There were very few things that really startled Harry, this was one of the few times he was. Leaning against one of the now relit lamp posts was a feminine figure, one that made his skin crawl with some internal familiarity. The female straightened and stepped into the dim light, the yellow glow adding more shadows to her figure. Her skin was nearly complete black, except for her hair. From the base, it was black before it became a very dark crimson that moved like oil on water. Her voluptuous figure caught his attention the most, or the more accurate statement being that his teenage mind and hormones did. A very large bust, wide hips, long legs, the whole package of a teenager's wet dream.
When he got a whiff of her scent though, his mind suddenly returned to focus as he entered a guarded stance. He remembered her smell; it had been in Boston when he had obliterated Ghidorah's head.
"You're that parasite from Boston," He growled, hands curling into fists.
"That is correct, Alpha," The Parasite, or better known to the humans as the M.U.T.O., replied softly, "I witnessed the false King's demise by your hand."
"Then why are you here?" Harry bit out, trying to act civilly with her instead of attacking her on the spot due to her species.
"I'm here to serve you, Alpha," She said, bowing her head in respect, "In any capacity you see fit."
Harry frowned, a bit perplexed by this development. Never had a parasite just given up its' freedom to an Alpha before, even with his long memories. MUTO's were very instinctive titans, the need to mate being the strongest of any primordial creature known. This was also added to by the former Jinshin-Mushi or MUTO Prime as their Alpha, these creatures never bowed to anyone. This female was different than the rest of her kind, clearly something was up with this as he didn't trust her to not attack him and drink his radioactive insides out.
"Why though…you have never done anything like this in the past." He hissed, eyes narrowing.
"That is true," The female titan slowly, almost gliding, walked over and gently pressed a hand against his cheek, "But there is no more of my species left, Alpha, as the last of my kind, I wish to be of greater use to you, including being what the humans call a concubine."
Emerald eyes widened at this statement, looking into the completely, glowing blood red orbs of the feminine titan. His head leaned into her soft hand, as he took her wrist but didn't remove the appendage. It felt really good to not be touched without feeling pain and agony, something he flinched away at in his human body if it became too overwhelming. Ten years of living with hate filled, abusive muggle relatives did that. This was different, so much more different than the beatings he used to receive for absolutely no reason other than he was a monster.
Something must have changed as he relaxed into the soft hand; the female MUTO's stance went ridged before she pulled Harry against her body. She was hugging him, the Alpha! His animal mind reeled back in shock but his teenager brain pressed forward, making him press against the titaness more. Her hand remained on his cheek as her other hand wrapped around him, her body slightly shaking, probably from rage?
"Alpha…" She said slowly, clearly containing her anger, "Why did you not tell one of your servants that you were being abused in your human disguise?!"
Harry cringed, her voice sounded all too similar to his former friend Hermione.
"Because it's my problem, not any of yours…I'm the Alpha, I can handle it myself." He growled back, though his heart wasn't in it.
"Alpha," She cooed, or what was the approximate noise similar to cooing, "You have proven yourself enough to us, we would be more willing to help you with your human problems as humans if you just asked."
"I highly doubt Methuselah would help me after I forced his face into the dirt a week after Ghidorah died." He sighed, pressing against the MUTO more, trying to not tear up, he must not show weakness.
"Alpha, I won't try to overthrow you if you show emotional weakness, all of us have it. Go on, let it all out…"
It was like a dam broke, over fifteen years of suffering, bottled up anger, hatred and sadness finally escaped as Harry Potter started weeping against his primordial enemy's shoulder.
One week after the Dementor attack, Harry suddenly found himself in a sort of routine that had formed between him and the MUTO female named Namoko, or at least that was the human name that she had taken. Every morning, he was wake up, be reminded of Namoko's stunning beauty as it lay next to him in his bed before heading out for a run. After that, he would return, shower then talk with Namoko before heading down to breakfast. That was the simple morning routine that had formed between them. However, things were nothing more than a "Master and Slave/Concubine" relationship, which suited Namoko just fine.
Honestly, if this relationship had become a rushed "Boyfriend/Girlfriend" thing, Harry would have been pissed. Though, it didn't help his mood when the Ministry sent him an update that his familiar, Hedwig, was under a Fidelius Charm and was going to be harder to find her. His mood would have worsened if it hadn't been for Namoko distracting him with her body.
On this particular day, things changed and it wasn't for the better in Harry's opinion. After having a full day in the local gym with Namoko, the two arrived back at number four to find Vernon Dursley, Harry's Uncle, in his best suit.
"Boy," He said, making his walrus mustache quiver, "we are going out. My boss had invited me, Petunia, and Dudley to a social dinner in London."
"So? Not like I was going to join you anyway," Harry remarked darkly, "I have enough to deal with without having to handle more people I don't know."
Vernon snorted, "As I was saying, you and your 'friend' will not leave this house or touch anything that is ours. You will also not be using anything of ours or eating out of our fridge."
"Do we look like pigs, Dursley?" Namoko snarled, making Vernon take a step back before he beat a hasty retreat out of the house.
"Serves him right," She remarked sourly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out an energy drink, draining half of it in one go.
Harry showered and headed to the bedroom, shortly followed by Namoko. It wasn't long before they were entangled in each other's bodies, allowing primal instinct dictate them for several hours before something below in the dark kitchen alerted Harry. Rising slowly off a lightly panting and undressed Namoko, he growled darkly as he pulled his boxers on. Now, not only was he frustrated that his time with Namoko was stopped but he wasn't in the mood to deal with intruders.
He only made it to the top of the stairs when his sensitive hearing and smell caught the whiff of the people down below. Ten in all, three women and seven men, with one smelling like a tired wolf.
"You lot have any good reason to interrupt a rather private engagement or are you just here to make sure I continue having blue balls?" He all but barked at the group below.
