Geez, ChimaTigon. Be patient! The Wizarding world will have a large part in this story and that will start in force later on.

I'm glad you enjoyed it LordXeenTheGreat. I believe also believe asking Harry to 'get a grip' may be counter-productive Go0gleplex and I absoloutely love reading and writing fluff Have a Little Feith :D

Slightly shorter chapter than the last few. But, blazingphoenix123 (and any Centorea fans), this sure will be the chapter for you XD

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A Wizards Life with Monster Girls:

Chapter 10

Centorea Shianus considered herself a connoisseur of Japanese culture. She was fluent in the language, both written and spoken and had learned all she needed for how the country and its people operated from their colourful, animated documentary's. She knew all of this beautiful country's most unique facets such as: how to confess your love, that unless you see someone die they likely are not dead and even the mating rituals between humans and the tentacled, liminal species. These 'animes' were quite informative!

Centorea looked forward to seeing these things in person. Perhaps when she found a master to serve, they could go on a quest to discover it all, together.

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But, unlike most liminals (Centorea's trip not even being like other centaurs, whenever she thought about it), she was not in Japan to discover more of the world and see how human and other liminals lived their lives within it. No, Centorea had arrived with a mission. And that mission took precedence over her desire to explore and her need (as a knight) to serve a lord.

Following his resurgence after nearly five years in hiding, Centorea had been chosen (as one of the strongest of her herd) to defeat the centaur's greatest enemy. A man who massacred an entire herd in cold blood and has disrespected their species every day of his albeit short life.

Centorea's grip on her sword tightened and her tail flicked in anticipation as her hooves carried her away from the airport and out into the slightly humid spring air of the country of Japan. Carrying her onwards towards her mission.

The assassination of Harry James Potter.

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The weather was nice as they strolled out of the restaurant. Miia still licking remnants of her miso soup from her fingers appreciatively,

"Thank you for the treat, Darling." She cooed, smiling brightly,

"no problem." Harry responded with a blush, leading her way from the restaurant and down the bustling street,

"I'm… sorry about this morning. That was innapropriate."

"Hardly, Darling!" She said with a musical laugh, turning Harry's head in surprise, "Like I said, Darling. I intend on making you my husband. Such actions are only natural between husband and wife."

Harry's cheeks burned,

"B-but, the exchange program forbids those sorts of actions. My stupidity this morning could have got you deported." Harry hissed and Miia looked hurt. Harry braced himself for an inbound rejection, the true realisation of what he had done to her that morning (something, Harry disgustedly realised over breakfast, that was akin to Kazuto's actions) likely finally setting in. Touching her against her will and even when she asked him not too. Harry was sickened and prepared for whatever punishment he was to receive,

"Did you. No, do you regret it?" She asked shakily, stopping in the pavement with her hands clenched together before her and a face brimming with sadness and hurt looking onto his, "Did I do something wrong? Is it because I'm not human?"

Harry's eyes widened,

"Wha- NO! Of course not!" Harry almost screamed, hurt himself at not only the idea that he wouldn't want to be with her because of her species, but also because he'd stupidly made someone he cared for cry, "I just, did something I shouldn't have. I violated you and I broke the law."

Miia's eyes widened and softened instantly. The tears that had begun to well dissipated and she snatched up Harry's hands in her own and moved in closer so they were eye to eye.

"Darling, I truly love you. What you did to me this morning was not a violation." Miia declared heatedly, a long red taloned finger coming up to cover his lips when he began to refute, "Nothing you can do to me would be a violation. Because I have been yours ever since we met. I won't pretend I know how you feel, or why you feel that way, but I know that this is difficult for you. Just know that no matter what, I will always love you."

Harry was silent and his eyes were wide. Miia' heart nearly burst when she saw the glimmer of hope appear in them before they closed. Miia wa absently self-conscious of the looks they were receiving, but felt that Darling needed a moment,

"If you are sure that you are ok…" Harry said, slightly strained. Moving the finger from his lips and holding the hand tight. Miia gave a small smirk,

"Don't embarrass me by making me confess my love for you again." Miia said with a blush, Harry blushing himself before dragging her into a hug. The first, she noted, he had ever initiated (as well as the first they had ever had where he had not stiffened immediately on contact,

"Thank you, Miia." He said in acceptance of her confession. She smiled and held him close,

"I love you, Darling."

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Although Centorea was not the greatest of trackers, she had not expected to be hunting for her quarry for long. Still, she had not expected to find him within hours of leaving the airport and arriving in the city. But he had stood there in the street, hand in hand with a red haired lamia and walked off to the park with her in tow.

Centorea had resisted immediately leaping in to action in defence of the female, as she remembered that Harry Potter held no real prejudice towards liminals. He had only wronged the centaurs specifically.

Before, during and even after the war, Harry Potter's influence in liminal and magical creature legislation was felt throughout Europe. The champion and one of the founders of SPEW movement, the bill that forced fake blood and Woflsbane potions to be made available to vampires and werewolves free at hospitals and the opening up of Hogwarts places to magical liminals. He had done much in his years for liminal and monster rights, despite ridicule, anger and threats to his life and had improved the lives of thousands. Things Centorea respected and appreciated from the bottom of her heart.

So, attaching this figure to brutal war crimes and disrespect was hard to believe. But her parents and her people gained nothing from lying to her, and there were centaurs dead by his hand. That was a fact. So, although he had done much good, the vicious evils he had committed during the Blood War could not go unpunished.

Centorea almost sighed in disappointment as she carefully talked her prey. Harry Potter and the as of yet, unnamed lamia entered a nearby park and took a slow meandering walk through it. The scene oozing romance and she almost felt bad for ruining it.

She wondered what life would have been like if she had met Harry Potter under different circumstances (and he had not committed such violent crimes against her sister herd). He was above all, a hero after all; Harry Potter's position after nearly 5 years of hiding had only been discovered after his heroic rescue of the three liminal women. Sacrificing the anonymity he had (obviously) painstakingly strived for in order to save their lives. Centorea felt that in another life, the two of them would have gotten along.

They would have collided into one another at a crossroads, he would have been apologetic and helped her to her feet. Recognising her immediately as a knight, a warrior of justice like he, and the two would have committed themselves to that path together. He as the lord, leading them into battle against the forces of darkness, and she as his beloved knight.

Centorea shook the wistful daydreams from her mind and checked the sword at her hip, a large claymore replica of the sharp, steel blade she had been unable to smuggle through customs. She felt naked without her armour, but knew that despite its incredible craftsmanship, it would not block bolts of magic. But without it, she knew her speed and agility would be heightened, so hoped the lack of defence would not do her a disservice.

"Prepare yourself, Harry Potter. For today you meet your end." She said resolutely, galloping ahead of the slow-moving couple to cut off their path and face him.

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"HARRY POTTER!" A female voice cried, in what Harry detected as righteous anger, "For crimes against my people, I shall bury you!"

Harry and Miia turned sharply and saw that the small, cobbled path they had been traversing down was now blocked by a centaur. Towering above the pair of them, dark hooves scraping dangerously against the path as she glared, enraged.

Her eyes were as blue as the sky and her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and matched by the hair of her actual tail (which flicked from side to side). Her gossamer soft brown horse legs peeked from beneath a long black skirt that covered her lower half in its entirety. Whilst her torso was covered by a long, white sleeveless blouse which seemed to barely contain the gigantic breasts the woman possessed, a fact Harry was silently embarrassed to notice. Strapped to her waist (worryingly) was a sword, but a closer inspection saw that it was plastic.

Harry noticed this all in a split second as he registered her words, a cold uneasy feeling settling onto him. Miia noticed a defensive, almost angry air roll off of him once again as his emerald eyes stared down the centaur. She did not know who this woman was, but she flexed her talons in preparation of a fight. No one was harming her Darling, especially some barrel-chested skank who was cutting into their date.

"Who are you?" Harry asked carefully, acutely aware of a shift in the centaur's stance (in what he knew was preparation for a charge),

"I am Centorea Shianus. A centaur knight, here to defeat you for the honour of my people!" She snarled, drawing the large, plastic claymore from the sheath on her hip and swinging it deftly in a single hand. Harry would have been outwardly impressed if his life wasn't being threatened, "I do this in vengeance for the herd of Bane, from the Dark Forest of Scotland."

Harry's blood ran cold.

"Y-you were sent by Bane? He's still alive!?" Harry choked out, worrying Miia as she noticed the colour drain from his face and a shiver run the length of his spine,

"Who is Bane?" Miia asked curiously,

"Bane, lamia-san. Is the only survivor of his herd. A warrior herd that Harry Potter butchered in cold blood!" She roared, stunningly not drawing any attention to the three of them, a horrified look settling on Miia's face as she turned to her Darling in disbelief,

"What is she talking about?" Miia asked in worry, though not believing the woman before her at all,

"The centaur Bane had to flee from the Dark Forest when Harry Potter led an army into it and slaughtered his people. He barely escaped with his life and has been haunted by that man's visage ever since." Centorea stated passionately, Miia noticed what appeared to be tears forming in the woman's eyes, and her brown equestrian ears drooped in evident sadness, "He told us of the disrespect you levied towards his herd and culture. Using them as tools against your enemies, shamelessly riding on their backs and corning their divination. You truly are scum."
Miia was stunned and turned to her Darling once again, a glance asking if this were true, but a shake stating it was not.

"Bane, Miaa, was a monster." He said shakily, not through shock or fear any longer. He was shaking in identical, righteous anger, "I watched Bane and his brethren slaughter innocent men, women and children out of sheer prejudice against humans. They were responsible for hundreds of deaths out of sheer racism."

Harry glared over at Centorea and the woman had to hide a flinch as she felt the rage and power pour from her magical foe,

"And any who defend them mark themselves as my enemy." Harry said coldly.

Centorea swung her sword forth and pointed its tip down the path towards him,

"Such words mean nothing to me. For yee are already marked as mine!" She declared, "I shall be duelling you in the name of my fallen brothers and sisters."

"Ready when you are." Harry growled and Miia was gently pushed to the side. The message clear, they were to do battle. And she was not to interfere.

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I'm sorry to disappoint you moops, but although this story will include various girls, the main love interests will really just be the main characters from the manga/anime. Sorry to disappoint.

Fall2Glory, this is something I have actually been considering since I started planning this fic. There are several smut scenes I have planned and/or written out. So, I will pose the question to the lot of you:

Would you rather keep any and all smut (as in detailed scenes of intercourse, not like the previous chapter) within the story? In which case, there will be the likes of disclaimers at the start of the chapter and indications during the chapter.

Or, to allow this story's plot to remain undisturbed, would you like me to create a separate fic where all the smut scenes will be written and placed there? It would mean that the story still flows nicely whilst the smut remains available for those who want it, but it just won't be in the main story. Which also might allow me to knock the rating back down.

Additionally, I have been considering not including Papi, I know she's a fan favourite and I have a lot of things set out for her if she joins, but I could just as easily slice her and it would not change THAT much. So, do you guys want Papi or no?

(This might satisfy you a bit, moops? I dunno.)

Either PM or Review what you want and I'll go with what the majority goes for. Cause democracy and all that.

Thanks for reading x