Harry hummed to himself quietly in thought as he made his way to the express. He had been mildly entertained when Fumbedore The Fuck Up, an apt summary of what the man was in his mind, had been made to turn the Great Hall into a dormitory- after the dinner feasts of course- for the majority of Gryffndors who couldn't figure out how to get into the tower after the new painting went up in place of the Fat Lady. Even more so amusing had been all the kids reactions to their stuff being stolen and wand shards being found in the mix of clothes; the anger and outrage over who could have done it was like an extra early Christmas present. Oh some people blamed him of couse but he had shut them down quick with one sentence: 'Accusng an Heir of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House of a crime WITHOUT evidence will see your family or House fined tremendously high and given to me; I'd expect this from a spineless worm, are you all spineless worms?'. Ripped from his thoughts he looked around slowly. He wasn't looking at the pile of students in pain, he certainly didn't oil the bottom step of the staircase for that would have been juvenile and below him- read: no one was dead or dying- , but trying to find the source of the gaze he felt on his person.
It wasn't odd to feel people looking at him lately. That gaze was normally fear or worry he may do something to the owner. No, this gaze almost felt... excited. There was a sense of willing and gladful submission, even a reverence for him, he could feel yet the source of the gaze could not be found. It was almost like it came from every direction.
Harry felt the journal in his pocket heat up prompting him to take it out. He scowled at the teasing message telling him to be patient and that he would know her soon enough. His master had never been the patient sort when he lived but he was stressing patience now, telling him- Hary- to learn from the mistake he made that led to his downfall. Scribbling back a quick response with the crow feather he stuck both items back in his pocket before walking down the steps and over the still downed Gryffindors like they were paving slabs. The sound of bone splintering did little to bother him or make him look nor did the pained yelps as kids cradled broken or sprained limbs. "Weaklings" he said in a loud voice. "A sprained wrist, fractured arm, broken arm or leg makes you yelp like suckling whelps? Godric must be turning in his grave." With a rather harsh glare he left them there uncaring about if he hurt feelings.
From her spot, well hidden of course, the girl smiled watching her Prince as she brushed the bangs from her face. He was such a dark soul... Just right for whom his master was and who he himself would be when he mantle himself. With her, his Crow, at his side of course. "The time nears my Prince of Genocide.. Just a bit of patience is all you need" she whispered to herself as she pulled off the sunglasses from her face revealing the palest shade of reflective ice blue eyes. "A bit of patience and all of my person shall be yours to command."
The two weeks Harry endured from the moment he stepped foot onto Privet Drive was dreadful. Unlike last year though the Dursleys feared for their lives around him. Vernon and Dudley had tried to make him fall in line the moment he was in the house & a dark curse, courtesy of his technically illegally made Trace-free wand, cut them off at the diaphram. Watching the two spit copious amounts of blood as the four pieces fell to gravity had been amusing for all of two seconds before his horse faced aunts screams ruined it for him. Even in her hysterical shock she tried to stammer out a threat he used his freak abilities outside of his freak school and killed her husband & angel son Harry had laughed long and hard.
"You would be right Petunia but theres one little problem with your theory. They can't track my wand. As far as the Ministry of Magic is concerned, my wand doesn't exist and the one they COULD track was broken in an accident. I can do whatever I want to you and get away with it. Does that sound familiar to you?" Harry had asked with a dark smile. His aunt only trembled in fear as the blood from her dead husband and son pooled together forming a giant puddle that began to absorb into the capet and seep between the cracks of the floorboards.
On the morning of the appointed meeting Harry glanced to the journal where a one word message lay waiting at the top of the page: noon. Glancing to the clock beside the bed he saw it was only just after nine. Enough time for breakfast, a run and a shower before he summoned the Knight Bus. Traipsing downstairs he saw his slave, evident by the collar of her own crystalized blood around her neck, working quickly at breakfast. He cleared his throat once and saw her jump as the last of his food was put on the table. Without prompting he watched Petunia fall to her hands and knees with her head pressed to the tile with not so much as a peep. She was learning, good. After breakfast, it was more like a small feast fit for a king, he left her to clean up as he opened up a can of wet cat food and emptied it into a bowl on the floor. "If you touch MY food or even think to touch my food you will suffer slave" he said making his way out for his run.
Forty minutes later he returned having worked up a decent sweat and made his way to the ensuite inside the master bedroom, his room. It made a dark gleam enter his eyes to just think his slave suffered in the tiny cubicle her and her dead husband forced him to live in for so many years. A thorough shower later and he had a little over an hour to kill til he had to be in Diagon Alley near Ollivanders shop in the courtyard. He looked through the massive wardrobe he bought with Vernons credit cards, after using dark magic to make the slave collar of Petunias blood as she futilely pled for mercy, and let a long 'hmm'-ing sound. This Carrion Crow Princess girl, someone his master said he would be able to trust because the magic of the curse that came with being the Carrion Crow made her beyond loyal to whomever the Butcher was, said to be stand out but not too stand out and he accepted that was smart. So he was either dealing with a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw he decided. Pulling on a set of black jeans, a Weird Sisters tee, Doc Martin boots and a black leather trench coat with silver buttons he took a look in the full length mirror. "Look ma, no hands" he said with a demented chuckle as the wardrobe closed by itself. Insted of taking the time to do his hair with the carved bone pins he settled on a white silk hair for ironies sake.
"If your chores aren't done by the time I get back there will be dire consequences slave. Am I understood?" Harry asked as he retrieved his house keys and wallet, stuffed to brim with pound notes in denominations of no smaller than twenty, stuffing them in his pocket.
"Y-y-yees master" Petunia said with a horrible stutter. Vernon was bad when he beat her, only when he was piss drunk though, but her nephew turned master was a million times worse. For all the abuse she allowed and was apart of she was lucky to be alive & she knew that. She was given animal slop for food and allowed nothing else to eat unless he allowed it. The consequences of speaking out against any decisions he made... She shivered violently as the memory of him flaying layers of skin from her conscious body while she screamed bloody murder in such agony...
"Good. I was kind enough to only make your chore list five..Pages long. You can do five pages in oh" Harry glanced at the rolex on his wrist "say two or three hours can't you?" he asked with a sinister smile. There was no way and they both knew it especially since his handwriting was TINY & ninety percent of the chores would have done simultaneously with magic for everything to be done in two or three hours. Sadly for Petunia she did not possess the very thing that would save her from punishment.
Petunia went paler than pale hearing that. She was good as doomed and there was nothing to stop it.
Harry glanced down to his watch again and saw it was eleven fifteen. "Don't disappoint me or it'll be even worse for you than it already it" he said before walking out the door and slammed it shut.
THE BUTCHERS APPRENTICE
Arriving at the spot early, ten minutes but it allowed him to grab a few things he needed, Harry looked around trying to spot his Crow.
"You are early my Prince Butcher. A bit more stand out than I had hoped but not enough to have the press on us. That is a blessing to say the least."
Harry turned his head spotting a girl sitting on the lowest branch of the lone courtyard tree. Her hair, a blood drenched mahogany color, was cut short like a boys to just below her ears with the bangs around her eyes beng the only real length to show for it. Her skin was not quite pale but not tan, somewhere in between. Dressed in shorts that were barely better than daisy duke cut-off shorts and a half shirt tied in a knot under her chest, a fact he noted to himself was slightly more developed than most girls his age, he was curious why he didn't hear about a slag in the alley. He made no preconceived assumptions about this girl but with how out of date this society was he had no doubts they'd see her dressed like that and label her a slag without a secnd thought. "So you are my Crow. More attractive than I thought you'd be be" he said noting after a second look that there was a pentagram stud earing in her left ear and an inverted crucifix in the right.
The girl just smiled prettily. "I aim to please my Genocidal Prince" she said with a bow of her head.
"Then show me your eyes."
The girl raised her head and with an almost theatrical slowness she pulled the thick lensed sunglasses away revealing closed eyes. First one opened and then other revealing such bright but pale and reflective artic blue eyes.
Harry was taken aback for a microsecond at the sight. There waa a cruelness in those blue eyes equal to his own but there was much more present. Blind loyalty and devotion, an eagerness to please him when and how he saw fit, a NEED to serve him- so many things. "Are you-"
"Blind? No my Prince, I am not blnd. Not in a traditional sense anyways. You could call my eyes being such a bright pale shade of blue a sign of my gift" the girl said hopping off the branch and landing in a kneeling positon before Harry. The ground frosted over with ice as she looked up at him.
"What do you mean you arent't blind in a tradition sense? Your gift is obvious but otherwise not."
"I do not see as you do. Like snakes I see in thermals and auras. Infra-red as the muggles would call it" she said. A slight tremble escaped her feelng Harrys hand on her flesh. She couldn't help wondering what he was thinking at the moment as she blinked slowly noting a curious expression on his face
The young wizard drew his hand back slowly mulling over the frost like drops on his fingertips. Her skin was ice cold like he just stepped into a deep freezer yet it was the softest thing he ever felt. She obviously took care of herself. Not to mention she had to be an elemental of some description or at least her family had to be familiar with ice type magic to be this cold to the touch almost always like that, he assumed she must be cold to the touch most the time anyway. Then their was her voice, almost recognizeable but he couldn't place it. "I feel like I should know you from somewhere, besides the fact we both go to Hogwarts, and I can't pin down where. Whats your name?" he asked.
The girl smiled again and under his watchful gaze rose to her full height. "My name is Sabrina Winchester but you may call me whatever you wish my Prince. Like my mistress before me was to your master, I am yours to command as you see fit. You whim is my command. Your enemies are mine. My resources are yours. Just say the word" she said bowing to Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow at such a bold declaration. Tippng her head up he stared dead into Sabrinas eyes with questions to test her mettle. "Anything I want from you you'll do" he repeated trailing his fingers under her chin and along her throat slowly
"Anything."
"If I had the whim to make you my whore."
Sabrina blushed the faintest but the strength in her eyes did not get thrown. "Then I would be the best whore I could for you I could humanly be my Prince. You could fuck me in class or in the Great Hall and leave me a dripping mess for all to see & I would only be too happy to let it happen if it would please you. The dim might take to calling me a slag but the drivel that passes as opinions of lesser neanderthals is worth less than the dirt on the soles of my feet" she said not breaking her gaze from Harrys. "Be your whore, a spy within my own House to report those who would think you harm even though they cannot... Be the eyes and ears, your sword and shield against those who think themselves far smarter than you as my mistress before me was to your master before you. Simply command me and it is done with not even a shadow of hesitation in every fiber of my being, this I swear this on my soul."
Harry noted the golden glow and filed it away for later inquiry. "So you are swearing to be my Bellatrix LeStrange then?" he asked as his touch against Sabrinas throat and under her chin turned more into pet like stroking.
Sabrinas eyes went practically white with power at the reference. "By the time I.. No, you are at your peak I shall make that wench look little more than a broken toy kneeling at your feet to be slaughtered at your choosing" she said as she leaned into his hand. "And I will do anyrhing you ask or tell me as I have already said. Nothing is too big, too small or even too dirty. Until we both graduate to the mantles of our predecessors we are but children, powerful children but children nonetheless; a Prince and Princess respectfully to the King and Queen they were. But when we take their places? The first thing I shall do as your Crow in full, I will give you the same vows I gave here. A Queen submitting to her soverign who is her Master, her Lord in every way and then when the world over fears you as they should I shall be at your side awaiting your every order. Even if that order calls on me to sacrifice my life for your ends."
Harry smirked and leaned in close so his & Sabrinas lips were mere centimeters apart. "This my little Crow" he upped the pressure of his fingers a little ellicting a purr like response which he noted to inquire about later as well "is the start to a beautiful relationship. Serve me well and you will be handsomely rewarded."
"My only dream and wish is to serve" Sabrina said through her content purr as the white faded returning her eyes to the bright pale artic blue.
Harry bit his lip and let a few drops of his blood, notably almost black in color, land on Sabrinas lips. Even as her tongue darted out and moaned softly at the remnants of dark magic as she took it in her mouth he was pleased to feel a tentative link form. It would strengthen the more blood he gave her but it would suffice for now. "Do tell me though, where are your shoes?"
Sabrina had to force herself to focus as Harry asked her a question. "I find shoes quite clumsy and tend to go barefoot, it helps with my gift" she explained almost whimpering as he removed his fingers from her skin.
"Theres much to do Sabrina and little time to do it" Harry said as he looked around with a calculating glance.
"I.. I don't understand" Sabrina said slowly.
"You wil." Harry drew his fathers cloak, now tracking charms free thanks to the goblins, from his trenchcoat inner pocket and threw it over them both after pulling Sabrina flush to him. He saw her face go cherry red but nuzzle against him happily making his eyes roll and chuckle. "First things first, if you are going to serve me then you will need a wand the ministry can't hope to track" he said leading her away toward Knockturn Alley.
"I-"
"Hush, if you are going to serve me than you will have everything to make my enemies little more than fertilizer and your...services" Harry drew out the word purposefully in such a way to ellicit a nuclear blush and shiver of desire from Sabrina "will pay back it all later when I choose. Now tell me Sabrina my buxom little Crow, what is the most potent poison in the magical world?"
Even as Sabrinas eyes widened she didn't resist as Harry pushed her into a non-descript building and slammed the door shut.
A/N: so I'm in need of reader opinion. I updated Call me Mr. Colt and I got a chapter for Like The Angel & You'll Regret that, which one would people like to see first? Both are going up but the order.. Not sure. I did remove All Hail The King of The Jungle, I lost track and it just... Sorry for those who were waiting but it jus got away from me. I tried to salvage a chapter rough but couldn't; I did however salavave a bit of key elements so they'll be recycled at some point into either a new story into one in progress already.
Also, HUGE creators credit to Sabrina Winchester who is the product of my favorite demented dark spirit DZ2. I was originally going to plan her out myself but a little thinking, some back and forth because of mutual respect & this little girl- as of now- will make Bellatrix look like a bumbling Firsty by story end. Hope she measures well D!