Chapter 21

Harry's Wrath

Tom scheduled their next meeting at the end of January so that he and Harry could focus on the poison. He finally introduced Harry to the basilisk living in the Chamber of Secrets. It was weird meeting her, Harry had to admit. Looking at her from a different point of view, Harry could see that she was very beautiful.

As Tom asked her to lower herself so that he could get the venom, Harry found himself almost hypnotized by the scales, his hands sliding smoothing against them. Tom chuckled. "Enjoying yourself, my little snake?" he asked.

Harry blushed and looked at the gigantic creature. "I never knew that she felt so smooth," he admitted. "And she's so docile."

"That's because she knows that she is with Slytherin's Heir and his loyal boyfriend," Tom said. "She is docile to her friends and deadly to her enemies. But you should know that already," he looked at Harry.

Harry frowned. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"That time is now destroyed," Tom said. "Those events will never happen. She will continue living on, and my diary will still be safe. However, if you wish punishment, I will gladly give it to you." Harry suddenly went cold as he looked at Tom. The older teen said nothing as he patted the basilisk, pulling out a large vial. "Give me your venom, Slytherin's Heir has needs of it, in return, I'll bring a Centaur for you."

The basilisk opened its mouth wide, unhinging its jaw as its two pointed fangs seemed to grow larger. Voldemort held the vial confidently under one fang and waited. Venom secreted from the fang and slowly dripped into it before increasing in volume, filling the bottle slowly. Harry went back to petting her, pressing his face against the body as he did so. The scales were cold but welcoming.

When the bottle filled, Tom petted the basilisk one last time before looking at Harry, "Give her a kiss goodbye, little snake," he told him. Harry pressed his lips against the cold scales and closed his eyes as he heard the snake move back away from both of them. Harry heard the creature's heavy slithering away before a moment of silence, then a rumble of stone. He opened his eyes once more to see Tom standing in front of him. He kissed Harry and pulled him along, "Come on little snake, we have a poison to make," he said.

They decided to create it in Slytherin's study, as it would be the easiest place to hide it as well as collect the necessary ingredients. It was a surprisingly easy poison for the two to make. The only annoying part was that it took ten days to make. So, by the middle of January, Harry and Tom found themselves standing in Slytherin's study around a cauldron.

The poison was surprisingly green. It was not toxic green or reminded Harry of any vegetables, it was just green and sat still now that the fire underneath the cauldron was extinguished. He looked up at Tom, who was busy lining up small crystal vials for the potion. They worked together to carefully fill the vials and sealing them, storing them in a nearby standing cabinet. When they were done, they had almost twenty vials filled with the poison. Harry took one and pocketed it.

"Do you have a plan on getting to Tremblay?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, I do," Harry nodded. "I'll pretend to be a younger year, she hopefully won't ask too many questions, and if she does, then I'll use my wand."

"Finally using Curses, are you little snake?" Tom chuckled. Harry's cheeks grew rosy as he shrugged. "I want them to feel my pain," he said.

"And they will," Tom smiled. He looked at his watch and then back at Harry. "It's currently only five in the afternoon," he said. "Will you do it now?"

"Yes, she should be in the library right now," Harry nodded. "I used my Invisibility Cloak to track her all last week. Every day from four till dinner she is at the library, studying. So all I really have to do is approach her like a student who needs some help. I'll pretend to be a Fifth-year asking for study habits."

"And the drink?" Tom asked.

"I'll sit with her during dinner, at least for a while," Harry said. He smiled, "I'm sociable, I make friends easily. I'm sure I can convince her to have dinner with me." Tom chuckled and smirked at his little snake.

"How perfectly lovely," he said. "By the way Harry, I hope you did not forget about the requirement for our next meeting."

"I have to bring someone with me to the meeting," Harry said. He frowned, "I haven't been thinking about it, been too busy thinking about this."

"Well, then let us get this over with, my Peverell," Tom said. "Transform for me, my beautiful woman."

Harry glared at Tom before moving to the mirror in the study. It was easier now to change his body. His hair changed to the style he had previously, his features softened around his face as his waist slimmed and his chest expanded to the bigger breasts that Tom demanded. Harry stared at his reflection in the mirror and saw a teenage girl staring back at him. Tom once again stepped behind him and wrapped his hands, groping Harry's tits before hugging him. "You will hate this," Tom whispered, "but you look so beautiful like this Harry. My sweet, beautiful snake." He kissed Harry's neck and turned Harry's head to kiss him properly, a hand kneading Harry's breast. The boy moaned in the kiss, his untransfigured dick jerking at the sensation.

"You're right," Harry whispered, "I do hate this." Tom gave his chest another squeeze and smirked, "Make this a good performance. That is an official order from your Lord. I want to make sure these poisons work."

"Yes, my lord," Harry muttered. Tom's hand moved away, and Harry pocketed the poison. He took a breath and smiled, "Well here goes nothing." He gave Tom one final look and the two walked out of the study.

Harry felt uncomfortable as he walked. His chest felt heavier, and he kept getting weird looks from everyone he passed. The girls all stared at him like he was odd while the boys just stared before turning around as if they didn't. Frowning, Harry looked down at his chest. They weren't huge, only about a B cup he figured, but still, it was way more than he was used to having on his chest. He rubbed his chest uncomfortably and grumbled.

The library was surprisingly crowded when Harry walked in. He could feel the glances and stares as he walked by and had to fight against the sensation to blush deeply. It was mostly boys that were staring at him as he walked by. Did they never saw a girl before? He thought before looking at his chest again. I knew I should have kept them small. Why did I allow Tom to do this to me?

Any thoughts or embarrassment went away, however, the moment Harry saw Leonie Tremblay. Anger and hatred boiled inside him, but he kept a level head as he walked up to her. She was a simple looking girl. She had reddish-orange hair and a pretty enough face. She was slender but other than that she was unremarkable. My tits are bigger than hers, Harry thought. He approached the table and did his best to look innocent. "Hello, um are you Leonie? Leonie Tremblay?" he asked, his voice sounding feminine.

The girl looked up, "Yes I am, can I help you?" she asked.

"Um, my name is Daphne Parkinson," Harry said. "I'm a fifth-year and, well, my friends told me that if I needed help making a study schedule or anything, you're the one to go to."

Leonie smiled, "Yeah, of course, I love helping my fellow Slytherins. Have a seat." Harry slid down and looked at Leonie Tremblay. She stared back, her eyes glancing down at Harry's breasts for a moment before looking back up at him. "I'm sorry, I just… I don't think I ever saw you before," she said. "I didn't even know the Parkinsons had a daughter going here."

Under the table, Harry's hand was holding onto his wand, pointed at Leonie. He smiled and said, "Oh, that might be because I'm a little shy. You see, a lot of people stare at me and, it makes me uncomfortable."

Leonie nodded, "I get that," she said. "I mean I have a few friends, but I never get that much attention." She shrugged and waved her hand. Something sparkled on it and it caught Harry's eyes. She was wearing a ring on her left ring finger. It was a simple silver band with a small jewel on top. "Anyway, you must be nervous, right, with your O.W.L.s coming up."

"Extremely," Harry nodded. "I can barely study for ten minutes before falling asleep."

Leonie laughed at that and smiled, "Well, do you study with your friends? Boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend," Harry shook his head. "And when I study with my friends I still fall asleep."

"Shame," Leonie frowned, "well, let's see if we can't fix that." She had Harry pull out a notebook and had him write up a schedule of all the classes he was taking. He wrote them down along with a small summary of what he knew. Leonie looked at what he has written down and nodded. "Well, good news you're not an idiot," she smiled, "but I can see where you can improve. It's like you have all this stuff in your head, right, we'll just have to organize it."

"Merlin, that sounds hard," Harry muttered.

"Nonsense, it's easy," Leonie smiled. "Look, instead of studying one subject for a long time, you can just break it up. Study a bit of Defense, a bit of Transfiguration, a dash of Divination, keep your brain active and going and you'll find that organizing things will become second nature."

"Is that how you got that?" Harry asked, pointing to the ring. "Congratulations by the way."

"Nah, I just got lucky," Leonie smiled, looking at the ring. "His name is Xavier, he's very nice and sweet."

"Sounds like a good man," Harry smiled tightly. Leonie nodded. "He is! Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone like my Xavier."

"How did you meet?" Harry asked, leaning forward.

Leonie placed her quill down and smiled as she told her story, "It was like a dream really. It was during the winter break, and we were at this gala with all the other Pureblood families, but I'm sure you remember that, right?"

"I do," Harry nodded.

"Well, Xavier looked so lonely leaning against the wall that I decided to be a real modern woman. I stood up, walked to him, and asked him to dance with me. He accepted, and I guess we looked so good and natural together, that before the night was done, his parents and mine talked about a wedding, and two days later Xavier proposed. Which is a good thing too, for he was about to face a scandal," Leonie nodded.

Harry frowned, "A scandal? What do you mean?" he asked.

Leonie Tremblay gasped, "You mean you don't know? I mean it's very improper to talk about—" she looked around as if she was about to say something extremely rude or scandalous, "but Xavier was apparently doing immoral stuff with that Harry Peverell—homosexual stuff," she whispered.

"Really?" Harry asked. "Who told you this?"

"Walburga Black," Leonie said, "in fact, you can almost say that it is because of Ms. Black that I saved Xavier. You see, one day apparently she caught Xavier and that Peverell boy walking down a hallway alone. They stopped, and she had to hide quickly when she saw Peverell kissing Xavier!"

"Wow," Harry whispered.

"I know, to think he was caught up with a homosexual," Leonie sighed, "I mean don't get me wrong, I always knew that Peverell was an odd one—he did come out of nowhere during September after all, and his hair! It's so long and unmanly. I really do hope that whatever is going through Peverell's mind will pass and this is all just a strange phase due to him running from the war. I would hate to know that my Xavier was friends with an actual queer. Not that you heard that from me," she gave a smile and small giggle. "Anyway, this was all after Peverell turned Walburga down for a date. Which was just rude, you know, when a girl gets the courage to ask you out, the boy is supposed to say yes, it is only good manners, don't you agree Daphne?"

"One hundred percent," Harry nodded.

"Right? He was just being so unnatural and rude," Leonie said. "So anyway, I heard that after his rejection and seeing Peverell kissing Xavier, she was so heartbroken, so sadden that she quickly ran and written a letter to Xavier's parents! Oh the poor girl, think about it, seeing a boy you like to reject you because he is just so confused! It makes me happy that I'm engaged and graduating, I will not miss this drama at all."

"I don't know," Harry shrugged, "Drama can be a bit fun."

"Daphne Parkinson you shut your mouth!" Leonie laughed, "you're not supposed to say that stuff out loud! Honestly, what did your friends teach you?"

Harry managed a small blush by thinking about Tom in lewd poses. Leonie smiled at that and patted his shoulder, "There, there girl, don't worry. You're still young, you'll learn these things."

Harry gave Leonie a smile, "Thanks," he said. "What happened afterward?"

"Well I already told you," Leonie said. "Walburga sent the letter and the rest is history, his parents worried about Peverell's influence asked my parents if I will marry Xavier, and well he is so handsome I just said yes right away!"

"How lucky," Harry said, "I honestly can't wait to get a husband. It was always my dream, having children."

"Mine too," Leonie nodded. "I hope that I can have boys, lots of boys, and the last one will be a girl. That way, she has all her older brothers looking out for her."

"Sounds good," Harry smiled, "I don't care what I have, just that I have my own children."

Leonie nodded at that. "How about we study for a while, and afterward we can continue this during dinner? That is if you don't have plans sitting with your friends—"

"No, no I would love to," Harry smiled. His heart was beating rapidly, and he failed to hide his smile as he looked down at the books he pulled out. This is all too easy, he gloated in his head. A lot of boys with one girl. I am so sorry Leonie, but they will never exist.

To Harry's surprised he actually was able to study for a while. He was mainly going over stuff he already knew from learning during his fifth year, as well as teaching his fellow students in the D.A. Leonie was an alright tutor in his opinion. She was far dumber than Hermione and way less effective, but in Harry's mind, there is no person alive who could top Hermione in her intelligence and patience. I'll make sure you'll learn in a better world, he thought to himself. By the time you and Ron and Harry Potter get to Hogwarts, I'll make sure that the world is much more tolerant, more peaceful, and could keep up with your brilliance.

Six came quickly, and Harry followed Leonie to the Great Hall. She sat at the edge of the table along with other seventh year girls. "Guys, this is my new friend Daphne Parkinson," she smiled. "Daphne, these are my friends. I helped her with some tutoring and girl talk so she's going to be with us for dinner, that alright?"

"Of course," one smiled. "Daphne, I have to say you look so cute! But your chest—those can't be real, can they?"

"They are," Harry blushed. He looked at Leonie, "Leonie, are you thirsty? Would you like some pumpkin juice?"

"Yeah that would be great, but you don't have to serve me, you're my guest," Leonie smiled. She grabbed the pitcher before Harry could and poured him a cup along with her friends before filling her own cup. Harry stared at the cup as his hand slipped slowly into his pocket, fingering the poison.

"So, what year are you in?" a girl asked.

Harry turned to her and answered, "I'm a fifth year."

"So Leonie was helping you with your O.W.L.s? That is so sweet of her," the girl smiled.

"I can't just sit around and not help, what can I say?" Leonie shrugged. They all laughed, and Harry pretended to join too. He looked around for an opening. He needed them all to look someplace else, anywhere else. His eyes went all along with the Slytherin Table and the whole Great Hall. People were still walking in with only appetizers and drinks out. Harry's eyes landed on the three Gryffindors who bullied him earlier and a thought came to him.

Under the table, he pointed his wand at the middle Gryffindor. "Imperio," he whispered under his breath. His spell hit and from where he was sitting, Harry saw that the teen instantly got a dazed look. Jump on the table.

Not even resisting Harry's spell, the Gryffindor jumped onto the table, earning a few odd looks and gasps from those around him. Dance on the table!

He started dancing, his face never changing as the Gryffindors around him started to laugh. A professor yelled at him and more and more turned to watch him dance. "What is that boy doing?" Leonie demanded, and she and her friends all turned to watch the Gryffindor dance. Harry took this moment and quickly uncorked the poison, dumping it in Leonie's cup. It took several students as well as Professor Dumbledore to take the boy down from off the table and Harry canceled his spell.

"What in the world was he thinking?" Leonie's friend said.

"What an idiot," Leonie frowned. "Daphne, that is the kind of boy you have to avoid. That Gryffindor and Peverell. Steer clear of those two types and you will be golden."

"Hear, hear!" her friend cheered, raising her drink.

Harry raised his away and smiled, "I can drink to that," he said innocently. The girls all clicked their glasses together and drank, Harry's eyes on Leonie as she downed her cup. "Let me refill your cups," he said and grabbed the pitcher.

"Such a sweet girl!" the friend said. "Daphne you shouldn't have.'

"I just want to thank you all," Harry smiled. "This afternoon has been one of the bests in a long time. Besides, this is good practice for when I marry," he winked at Leonie.

"Then please continue," Leonie said, taking a sip from her cup. Harry finished pouring and decided that it was time to go.

"Oh no!" he gasped. "Girls I'm so sorry—I left something important in the common room! I'll just slip back and go get it really quick."

The girls waved Harry goodbye and he walked outside the Great Hall. He did indeed walked to the Slytherin common room, and when he walked inside he was shocked to see that there was only one other occupant. Xavier.

Xavier looked up at Harry and gasped, "Harry?" he asked, recognizing him immediately. "Harry—you..."

Harry's eyes immediately harden into an angry glare. "Mulciber," he said.

"You did it," Xavier whispered. "You look like a woman." He rushed to Harry and kissed him before Harry could push him away, slapping his ex-lover.

Xavier backed away, looking heartbroken. Harry glared and slapped him again. "Who do you think you are?" he demanded.

"I'm sorry—I, I gotten carried away," Xavier stuttered. "Please Harry, you have to listen to me, I missed you so much!"

"Missed me?" Harry laughed. "Is that what this is?" He sneered at Xavier, crossing his arms. "Listen to me, Xavier Mulciber. It is over between you and me. Completely over. I will respect you as an older student, but that is where our relationship ends. You made your decision to be a coward, and I made mine. I'm with Tom now, and we are fighting."

"Coward?" Xavier whispered. "You think I'm a coward?" He sounded broken. He looked at Harry for a moment, his body shaking. "You don't think I'm hurting?" he asked. "You don't think I hate this?"

"You looked like you didn't care when you broke up with me," Harry said.

"I did that for us!" Xavier said in an agitated voice. "I had to do that for us!"

"Breaking my heart was for us?" Harry demanded. "Treating me like a fucking whore—"

"I NEEDED TO DO THIS!" Xavier yelled. He broke down and fell to his knees as he screamed. "I NEEDED TO DO THIS! IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY! We can never be happy Harry—we are cursed to have this endless aching need that can never be satisfied! This is our punishment—my punishment! WE CAN NEVER BE SATISFIED FOR WE ARE BORN DISGUSTING! I was born disgusting. I am disgusting for these needs." He was fully crying in front of Harry.

Harry's heart tugged, and he cried as well but he did not move to comfort Xavier. Wiping away his tears, Harry shuttered as he steeled himself. He allowed his magic to flow through him, dispelling his transfigurations. "I am not disgusting," he said, looking down at Xavier. "I am gay, I am living my life the best way I can, and I am fighting. What you said was wrong, entirely wrong. I will change this world to make it better, I will make it that people like us can live as we live and love who we love. I will create a utopia, and any who stands in my way will fall." He stepped towards Xavier finally and knelt down so that they were face to face.

Xavier looked up hopefully, his eyes begging for kind words and sympathy, but Harry gave none. "You are disgusting Xavier Mulciber, but not because you were born gay. You are disgusting because I loved you with everything I had, I gave you my body, my heart, and my mind, and you shattered me. Your relationship with that woman Leonie Tremblay will never give you the satisfaction I've given you, never touch you the way I touched you, and will never give you children. Don't you dare come running back to us for sympathy once the world starts changing. If you ever try to argue, to tell anyone, or stand in the way of my new world, I will personally cut you down."

Xavier cried again and Harry stood up and left him. When he re-entered the Great Hall, he smirked when he saw Leonie's searching face as the girl looked around the hall for her "friend." He went to Tom, taking his place in their group next to him. He took the pitcher of pumpkin juice and filled Tom's cup before filling his and his friends' cups.

Tom chuckled at this behavior and asked, "What happened to make you in such a serving mood?"

"Just want to celebrate," Harry said, raising his glass slightly. "To the fruitful union of Leonie and Xavier," he said, giving a cold smile as he lifted his drink slightly. The boys all stared at him, lost in shock. Tom chuckled and raised his glass. "To their union," he said.

The Knights all raised their cups silently, looking at Harry differently. The boy smiled and looked at them, seeing a mixture of both admiration and fear. He tilted his glass slightly in an acknowledgment to them all and drank.

A/N: Don't cross Harry is a new lesson we all should learn. Don't forget to review and thank you for reading.