Italicized: POV/Flashbacks/Thoughts/Spell

Bold: Monster

POV: Harry Potter | Date: November 3rd, 1998

Harry James Potter had done enough resting, his eyes opening with the speed of a bullet as he caught sight of the ceiling. It looked...like a cathedral. There were columns, a triangular roof, and a bright chandelier dangling down over him. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he was in the Infirmary back at Hogwarts...but he knew better. No...this place was filled with the aura of death, pain, and misery. And at the center of it were four individuals, all of them female. Harry sensed those four in the room with him, alongside six others. The ten of them were scattered around the room, few of them speaking. He could make out...five voices. Five out of the ten people there with him were speaking, and he was a bit disgusted by what he was hearing.

"Give him to us, Mother. My daughters and I will make the best use of him," An older female voice spoke, making it sound like he was some sort of possession that needed to be handed over. "While killing him would be difficult, he would be of excellent use to me and my daughters,"

"Yes, yes. You would fuck him all night long and feed on him even longer. Who cares? Give him to us, and we'll use his powers to enhance the Cadou. Besides, it would be better suited for both him and Mr. Black if he joined us," Harry's eyes widened as he shot up into a seated position. Sirius? He was here? With these people? Harry's eyes immediately widened further at the sight of those in the room. The older woman who treated him as a prize was enormous, standing at what he guessed was 9' 7", only an inch taller than him in his mutated form. She was wearing a white gown, a large black hat, and black gloves, and had yellow eyes that matched that of William Birkin and...himself. Had the G-Virus gotten out in the time he was unconscious?

The man who had spoken after her wore a dirty set of clothes. A buttoned-up shirt and brown jeans covered by a tanned trench coat. He wore black gloves like the tall woman and black boots, wearing a much smaller black fedora to match his smaller head. He had shaggy grey hair and a ruffled beard, his eyes covered by round black glasses. In his hand, he held a large mechanical hammer, which rested beside him as he leaned against it. To his right was an ugly monster creature...someone that was uglier and more 'animal' than even Pettigrew. This man was hunched over with a cloak covering his entire body. His fish face was all that was visible, alongside his scaly hands. Harry almost puked just looking at him.

To the fish-man's right was a woman disguised in all black, a white-dressed puppet in her arms. The puppet - or doll - was speaking, and held a high-pitched voice that was annoying Harry. To their right were three women, all dressed in black robes. They each had different colored hair and figures, which surprised him greatly. The first was a red-haired woman. She wore a silver tiara on her forehead and a black choker around her neck that held a green jewel. She would have been very attractive...if it wasn't for the blood. She and her sisters all had blood all over themselves. On their face, all over their mouths, on their chests. It was everywhere. The second daughter was equally as attractive - except for the blood - with blonde hair, the same tiara, but held a red jewel within her identical choker. And the third daughter had pitch-black hair and a yellow jewel within her choker. She had less blood on her, allowing Harry to study her without feeling the need to vomit.

Taking a peek into the redhead's mind, he was met with names. Her name was Daniela Dimitrescu - the 'u' being silent -, her sisters being Bela and Cassandra Dimitrescu respectively. They were made of...blowflies and could transform from their human form into a swarm of flies in a second. They were also vampires - or people with conditions forcing them to feed on human blood. Their mother was Alcina Dimitrescu - or Lady Dimitrescu - was also a vampire, but could not turn into flies. Instead, she could mutate into a flying monster, had regenerative abilities, as well as the ability to go all 'Edward Scissorhands' on someone, her nails turning into large talons.

The fish-man was named Salvatore Moreau, the hidden woman was named Donna Beneviento, her doll was named 'Angie', and the hammer-wielding man was Karl Heisenberg. Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Beneviento, and Moreau were the 'Four-Lords' of the village they resided in. A village in the depths of Romania. How had he gotten here? In the center of the entire group were two individuals. A cloaked woman wearing a golden mask. Harry tried to get into her mind but found himself forcefully removed. He decided to just enter the fish-man's, and found that her name was 'Mother Miranda'. The savior of the village it seemed. And...Sirius. He was alive and appeared in perfect health.

Sirius appeared a bit paler than he had before, and older as well. His brown hair fell past his shoulders and held hints of grey alongside his pointed beard. He wore a black and white two-piece suit. Black trousers, a white buttoned-up shirt, a black vest and tie, brown boots, and a brown jacket. It had a fur hood and golden outlining around the shoulders, arms, and back. He held a brown wooden staff, a black jewel perched at its tip. His eyes were still grey...but they seemed darker. This wasn't the same Sirius that he had tried to save at the Veil...just like he wasn't the same Harry that he dove in after him. It seemed that things were going to start confusing. "He's woken up!" Angie shouted, clapping her hands and swinging her tiny hips.

All eyes turned to Harry as he summoned one of his spare wands through space and into his hand. He pointed it forward, jumping back on the opposite side of the bed as they all held different reactions. Moreau and Angie were giggling, Beneviento was silent, the three daughters were licking their lips hungrily, Dimitrescu was smoking from her pipe, Heisenberg was rubbing the bridge of his nose, Miranda seemed indifferent, and Sirius gave him a warm smile. One that Harry ignored. As excited as he was to see Sirius, he was more concerned about the others in the room, and why Sirius hadn't spoken up to defend him from being sent into the hands of the vampires or even Heisenberg.

"Harry...you're safe here," Sirius spoke.

"Bullshit," Harry replied simply. Casting a stunner at the floor as Angie tried to rush forward. She screamed, falling onto her tiny ass before letting out an angry yelp. She shuffled back toward Beneviento, resting on the woman's lap. "I'm not going with anyone before I figure out where I am, how I got here, and who the hell you people are,"

"You have no right to request such things in my castle -"

"Quiet giant, it's my godson," Sirius bit out, slamming his staff into the ground. Harry could feel a ripple of magic spread through the room. Magic more powerful than even Dumbledore's.

"He's a problem," Dimitrescu replied. "One of my daughters and I will be happy to take care of,"

"I'm not going anywhere with vampires. I'd rather meet the wrong side of a werewolf than deal with any of what you four are about," Harry spoke, motioning to the Dimitrescu family. Alcina growled in anger, but her daughters all giggled as if they were enjoying some sort of show they thought he was performing. "Where am I?"

"A village in Romania," Sirius answered.

"How did I get here?" Harry asked.

"You appeared on my lawn," Dimitrescu spoke. "I was going to take you into the castle to feast on you when Black arrived and began to make a big deal about your arrival,"

"I appeared here? Accidental apparition?" Harry questioned.

"I believe so. What do you remember last?"

"I want all my questions answered first," Harry replied, his wand still in hand as he backed into the wall.

"Ok, we can do that, just...put down the wand, Harry," Sirius said.

"Then they need to leave. Just you and I," Harry added.

"I will not leave my -" Harry had had enough with the tall ladies shit, and waved his wand. Everyone but him and Sirius suddenly disappeared, wards going up around the room to keep people out. Sirius raised an eyebrow, looking around as the grip on his staff loosened. Sirius examined Harry, his grey eyes boring into him. Harry felt as if he'd never fallen through the Veil. It was almost like when the two had met before Harry left for his fifth year. Sirius seemed just as worried for him now as he had been then. "You look like hell," Sirius spoke. "Scars...burns. What happened?"

"You first," Harry countered. He wasn't going to let up. Not until he was sure that this new Sirius could be trusted and that those he had sent away weren't manipulating him. Sirius let out a chuckle, his staff disappearing in a cloud of black as two seats appeared. Harry took a seat, gripping his wand as Sirius took a seat. After a moment, his godfather spoke. "I fell through the Veil moments before you did. But seeing as you're young, I'm assuming I've been here much longer than you. I was thirty-five when I fell through the Veil. That was 1996. I arrived here in 1977. Only I didn't fall through a Veil, I fell out of a window somewhere in Germany. I searched for magicals for a while, and discovered quite a few, before coming across this place back in 1980,"

"I was surrounded by a pack of werewolves and a giant beast with a huge sledgehammer. I was brutally wounded and almost killed -" He motioned to the scarring on his neck and face that Harry hadn't made out in the dim lighting of the room. "- before Mother Miranda and the other Lords appeared. She sensed my magic, apologized for the injuries I suffered from, and helped me heal. I was taken under the guise of Lord Karl Heisenberg, and since then the two of us have been building an army capable of supporting Mother Miranda," Sirius gave Harry a wink, something that made Harry frown. Sirius and Heisenberg were up to something against Mother Miranda. Something big against the savior of the village. "Since then, I've been living in my hut on the outskirts of the village, training, getting better, and trying to find you and a way home. I didn't get anywhere close...until I felt the Ley Line in the North American Midwest suddenly fell. I knew only a very powerful wizard could do something like that, and I hoped it was you,"

"It was," Harry said.

"Amazing...I knew it was you..." Sirius replied. "What have you been doing? When did you get here?"

"Two years ago. I fell into the cavern that would be the Department of Mysteries. The Veil was there, only...no mist. No way to cross back through. I was ambushed when I arrived like you, only not be creatures, but by the organization Umbrella," Sirius' eyes immediately narrowed at the name, but let Harry continued. "They experimented on me. Turned me into one of their soldiers. I killed for them...destroyed countries for them. It wasn't until two months ago that I broke free of their control on me, and was able to move past it. It all started with a virus outbreak in Raccoon City, Missouri. I was sent there to help destroy the city after the zombie outbreak, but broke free of their control, and saved the city. I was helping to lead it away from the outbreak when the U.S Army arrived. They shot me and I lost control...and I was brought here. No doubt my magic sensed you here, and figured I'd be safe with you,"

"So...you're one of their bioweapons?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah...but I can somewhat control my mutation. I can switch between my forms at will, but if I'm too angry, I can change uncontrollably," Harry explained. He thought back on it, and frown. Sherry was gone...Leon was with the Army now...and Claire and his friends were back at Raccoon City. Shaking his head, he continued. "Who exactly are those people? What are they? And why are you living around here with them?"

"Those are the Four Lords of the village - not counting myself. Their families looked over the village forever, but it wasn't until recently that they came into power. Mother Miranda lost her daughter years before I arrived, and in her sorrow discovered an ancient power lying beneath the village. A Megamycete. A fungal community that controls what Mother Miranda called 'The Mold'. It assimilates human consciousness' when humans die, and can give people powers. Mother Miranda gained knowledge to try bringing back her daughter. Donna got the ability to give hallucinations and animate her dolls. Salvatore got the ability to control gooey 'enzyme' acid. Karl gained the ability to control all forms of metal, and Alcina became a full-on vampire," Sirius explained.

"And you?" Harry asked, sensing that Sirius was hiding something.

"We all got our powers from the Cadou, creatures created by Mother Miranda and given to us as gifts. Moreau's attached itself to his spine and is within the mound of flesh under his cloak. It's disgusting, so don't remove it. He implanted many more Cadou's on the Lycan's spines - Lycan's being the werewolves - to create werewolf dogs. You'll know the Vârcolac when you see them. Donna's didn't attach to her but gave her her abilities. She split the Cadou up and placed pieces in her dolls, bringing them to life,"

"Karl's Cadou allowed him to manipulate all metal, which was fitting given how his family owned the factory on the outskirts of the village. He used his Cadou's to create an army of mechanized molded creatures, all of which respond to the two of us," Sirius explained. "And Alcina's made her a vampire. She used her spare Cadou's to turn her entire staff into ghoul-like creatures, bat-creatures, and her daughters,"

"Her daughters are Cadou?"

"No...well...kind of. It's hard to explain. Three women who had died within this castle were implanted with Cadou parasites by Mother Miranda and Alcina. The Cadou's produced blowflies, which consumed the three women's bodies. Because the Cadou mimicked the Megamycete, the blowflies assimilated the three women's DNA and began to merge back into their human shape. After a while, they began to mimic the women's movements, personalities, and quirks. Alcina became fond of them and decided to make them her daughters. The redhead is Daniela, the blonde is Bela, and the brunette is Cassandra. Their only weakness is the cold. Get them cold and they'll be down for the count,"

"Good...to know," Harry droned.

"And me? I was implanted with a Cadou that I removed after a few weeks like the others. It gave me a few powers like enhanced regeneration, de-accelerated aging, and most importantly...I can control dogs," Sirius said.

"You...control dogs," Harry deadpanned.

"Yeah. Because of my Animagus form, my Cadou took that and mutated it to make me an 'Alpha Dog'. I can manipulate dogs and get them to do things for me,"

"That's...useful,"

"So...what about you? I'm assuming you picked up a few things from Umbrella," Sirius told him.

"Yeah, you can say that," Harry said. "I was injected with two viruses' and a parasite not like the Cadou. The parasite attached itself to my brainstem and spine and had attempted to take control of me. Make me angry and uncontrollable. I almost destroyed the train my friends and I were on, but I was able to pull it out in time. And the two viruses' caused a mutation similar to a third virus. I was injected with the Progenitor and T-Virus', which created a 'G' mutation without the loss of brain function as well as without another consciousness taking over my body,"

"That's...wow," Sirius spoke, clearly shocked. "What can you do?"

"A lot...my magic grew ten-fold with the virus' in my blood, and I was trained by magical mercenaries that Umbrella had gotten their hands on. I know my way around thousands of weapons from short-long range as well as hand-held and hand-to-hand combat. I can create tendrils -" One tendril shot from his palm, wiggling around as Sirius took a step back. Harry frowned at his godfather's moment of fear but continued. "I can fly without a broom, communicate with some animals, all my senses are enhanced, my regenerative factor is insane, and I can displace objects through space,"

"Displace objects?"

"I can call things to me and send them somewhere else as long as I know where I'm sending it to and I know what the item or person looks like. For instance, I could displace you from here to my office in Raccoon City easily because I've seen you, obviously my office, and this room, so I can send you back and forth," Harry explained. Sirius smiled, no doubt thinking that that was a very useful ability.

"Well...I'm sure Mother Miranda would offer you a Cadou for being my godson as well as having not immediately started firing curses at us, but I'm afraid of how it would affect your body with those viruses' in your body," Sirius told him.

"I'm not interested. My bodies already suffered from enough mutations," Harry replied, not liking the idea of a parasite being implanted into his body. Not after everything that had happened with the Ne-a parasite. Sirius nodded in agreement after hearing about the NE-a and turned to look at the door, which seemed to shake. The sound dampening charm was deafening the fist slamming into the yellow and gold doors. Alcina Dimitrescu was trying to get back into what Harry assumed was a spare set of bedchambers. "Have you found a way home?" Harry asked.

"I haven't...but I'm close. I can feel it," Sirius spoke. Harry frowned as the door continued to vibrate from the continuous thumping. Annoyed, Harry waved his hand, lowering the charms on the door as Dimitrescu's fist smashed through the door. "Ugh! Look what you did you mindless child! If Mother Miranda and my daughters weren't so interested in you I would slice you to ribbons and feast on you for -" Her words became silent as Harry took a seat on the bed he had woken up in, a bored expression on his face. He'd known these people for a good twenty minutes, and he was already tired of them.

"Now listen here, ma'am. I am no child. I am a wizard, who can slice you to ribbons without a care in the world. So drop your superiority complex and shut the hell up," Harry told the vampire lady, who looked at him with anger at his calling her out. She moved to respond, but the silencing charm held her tongue. Large claws extended from her fingers as she moved towards him, only for four things to occur. Heisenberg stepped forward, slamming his hammer down into the ground in front of her to block her path. Mother Miranda called for the vampire woman to stop. Sirius stepped forward in front of Harry. And Harry waved his hand, 'Lady D's' claws disappearing as she went rigid. A pair of chains wrapped around her wrist, pulling them up while more chance kept her feet in place. Those on top of the sticking charms, and she was still.

"Enough!" Mother Miranda shouted, birds coming out of nowhere as she hissed in rage. "Release her now!" She told Harry.

"I'm no child of yours, Miranda," Harry countered. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm protecting myself from her,"

"It seems you can handle yourself. Release her, and she will no longer bother you," Miranda spoke, seemingly calm, though Harry could sense the anger in her eyes. Harry wanted to protest but wasn't bothered as he waved his hand. The charms he had placed on Lady D suddenly disappeared as her arms fell to her side, her claws returning as she stumbled back. "You will leave him be," Miranda told Lady D, who sneered in anger towards Harry, who merely gave her a fake smile, one that pissed her off even more. Miranda spoke. "My children have been warned to leave you be, Mr. Potter. I hope that you will forgive my daughter's foolishness',"

"I accept your apology ma'am. I try not to judge people by their children's actions," Harry replied. Miranda gave him a warm smile, one that he returned, but there was a sense of irritation in both of their voices. They held a mutual understanding...for now. "Leave us," Miranda ordered to her children. "Heisenberg and Black. Stay here,"

"Mother, this is my castle. Surely I could -"

"Listen to your mother. Wouldn't want to fall into another misunderstanding," Harry spoke with a grin. Lady D hissed in anger, about to retort before catching Miranda's gaze. At the sight of annoyance in her eyes, Lady D shook her head and marched out of the room, bending down to get through the doorway. Her daughter all waved goodbye and turned into three swarms of flies that flooded out of the room. Moreau grunted and slowly stumbled out of the room after them. Beneviento kept her black veil over her face, picking up her doll Angie as she moved out of the room. This left only Harry, Sirius, Miranda, and Heisenberg, who hadn't picked up his hammer from its position buried in the ground.

"So...I talk first? You talk first?" Harry questioned.

"Who are you? I assume that you know Mr. Black personally and that you are magical like him...did you know him from his world? Are you perhaps related? How did you arrive here? Was it just you? We didn't find anyone with you when we arrived in the forest, but we can never be too sure," Miranda spoke, worry leaking out of her as her golden mask glowed brightly.

"Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter. Sirius here is my godfather. I am a wizard like him. We are distantly related through my great-grandfather's brother's wife Dorea Black, making us...third cousins...five times removed? I'm not sure. But we're distantly related through the Black Family. Not enough for me to be considered a Black though by any stretch. I got here via accidental apparition - teleportation - but I arrived in this universe through the Veil like Sirius. I jumped in after him alone, and I apparated here alone...unfortunately," He muttered the last word, but it didn't go unnoticed by Sirius, who frowned.

"Good...good...that means your affinity to the Cadou would be high like Mr. Black here..." Miranda whispered to herself.

"Mother Miranda...he declined," Sirius told her. Miranda's head instantly shot up as her gold mask turned silver, a hint of black showing through. Sirius stammered, shuffling his feet as he peered down at the ground. He seemed...frightened. This was the first time Harry had ever seen Sirius truly frightened by someone's power. It made him dislike Miranda even more.

"What?" Miranda asked.

"I refuse. I don't want to be stuck with a parasite. Not even if it gives me powers that don't take over my mind," Harry spoke. Though he wasn't entirely sure. Sirius seemed more different than before. The Sirius he knew wouldn't bow down to Miranda like this. Maybe the Cadou did affect your mind. Heisenberg chuckled, pulling off his glasses as he placed them in his coat pocket. He held out his hand, a wave of vibrations drawing the handle of his hammer to his hand as he swung it back to rest on his shoulder. Harry cast repairing charms on the floor and the door, figuring it was the least he could do.

"Kid's got guts, turning down you," Heisenberg spoke.

"I don't know her or her reputation. I'm going off of common sense not to put something like that in my body," Harry defended.

"And he's a smartass too. I'm starting to like him," Heisenberg grinned.

"Sorry. You're not my type. I'm into attractive women. You're neither," Harry spoke, annoyed. He wanted to get back to Raccoon City. To Claire. He needed to get Sherry back. And Leon too. Whatever it took to get everyone back to where they had been before the Army got involved.

"Oh, and he's feisty too. Man, this is good," Heisenberg said. "Let's see how strong he is," He bit out, swinging his hammer as Harry's eyes morphed from emerald to black.

"No!" Sirius shouted.

"Enough!" Miranda exclaimed. "Heisenberg, enough. Do not test my patience,"

"Yes, Mother," Heisenberg replied with a growl resting his ax at his side as Harry's eyes remained black, boring into the man as Sirius frowned. Miranda spotted the color change and laughed. "Mmm...I see it now. The power that lurks within you. It wants you. It needs you," She stepped closer as Harry stepped back, his eyes falling on Sirius, whose eyes fell to the floor as he stood still. It was obvious to Harry that he was alone in this situation. "You must reconsider Harrison. It would be most beneficial for you..."

"I said no before. My mind hasn't been changed," Harry spoke, backing into the wall as he clenched his fists.

"Oh...I feel that you'll soon reconsider," Miranda spoke. Her black feathery cloak exploded, feathers flying everywhere as she pressed her hands against his chest. He now found himself out of the castle, and within some cave complex beneath the surface. Her entire set of robes was gone along with the golden shield behind her head, her golden Megamycete necklace, and her silver mask. She now only wore a plain black cloak made of silk, her face clear to see. Like Lady D and her daughters, she was beautiful outside of her being crazy. Miranda had smooth Caucasian skin, silver eyes, greying hair, and pink lips, all signifying she was somewhere in her thirties or forties. Though when Harry took a peek into her mind, he was not only met with an ocean of unorganized knowledge and thoughts, but with over a hundred years' worth of memories. She was old.

She pressed him against the wall, something that didn't bide well with him as he immediately went rigid. He tried to fire a curse at her, but black tendrils shot out of the wall, pulling him in as her hand glazed over his chest. She seemed...hungry. But not like the vampires back at the castle. It was almost...joy. She was joyful that he was there. An opportunity he was providing her? He didn't know. Shaking his head, he turned away from her as she whispered. "You're perfect...it knows it. It's calling for you. For her,"

"No...you won't touch her," Harry spoke. He wasn't entirely sure who her was, but his first thought was of Claire. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let this psycho lay a hand on her, Sherry, or Jill. Any of them. "Oh, there, there Harrison. I don't mean her. I mean her. The one that will give me back my daughter. She has yet to be born, but...you...you are my prove of use when she arrives. And I will ensure that you are ready and willing for when she does. So...what do you say?"

"Screw you," Harry spat, his entire back half-sitting within the wall. Miranda's hands were all over him, making him extremely uncomfortable, pissed off, and strangely aroused, something that only pissed him off more. He tried cutting himself free with the cutting curse or mutating to try to force his way out, but it didn't seem to work. Having been done with foreplay, Miranda grabbed him by the jaw, pushing herself against him. She kissed him passionately as if she had been waiting to do it for years.

Harry was helpless as she kissed him, her lips traveling from his mouth to his jaw to his neck to his collarbone. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as she tore open his pants and underwear. Deciding he would be better off not remembering this, he focused on his Occlumency, falling into his subconscious as Miranda began to enjoy herself with him. It was terrible, but he quickly put himself to sleep, hoping she would do what she needed to do and just kill him. Better that than be her sex slave.