Harry Potter. This name makes Dark Lords cringe, Death Eaters sweat, and Light wizards cheer…most of the time. But why is this? He's just a boy, not even 17 yet. He isn't a Mage, Animagus, Metamorphmagus, sorcerer, philosopher, or warlock. He's not been gifted by a sphinx, unicorn, or phoenix, has never been given a powerful inherited artifact to enhance his magical core and has yet to reach his magical surge.

He's not even had a decent growth spurt yet!

He's simply the wizard any could be if their lives were dedicated to being really fast, really good at snap decisions, and really lucky. He's the best Dark Wizard catcher outside of the elite Hit Wizard Squad, known throughout the wizarding world, and Magical Britain's Most Eligible Bachelor.

I am unlucky enough to be him.

I'm not really Harry Potter, not on the inside. Potter's the Savior of the Wizarding World. I'm just Absolom, at least in my mind and to Hermione, Ginny and Snape. Potter is a completely different person to me.

Hermione and Gin, when I had absently asked them to call me Absolom, had actually sat down and had a conversation with me. Well, they tried to, but I'm not really fond of people trying to figure out what's inside my head. Hermione thought I created the two different people to protect myself from the pressures the world put on me. Gin just told me she'd be sick of the name Harry Potter by now, too.

Hermione, clever girl that she is, has found a way for Potter to kill Tom Riddle. It's why Potter got special permission to leave the school and go to Diagon Alley. The process was so simple yet complex that only Hermione would have ever found it.

After the Priori Incantatem incident, Tom would have not taken any chances, and would have gotten a new wand with which to fight. Hermione suggested Potter do the same, only go one step further. She suggested placing glamour on both of Potter's wands to make each look like the other. Since Tom and Potter would both be more powerful with their original wands, Tom would jump at the chance to fight a Potter with a weaker second wand.

After Tom attacked, it would be an easy thing for Potter to enact the Priori Incantatem, and use his force of will to destroy Tom's wand (That is why Potter got special permission to leave the school for an afternoon, to go to Mr. Ollivander's shop and the arduous task of trying wands). It would then be easy for Potter with his own wand to beat Tom's weaker one. Then Potter would use the three Unforgivable Curses, although the Wizarding World would probably forgive him in this case. Crucio to weaken Tom's defenses, Imperio to make him renounce any and all steps to immortality, and finally the Killing Curse.

A little complicated, yes, but years of observing people trying to fit in has given me the ability to figure out how they will react. Spending five years with me has given Hermione the same trait. This is how we both knew it would work.

Wait, I said it was simple, right? I was wrong. The only simple part about it would be preparing for battle.

You see, Potter knows it will be simple. He's full of righteous anger and determination, knowing that in the end it will be up to him and that he Absolutely. Can. Not. Fail. But Absolom knows it will be anything but simple. I am not the opinionated, headstrong boy they think I am.

Harry Potter is a symbol, the symbol, the shinning beacon for everything Light. But Absolom…well, Absolom isn't so squeaky-clean. He's just another human filled with fear, cowardice, desperation, hate, and lust. Especially lust. My desires can't seem to be filled for more than a few hours at a time.

Trust me, I've tried.

Of course, there is no lack of fellow Hogwarts students who would willingly spend time under Potter's sheets, guy and girl alike – sometimes both at once. I've done everything imaginable, with more people than you'd think. But few, if any, know about my lifestyle, because I Obliviate everyone I take, not just those I've forced.

Yes, you understood correctly. I am not a nice person. Potter would help a fourth-year in study period, then ten minutes later I take him behind the greenhouse.

I admit it freely. I enjoy it. I embrace every stimulation, from standing pressed against a flushing fifth-year to wearing nothing beneath my robes to wearing a vibrating cock-ring and ass plug during class (I especially enjoy that last one.).

The only people I have off-limits are Ron, Hermione and Gin, but oh ye gods, it's hard to avoid her when she throws herself at me. But they're my only true friends.

At least, I hope so.