Auror Office desperately needed more gold. The Office consisted practically of volunteers who agreed to work for very low salaries. Eventually they would need to raise salaries. Better sooner than later.
"What about details? Why does she need a bodyguard?" Harry asked.
"She's rich and influential. I assume she would be worried about her wellbeing. She requested a bodyguard to stay by her side twenty four hours a day. Monthly four days off. One-year contract."
"One-year?!" Harry couldn't help but exclaim. "I have a wedding in just a month. Can you imagine how happy my future wife would be when I tell her that?"
"I'll understand if you decline," Robards said. "To tell you truth, I don't think she needs any protection. She needs you."
"And the Office needs gold."
"Yeah," Gawain said with a sigh. "I don't know how long they're going to work here if we don't pay them more. They have families and kids."
He would be forced to agree even if he hadn't wanted to spend more time with Daphne. She bought him, which was… interesting in a way. She had even more power over him now and he liked it. Still, it was a little too much. He could relate to her, however. She had to be just as eager to try something new as he was.
"I agree."
"Excellent!" Robards beamed. "Miss Greengrass requested discretion. She doesn't want the contract to become public knowledge. You're going to work polyjuiced. On paper, you're going undercover. Not even I'm allowed to know your fake identity."
"I assume I can't tell Ginny about it, can I?"
"Unfortunately, no," the Head Auror answered, "but I'll inform her about an undercover operation."
"Do I have to sign something?" Harry asked.
"No, it's between Miss Greengrass and the Minister." Gawain handed over a ring to him. "The contract enters into force once you use the portkey."
"How do I activate it?"
"Just say your full name aloud," the Head Auror explained. "And Harry, thank you."
"Well, I hope I'll be able to visit you in the near future," he said. "Harry James Potter."
Harry instantly recognized the place where the portkey brought him. Daphne's home. He was sure that she wasn't home yet. It occurred to him that he would live a year with Daphne. What about Ginny? Did he really want to be away from her for such a long time? He really should have thought it through instead of doing this 'saving people' thing again… or better said, thinking with his dick. But well, it wasn't like he couldn't talk about it to Daphne. If this really would be bad, they would do something about it. He looked around. On the table lay a parchment and two phials filled with some liquids. A grey one and a red one.
"Undress yourself and drink the grey potion, then the red one," the parchment told him.
He opened the phial and drank the liquid. Well, he hoped the potion wouldn't hurt him. Most likely the polyjuice potion. Harry was quite impressed that she actually managed to make the whole thing legal. Not that the Ministry could prevent people from brewing and using it. It was a very difficult potion to brew though. Hermione was a genius. Not that it had gone well for her…
Oh, crap! Harry couldn't believe that Daphne decided to turn him into a girl. His hair grew fast to waist length and changed the color to red. But it wasn't the most disturbing experience: his penis disappeared and instead of it something appeared on his chest. Merlin pants, now he knew how the girls had felt when they had had to turn into him during his escape from Privet Drive. It was embarrassing to say the least. He opened the second phial and drank from it. A sudden spasm of pain drove him to his knees. It felt like the Cruciatus for a few seconds. Then the pain was gone. What the hell was that?
"The potion stabilized the polyjuice transformation," the parchment told him. "Your room is on the right side. Get dressed and start cooking for dinner."
Stabilized? Oh, he heard about the newly developed potion, but it was supposed to be very expensive due to extremely rare ingredients. Daphne had the gold though… Harry felt sick. He hoped, Daphne knew how to turn him back, because he didn't want to be stuck in this form. Yes, she had to know what she was doing. She wasn't irresponsible. On the other hand he agreed that she would do anything she wanted with him. Turning him into a girl didn't fall under restrictions. Besides, a part of him… a very large part of him was excited about the whole thing. He wanted her to do all these weird things to him.
Harry sighed and decided to take a look in the mirror. His face reddened as he did. Daphne had chosen a very beautiful appearance for him. A slender and quite curvy body. He grew a few inches taller mostly due to his very long legs. The skin was fair and felt very smooth. His eyes were blue, while his hair as he already noticed turned red. He couldn't help but to get extremely aroused. Not only because of the sight, but due to the fact that Daphne did that to him.
His room was very small, but he didn't expect a big one. He was her slave! There was nothing but a bed and a small drawer, where he found muggle lingerie and a few dresses. He blushed as he put on black knickers and bra. Harry shook his head and slipped into a black muggle dress. He bit his lower lip when he looked in the mirror again. He would have fallen for the girl the moment he saw her, which was quite awkward because he was the girl. The girl was real though, otherwise Daphne would have been unable to make the polyjuice potion.
No matter how much he wanted to stay calm, he was getting more and more worried. Although it was an interesting experience, the stabilizing potion bothered him, because its effect was supposed to be permanent. As beautiful as this girl was, he didn't want to be stuck in her body for life. Finally, he wanted to speak to Hermione using the Floo network, but realized that he couldn't, because she wouldn't recognize him. Why would she, the Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, talk to some girl asking about effects of a restricted potion? Sure he could tell her the truth, but he wasn't so desperate yet.
Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He had to assume that Daphne knew what she was doing. Yes, she wouldn't do anything without thinking it through. Instead of worrying about it, he had better things to do. Cooking, for instance. If the dinner wouldn't be ready till her arrival, he would be punished. And punishment wouldn't be pleasurable. On contrary. That was a part of the game they were playing. He didn't have to like what she was doing to him. It was about Daphne, her desires and her pleasure. He had to meet her expectations. And that was, what he liked about it. The fact that she had such a power over him.
Daphne was a little worried when she was going back home. She wasn't sure how Harry would take everything she had arranged. It had seemed to be a good idea and she had been too excited to think it over. Daphne knew she was acting too impulsive and it could get a little bit dangerous for both of them. But once the idea was in her head, she needed to act. After years of suppressing her desires it was too painful to control them. Daphne hoped, Harry wouldn't overreact.
Harry met her kneeling at the door. In addition, he looked like a girl she had found for the potion. It was a good sign.
"Shoes," she said.
He did exactly what she wanted. Took off her shoes and kissed her feet. She bit on her lip. It felt so good to have him at her feet that she could barely contain her desire to start jumping for joy. She went to the dinning room half-wishing the dinner wasn't ready yet. She would get a chance to punish him. Although she wanted him to behave. She wasn't sure if she was happy that the dinner was ready. And Merlin, it was good. He definitely knew how to cook.
Daphne noticed, however, that Harry looked as though he wanted to ask something. He was worried. Well, on one hand he agreed to be her slave, on the other hand their relationships could end at any moment if she would go too far. She sighed.
"I'm sorry if all this was too sudden," she said. "I might have gone overboard."
"No, you…" he protested.
"Don't lie to me," Daphne interrupted him. "I know I did."
Harry blushed. "Is this potion reversible?" he asked.
"Oh… this is what you're worried about." Daphne laughed. "Yes, it is reversible. Although I'll turn you back only if you're going to be a good slave. Something else?"
"I'm not sure if four days off are enough. I can't just leave Ginny for entire year. We have a wedding in a month."
"Yeah, I didn't think this through," she agreed. "How about eight days?"
"Eight is good, I think."
"Very well. That settles it, isn't it?"
"Thank you, Mistress," he said.
Daphne's cheeks reddened. "As long as you're a girl, your name will be Amy Jones. You're seventeen. A squib from Australia, who agreed to work as my servant for meals and a place to sleep. Questions?"
"A squib?" Harry asked.
"Yes, you won't do any magic around me," she said. "I want you completely helpless and powerless. Give me your wand."
His eyes widened, but he did as asked. Daphne knew how difficult it was to give up a wand. She couldn't imagine it, but it was just another step to make him completely dependent on her. He had to learn that even his magic wasn't his own. He was going to learn that he was only allowed to do any magic when she allowed it.
