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Asper Strigis, a name which made Harry Potter's stomach turn in on itself.

Asper Strigis; Order of Merlin Second Class, Premier member of the Secret Organization Unanimous Lords, also known as SOUL, and most recently Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, An entirely unpleasant character to be around. Harry had only met Asper once in his life, and he had no wish to repeat the experience.

He was, for lack of a more suitable word, a Screech Owl Made Human. The first thing anyone would notice was his unique style of hair. His hair was a reddish brown, dashed with white patches throughout, like a particularly bad colouring jinx. The interesting thing was that two tuffs of hair were perpetually sticking upwards on either side of his head.

His eyes unlike a normal wizard's eyes had no white cornea; instead they were tinted green, adding yet another similarity to the Screech owls. He had adapted the Screech owl's fierce disposition, at least in conversations, waiting until his opponent was off guard and then striking.

In the small meeting Harry had hoped to organise visits with the man to the school library, to research. The meeting hadn't gone as he planned.

"There are more important things to discuss Mr Potter." He interrupted after Harry had mentioned the library.

"Such as why you are not in school?" the clever bastard had masked his curiosity with concern, but Harry wasn't about to be fooled by such a simple question. He knew what the Headmaster really wanted to know, was what he was doing, where he was going, and how to get him back.

Harry cast a level stare into Asper's eyes, unblinking. He knew the effect this kind of stare had on people, even McGonagall caved into it…sometimes. But it seemed Asper Strigis was not going to break anytime soon.

"My Business is my own." Harry explained calmly.

As expected a brief flash of anger pasted through the older wizards eyes, before a nod of understanding closed the question.

"Harry, have you heard of the SOUL?"

At Harry's blank look be began to explain.

"The Secret Organization of Unanimous Lords, an organization where each member stands as an equal, I am giving you the chance to join it."

Just as Harry was flat out going to reject the offer, Asper continued.

"SOUL's power reaches very far Harry, for instance, with their help I managed to achieve this job. The way the Organisation works, as it sounds, is all the members agree to a demand as long as it does not break the neutral zone. All members put there utmost efforts and resources into the task at hand. You may find that the previous Headmaster was also a member."

Harry visibly tensed at the mention of his late friend and mentor.

"We know all about the Horcruxes Harry, It was SOUL which helped Albus locate the first artefact and continues to locate the two remaining parts of Voldemort's soul."

Harry's entire world was breaking apart, while his knowledge had increased exponentially with him taking his fate in hand. He was no closer to locating Voldemort's Horcruxes then he ever was. Yet here was an organisation which seemed to have helped find two, if Harry's logic held out.

"So you know about the Snake then? Why me?" the questions rushed out before he could stop then, but he wouldn't have stopped them if he could.

"We do, you were chosen because you are aware of the situation already, and most importantly you wether you know or not, are the direct Heir to the Potter family inheritance, and indirect Heir to the Black Empire."

At seeing Harry's confusion Asper explained.

"In our world Inheritance does not cross over from one sibling to another, it goes down the line. Being a Godson is the closet thing to being a son you can get without blood. If you were not sporting the title of Sirius Blacks Godson, the Black Empire would have passed to one of his cousins, Namely Bellatrix Lestrange, Or Narcissa Malfoy."

Harry's disposition darkened immensely at the mention of a certain Azkaban escapee.

"The requirements for entry are Wealth, power and recognition. You Mr Potter have all three and that is why you have been allowed to join."

Needless to say, things had stopped there between them, after a brief few words Harry had left promising to return with his answer, and he hadn't. Declining the position offered him was one sure fire way to be banned from Hogwarts. Agreeing would put him into a position he had no idea about.

One thing he had been sure about after the mention of Bellatrix Lestrange was that anyone was invited as long as they possessed those three qualities. Which meant a lot of people who were Death Eaters, he had no wish to put himself in the presence of those people yet, he still wasn't confident in his ability to deal them a defeat.

Beside Harry Daphne was looking down at him contemplating.

After a few minutes of silence, Daphne brought her wand up from her side and hovered the tip over Harry's chest. Daphne's wand was a peculiar design, the wood was a light brown coated with a layer of Honey yellow polish. His first reaction would have been to move out of the way, but Daphne had no look of malice she usually had when she was about to curse someone's intestines out through their nose, so he remained still.

"Incantatio deliquesce, Nervus Opprimo" she whispered softly, pressing the tip of her want against Harry's throat, from the point where she touched, she drew a line down Harry's chest, stopping just before his pelvis. Daphne inwardly smirked as she watched Harry's body shiver as a line of green magic appeared where she passed her wand over.

'What was the second incantation she used?' Harry wondered idly as he remained still

From the Line of magic small lines sprouted out like cracks, spreading further and further as individual lines broke off from the main lines. Soon Harry's entire body was covered with the green magic, and such as suddenly as the first sign of magic appeared, it disappeared.

The first thing Harry noticed was the control regained in his arms, and also the lack of shackles around his ankles. Slowly he pushed himself up off the ground, not willing to cause Daphne to hurt him again. As he turned around to Daphne, he was surprised to see her on her feet and walking away from him.

"Daphne, don't go!" Harry called out hesitantly.

Hope sprang up within Harry as Daphne stopped walking. But it was quickly destroyed as Daphne whirled around to face him, thrusting her wand hand out towards Harry. Her Sapphire eyes were narrowed ever so slightly.

"Go? Why would I 'go', Get up Potter and prepare to duel!" She snarled.

Her words were enough encouragement for Harry to find his way to his feet. For some reason his body was unusually unresponsive, but he quickly put that down to the physical damage coupled with the spells Romilda used.

The moment he was on his feet, Daphne sent a hex towards his face non-verbally. Luckily for Harry respite his dull response time, he was still quick enough to dodge the sizzling orange jet of energy.

"I told you, I can't use magic!" he shouted as he jumped backwards and to the right, avoiding a particularly strong slicing curse. Sparing a look to Daphne's face, he wasn't surprised to see the usual malice in which she revelled in when attacking people.

She was progressively using more powerful and more dangerous curses as time went on, and Harry realised that if he didn't stop her soon, his ass would be on fire. Literally, she had just cast a Culus Ignio curse, which would have done exactly that.

Despite being unable to use his magic, Harry had held onto his wand, encase he was able to use it, and because he was able to draw comfort from the wooden object. Brandishing the Holly and Phoenix feather instrument towards Daphne's head Harry shouted a curse.

"Anguis-coma!"

For a moment the look on Daphne's face was horrified, it brought a smile to Harry's face at the thought of his magic working again. But sadly as time went on, Daphne's hair remained the same, and the small spark of magic he felt within him faded away.

"You dare try and do that to me!" she shrieked angrily.

Harry's smile vanished instantly as Daphne's face turned livid. He didn't even have a moment to respond as Daphne screamed out an incantation.

"Quatour vincli carcer!"

From Daphne's wand, instead of a blast, four chains erupted, full metal chains at that. A look of abject terror appeared on Harry's face as in slow motion the Chains broke apart and slammed into his limbs. Instantly, like Romilda before him, he was sent soaring backwards uncontrollably through the air, and would have continued to do so, If not for another flick of Daphne's wand.

The loose ends of the chains trailing after Harry magically changed direction, sending the links slicing into the Thousand year old stone walls. Harry's body was flung back towards Daphne violently as the Chains drew him back.

Harry strained against the chain's pulling with all his might, but in the end he relented as Daphne moved closer. Each of her steps sounded loudly in the almost empty corridor, making Harry fill with dread as she approached him.

"Harry." She said pouting.

Harry grinded his teeth together at the sullen sound of her voice, He reminded himself that SHE started it, and HE hadn't managed to cast a single curse at all. Determined not to look at Daphne's features, he stared down at the ground.

He watched as Daphne's slender hand reached up to his chin and gently pushed it upwards, allowing her eyes to meet his own.

"Harry" she whined softly.

"I don't know what's happening, I want to hurt you, but at the same time I'm holding myself back. Why am I telling myself I want to kiss you instead of hurt you?"

Daphne's voice had taken on a pleading tone as she spoke to Harry. And he listened, this was just a step away from the Romilda situation, and while he may not have minded as much, it would make him feel like he was betraying Ginny, despite him breaking up with her, the reason wasn't the same.

"Just let me go, I'll leave and then you won't feel that way, I don't want you to feel that way." Harry reasoned with her softly. His words had been genuine and from the look on her face she must have realised that. Her face darkened slightly after a few moments.

Harry felt like slapping himself, He let that statement go as an open ended one, It could have been interpreted in three different ways. And it seemed Daphne had taken it the wrong way. Her nails dug into the skin of his jaw, making him wince yet again.

"Am I not good enough for you?" she hissed angrily, moving her face closer to his, ever so slightly.

Harry shook his head from side to side quickly.

"You're to good for me." He said quickly, before sulking slightly as the words left his mouth.

Daphne on the other hand brightened considerably, before scowling.

"I won't let you go; nothing is telling me to let you go, except you." She murmured softly as she traced her hand down from his jaw to his throat.

Slowly she leaned towards Harry, sliding her eyes closed as her lips neared his.

Harry froze, slowly Daphne's lips were inching closer and closer, despite the attraction he felt towards her, he still held feelings for Ginny, and those weren't going too slid by and let such a thing occur. Defiantly Harry turned his head away, placing his left cheek where his lips had been.

Daphne's eyes snapped open as she felt Harry turn away, a low growl escaped her lips as Harry continued to stare away. Angrily she dug a single digit into the hollow of his throat, yet he seemed unaffected by it. Another pout appeared on her lips despite the anger she was radiating.

Gently, she brushed her lips over Harry's cheek and slowly moved them to his ear.

"Harry." She breathed into his ear softly.

"If you don't give me what I want, I will take that which you can only give once, and can never get back." To emphasis her words and give them meaning, she trailed her finger down from his throat to his pelvis, swirling a lazy spiral just above his groin. He instantly snapped his face back to Daphne's starting incredulously into her eyes.

Taking the opportunity, Daphne placed a light kiss upon Part of Harry's lips, savouring the look upon his face.

A smile lit up her face; she had him right where she wanted him.

He couldn't get out of her grasp, right?

Funny funny, Harry's caught, Funny funny, but I am not...I scare myself.