Note: http: groups. yahoo. com/group/Mehetabelos/ is my new group (you gotta remove the spaces and add two /'s cause ff. net are jerks). For those of you too lazy, it's also posted on my profile once it cycles through (later tonight or tomorrow). Apparently a few of you wanted me to start one so there it is. Second, the girl Harry gave the 'Black Kiss' (the kiss that drained her) was not Veranda, she's a sixth year girl Harry will meet soon enough, just not yet.
Uten: Thanks for reviewing, I'm starting to really look forward to them. It's great that you figured out how Christine can see magic now. I was wondering how many people would figure it out. I'm trying to keep the trio true to form while I break them up, and it's proving to be difficult and easy at the same time, which is sort of confusingI think. Hopefully it'll make more sense when Harry tries to return to the Gryffindor common room.
LT2000: Another good reviewer, I want to thank you personally for them. Harry's going to have a lot of on-and-off relationships. Pretty much Voldemort's mind-warping is going to turn him into a pimp, in a good way. Though, the idea of having Harry giving Hermione one of those black kisses is delicious, I'm not sure ifI can do that at the moment. Maybe when Harry's turneda little more to the darkside. Til then, I'm not sure.
Jon3776: I'm interested in knowing what you think of the story so far. I'm working on getting Bellatrix in again, but Harry's going to have to be more 'ready' for her.
Chapter 09
• Servant of Voldemort •
"My Lord," she said quietly as if begging him to respond. Harry stared, flabbergasted, sure that he didn't know the girl at all. "My Lord," she repeated again, waiting.
Deciding it was best to just respond and find out what was going on, Harry spoke. "Yes?" he asked, hoping she might give away right away why she was calling him her lord.
"I did not know..." she said, her tone shaky. "I did not know you would be coming here. You should have informed me so that I might greet you properly."
Harry blinked, watching the girl look at him with awe. It was as if he were shining so bright that she couldn't see anything but his face above her. She was a tall girl, taller than him by several inches. Her hair was considerably short, much shorter than most of the other girls he'd seen at Hogwarts. It didn't look bad on her though, it just brought the focus to her sharp face. Her eyes were pale brown, but they were sharp, the sort of eyes that he'd hate a teacher to have. She wasn't that curvy, but she had some. Altogether, though a little severe looking, she didn't look bad.
One of the other two girls snickered, but the familiar looking girl had her hand wrapped around her leg, and had yanked it out of underneath her, causing her to fall as well. "Don't you dare laugh in his presence," she hissed venomously. "He'll kill you where you stand."
"I'm sorry?" Harry said, not sure if he wanted to let whatever dream the girl was having continue. "I think you have the wrong person."
"No my Lord," the girl said, repeating the name, as if she showed a great amount of respect. "I could not mistake your presence. If you ask it I would see you as you are and nothing more... but I could not deny it in my heart."
It was as if the girl were trying to draw attention to him. Harry glanced at the third girl, who'd not said anything since she entered. She was another 7th year that he didn't know. He was surprised at how many Slytherins there were this year that he didn't recall having seen. "Just don't call me lord." Harry sighed. "I don't need more attention than I already have."
The girl bowed, her face dropping to the carpeted floor, touching them for a moment. "I will call you what you wish," she said happily.
"Harry's fine."
"Then I shall call you Harry, my Lord. Shall I do anything else for you? Do you require anyone, anything in the castle?"
"No, I just want to be alone right now," Harry said cautiously. The girl nodded, looked up at him one last time, and then stood, ushering her two companions out and following them.
He turned to Blaise. "What was that?" he asked to the shell-shocked girl. "Why was she calling me 'lord'?"
"She... you..." Blaise paused, trying to compose herself. Harry chanced a glance at Ginny, who was looking at him just as strangely.
"Look," Harry said pointedly. "Everything's just screwed up today and that isn't even close to the worst of it. My best friends just told me off, and I don't think I'm ever going to talk to them again. My slave somehow gained the ability to deflect magic, then to see it — not that it's a bad thing — just that it happened without any apparent reason. Tonks disappeared with Dumbledore, talking about everything that she found out about me. I find out one of my best friends is gay and never even felt the need to tell me. And, to top it all of, two weeks of my life seem to have disappeared altogether."
Christine rubbed up against him, not exactly a hug or a cuddle, just the pleasant feeling of her being there. Harry quieted a little, feeling slightly better. "I've got a slave who will do anything I ask because I own her. She submitted to me so that she could get away from a life that sounds damned similar to mine. Now I have to protect her, not just because she's mine, but also because I would feel like a jackass if I didn't. I understand what she's gone through, probably better than most people, and I feel sorry for her. It makes me want to help her, and if the only way to help her is to be her master... well, so be it. I just wish I'd had the choice and hadn't been tricked into it."
Blaise opened her mouth. Harry stared pointedly at her. "Who was that girl and why the hell would she be bowing to me?"
"That girl is named Veranda Beatrice. She failed last year during her finals, though everyone knows it was done on purpose. She is one of the better students if you were to actually able to force her to answer the questions that she knew. However, she has been serving as liaison to him. She has been a Death Eater, officially, for almost two years now, doing everything in her power to help him, and doing it by whatever means necessary. She has killed, believe me."
It didn't take much to believe her. After all, there had been people that had gone missing in the last year or two, and some that had been in fatal accidents. What if the accidents hadn't been so accidental?
"So why would she think I'm Voldemort?" Harry asked, putting two and two together. He had thought it was a possibility when she'd called him her lord, but when it came to Harry and Voldemort they were like opposite twins, one good, one bad, completely different even if they were at one point the same.
No one answered. Harry didn't like that, it made him nervous, and to have someone like her drop before him like that had been exhilarating even if it was frightening. It spoke a great deal about what he was, and since he hated that part of himself he had cut it off, kept it from springing its head upon the world.
"She's never thought it before, I can tell you that," Blaise commented finally. "I remember how she always used to say it's the hero's that are the one's that get everything, and we Slytherins have to work for power. She hated it that you were a disgrace to the Parseltongue namesake, and that you had gotten away with so much over the years."
"That doesn't say why she suddenly thinks that I'm Voldemort," Harry retorted, racking his brain. He'd been invaded by Voldemort once, a long time ago. After that had happened he'd tripled his training in Occlumency and ended up doing most of it himself. Since then he'd been able to cut down on the scar attacks, but more important at first, the pain. After a lot of experimenting, he'd decided that the pain had come from an unstable connection, and an untrained mind. By severing the connection once, it had reestablished itself solidly, and he'd never had pain again, just a tingling when something came through, which hadn't happened in almost a year.
There was no tingling, not that he'd felt, so why might she mistake him? Perhaps a picture? No, she'd dropped even before she had seen him, and though he bore some resemblance, he was different too.
Ginny leaned over and whispered a few words to Blaise then straightened out. "I have to leave and get back to the Gryffindor towers before I'm missed. Speak with a few people about what I said today and see if I can salvage some friendships, I hope that it doesn't kill all of them; I know that a lot of the girls in the dorms are pretty biased against lesbians.
"Did anyone know?" Harry asked her before she left. "Other than you and Blaise."
"Yes, Ginny said, smiling. "You don't think Blaise was the one that got me headed this way, do you?" she asked, winking and then heading out of the dorm.
Harry's eyes widened, and he glanced at Blaise, who was smirking. "That girl sure could have done well in Slytherin," she commented happily.
Christine, who had been quiet for a long time, looked up to Harry. "What is Slytherin?" she asked.
For a moment Harry had forgotten about her, partly because he was no longer touching her, and partly because there were so many other things on his mind. "The school has four sections, houses they call them, and each house is a group of students that share similar qualities. Ravenclaws are usually the brains of the lot, Hufflepuffs are the quiet ones that make for the best friends—"
"—And cannon fodder—" Blaise commented, smirking.
"Slytherins are generally the sneaky ones."
"Better to be a sneak and stay out of trouble than jump in head first without thinking about it, like Gryffindors do."
"And then there's the Gryffindors," Harry said, staring hard at Blaise. "They tend to be the hero's, always doing things before thinking. I'm a Gryffindor."
"He should have been stuck somewhere else, it took him eight times as long as anyone else to be sorted into a house, and I think he got the blunt end of the stick when it came to houses, and friends."
"Not that your friends would be any better. How many of them would keep me silent without you having to ask, bribe, or have it used against you later?" he snapped, a little angry that Blaise was hitting too close to home.
All he got from Blaise was a wicked smile. "Truth hurts, doesn't it Potter?"
There was a knock on the door and all three of the occupants looked up to see it opening. "Harry," a voice said quietly. "There are some students who are threatening to return with Severus if they're not allowed in, I think it might be wise..." she paused for a second. "I'm sorry, I'm not to think, I know. What shall I do with them? Stun them all?"
Harry looked to Blaise who was grinning from ear to ear, if he didn't know better it might have been Christmas for the girl.
"Let them in," Harry said, sighing, "Thank you though."
Veranda nodded, bowed, and then returned to the door while Blaise drew the curtains around her bed. Harry and Christine climbed on to it. Several girls entered, Harry could see them glancing meaningfully towards Blaise's bed, trying to discover what it was they had been kept from.
Christine snuggled up next to Harry and within a few minutes had fallen asleep. Blaise worked on expanding the bed secretly, so that it wouldn't be noticed outside. It took about thirty minutes and some nifty spells Harry had never seen, but she got it done successfully. When she was finished she smirked at him and slipped out of the curtains with a wink.
Harry moved a little, repositioning himself against the backboard so that he could still see out the curtain slits. Blaise left the room altogether, speaking with Veranda before she did. Veranda, the Amazon-like Slytherin, just kept still afterwards, watching the other Slytherin girls and keeping them at a distance.
There was nothing to do but sit and watch as the girls conversed for a little while, changed — something Harry didn't mind having to watch — and then disappeared out of the room again. When everyone was gone Verdana moved to the bed, never opening the curtains, and asked if he would need anything. He told her no and she disappeared through the door of the door of the dorm, probably to stand guard there.
Harry was left with Christine, who was sleeping, and a heightened emotional state from watching the girls change. He hadn't seen any of them naked, and it wasn't as if he hadn't seen girls in less clothing - Dudley had a calendar of girls in tiny swimsuits that made the underwear the girls wore, even the more scanty sets, was a good deal more than the swimsuits in the pictures. It was more the voyeuristic act of seeing them change, than anything else.
For a moment his head swam with sensation, and then everything became clear. He was sitting in a girls dorm room, with a woman sleeping next to him that would do anything to please him. Another woman, not the prettiest, but not ugly, was outside the door, and would do anything he wanted too. Even if that was all he had, he was in a very good position.
Standing, Harry pushed the curtain aside, not even glancing back to the slave on the bed, he could have her anytime he wanted and the other woman was at his disposal, but he didn't know for how long. He stepped to the door, turned it, and opened it just a little. It was in his best interests that the other girls didn't know he was there, he knew that, he didn't want anyone to know he was taking temporary refuge in the Slytherin Girls Dorms, it would make things much easier later on.
"Veranda," he said sharply, but quietly. "I require your attentions now."
The tall Slytherin rounded the corner immediately, smiling brightly. "Do you require another my Lord?" she asked immediately.
Harry didn't have to think hard about the question, one girl or two? He smiled wickedly "Yes, bring someone who'll be eager to help."
With a quick snap, Harry had turned around. He made his way along the beds, performing small charms as he did, things that would help keep the girls in the dorm room distracted should they enter while he was having fun. He smiled wickedly, thinking about how his first time with a woman was going to be not with one, but with two women.
Veranda returned soon after with a busty dark haired buxom beauty. Both of them had been vixens in bed, in Veranda's bed, and they exhausted Harry, playing for hours. He'd placed a darkening charm that kept the other from seeing all the way to Veranda's bed, which was only two down from Blaise's, and was close to the end. Whenever someone stared at it they'd feel chills, as if they were being sucked into the darkness. It kept all of them away.
When they were finished Harry rose, leaving them alone to pleasure themselves and sleep. He conjured a robe, and then slipped back into Blaise's bed to get some sleep. Having not slept the night before, he was already tired, and the two women had taken all the energy that was left in him. He was happy that he was no longer a virgin, and should anyone ask, he'd had two woman his first time. Christine was still asleep, and he watched her before using his wand to change her clothing to something more proper for her physique and status. Her robes now had a long thin lightning bolt running down the arm and covered enough that they wouldn't be changed, but little else. He also made sure they were soft and luxurious to the touch, because his slave could only have the best.
Noticing the collar around her neck, he smiled and clasped one of the chains on the front, melting it in his hand until it to had a lightning bolt on the end. He touched it with his wand gently, and it melted into her flesh, like a tattoo, just like everything else had been. She didn't make any sound, and Harry smiled as he finally lay down next to her, pulling her close to use the warmth of her body. The dungeons were quit drafty after all.
• Edited 2004.12.26 •