Disclaimer: as stated previously.

Don't expect any HP character to be a good person at all. Reasons for that will come out as the story progresses. Use of imperious curse is a mild occurrence. You have been warned.

Chapter 2

Harry found it hard to concentrate throughout the day even as he met with his Generals to plan their conquest of America. His thoughts kept drifting to the currently stone statue on his bed. He had plans for the young Gargoyle and was looking forward to sunset, thankful he had nothing planned this evening. To have a bed mate who couldn't even understand the idea of betrayal let alone plot such a thing was going to be marvellous. And he could do with Sammy as he pleased since any injuries would heal during his stone transformation. The things he did now, that he would dream of, would have sickened him as a child. But that was what he had been, a naive child used by two sides of a war. It hadn't been until three years after he killed Tom that he had come to understand him and how right he had been on certain topics.

Finally, the meetings were done, and he returned to his quarters in time to watch as the sun set, and darkness spread. As the light faded the grey began to lighten to Sammy's skin tone, his outstretched arm dropping limp to the mattress even as he turned from stone to flesh and blood once more. He slowly blinked as his vision returned and Harry reached out to stroke the nearest wing gently.

Sammy stirred slowly and then blinked in confusion. "Master?" He felt strange even as energy rushed through him.

"It's alright Sammy, you're a gargoyle, well part. What happened is normal for your kind. You turn to stone in the day if exposed to sunlight but are flesh at night. You've never experienced it before because you lived away from the light." Harry explained, wondering if the boy would understand anything of that.

Gargoyle. The word meant nothing to him, half of what Master said simply didn't mean anything. But he obeyed and accepted it as normal. "Yes Master." His Master smiled and pulled him close, kissing him. Sammy sighed in pleasure, body pliant as his Master touched him, any thought of what had been said fleeing his mind as he was rolled onto his hands and knees.

When he was done Harry held Sammy against his chest, stroking his side calmingly as Sammy's breathing steadied. He kissed behind a grey ear and Sammy sighed, eyes half closed. "Are you hungry?" Harry asked, not sure if Gargoyles actually ate. They breathed, slept and procreated so it made sense they needed some sort of sustenance. Harry summoned a house elf who nodded eagerly and vanished, their instinctive knowledge of what was needed coming in handy. Mipsy soon returned with two trays, one with Harry's food and the other with a plate of raw fish for Sammy. Harry watched as Sammy sniffed at the fish before glancing his way. "Eat Sammy." He knew Sammy wouldn't without permission, so he gave it and watched the young Gargoyle rip into the fish, wondering how old he actually was. he seemed young but that could be due to a lack of memory and ability to learn.

Harry sat back in his chair, studying the map of America even as his fingers played with Sammy's hair, the young gargoyle kneeling at his feet with only a small bit of fabric covering him to keep others from looking at what belonged to Harry. His lieutenants stood around, waiting for orders since they had given their reports. "I want some of these so-called Hunters captured for interrogation. As for those they hunt, either they join or die." He finally commanded, and they bowed before leaving. "Maybe this place needs some protective decorations." Harry grinned, they would get what they needed from the hunters and then they would be punished for eternity for their crimes against other species. He would kill but he took no pleasure in causing pain and he'd heard these hunters did. Sammy's kind were extremely rare but that could be changed, they could even start a breeding colony for Gargoyles, ensuring their bases were well protected. Sammy just purred and leant into his touch, understanding he was pleased.

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A week later Neville's group dragged in an older woman and her daughter, both restrained and glassy eyed under the effects of the Imperius curse. "Presents Harry," Neville called, his Godbrother one of the few allowed to use his name or come and go as he pleased.

"Hunters?" Harry asked from where he was lounging on his 'Throne' and Neville smirked. Harry stood, leaving Sammy kneeling by his Throne, awake since he had been in the lightproof room since before sunrise. Harry walked over to inspect the two women. "Where did you find them?"

"Turns out they run a roadhouse that caters to hunters, we left it intact and a guard in place. Figured either we can pick them off as they come or send the women back to gather information."

Harry gently clasped the chin of the younger, tipping her head up to see pretty brown eyes hidden by the mass of long wavy blond hair. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the slightest twitch from the other woman, obviously her Mother. "You must be strong willed to fight the Imperius, but that's what family does, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt her."

Ellen heard his words through the fog of warmth invading her mind and was unable to react in any way. She was terrified in the tiny corner of her mind that was able to realise what was happening to them. These men had walked in as they were closing and before she could grab her shotgun or tell Jo to run, they'd raised wooden sticks and said something Latin…Imperious…filling her mind with the nice warmth and then it had seemed such a good idea to call Jo to join her and then walk over to the men. now they were here, wherever here was and at the complete mercy of these beings.

Jo felt like she was floating, the most wonderful feeling. Every thought and worry in her head were wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. She stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of everyone watching her and then a gentle hand lifted her head and she could see a very nice-looking man in front of her. he was speaking, but his words were distant, not penetrating the bliss she was floating in.

"Kneel before your Lord."

Those words formed in her mind and she knelt because why not? It seemed like a wonderful thing to do.

"Seems the daughter doesn't have the will to even try to fight. They will both make good additions to dear Sammy's race. Take them to a room and ensure they are tended to." Harry ordered, and the two women were removed. Neville walked with Harry back to the Throne, petting Sammy on the head like he was a dog as he passed, leaning against the back of the chair as Harry dropped into it, hand drifting to Sammy's shaggy hair.

"You really plan to try to repopulate Gargoyles?"

"Why not, they're very useful."

"Point," Neville grinned and ruffled Harry's hair, getting an annoyed pout from the slightly younger male. "But how? Sammy's not a full blood and even if he was, crossbreeding is almost impossible."

"Actually, it turns out Sammy was human once. I finally got answers out of the House where I found him."

"Oh?" Neville was curious, glancing down at the Gargoyle who appeared unaware of their discussion. This practically mindless creature had once been human?

"They keep good records. His name was once Samuel Winchester and he was nineteen when they found him freezing on the streets near Stanford University where he apparently had been attending on a full scholarship until he was kicked out over having illegal weapons. Turns out he was a hunter from what they could find. He couldn't find his family, so he ended up on the streets where recruiters found him. He was then transformed using a potion and a liquid imperious was used on him until his mind broke and accepted what they told him. It took two years for him to be reduced to this, his mind and sense of self were that strong."

"You got the potion off them, didn't you?"

"Of course. Blaise and Hermione have been refining it so that we can control exactly how far the transformation goes, that way we can produce full blooded Gargoyles or ones that that have so little that they do not fall under the stone sleep." Harry grinned, and Neville laughed.

"Bet they're enjoying the challenge."

"Sure money," Harry agreed.

"So, what will be done with the hunters, take their knowledge, wipe their minds and then transform them?"

"Wouldn't be much of a punishment if they forgot why they are being punished. Perhaps some will be granted the gift of forgetting but no, there are other ways of ensuring loyalty and obedience and many will remain in the stone sleep unless needed for an actual defence."

Neville nodded, that was just and fair. Non-magical humans were the enemy, hunters were even worse than a normal human. They deserved whatever Harry decided. Luna…for Luna this would be done.

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Sammy nuzzled at his Master, feeling utterly boneless and sated. He felt his Master's chest moved as he chuckled, he liked it when Master was happy. He felt a gentle tug on his collar and moved with it. He was led to where the sleepy light came from and Master pushed, moving something he could see through off to the side and then Sammy was guided through, hair moving about his face. He felt the tug of the chain being attached and was confused, a whimper slipping free.

"It's alright Sammy, kneel down," Harry soothed, and Sammy dropped to his knees on the window ledge hundreds of feet above the ground. Harry watched as Sammy relaxed, eyes half closed, head tipped back slightly as his Gargoyle instincts kicked in for the first time beyond the stone sleep. Harry could see the tint of pink on the horizon even as Sammy yawned, body detecting the coming dawn from other hints in the open air. His body began to slump forward into a hunched position, wings lifting up over his head. His hands shifted to grip the edge of the ledge firmly, lips parting to reveal baby fangs. Harry shifted, seeing black and white eyes becoming glassy as the light built and then his body began to stiffen. As the first real light of morning his Sammy's skin hardened, darkening into stone and leaving him frozen in place, for the first time looking like a real Gargoyle. Harry patted the stone back. "Sleep well Sammy." He moved back, closing the window before going to grab a nap before starting his day.

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Neville entered the room where the younger woman was being held, studying her where she sat on a chair, staring off into space. "What is your name?"

"Joanna Beth Harvelle," she answered since he was the one who had cursed her, his voice was the only thing able to penetrate the floating, empty sensation.

"How old are you?" He took the seat opposite her.

"Nineteen."

So, five years his junior. Poor kid. He would petition Harry that she be one of those whose minds was wiped before even undergoing the transformation and he knew Harry would agree due to her age. She was still young enough and living at home, so her attitudes were formed by her Mother, she hadn't known any different. He set up the dictaquill and reached over to take her hand, feeling the weapons calluses that were forming. "Do you have a nickname?"

"Jo."

"Alright then Jo, look at me." He ordered and brown eyes met his. "My name is Neville and we have been good friends for years, you trust me." He preferred giving vocal commands to simply implanting them in another's mind.

Thoughts slowly formed in her mind, she still felt floaty, but she could see Neville, her good, trusted friend and she smiled at him. "Hi Neville."

He saw the curse at work on her mind, he had complete control of her so getting her to think they were friends was too easy. "Hi Jo, I've missed you. I'm glad you could come visit."

"Me too," there was something almost shy, coy, in her smile and he blinked, wondering what may have bled through to her.

He missed Luna a lot and there were similarities between them in looks. Why not? He leant in and she didn't move away, instead she tipped her head back a little, eyes sliding shut in anticipation, hiding brown and letting him imagine they were silvery blue even as their lips brushed. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss and she moaned, giving herself to him, his desires flooding her mind via the curse. Neville pulled back, breathing heavily, seeing the flush to her skin, the mess of her hair. "Do you love me Jo?"

"Yes Neville, please, don't stop," she whispered, believing everything she said, eyes shining with love and Neville pulled her into another kiss before standing and scooping her up in his arms. For now, he could imagine he had his Luna back with him, Jo giggling like he remembered Luna doing when they were together, the curse taking his desire for Luna and making Jo act as he remembered Luna doing. he banished their clothing and she wrapped her arms around his neck, staring up at him in love and devotion. "Please Nev," she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Close your eyes," he commanded, and she obeyed, hiding the brown that spoiled the illusion. Her voice was lighter now when she moaned or gasped, hands running over his skin as if she'd known his body for years. He buried his face in the pillow beside her head as he thrust in and out of her body, it was different, harder with muscle, but he ignored that, as she whispered words like Luna once had. He gasped and shuddered inside of her, biting back tears. "I love you Luna," he choked out.

"I love you too Nev," she whispered dreamily.

He pulled back and looked down at her body, her chest heaving form exertion, eyes still closed. "Jo, go shower and dress and then sit in your chair. Once you do you will forget everything since you said you were happy to see me." He ordered shakily, and she opened her eyes, getting off the bed and going to shower. He cleaned away the evidence of what had happened and redressed himself, sitting to wait. Once she sat down, she blinked, the memories vanishing into the vague happiness and she smiled at Neville, her friend. "I want you to tell me everything you know about hunters."

"Sure," why wouldn't she tell a friend?

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"Have fun?" Harry asked as Neville joined him in the library.

Neville sighed and looked away. "I didn't mean to at first but…"

"She looks a bit like Luna and for a moment you could have her back," Harry finished softly for him. They all missed Luna, Neville most of all. "If you want the girl, she's yours."

"No, she isn't Luna. Just, wipe her mind? She's only nineteen."

"Alright," Harry agreed easily.

"Where's your pet?"

"Being a true Gargoyle for the first time ever. It was interesting to observe. Inside he just gets sleepy and then freezes in position. Exposed to the outdoors on a window ledge he instinctively took on a Gargoyle pose."

"Something to study then."

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Harry leant in the open window as the sun began to set, wanting to see if the way Sammy woke would also be different. As the last ray of sunlight was swallowed by the night the stone around Sammy shattered and his eyes opened fully, focusing as he straightened up from his hunch. Harry unhooked his chain leash from the metal loop in the wall. "Sammy," he called, and Sammy turned his head to him. He tugged the leash. "Come inside."

Sammy felt full of energy as he stared out, not understanding anything of what he was seeing, no longer knowing what a mountain or building or even a tree was. His Master's voice called to him and he turned, crawling back to his Master, dropping to his knees at his feet.

"Good boy," Harry praised, petting his hair. Sammy's leash in hand he left his rooms, Sammy at his heels where he belonged. Harry led him deep in the building and then knocked on a heavy door, he knew better than to just walk in. The door opened, and Harry poked his head in. "Safe?"

"As long as you don't try brewing," Hermione answered so Harry entered. He held out some of the stone that had shattered from around Sammy when he woke. "Stone sleep?" she asked with a grin.

"From Sammy's first ever sleep as a true Gargoyle."

"Should be nice and powerful then." She put it in an ingredient vial and then pointed at some filled vials. "Those are good for a 50/50 transformation."

"Thanks. Let me know when you have the 100% done."

"Of course," she scoffed, and he left her to her work.

Harry returned to the Throne room and settled Sammy in his spot, sending for the older woman. He'd gone over the notes Neville had made from the daughter, now it was the Mother's turn. She was led inside, utterly docile thanks to the Imperius and then her questioning began. When they were done, he nodded, and the curse was lifted.

Ellen blinked and then shook her head. She had control! She lunged at her closest capture, getting to Jo all she was thinking of, but her hands were still chained, and she was easily subdued, forced to kneel as a young man approached with a vial in his hand.

"Welcome to your new life Ellen, I am sure you will serve well."

"Go to Hell!" she spat and then the vial was forced into her mouth, its contents going right down her throat. She gagged, trying to throw it back up but her throat was rubbed to make her swallow. She coughed once released and then swayed on her knees. She felt…she slumped to the floor, body beginning to jerk and spasm before her spine bowed and she screamed, fire racing threw her veins. Tanned skin darkened, becoming reddish, hair darkening to black streaked with brilliant crimson. Red/black wings burst forth from either side of her spine, spreading out beneath her as she writhed, head thrown back, eyes unseeing. Canine teeth elongated to fangs even as hands and feet shifted until she only had three fingers and a thumb and the same number of toes, all digits ending in sharp black claws. The bones of her face cracked, her facial shape shifting, becoming sharper with a ridge above her eyes rather than eyebrows and then horns erupted from the skin along her hairline. Her clothes were ripped to shreds, falling around her and Harry conjured a shift to preserve her modesty. Finally, the transformation was complete, and the half Gargoyle/half human lay semi-conscious before him.

Harry levitated her by her chains and her head lolled forward so he pulled it up with a hand in her hair. Her eyes were red and black unlike Sammy's white and black and currently glassy with pain. "Very nice. I think you will make a nice addition to the battlements, at least until we find you a mate and you begin breeding."

His words were barely registered by the woman he was holding up, she was barely clinging to consciousness. She moaned in pain as hands latched onto her arms and she was dragged. Then cool air was on her skin and she blinked dazedly, outside, she was outside. Ahead of her was a wall or something and then mountains and forests, her mind too jumbled to realise she was seeing in the dark. She was pushed up onto the wall on a thicker section and she swayed alarmingly just as the black of night began to lighten. Still lost in a mental fog of pain, her body dropped into a threatening crouch, one clawed limb raised, fingers spread, as her wings raised up behind her. Her lips pulled back in a snarl, even as the world became fuzzy, her eyes falling partially shut as the sun crested the horizon and then she froze, body hardening into black stone.