Chimera
They would be there soon. The sounds of violence from outside had finally fallen to silence and the blast that had signaled the opening of the door had been several minutes ago. They would be there soon.
A dark haired man sat at a lone desk in the center of the room, looking over some papers before nodding his head and setting them down in his out box where they promptly vanished. Now all there was to do was to wait.
"Do you think it will take them long Kali?" he asked the tiger sitting at his feet, "I really can't be waiting forever to deal with them."
The tiger rumbled, then rose and placed her head in his lap as if to say, 'who cares, now pet me'.
The man chuckled but did as bade, scratching behind her ears in the way he knew she like.
"You are such an attention whore" he said even as the tiger purred under his hands.
Suddenly the purring stopped, and her head turned to the door.
"Ah, that would be them" he said, casually throwing up a shield in preparation for the coming explosion.
It came a moment later, the door fragmenting into tiny pieces which was really something considering what it was made out of. They rushed in behind the explosion, seven of them, bloody and battered and panting like they'd just run a marathon. They formed up just inside the door and waited for the dust to clear, anticipating an attack though none came. Then the dust began to move strangely, and they realized it was being sucked out the window by a powerful vacuum.
"Well, that was Very dramatic" said the man behind the desk, finally coming into their view.
"Harry!"
Harry chuckled, "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you here Ron" he said.
"This ends now Harry, come quietly or we'll put you down" Ron snarled.
"Well that's a fine way to say hello" commented Harry, barely paying the invaders any attention while still petting the tiger who had given them a cursory glance and decided they weren't worthy of her attention.
"This isn't a social call Potter" said another auror, pointing his wand threateningly.
"Such a pity, isn't it Kali" he said, stroking the tiger who clearly wasn't listening, "and I had so hoped to show off my newest creation."
"We got a good look at your creations before we came up" said one of the aurors defensively.
"Oh those, no, no, those were old experiments, failures I'm afraid" he said shaking his head but then smiling, "But you learn more from failure than success."
"Disgusting monsters" declared one, "you should have destroyed them yourself."
"Well, that's your opinion" said Harry, "but I am not so quick to kill just because it is convenient."
"Why don't you tell that to all those people you killed then" shouted Ron, "good wizards and witches dead because you couldn't control your freaks."
Harry's hands froze and Kali let out a warning growl. Immediate bloodshed was prevented however when a new voice joined in.
"And I suppose you'd be the authority of what is and is not a freak."
Harry turned his head away from the aurors to the shadows behind him, "Pavana, when did you get here?"
A woman emerged from the shadows clad in a black sari with a dark gray hood concealing most of her head, all but her face in fact which revealed her to be of Indian descent.
"Long enough to hear these fools pass their judgments. How very like wizards" she said disdainfully.
"Alright that's enough" commanded Ron, "I don't know who 'you' are but if you're in league with him we're taking you in as well."
"Oh yes, there's that stellar wizarding law at work" quipped Harry, "come within ten feet of the target and become a target yourself" he chuckled, standing and approaching the dark clad woman.
"Disgusting filth" she scoffed, but softened when he took her chin in his hand.
"Now, now, none of that." He said, "You can't expect dogs to behave any other way."
She cooed as his knowing hands stroked her cheek, her tongue, long and forked came out and vibrated in a way that was clearly a happy gesture. The aurors didn't know what to say though that had never stopped Ron Weasley from talking before.
"That's disgusting."
"That's the last thing anyone wants to hear from the human garbage disposal."
Once again the aurors turned in shock to the newest entry in the conversation and were justifiably confused when it turned out to be a tree. Then the tree moved, its bent posture stretching out revealing a very feminine form, its long vines covered in light yellow flowers taking the place of what was once long golden tresses and dark bark serving as exotically colored skin. When she opened her eyes the assembled men couldn't help but be entranced by the limpid blue pools which conveyed such emotion they wished nothing more than to fall to their knees and worship her.
But these were aurors and not common men, and besides, they hadn't forgotten the tiger or the man they had come for standing not fifteen feet away.
"You're awake Mellow, I thought you'd be sleeping" said Harry conversationally.
"I couldn't" she said, "Too many bad vibrations."
"So…" started Ron distractedly, "Surrounding yourself with freaks Potter?"
Once again Ron Weasley's premature demise was halted when the tiger put her front paws up on the desk and spoke.
"You really shouldn't keep saying that, he doesn't like it."
The aurors watched in horror as the tiger morphed into a woman, but not any common woman. Her skin was covered in a fine fur which held true to her feline color scheme and her teeth where far more pronounced than humans, sharper and more beast like. All of this however paled in comparison to her obvious assets, her lithe athletic build or the wicked ferocity so evident in her eyes that while frightening was at the same time alluring as well.
"What is this your bloody harem?" shouted Ron.
"Something like that" he said, ceasing his ministrations on Pavana who looked quite miffed at the lack of attention, "they, like the beasts you fought at the foot of my spire, are my creations".
"Had to make your own fuck toys, pathetic" said Ron with a vindictive smirk.
"Because potioning some girl to the gills so you can lead her down the aisle before raping her is so much better" said Harry, satisfied with the shock on Ron's face at his dirty little secret revealed.
"How did you know… I mean, shut up Potter" he shouted weakly, his wand hand trembling.
"Yes, perhaps once you're dead I'll pay her a visit, comfort her a bit, give her a taste of what a real man is like" said Harry with a salacious grin.
"FUCKING DIE" screamed Ron, followed by a very familiar curse, "AVADA KEDAVRA".
Everyone in the room tensed as the green spell flew, everyone that is except Harry who stood their unconcerned as the death spell came. He rocked back only a little when it connected, looking far more annoyed than anything else, quite an accomplishment after being hit with a murder spell.
"Now that just was not nice" said Harry.
Ron was visibly trembling now, not just his hand either.
"Just what kind of freak are you?" he demanded in a frightened girlish squeal.
Kali could only grin as there was no one left to interrupt and save the fool this time when her master, her perfector, vanished in a blast of fire only to reappear across the room with his arm shoved into the ginger's chest.
"That was three times you said that word" said Harry in a low growl as Ron gaped, "three strikes, and you're out."
With that said Harry ripped his hand from his one-time friend's chest, bringing along his heart and a fountain of blood. The other aurors were too stunned by the casual carnage to even twitch.
"Kill them" said Harry casually.
That got their attention but too late as the three women surged forward to obey. Harry ignored the sounds of battle, his full attention on the dying fool at his feet.
"To answer your question Ron, about what kind of 'freak' I am" said Harry gravely, leaning in to look the man in the eye, "I am a self-made one."
That said, Ron Weasley expired, eyes still open, mouth still agape like a fish. He would never know the whole truth, not that he would have understood it anyway. He would never know of what had driven his once friend to do what he had done. He would never know of the incredible advances in the art of Chimera creation his former roommate had achieved. He would never even know the fate of his wife who would be found missing not one week later.
But that was alright. Harry would take care of her, once he had fixed her. He had done it before, three times to be exact, four if he were to count himself. After all, one did not simply go shrugging off Killing Curses without a little improvement, now did they?