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Chapter 12
• Rage •

The next morning, Harry found himself sandwiched between two girls. Christine in front of him, and another person, who he immediately assumed to be Blaise, against his back. It was comforting, and restrictive, almost sensual. He smiled after he awoke fully, and leaned forward, burying his head into Christine's dark hair and sighing. "You know," he whispered into her ear, "I've never woke up next to a girl before I met you. Hell, I'd never even slept with someone else until last night."

Christine was awake, because she yawned and stretched, smiling as she turned to him. "Would you like me to wake you in a better way next time Master?" she asked, touching on innocence. Harry couldn't even begin to comprehend her thoughts, but he had enough of his own to make up for them. Christine purred as it became apparent he was thinking the same things. "I'll do it if you ask it of me."

Even with Blaise sleeping next to him Harry had a hard time saying no. He had a hard time speaking at all; his mind wasn't quite functioning right. The fact that they were in the Slytherin girls dorms and that he was in a lot of trouble had slipped his mind completely.

"I... err... I mean... when... well.... how about we wait until we're not sleeping in someone else's bed?" Harry finally managed to stutter.

"Because Blaise would kill you if you got a blowjob while she was sleeping next to you." Blaise said from behind. "I'm disgusted even thinking about it Potter. Why the hell did I have to wake up to that sort of image?" she complained. Harry could tell she didn't care that much, although he was pretty sure he wouldn't have wanted to wake to Ron having that conversation with someone.

"If that's the only thing you could think of, I'm sure Christine could help you imagine other ways of both of you waking me up," Harry said, daring a glance at Blaise as he did. Her lips formed a circle, as if she'd been slapped in the face hard enough to wake her from a deep sleep. She started to say something, but her lips didn't seem to form words properly. "I'm kidding," he said finally, seeing that she wasn't going to be able to think at the rate she was going. "Christine could help you wake up too I'm sure," he added mockingly. He didn't have to even look at Christine to know that she agreed, he just felt it.

It was probably for his benefit anyway, everything she did was to make him happy, and though hen was already a little tired of it, it was sort of nice to have someone there for that reason. He looked up, past Blaise, and realized that there was more than one person that was willing to do that for him, all he had to do was ask.

"What time is it?" he asked absent-mindedly.

"It's nearly seven, and that means I'm late for a meeting."

"With Veranda and the other members of the Leviathans?" Harry asked.

Blaise slowed, she didn't freeze, but Harry could see that she was startled. It hadn't taken much to conclude that she was the second female member, but he was surprised it was her, and not Pansy or Millicent, both of them were from old families, but perhaps they'd been removed from the running when Veranda had stayed around.

"You know an awful lot about the Slytherins for not being one," Blaise said slowly. "You didn't know that yesterday, and I'm very interested to know who talked with you about it."

"What if it was Veranda?" Harry asked, trying to keep from revealing Brandi, he'd already made the mistake of letting Blaise know the information he knew.

"Veranda hasn't told you though," Blaise said, searching Harry for the answer he was not going to give. "She was tired yesterday, but I spoke with her and she never mentioned anything about speaking with you about those things. She said you'd just requested services."

Harry didn't respond immediately. He was beginning to think that it wasn't him who'd done the requesting, that Voldemort had been inside him. But, he remembered everything so clearly, so vividly. It wasn't like before in fifth year when he'd been taken over by Voldemort. Then he'd been unable to do anything, and afterwards it had all be a blur. It wasn't like that, not this time, this time he'd made the decision, he remembered making the decision, thinking about Veranda and what she might be able to do for him sexually, even wondering how to approach her. Of course it had made sense at the time to treat her like a slave, though he was sure he wouldn't have thought that at any other time. Somehow Voldemort was influencing him, he wasn't sure, but it was happening and it had to stop.

"It doesn't matter," he said, angry with himself for allowing Voldemort into his head again. He stared up at Blaise and something clicked. "What matters is that I know, and it would be easy enough to find out whatever I want to about you four, so don't tease me. Get to your meeting; if I've got any further questions about The Leviathans I'll address them when I return. Oh, and do tell Veranda, when you see her, that she pleased me yesterday. I'll reward her somehow."

Blaise seemed shocked, more shocked than when he'd brought up The Leviathans. Harry stared squarely at her and she nodded, barely, and then left in a hurry. After she'd gone and Harry had calmed down again he realized what he'd said, how he'd acted. "That's not me," he said to himself, "I'm not like that."

"You are a good Master," Christine said quietly, laying her head in his lap. "You will be alright."

Harry stared down at Christine, absent-mindedly running his hands through her hair. It was almost like petting a cat; she wiggled a little in his lap, but otherwise kept quiet. Harry had a long time to contemplate what he was going to do about what was happening, what had happened, over the last few days.

Blaise was back within the hour, while Harry silently contemplated what was going on. He didn't really care about Christine, that Voldemort gave her to him, because he knew she was not Voldemort's, she was his, and nothing Voldemort could do would change that. What mattered was that Voldemort was trying to do something, and Harry wasn't sure exactly what it was. Based on Voldemort's decisions in the past, it wasn't a good thing.

When Blaise actually walked in on the two, Harry was still thinking, but this time about Bellatrix. He pulled a hand away from Christine and stared at it, remembering the feeling he'd had as he beat her, the feeling of anger, of pain, the way it had felt so good to show her he was stronger than she'd said, stronger than she had teased him about. She liked it, and it made it worse, made him angrier, and he'd kept going, back and forth, back and forth until he'd had blood all over him, until even his own hands had bled. It had been him doing it, him controlling Voldemort's body, because Voldemort had wanted it, wanted to show him.

Blaise spoke, breaking Harry's concentration and thoughts. "You treat her like a pet Potter."

Harry looked down at Christine, who had, at some point crawled across his lap and was stretched in front of him, letting him run his hands through her hair and along her back. She wasn't asleep, but she wasn't awake either, her eyes were half-open and she had a content smile on her face.

"She's mine," Harry growled, "What does it matter to you how I treat her?"

"It doesn't. I was just making an observation."

"How did the meeting go?" Harry asked. "Am I to be allowed to stay, or am I to be sent along my way?"

Blaise frowned. Harry smirked, he'd known, the moment he'd told Blaise to relay a message to Veranda, he'd simply understood the meeting was about him, it did make sense. Their meetings only took place when there was something important to discuss.

"No one told me," Harry said before she could ask. "It's just the logical conclusion. I show up, and there is a meeting of The Leviathans. It doesn't take a Ravenclaw to figure things out."

"You're a smart ass Potter," Blaise said with a shrew glance. "Sometimes I can't help think that you were meant to be a Slytherin, now is one of those times. I am happy that you're not, it might have made things difficult for some of us, being that you're a goody-goody among other things."

Harry hated to be called that, and snorted. "Yeah, I bet I've broken more rules than you have."

"No doubt. You've also gotten a good deal more detentions than I have." Blaise snapped.

"I need to leave, am I allowed to come back?"

Blaise studied him for a second. "The Leviathans have been split about the decision, so you'll have to stand before them in an hour, after breakfast. We need to prepare for now, unsure that not all secrets are given away during the meeting."

Harry wasn't sure what Blaise meant, but he was all right with it. He needed to go do something anyway, the fight was still troubling him, and he wasn't sure if he could just let their seven year friendship die out on them with on fight. If she would consider trying to deal with Christine, he was willing to take a second go at the friendship, it meant too much to him.

"What if I don't return within an hour?" Harry asked, curious to know. If something did happen, and Hermione wanted to think about their friendship, or maybe if he got Ron to rethink things, which there was even less of a chance of, he needed to know if he had to return.

"It would be considered an insult to the council, and you would never be allowed to petition them for anything again unless you could provide ample reason and suitable apologies."

"So big presents and a really good reason?" Harry said, smirking. Blaise was in one of the better-than-everyone moods it seemed, and he thought it was funny after he'd gotten to know a little about her during the time he'd been around her. There was one thing he knew, she was nothing like Draco. He did hope she wasn't responding to his actions earlier, he wasn't sure if it had been something she would respond to, but he did know she hadn't liked it much.

"Yes Harry, that would be a fairly direct translation," Blaise said, her eyes narrowing. "You don't plan on standing up the council, do you?"

Harry smiled as sweetly as possible. Now that he knew about the Leviathans he had no intention of angering them, so it would be best to show up and find out their final decision before deciding whether to go or stay.

Still, he needed to go now, while breakfast was in session. Hermione rarely ate breakfast when she was mad, so he might be able to get her alone in the tower. "No, I don't plan to do anything of the sort," Harry answered when he saw Blaise was awaiting an answer. "I just had to know how important it was."

"Important enough that if you screw this up we'll no longer have a friendship," Blaise offered. "I put a lot at stake just letting them know you knew of the council and wanted to petition for the ability to enter the common room unprotected by a Leviathan."

"So your reputation is on the line?" Harry asked, realizing that he'd been put in a spot, that he really owed Blaise, even if he wasn't allowed entrance.

"Just be there Harry, I really don't want to hate you for the rest of my life. As soft as you are, you're too Slytherin to hate, I'm afraid of what might happen."

Harry grinned. "Then I'll make sure I'm there. Just don't change the password on me while I'm gone." Christine was already standing when he pulled himself to his feet. "I need to go take care of something while breakfast is being served."

They left the girls dorms, Harry checking his robes and Christine's before leaving. While they were a little rumpled they were relatively clean, and a cleaning charm did the trick, making them look freshly washed and pressed. Several Slytherins stopped their morning rituals to watch Harry pass by. More than one Exploding Snap was dropped on the floor as he passed. No one said anything, it was more like an eerie silence with odd explosions every minute or so.

Once outside the door, Harry hurried away quickly, hoping that none of the Slytherins realized that now that he was outside the common room he was fair game, or at least he figured that the Leviathans protection hadn't extended that far, especially if it was unofficial.

Harry pulled his cloak a little tighter around him and suddenly wished that Christine's outfit didn't stand out so much. They continued down the hallway, taking the long route to the common room, trying to avoid as many people as possible. It didn't work entirely; Harry had forgotten that the Hufflepuffs were close enough to the Slytherin common rooms that it would be difficult to avoid any of the traffic heading to breakfast. However, when he passed by a group of them none of them said anything at all. The second group even had Susan Bones in it, who waved to Harry with a smile on her face. Harry returned the wave before disappearing down a side hall.

It took entirely too long to get to the Gryffindor common rooms, and Harry was a little angry that he had avoided taking the halls with the best shortcuts and secret passages, it would have cut the time in half. However, he did get there without directly encountering anyone else.

Peeves of course didn't count though, the poltergeist had seen him and cackled with delight. He swooped forward and did a summersault in the air, somehow ending up upside down and in Harry's face. "Peeves is hearing all sorts of things, he is," the man cackled. "That Potter is such a trickster, that he is fooling the whole school into thinking he is a hero."

"Go away Peeves," Harry said, dangerously. "I really don't have time for this."

"Is this the pretty maiden? Slave to the white knight?"

"Peeves," Harry said, trying to take a dangerous tone. It really didn't work that well, but he was getting irritated, and irritated meant that he wouldn't have to deal with Peeves alone. Still, he rather preferred it that way and hoped Voldemort didn't enter into his body again, it was creepy to have thoughts that weren't his own, and even worse when they made him do things he didn't want to do.

"Is Harry supposed to be scary?" Peeves cackled, moving backwards in the air as Harry tried to make a grab for him.

"Little Peevesy is wanting to know if all they is saying is true, he's not wanting to hurt poor little Hero Harry."

"Peeves," Harry repeated again, this time his voice so cold that Peeves straightened up a little bit. "Leave now, or be forced to pay the consequences."

"Peeves isn't thinking that the Hero boy could hurt him."

"The hero can do anything he likes," Harry continued coldly. "Including forcing Peeves to remember why he is so afraid of the Bloody Baron, he knows the spell that could do such a thing."

Even though Harry didn't have the faintest clue what he was talking about, Peeves seemed to know. He didn't even bother saying goodbye, or waving his hat at Harry before disappearing through a wall beside them. "Go away," Harry said quietly. "I don't want you in my head."

The misty presence that had taken up residence on the edge of his mind retreated with a cold shivering feeling. It took a minute, and Harry felt much better once it was gone, if not a little tired even though he'd just woken up.

When they arrived at the door to the Gryffindor common room it seemed to be void of any life at all. Harry stood in front of the fat lady, holding Christine's hand and spoke the password from his memory. "Roses," he said, and then waited.

The fat lady, dressed in a lavender colored dress today, looked down at him and smiled. "Sorry sweetie," she said cheerfully. "That was the password up until yesterday, it's been changed."

"Who changed it?" Harry asked, astonished. The password was rarely changed outside the normal month to month changes that took place, it was easier to kept rack o the passwords that way.

"The Head Girl said that she believed the password had been given out to someone outside the Gryffindor house and asked me to change it."

"Hermione wanted it changed?" Harry asked in disbelief. He had a good idea why it had been changed, and it wasn't because someone else knew it.

"Can you just let me in?" he pleaded, doubting it would work. He'd seen Neville outside the door enough times to understand that without a password he wasn't getting in. It was a good thing his trunk was locked up with some special Auror stuff that Tonks had insisted keeping there so that no one was able to set a trap in it for him. Hermione wouldn't be able to get past the locks easily, and so she wouldn't be able to get to the Marauder's Map and his invisibility cloak.

"Is she in there?" Harry asked, hoping that the Fat Lady could at least find that out. If he could get Hermione to come out he might be able to straighten things out. Hopefully he was wrong, and someone else had gotten the password to the common room.

The portrait turned for a minute, moved about and then turned back around. "She's not there I'm afraid."

Harry sighed. He really didn't want to deal with al of the students returning from breakfast, and the questions that would come up. He wasn't prepared for it, and so he knew he wouldn't be staying around. Plus, he needed to be in the Slytherin common room within the next forty minutes.

"Come on Christine," he said reluctantly, turning away and starting down the hallway. He'd almost rounded the corner when he heard something and turned to see two second years scampering out the portrait. They looked rushed, as if they'd only just gotten up.

"Wait a sec," Harry said, pushing Christine around the corner, and hiding with her, waiting. The two kids scuttled down the hall and stopped dead when Harry stepped out in front of them. "Hey, I need the password," he said as casually as possible. He knew the students, not by name, but by face, and they certainly knew who he was.

Both of them looked stricken. The little dark haired boy, who couldn't be half Harry's height, tried to step backwards but ended up tripping over his friends foot and fell on the floor. Harry reached down to help him up, but the boy scooted away from him instantly, as if he was afraid Harry was going to hurt him.

Harry straightened up. "What's wrong with him?" he asked the other boy, who was quivering.

"We..." the boy said, trembling even more. "We're not suppose to..."

Harry stared at him. "You're not suppose to give me the password?" he asked, disbelieving that he was being told it. "Why not?" he demanded, anger sprouting up again. He tried to kill it, but it wasn't something that was so easily dealt with.

The boy couldn't have looked more terrified. "I..." he said, stumbling over his words. "You..." he glanced towards Christine. "She..."

"I'm not allowed to bring her in?" Harry asked, trying to determine what the boy was saying. For some reason he seemed to be frightened of Harry. He didn't want to push the kid, but he did want an answer.

The boy shook his head.

"Alright," Harry said, trying to keep calm. "Why aren't you allowed to give me the password?" He was grating his teeth and clenching his fists, trying to keep his temper from flaring, and having a difficult time doing it. It really, really wasn't his day.

"Hermione," the other second year, who'd finally made it to a wall and was half-standing. He didn't seem quite so afraid now that he was a dozen feet from Harry, though he was staring at Harry's clenched fists a little fearfully. "She said that you had to get the password from a prefect or the headmaster before you were allowed back in. She made sure that everyone knew two nights ago."

"Did she ask why?" Harry growled, no longer even trying to contain the rage he was feeling. He was locked out of his own home, because Hermione was angry with him. That really, really didn't sit well with him.

Both boys shook their heads. "Did she say what would happen if you told me?" he demanded. Both nodded. "What was it then?!"

"Expelled," the boy next to him squeaked. "She went to every dorm room... and told everyone that you... weren't allowed in because you'd done some things that were against the rules. She said that you'd probably be mad, so we should just not talk to you at all."

Harry's fingers had dug so deep into his palms that small pools began to form under each of his hands as the blood dripped from his fists. Harry shook with frustrated rage and a nearby window exploded, coating the hall with broken pieces of glass. Without another word, Harry spun around and marched out of the hallway, leaving two second years lying on the ground, having fainted.

Christine took a hold of one of his hands as soon as they'd crossed into another hall. She touched it gently, making Harry cringe. "Stop," he said when she tried to dust away some of the pieces of glass. She pulled her hand back awkwardly, and stared at him.

"Master," she said quietly. Harry ignored her and started walking again, letting her catch up. His hands didn't hurt at all, what hurt was that Hermione had gone and done something like that to him. Until two days ago he'd thought of her as family, a sister he'd never had. Now he was cast out of his own house, and she'd done it. Another window exploded but Harry kept going. He didn't care as glass rained on top of him. None of it seemed to cut him, it was probably charmed to keep from cutting, but then, it was probably charmed from breaking as well.

He hoped Hermione would fall on the glass and cut herself up. She could end up in the hospital, hopefully for a long time. Harry wanted to pay a special visit to her and show her how happy he was that she had decided to determine the new boundaries of their friendship.

Another window exploded. Less glass fell this time, but the sound was louder, like a shotgun going off in the hallway.

"Master," Christine said after covering herself from the falling glass, "Are you alright?"

Another window exploded. It was like listening to a thunderstorm; a steady thrumming of noise from the rain, with intermittent bursts of thunder in the darkness. He knew now why some muggles called it the anger of the gods. He turned another corner, walking down a hallway that connected two parts of the castle, windows lining both sides. Before he even reached the windows they started cracking, spidering from the closest spot to him. As he passed by they exploded outward, he left the hall completely windowless, with Christine trying to keep up.

Ron had to have played a part in Hermione plan. She wouldn't have done it alone. While Ron wasn't the head-boy, that job had been given to a Ravenclaw, he was still a prefect, and the second years had told him he could get the password from one of the prefects. Harry stopped, shaking with anger, that meant that most of Gryffindor was probably against him. Hermione had had two days to bring them to her side; he'd been hiding the whole time. How Gryffindor was that?

There were no windows around, but there were several doors to classrooms. And the explosion literally rocked the castle as the doors blew from their hinges, breaking apart everything that stood in their way. Mrs. Norris, having heard what was going on came around the corner and hissed at him, giving Harry just enough time to raise his wand and send her on her way, her tail a ball of blue fire.

He never stopped, continuing down the halls. There were no secret passages or side halls; he marched straight down the stairwells, and into the dungeons. By the time he got there, he was much calmer. Christine had been completely quiet the whole time, Harry turned around, and with a quick snap of his wand she was cleansed. She hadn't been cut, but she was covered in splinters and glass shards.

"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly. "I just needed to do that so I didn't hurt anyone."

Christine just nodded, and hugged Harry tightly.

• Edited 2005.01.18 •

Oh, one more thing, a favor,... Vekkel (or Iceman), a friend of mine, is looking for a fic. Here's the breakdown of it, I'd love to know if you know of it, or where it is - if you can help me find it I'll do something for you, maybe to do with the story, or another story. There are limitations, but I'm not sure what they are. So, let me know.

I read a fic a while ago and could use some helping finding it. Harry is at #4 when a veela stops by to pay him a visit. I think the story starts from the Veela's point of view and Harry's house stands out to her because he's there. I want to say she was wounded buy I can't be sure. Either way she and Harry engage in some sexual activities.

The story moves to Hogwarts where a succubus and incubus reside. The succubus needs a recharge ever 5 years or else she'll fade away. Some foolish boy always seems to call on her and she takes what she needs. She's had her eye on Harry and Malfoy because they could provide her with the most substance. She checks on Harry but finds that he's been tainted by a veela and is unusable.

The story progresses with the veela, succubus, and incubus playing large parts. It's maybe 8 or 10 chapters i think. Does anyone have a link for it? I read it on and I'm worried that it might have gotten deleted during their recent rampage.

BabyRuth:You have to be one of my strangest reviewers. Not that it's bad, or good, just... different. Sometimes you are a little creepy too, but I've got nothing against creepy. So you want a reason why to tell me your bra size? Well, can't come up with any good ones, so I guess you can keep it to yourself. Not as if I'm going to be seeing your knickers anytime soon anyway. It's nice to know you broke up with an asshole, really, I don't approve of assholes. Then again, I didn't know him except from what you mentioned about him, so I can't really say he's truly an asshole just sounds like one.

Now, why do I only answer your reviews? Actually there are some valid reasons. The first is that most of the other reviews I get don't ask good questions, or even talk to me like a human being, they just say 'good' or 'great' or 'keep writing'. The reviewers that generally do leave long reviews I contact personally, or talk to them on my group - neither of which I can do with you, so the story is pretty much the only place I can answer any questions, or ask them.

The poem, as weird as it sounds, I think was meant as sarcasm, I said in the last chapter that I wanted more reviews and he gave me a review - and felt the need to try and rock the boat a little. It seem he likes boats, so I'm sure he'll, and hopefully you'll, understand the euphemism.

Oh, and if anyone asks, you can tell them that I'm already taken. Miss My-Oh-My seems to have stolen my heart away... she's very, astute and direct, and she really, really doesn't seem to like you. Ah well, I've been overruled I guess. If your friend wants to talk to me she'll have to go through the gal in the black dress standing in front of me. She'll cut your legs out from under you if you're not nice though. So, be careful.