It is the prologue of history.
Harry returns to school after defeating Voldemort. He had never told his friends where he was going and hunting for soul pieces, he had only gone by himself with the help of Severus Snap. For the wizarding world, all attacks have died down, and all Death Eaters have disappeared along with their master.
All the heroes are not mine, I use them to just tell my story.
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Prologue
"This is crazy," Harry whispered, his heart beating so loud he could have sworn the entire library would hear it.
The girl kneeling in front of him made a dreamy murmur of agreement, her half-closed gaze fixed on the stiff cock she was pulling from his robes.
- Is it real? Y-You're not just messing with me, are you? You're actually going to… "He tensed, the rest of his question fading away as the warmth of her lips enveloped him. He forced himself to check for spectators in the darkened aisle, barely tearing his eyes away from the sexy blonde who nods obediently on his cock, casually lifting the mountain above her pale breasts.
"W-wait, stop it," Harry gasped through the haze of excitement and adrenaline.
She obeyed gradually, frowning in concern. "What is wrong?" she asked. "Am I not doing it right?"
"No, it's okay," Harry quickly assured her. Well, technically the situation was terrible, but now there was no time to deal with it. - I just need to check: how are you feeling?
The question seemed to surprise him about it. She sat down comfortably and blinked. "Um ... well, I think so." Her eyes focused again. - I mean ... it's like before. I think. But, uh ... "She looked around as if she only now recognized that she was kneeling half-naked in the graduate library.
The cool silence also brought Harry back to his senses. "Maybe we should stop for now," he muttered. "I think we proved it right."
But to his surprise, the suggestion only made her crawl forward, looking into his eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want ... Master?" She sighed with a sly smile, sticking out her tongue enough to brush against his still distinct erection.
It was at this point that Harry realized that this was not the intoxicated subject he had commanded just seconds earlier. It was Daphne Greengrass, Queen of Slytherin, in full control of her senses, asking you to suck his cock.
Harry said the same sentence again; the words that had run through his mouth since the display of the variety; from the night that changed everything; since Cho came back to his life.
"This is crazy."
Part 1
Harry blinked quickly as he climbed onto the raised platform. Even without the reflector, he was paralyzed by the glare of the crowd, trapped with no place to escape.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was a stupid student show of variety in one class. All he had to do was not be a colossal screwdriver, and the new Divination teacher would be happy.
"H-hello everyone," Harry waved awkwardly in diffused applause. "Um. Today I'm going to do a little hypnosis demonstration for you. Or, uh, if all goes well, you'll do it for me." He smiled weakly. It would be amazing if he could get his subject into a trance. For all his practice, Harry had only managed to get Ron to follow a few basic suggestions, and even that was after hours of trial and error. Harry had twenty minutes for this act.
"I'll need a volunteer first, of course," Harry looked across the room, looking for one of the club members Ron thought would be a suitable topic. After all, any hypnosis was self-hypnosis - the more his partner was open to action, the smoother it all went.
But then he saw her. Front and left: stylish blonde hair and eyes that playfully twinkled as they met his gaze. He had glared at her many times in class, but this was the first time he felt her gaze back at her. His pulse sped up immediately, and he blurted out her name without thinking.
Daphne.
The moment Harry said it, he knew he had screwed up. Daphne wasn't in the mind club, and she certainly didn't come to Divination to watch the entertainment program. When she stood up and cast an ironic wink at the girl she was sitting with, Harry's stomach dropped. She didn't want to be a hypnotic person; she volunteered to make a fool of him.
But now it was too late: she was already climbing the platform. Harry swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "I, um, didn't know you were going to do this stuff."
"Oh, I don't know," she replied with a wicked smile. "But you can experiment at Hogwarts, right?" The audience giggled. God, she was so pretty. T-shirt and sweatshirts. Honestly, she was more likely to hypnotize him than the other way around.
- Great. Well, um, for starters, I-need your hand. "Harry waited awkwardly as Daphne hesitated, then applied. "Okay, thank you," he nodded, taking her hand. "N-Now I'm gonna do shock or instant induction, okay?"
The theory was this Imply: overpower the subject with stimuli, then shock them into a trance. It was much more complicated. Harry had to go through the steps quickly, making sure his partner had no chance to process what was happening. Which was easier said than done when the very sensation of her skin against his skin burst through his stomach with nerves.
And then there was a problem with his voice.
Harry hated his voice. It was okay normally, but every time he was nervous or excited, his throat tightened, leaving his words cracked and tense. Most hypnotists, while transiting the subject, cultivated a specific voice, a deep, soothing intonation that evoked a feeling of trust and relaxation.
But not Harry.
"Now I want you to focus on the sensation in your right hand," he stammered, shaking Daphne's hand up and down. "Ok, um. N-now move your eyes o-on ... to ..."
"Everything's all right?" Daphne asked, confused, tilting her head.
Damn it. It has already happened. The feeling of pressure on the neck, the struggle to put one syllable in front of the other. Harry closed his eyes, trying to focus. He had to express confidence. He had to ...
- Uh, did you say anything about my eyes? Daphne asked impatiently.
Shit. He was losing it. "Uh, right here," he said, raising his free hand. "Just watch my m-my h-hand… move in front of your gaze. He barely managed to utter the last command as he pulled her arm forward. In an ideal world, this would put her in a trance, ready to induce deep hypnosis and suggestion.
But of course all he got from Daphne was a cry of surprise. "Whoa! What the hell?"
"Uh, sorry. I mean. Try to appeal to my hand and UH, um, aaahh ... Sleep!" He tugged her arm again. This time she barely moved, only looked at him as if he was mad.
The audience was giggling now. Some of them looked away in confusion. Harry looked offstage to where Ron was sitting, hoping to cut it short.
Then he saw her.
There, at the far end of the dining room, hovering at the exit. Even though he hadn't seen her in years, Harry recognized Cho: her messy black hair that always seemed to fall right around her shy, round features, and her large, pensive eyes; her full lips and a small but sensual body. The last time they talked, she broke his heart. And now she was here watching him fall to pieces again in front of everyone.
Not.
Not this time.
When Harry's breathing stopped. Something clicked inside him. The dam in the back of his mind opened and a wave of calm, focused energy surged through his body, soaking through his parched throat and relaxing his stiff muscles.
"Sleep," Daphne ordered.
Shock crossed her face. Then her pupils retracted, her eyelids fluttered, and she obeyed.
Daphne had a terrible night.
While most of her friends and sister had gone to Hogsmeade enjoying the Honeymoon specials, it locked her in a monstrous practice test and terrible coffee in one room. Then, when she and her fellow student Tracey screwed around, the mind club organized a two-part entertainment program. Just what the night needed: crazy Muggle tricks, and Muggle-born ideas. Playing with something as fragile as the mind.
If it weren't for Tracey's curiosity, Daphne would have left immediately. But the second act piqued her interest: the hypnotist. When her friend jokingly suggested that she should volunteer, Daphne almost laughed. And yet ... she looked at the boy on stage again. She recognized him from the newspapers and from her classes. Who in the world of magic has not heard of the boy who survived. He was an intelligent, quiet guy - cute, in his professorial way. But definitely not her type: he was shaking like a leaf when he spoke, and it looked as if a stiff breeze would knock him over.
Maybe it was perfect. Daphne raised her hand and smiled dazzlingly. Indeed, it caught the attention of the hypnotist. I have set the trap.
"Daphne," he blurted.
Oh, so he recognized her, too. Christ, did that just make him more nervous? As Daphne entered the stage, she could practically feel the vibrations against his skin.
"I, um, didn't know you were going to do this stuff."
- Oh, I don't know. But you can experiment at Hogwarts, right?
She smiled. In fact, Hogwarts was also about making your claim. About showing the world who you are and what power you can have. It was as her mother said: the school was a testing ground, a battlefield of cunning and will. And if she was to win, she had to set an example.
Sorry Harry, but the mind club had to learn an important lesson. And he was going to help her learn.
She played a suitable subject at first, obeying his commands and following him, albeit with a sly interject or two. When she suddenly jerked her arm, she couldn't help but scream in surprise. Was that supposed to make her feel relaxed? He just pissed her off.
His second pull on the arm didn't scare her that much, but it brought her frustration to the boil. It would be different if someone with genuine talent interrupted her studies, but it was just pathetic. Daphne withdrew her hand, ready to scold him and attack the stage when ...
"To sleep."
Daphne blinked.
Wait.
Did his voice… sound… different?
Daphne felt her muscles relax, and every part of her body felt heavy and tired. She tried to keep her eyes open, but they refused to obey her whims. Before she could comprehend what was happening, the world darkened around her.
She fell. Sinking into a deep sea of relaxation. In the darkness, she was vaguely aware of the hands grasping her, preventing her body from following her mind down, down, deeper and deeper. The surrounding sounds turned dark, unable to penetrate the waters in which she was now drifting.
But something hit her. A voice, resonant and powerful, flowing through her mind like a current, dragging her with it.
- Daphne? Can you hear me?
"Yes," she breathed, the words escaping effortlessly from her lips.
The hands holding her tightened. "Y-that's good," said the voice. "I… I am going to let you go now, and when I do, you will become very natural for yourself. You won't wake up, but it will be very easy, and It is only natural to stay straight and wait for further orders. Nod your head if you understand.
Daphne's head swayed slightly. Of course, she understood. It was easy. Just like the voice said. The hands released her, and as ordered, her body remained in place, perfectly aligned. Ready for further orders.
Orders? Wait...
Now, Daphne, counting to three, I will ask you to open your eyes. B-and you see that they open up like this, responding naturally and easily to my voice and my commands. "
His voice ... his commands ...
"1 ... 2 ... 3".
Despite how hard they felt a moment ago, Daphne's eyelids lifted just as the voice told them to. She could not clearly see her surroundings, the rows of tables and the people seated in front of her. They felt familiar, but everything seemed so blurry and blurry. So never mind.
What was happening? If only she could think ... if her sluggish thoughts just ...
"Very good, Daphne, great."
It's great.
"How are you?"
"I feel good." Thinking was hard, but answering was easy. So easy and natural.
- You feel very relaxed, right?
"Yes."
"Very open and sensitive to my voice and commands."
"Yes."
"And every word I say makes you feel even better, doesn't it?" Better and better, more and more relaxed and open. And it's so simple and natural, right?
"Yes." Daphne smiled. It was exactly as the voice said.
"That's because you're deeply hypnotized, Daphne. Is that not true?
If the voice said so, it must be true. "Yes."
"Tell our audience."
Audience. That's right. This is who they were. "I'm deeply hypnotized," she said.
Some laughed. Others just stared at her. One girl ... Daphne recognized her as a friend ... she looked shocked. Why? Did Daphne say something wrong?
Wrong ... something was wrong ... wasn't ... wasn't supposed to be ...
"And when you're deeply hypnotized, you know you have to obey orders, right?"
Wrong, her mind thought. "Good," her mouth muttered.
"With hypnosis, I can tell you think and they just will come true. As if it were the easiest and most natural thing in the world. Has increased ten degrees? "
What? It was not...
Suddenly, a wave of hot air passed over Daphne's skin. She let out an involuntary breath. The audience chuckled.
- You feel very hot right now, Daphne. It gets hotter with every passing second.
The heat radiated from all sides, pressing against her skin. Her clothes felt overwhelmed. She had to get rid of them. He needed to cool down. She pulled the T-shirt over her head, her sweaty palms ripped her arms out, and tossed the offensive article out. It caused a stir among the audience, but Daphne didn't care. Her vest had to be next.
"Whoa, whoa, stop! J-You're not hot anymore! It's not hot anymore!"
Daphne froze, the hem of her shirt halfway down her torso. The heat suddenly evaporated.
- Whew. Um, that's good. Just relax, let your hands slide to the sides. Fall deeper into the trance when you realize the power my voice has over you.
Daphne relaxed her shoulders, her body swaying slightly as a wave of relaxation rolled through them. She felt her nipples stiffen under the thin cloth, knew they would be visible to anyone who looked. But she didn't care. Her mind was in awe. The voice was telling the truth. It can make him feel whatever he wants. How could she fight it?
Maybe she shouldn't fight it ... she should just give up ... lose herself in obedient bliss ...
Daphne felt her mouth open slightly, the last traces of resistance leaving her with each breath. The voice said something about drifting, about going deeper, but she was barely processing it. There was no point. It was best to just let go, stop trying to think. Let the voice think after her; let it take her to ...
"I can even make you think and act in ways you wouldn't normally react," said the voice. "For example: out of three, I want you to become a happy, cheerful puppy for me. You will not be a student anymore, you will be a happy, cheerful puppy, without caring for your merry, merry head. "
What? Puppy...? Was supposed to be...? Wait...
"It will become as if it were the easiest and most natural thing in the world. On three. "
The spark of protest still burned inside her. She wasn't going to… couldn't be… not with all these people.
"1 ..."
Stop. It wasn't right.
"2 ..."
But the voice said it would happen. She could not. But...
"3".
The final number echoed in Daphne's mind. She felt the world beneath her change, causing her to drop to her knees. She tried to resist. She tried to keep her hands from reaching out and resting on the ground. I tried to stop her ass ... her tail ... from lifting. But it made little sense. She was on all fours. Just like a puppy should be.
No, not a puppy. She was a girl. She was ... she was ...
"Excellent. Just. I look more and more like a puppy with each passing moment. Very good".
Very good ... more and more ...
The fog in her mind pressed closer, gradually extinguishing the fight inside. It was so hard to resist. It's so hard to think.
Think ... think? Why did she have to think? The puppies did not think.
A wide smile spread across Daphne's face as a delightful sense of satisfaction overwhelmed her. That's right. The puppies did not think. And that's what she was. Puppy. A funny, happy puppy.
- That's right. You are a thrilled puppy, aren't you?
"Arf arf!" Daphne snarled in response. The people in front of her laughed and clapped. It was good. They were happy too. Daphne loved it when she made people happy.
"Why don't we show them some of your tricks?"
Daphne gasped excitedly, sticking her tongue out of her mouth. She turned to face his voice, eager to obey his orders.
And then she saw him: a man with a voice. The source of this wonderful, bubbling feeling in her. Everything about him radiated compassion. Security. Resilience. And control. Its owner. Her Master.
"W-wow. You really feel it, huh?"
Daphne cocked her head curiously. The master was acting strange. He seemed ... unhappy. Has Daphne done something wrong? She was his puppy ... she was supposed to make him happy. She wanted to help. He wanted ...
"Whoa! Wow!" The master pulled away as Daphne jumped up, desperately trying to lick his face. She had to let him know he was fine. She was here. She was a good puppy. He will follow his orders and make him happy and ...
"When I snap my fingers, you'll wake up!"
*Snap!*
Daphne blinked. What happened?
She was still on stage but no longer wearing her shirt. And she was on her knees, her hands reaching Harry's shoulders, her head level with his ... very prominent ...
"Eh-eh alright everyone! Um, it's m-my time!" Harry quickly pulled away from her, hurrying down the stage and passing the exasperated Asian woman who came over to take his place.
- Well, let's give it up for all of Harry. And for his lovely volunteer, "the girl added, casting a worried look at Daphne. "For ... being such a good sport."
The crowd screamed and clapped as Daphne staggered to her feet and retrieved her shirt, still bewildered. Memories flashed back to her, piece by piece, like remembering a dream from which she had just woken up. Feelings, sensations and thoughts she tried to process. Surprise. Shame. Embarrassment. AND...
Was she wet?
"Is everything OK?" Tracey asked, suddenly at Daphne's side
"Huh? Oh… "Daphne tried to shake the last of the fog off her head. "Yes everything is fine."
- Are you sure? You looked like you were pretty, um, you know ... apart from that. Tracey bit her lip, alarmed. "Is he really ...?"
Daphne's face turned red. - What? No, of course not! She sneered, hoping to hide the rising panic within her. "I was just pretending to be hypnotized to mess with him." Did you really think he turned me into a mindless zombie by just saying a few words?
"I think that's pretty stupid," Tracey admitted, embarrassed. "So ... the part where he told you to be a puppy ..."
"Did you see how terrified he was when I tried to lick him?" Priceless! Daphne laughed. "I'd just like to be there when that pervert tries it on another girl."
Tracey's eyes flashed. - Oh my God. She probably thinks she has some superpower right now. Daphne, this is so mean!
Daphne bowed with a smile. "All in the workday".
"I can't believe I really thought he really hypnotized you." I mean, can you imagine?
Could Daphne imagine what?
Could she imagine Harry putting her into a hypnotic trance with the sheer power of his voice, as if he were casting an imperius?
Could she imagine doing it again?
Could she imagine taking her deeper, shaping her thoughts and feelings to her liking?
Could she imagine whispering all cares and cares, robbing her of all pride, dignity, and free will until she becomes just a helpless, horny slave?
Could she imagine becoming a mindless toy at his disposal, ready to be used in any way?
"Ew, no," she lied.