AN: I do believe I owe you all a major apology, this chapter took almost a week to write and I intended it to be released within three days. The first part was pretty easy but the second was hard. It was the first bit where you really got to see any large amount of interaction with multiple harem members and it was pretty tricky to get right. If you have any suggestions on that front please feel free to give me them. Anyways, it's a bit shorter than the others but I always intended to end this chapter with them arriving at Hogwarts and I didn't want to stretch it out past there. It's still five thousand words anyway so it doesn't really matter past that I suppose.

AN2: In general he will treat his harem members pretty similar to the rest of his follows (once he acquires them). The obvious difference will be him using them for sex, and perhaps being more a bit trusting with them. However he IS a DARK LORD and I feel I should address what that is, at least in my story. It means he will care pretty much only about his goals and achieving them, it means he will be, for the most part uncompassionate (though some exceptions may be made in cases of things he hates, (EG child abuse or rape since both were things he himself was exposed to or at least things that were planned to happen to him)). He will also be overpowered as fuck, I feel I've made that clear with the way I've described him in comparison to gods but in fights, he WILL NOT lose. (Doesn't mean I can't make fights funny as shit when he taunts his enemies). The story will focus more on manipulation, revenge and causing mayhem. I feel some comedy would do the story some good and so I may show a bit off a bit of a dark lord's love of causing chaos for their enemies in Harry.

A God of Gods

Harry smirked as he walked out of Gringotts, the small money pouch on his waist several thousand galleons heavier than when he put it in. Of course, when he'd seen the terrible enchantments the goblins had put onto the bag he had reenchanted it himself. The way the goblins had it he would've needed to count out every galleon he wanted from the bag, plus it would've been easy to steal. He enchanted it so he could simply think of a number and that many galleons would float out of it. The bag also happened to cause any would-be-thieves to endure pain similar to the cruciatus curse.

Harry brushed past one of the wizards walking up the steps to the goblin bank and looked around the alley, thinking of what he'd learned in the bank.'There is no need to focus on politics when I only need to convince four barons to vote on my side in order to win any vote I need. It appears I will need to change my plans. The properties will be useful as well, I may check them out once I finish with Hogwarts for the year,' Harry mused as he looked around the alley, 'Now where to go first?'

After a moment of thought he settled on Ollivanders, he had a wand already but he needed one that was boughten. The ministry kept detailed records of wands and if he didn't buy one they would become suspicious. Yes, Ollivanders would be a good first stop. Luckily, Harry didn't get as many stares as he walked towards Ollivanders, several hours had passed since he had entered the bank and so far more people were in the alley. Harry pushed open the door to the famous wand shop and hesitated at the door as he noticed intricate rune carvings on the floor. 'An apparition muffling point? Interesting, why would he need to be able to silently apparate into his shop, whatever I am here for a wand, not to investigate an old man' Harry thought.

"Excuse me? Mr. Ollivander!" Harry called as he entered the shop. His eyes scanned the store, finding row after row of boxes that undoubtedly held wands but no Ollivander. 'I wonder… perhaps?' Harry took a step forward and pretended to continue looking for Ollivander, his head whipping around. 'There he is,' Harry thought as he sensed Ollivander appear behind him, using the runes on the floor to muffle his appearance. Harry immediately turned around to show the old man he saw through his little trick.

Ollivander jumped as Harry's eyes met his, Ollivander's head hitting the door due to how far back he jumped in his fright. "Hello Mr. Ollivander, I am in need of a wand for when I start Hogwarts this year," Harry said calmly while he internally smirked at besting the man at his own game.

"Of course mister…." Ollivander trailed off, hoping to get the name of the young man who had somehow beaten his trick. He was quite put off about it if he was being honest. He had scared thousands of young wizards and witches over the years as they came into his shop, he'd even done it to Albus Dumbledore but somehow this young man had seen through it. Harry, however, remained silent as he squinted at Ollivander's magical aura. 'What on earth is causing that earthy feeling his aura is sending off? It is almost like.. That's it!'

"You're a High Elf, possibly the last of your kind," Harry observed calmly. Ollivander's eyes went wide as he drew his wand from his pocket darting towards Harry so quickly it almost seemed like he apparated again.

"How did you find that out! Who told you!" Ollivander said in a panic, the look on his face almost deranged. 'This man is an idiot, his race is clearly some kind of big secret yet by the way he answered any doubts I had about him being a High Elf vanished,' Harry thought amusedly. Harry quickly scoured his mind for any information he had on high elves. They had a lifespan of approximately two thousand years, they enjoyed causing mischief and despite most of their race being extremely knowledgeable they rarely responded to any question beyond the most cryptic of answers. Magic wise there were good at race magic or, as Harry knew it to be, the combined magic of Matter and Time to cause permanent change to a living being. They were also extinct, or at least that was the general consensus. The race's only identifying trait other than their ears was their aura and since High Elves were adept at race magic, it was generally easy for them to conceal or change their ears.

"Your aura simply screams it, Mr. Ollivander, in any case, I do need a wand, if it would speed things up the wood type I am most connected to is Yew, my magical number is eleven and I am right handed," Harry said calmly, ignoring the wand pointed at his face as he listed off everything his wand should have minus the core. There was probably less than ten wands in the shop that were eleven inches, made of Yew and were designed for right-handed people, with that finding the best one for him to use should've been simple.

Ollivander's eyes went wide, 'What the hell is this boy? Aurasight is a dead ability, the only thing close to it that still exists is magesight,' Ollivander thought, standing still, frozen in his shock.

"Mister Ollivander is something wrong?" Harry asked his amusement showing clearly due to his tone. Ollivander shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts. He had no time to wonder about such things, he needed to ensure that the child didn't tell anyone of his racial status. He was, however, surprised by the fact that the child knew so much of what his wand required, or at least the child thought he did.

"Of course, I assume you have your Hogwarts letter for proof that you are indeed of the correct age to receive a wand?" Ollivander questioned, doing his best to remain calm while thinking of a plan of action.

"Of course," Harry responded as he drew the letter from his robes. It had been given to him by the Imperiused Dursley's a week prior when it had arrived with their mail. It made things easier, even if he could've just forged it instead. He'd even decided to write them a letter back using a conjured owl. Of course, he probably confused the hell out of Dumbledore who would undoubtedly be expecting his plans to be going perfectly. Plans which involved Harry being completely cut off from the magical world. Ollivander looked at the letter held in the boy's hands critically. It had the official Hogwarts seal and appeared to be made of the same distinctive parchment as most Hogwarts letters, it was most certainly authentic.

"One moment, I believe I have three wands that suit the requirements you listed earlier," Ollivander muttered as he made his way into the back of his shop. 'I will sell him his wand and obliviate him the moment his back is turned to leave, it will make him forget I am a High Elf he will never know a thing' Ollivander plotted before quickly making his way to the front of the shop with three wand boxes in his arms. He set them down and lifted the lids from the boxes quickly.

"These are the eleven inch, right-handed, yew wands you have?" Harry asked as he reached towards the one on the far left and picked it up hesitantly, it didn't feel right at all.

"Go on, give it a flick," Ollivander encouraged. Harry grimaced but did it anyway. He flicked the wand causing the shelves to all start shaking. Ollivander snatched it out of his hands, quickly putting it back into the box.

"Definitely not, it appears dragon heartstring is not compatible with you," Ollivander muttered before passing Harry the wand in the middle. Harry remained passive, the wand didn't feel awful like the other one did but it didn't feel perfect either. He flicked it forward slightly, almost jumping as a small torrent of flames emitted from it. 'How the fuck did that one feel anywhere close to right? It almost burned me!' Harry thought incredulously.

"Not that one either," Harry said quickly and Ollivander nodded in agreement. Harry slowly picked up the last one, a small smirk appearing on his face. He flicked it forward which caused golden sparks that were so bright that they were almost blinding.

"Most curious, it appears you were right about your wand requirements, that is a right-handed wand made of Yew, eleven inches with a core of solidified dementor mist, very hard to acquire and it has a strong connection to fear. However what is so intriguing about that wand is that is has a secondary core, of a griffin hair which symbolizes the bravery of its owners. The wand was an experiment on my part. I am not sure why I made it after all Yew is connected to death and while I can see a connection between death and fear, bravery doesn't connect as well," Ollivander mused in surprise. He had never expected to sell the wand, he had only brought it up because he had so few other wands that fit the requirements the boy had listed.

"Well, thank you for the wand Mr. Ollivander," Harry said happily. 'Well, I am done here,' Harry thought with no small amount of satisfaction at having a proper wand at last. "Obliviate," Harry said, quickly altering Ollivanders memories to make him believe everything had gone the way Ollivander had expected it, even giving him his old name to make him think the memory was real.

Harry exited the shop whilst Ollivander was still recovering from the obliviation and thought of his next stop while he put his wand into the large pocket dimension he had following him around. The magic was really quite ingenious, a large storage space condensed into the size of a pen tip which he could put things into at will. He could conjure it all but it wouldn't be the same and if he wanted to show off the fact he was rich at Hogwarts then he needed to have clothes that were unquestionably famous designer quality. 'Twilfitt and Tatting's it is then,' Harry decided. So it continued, Harry going to shops, gathering his school supplies and altering the memories of the shopkeepers, spending far more time in Flourish and Blotts than any of the others. After a few hours, he had gathered all he needed. He quickly walked to Knockturn Alley, heading into a darker corner of the Alley and apparating away, directly back into the large pocket dimension which was located near the Dursleys.

"My lord, you've returned!" Darkness exclaimed happily as she rushed to him from the seat she had been sitting in as she read.

"Yes Darkness, I've returned, I trust you've been enjoying your reading?" Harry asked dryly as he looked at the book she'd been reading. The title made him mentally chortle 'One thousand ways to torture a muggle' 'Been there, done that' Harry thought.

"Anyway we need to discuss my plan for when we arrive at school, things have changed,' Harry said. Darkness's face scrunched up in confusion.

"What caused them to change? Did your lordships not give you as much influence in the Wizengamot as you were hoping?" She asked worriedly. Harry chuckled lightly, shaking his head.

"No, no, I assure you it was nothing of the sort, Darkness, I have two hundred and sixty votes on the Wizengamot," Harry said with a smirk. Darkness froze and her mouth hung open a bit.

"But, but that would mean…" Darkness stuttered.

"I am the lord of the every founding family of the British Government, the most prominent magical government in the world," Harry said smugly. There were around twenty countries that had magical governments and amongst those the British had the most wizards by far, it was the country where the first wizarding communities had been set up due to the powerful wizards and witches it consistently produced. The list was impressive, Merlin, Morgana, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Voldemort, and of course Harry Potter.

"So how do you want to proceed then master? Many of your plans revolved around gaining political power," Darkness asked curiously. Harry pursed his lips slightly.

"The plans will remain similar, instead of focusing on the Wizengamot we will being putting more focus on recruiting followers and getting revenge on Dumbledore," Harry explained.

"Of course, as you say," She agreed, bowing her head. Harry sank into one of the chairs he used while reading.

"In any case, our plans won't take effect for two weeks," Harry said resignedly. He'd been so bored ever since he finished his magic training. Though there had been some fun rituals he'd done. Well, fun for him. Dark and twisted to most people.

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Harry walked through the crowd calmly walking towards platform nine and three quarters, ignoring the retarded redhead woman shouting about muggles, someone whom he suspected had been instructed to do so by Dumbledore in order to gain his attention. He calmly walked through the pillar hiding the platform and looked around, quickly looking through the horde of witches and wizards. 'There they are, long time no see Holly,' Harry thought as he looked at his old family. He quickly waded through the crowd, heading onto the train.

Harry sneered as he looked into the first compartment and saw that one of the redheads had somehow gotten onto the train ahead of him. 'Fucking Weasleys, they are even more bigoted than the Malfoys even if it is towards the dark instead of the light' Harry thought in annoyance. He'd been researching all the major families and what he had found about the Weasleys disgusted him. They were essentially an army of Dumbledore pawns. He quickly walked past that compartment and continued walking, trying to put some distance between himself and the bigot. He stopped once he saw an empty compartment, opening the door and going inside.

"Peace and quiet at last," Harry said as he cast weak glamours and notice-me-not charms onto the compartment. It would deter those who would want to waste his time. 'Like the Weasley I just saw,' Harry thought with a smirk as he saw another member of the Weasley family walk past his compartment. With a simple thought, he undid the glamour he had on the space just above his shoulder causing the black and blue phoenix resting on him to be revealed.

"Now we just need to wait and see," Harry said as he summoned one of the books on charms he'd been keeping in his pocket dimension. He already knew far more about charms than the author did but he wanted something to make himself more inconspicuous. All he had to do was wait, someone skilled enough would eventually come along and notice his spells. If things went well they would end up breaking the spells and investigating who cast relatively powerful deterrent spells. Well, powerful to most people. Then he would meet someone interesting who would hopefully be intelligent enough to hold a conversation.

Sure enough roughly ten minutes later Harry looked up from his book as he felt someone unraveling his spells. The door slid open to reveal a tall girl with icy blue eyes and platinum blonde hair that went down to the middle of her back. 'Ah, a Greengrass most likely, it is expected that one of their family would be capable of unraveling my spells, though she does seem a bit young to be able to do so, impressive. I suppose that means I win the bit with Darkness, I am glad I was correct in my guess that the Greengrass heiress would be the one to notice the spells. Research certainly pays off sometimes. I still do not know why I agreed to a bet with her, much less one where the stakes were her being allowed to pleasure me whenever she wished. I could have just ordered her to pleasure me and she would have gladly done it, damn those hormones clouding my judgment when she made the offer,' Harry recalled as he used his occlumency to recall the incident nearly instantaneously.

"Hello Heir Greengrass, it appears I was correct Darkness," Harry said. Harry mentally smirked at how his words caused her eyes widened slightly further for a moment when he said Greengrass. 'Most definitely the Greengrass heiress then,' Harry remembered as he searched through his memories via Occlumency. The phoenix seemed to mope from its spot on Harry's shoulder when it heard Harry's words.

"Is, is, that a roy- royal, phoenix?" She asked in complete shock. Harry, who had been giving his 'pet' a glare that would make fully trained aurors whimper in order to get his 'phoenix' to start acting normally again. He looked over at her, boredom showing in his posture.

"Yes, yes it is, she happens to be my pet," Harry said nonchalantly while smirking mentally for what had to be the tenth time in the past month. His plans were going oh so well. Even the small details like scaring the shit out of people by having a creature that was worshipped as a god in parts of the world as a pet. Granted it was correct to assume they were gods, the deities were the royal phoenixes after all.

"Who are you?" The Daphne asked in a frightened whisper. 'How on earth could anyone know who I am, the only person who I haven't interacted with anyone my age yet, how does he have a royal phoenix as a pet more importantly who is he? He is also really handsome' Daphne thought, unknowingly blushing as she looked at him due to Harry's power. 'His robes scream rich, his demeanor seems almost calm and almost rehearsed, and more importantly, he is quite possibly the most handsome person I have ever seen.'

'Who am I, I cannot believe the amount of time I spent debating that question the past two weeks, still, for now, I must be simply the ex-heir of the Potter family, nothing more at least publicly,' Harry thought.

"I am, Harrison Libertas, formerly Harry Potter," Harry said. smirking slightly as the girl momentarily lost her composure, her entire face and posture showing how shocked she was for a moment before she recovered. 'Harry Potter? Mother and Father discussed him once, they said his family essentially disowned him if I recall correctly, they changed their heir to his sister the girl-who-lived, is that why he changed his name?' Daphne wondered.

"A pleasure to meet you," Daphne said nervously, slightly blushing again despite that, as she slowly sat down across from Harry. Harry mentally laughed and smirked as he saw how perfect the situation was. A girl on her own was extremely vulnerable to the strange ability he had. He'd managed to gain enough control of it in the pocket dimension that he could choose who was affected by it but what caused it and how it worked was still a mystery to him.

Harry's eyes flickered over the fifteen-year old's body and almost immediately decided that he would increase the exposure she had to his power. It never went away once he exposed someone so he had made sure to keep it to an amount that would only cause her to like him up to this point, it was time to change that. He exposed her to a ton of it, of how he loved females. He never had to use Legilimency or charms in order to manipulate them, they just flat out worshipped him the moment he exposed enough of that strange power to them.

'Though to be honest if I exposed my full magical aura to anyone I would be worshipped as a god anyway, that or I would be attacked out of sheer terror,' Harry mused.

"I assure you the pleasure is mine," Harry said charmingly as he allowed a massive wave of his the strange power to wash over her. He watched her closely, he had yet to see the full blast of the aura contact, someone, in Diagon Alley he had kept it restrained and before that he had infected every girl who even laid eyes on him so he hadn't been able to observe it as of yet.

He watched with no small amount of interest as her pupils momentarily dilated before going back to normal and a slightly creepy shine entered her eyes which didn't fade away. He observed her for a few more seconds before deciding it was over 'That is actually quite creepy, at least now I know what causes their eyes to shine like that when they look at me,' Harry thought.

"Mr. Libe-Master, were the spells on your compartment a test?" Daphne asked, as her mind slowly became consumed with a nearly obsessive level of unnatural love for Harry causing her to become more devoted to him by the second. Harry shrugged slightly.

"If you are curious you'll find the puzzles around you. If you are determined, you will solve them. (Erno Rubik, creator of the Rubik's cube) In other words, I wanted someone who was not only alert enough to notice my spells but also determined and powerful enough to unravel them, whilst relatively weak for me those spells had enough power behind them that most students would have problems unraveling them, yet you, a first year, did so," Harry said nonchalantly. He only admitted it was a test because he knew at this point she would be unable to betray him, her obsession with him would prevent it. The fact he discreetly cast a spell on her to make her immune from Legilimency attacks may have also had something to do with it.

"We-weak?" She asked in shock, those spells had been difficult to unravel, almost as hard as the ones her father had cast. The spell for it, Finite, was easy but the more powerful the spell the more concentration and power was needed to unravel or stop it. Harry simply smiled waved his hand at the door, casting ludicrously a powerful notice-me-not charm along with setting up a repellant ward strong enough to repel a nuke blast if it was hit with one. He flashed back to his sister standing on the platform and quickly exempted her from the spells, 'If I know Holly any minute now she will show up, I just hope Dumbledore has not corrupted her,' Harry worried momentarily before shrugging it off, from what he'd seen the obsessive devotion his power caused didn't ever fade that alone would be enough to ensure her loyalty to him.

Daphne simply froze as she felt the power of his spells, 'What is this power? He could slaughter the entire country in seconds! I have never felt anywhere close to this much power in my life,' Daphne thought as she restrained her body from shaking in terror. 'He will not hurt me, cmon Daphne get your shit together,' She told herself.

"May I inquire as to how you acquired a royal phoenix," Daphne asked after she composed herself once more. Harry blatantly smirked.

"You may ask," He responded, his tone clearly showing his real answer. Daphne frowned slightly.

"But I shall not be told the answer," She observed in a dry tone. Harry nodded his head slightly and smirked again. 'I like this girl, she is not half as dumb as most of the people I have interacted with up to this point, it is almost like talking to a version of Darkness where she is not nearly all-knowing,' Harry mused.

Harry looked over at the door as he sensed the alert spell, which he had tied into the repellant ward to inform him if his sister approached, had gone off. He watched as she rushed into the compartment, the rituals enhancing the speeds he was capable of seeing and increasing the sharpness of his vision being the only things allowing him to see her clearly. He momentarily saw a chibi version of himself dancing in his head when he took her in. Her beauty had only increased since her early childhood. She had the same killing-curse-green eyes he had along with shoulder-length jet-black hair, pale skin, and a lite smattering of freckles with a small button nose. Her clothes certainly helped her appearance as well, a short plaid skirt that showed off her long, smooth, pale legs and the button up shirt she was wearing that showed her developing c cup breasts. 'At this rate, I will be fucking enough girls to call it a harem,' Harry thought dryly before he felt a slight impact as Holly reached him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Harry! I knew it was you in this compartment the moment I felt the spells on it," Holly said happily as she deliberately pressed her body against Harry's trying to show off the fact that her body had matured a lot since he had last seen her. Of course, Harry had absolutely no need for that reminder, he'd been observing her since she entered the compartment, seemingly moving in slow motion for him. 'Though she has no way of knowing of the dozens of rituals I have performed, nor that fact that I have not seen her in three hundred and fifty-three years, from my perspective at least, I had to train to be able to fight against gods, even now I only win due to my immense skill and power, they far outrank me in sheer magical knowledge,' Harry thought with a slightly pout, he had wanted to surpass Darkness's knowledge quite badly.

"Hello Heir Potter," Harry said scathingly. Holly blanched slightly and flinched, pulling away from Harry, looking distraught. He had remained calm at the bank but being disinherited by his own father was a blow, to say the least. Darkness, from her spot on Harry's shoulder, looked down at the girl with a slight glare in the dark purple eyes of her royal phoenix form.

"Harry, I'm so, so sorry about that James didn't ask my opinion before he did it, he announced it on our tenth birthday," Holly said, crying slightly as she remembered the day her so-called father had essentially disowned her brother, after that day she had never called him father again. 'I cannot lose him, I have to make it up to him, I will not let us be apart for a moment longer, no after being apart for so long' Holly thought desperately. Harry sighed slightly.

"It is fine Holly, I didn't think you had anything to do with it, I am glad to hear it though," Harry said after a moment. Holly smiled and immediately began another suffocating hug with Harry before pulling away and looking around the compartment.

"Wait, who are you?" Holly asked in shock as she finally noticed the girl sitting in the compartment, who, up to this point, had been sitting quietly, observing the situation. Daphne mentally scowled. 'Lucky bitch, as his sister she can do stuff like that all she wants,' Daphne thought with jealous as she watched Holly pressed herself against Harry.

"I am Daphne Greengrass, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Daphne said, concealing her jealousy.

"Holly Potter, Harry's sister," Holly said, narrowing her eyes. 'What was the tone she used? Is she… jealous?' Holly thought in surprise. 'Good, she should be, I will be Harry's and no else will be allowed to pleasure him but me.'

"Actually Holly, my name is Harrison now though since you're a friend Harry is still fine," Harry said. Holly suddenly looked ecstatic. 'Why on earth is she happy I changed my name? Perhaps she knows something I do not?' Harry wondered.

"Are, are you still a Potter?" She asked looking hurt. 'Please, please do not be a Potter, it would allow us to marry each other I could serve him forever!' Holly thought happily.

"No, I have changed my last name to Libertas," Harry said, glancing over at Daphne, considering how much to say before continuing, "I am Lord Royal."

Daphne froze and her already pale skin became paler while Holly smiled widely. "I told you when we were kids you were going to be important, I was right. Do you know how much panic the all of the founding family's wizengamot seats reactivating caused? They can't even do any meetings due to the number of active votes missing from each meeting without the holder of those seats being there," Holly said happily. "What do you plan to do?"

"I suppose that you were right, I cannot tell you everything but I will tell you this, soon the laws of Wizarding Britain's will be changing, and many of those in power will be changed," Harry told her. 'Of course I refrained from telling her that I would be building myself an army for when I am eventually declared a criminal for the changes I will be causing, plus for when I declare war on the rest of the world,' Harry thought, laughing mentally at how he envisioned Holly's reaction when he found out what he was planning.

"Attention students, we will be arriving at Hogwarts in five minutes, please ensure that you're in your school robes," An announcement came out of the magical speakers around the train. Holly and Daphne both scowled slightly at the thought of having their alone time with Harry interrupted.

"Well, I can change pretty easily so I will just step out of the compartment, and Daphne, say a word about anything I've said here and you won't wake up the next day," Harry threatened darkly. Holly smirked at Harry threatening Daphne. 'See bitch? I am his, he does not need you,' Holly thought happily. Daphne for her part looked terrified. Harry stepped out of the compartment, casting powerful wards around the spot he was standing right next to the door. He didn't want anyone bothering him after all. He flicked his wrist exchanging the clothes he was wearing with the Acromantula silk robes from inside his pocket dimension. Harry's face momentarily showed amusement as he looked at Darkness who was sitting on his shoulder, pouting once more at not seeing her master naked.

He waited outside the door and it opened minutes later to reveal both Holly and Daphne, both dressed for Hogwarts. "You can come back in," They said simultaneously. 'These two need to get their shit together or I will be punishing both of them,' Harry thought as he watched the two glare at each other. Gradually Harry felt the train come to a stop.

"Your trunks are in your pockets, right? The train is stopping, let's go," Harry said. As he turned around and began walking away, he didn't need to deal with two hormonal girls this soon into his Hogwarts years. Both girls quickly snapped out of their fight and began following after him.

AN: I hope you enjoyed the chapter, be sure to review and favorite. I tried to showcase the different girls and show them in different lights. Whenever writing a pairing with multiple characters filling an extremely similar role it's always hard to make them seem different. For example Holly and Daphne in this past chapter as well as Voldemort from before. Whilst they are all affected by his power they all have their own personalities and it manifests in different ways. For most girls it means falling in love with him but as you know girls treat those they love different based on their personality. Some are warm and bubbly towards their 'crush' (Though crush would be a major understatement in this case) while others are shy and almost terrified of their crush finding out how they feel. However, in general, they will all be submissive, this is definitely a dom Harry story. A slight exception to this is Holly who, due to growing up with him, will occasionally disagree with him if it involves something extremely important to herself, like Harry's safety or his love life.