'Thoughts!'
Warning: Rape (Just under 600 words), m/F, Male Dom.
Chapter 16
They followed the Librarian for about ten minutes before they got to a cave. Remaining out of sight just outside it, Harry and the Delacour sisters heard the Librarian say, "Mistress, I'm sorry to report that the Aurors were at the site before I could get there and found the body."
"To be expected." The three heard the mysterious 'Mistress' say. "What about the sisters, have you found them?"
"Yes Mistress Averna." The Librarian answered quickly.
Harry took a closer step towards the entrance and looked inside. He saw the Librarian holding a basketball size orb within her hands, and within it, from where he was standing, it was an unclear image of a lady. "I'm sorry to report that they are alive, and they were at the site investigating."
"Shame, I heard they were killed." Mistress Averna said with the same uncaring tone from before, "It can't be helped, sadly, at least they only have rumours about me and no facts to back them up. Were you spotted at all?"
"I do not think so Mistress Averna, my cover is still safe."
"That is good," Mistress Averna said happily, "out of all my servants, you're among the most valuable. It would be hard to replace you."
"Thank you Mistress!" The Librarian breathed happily, and then asked, "Is there anything I can do for you now."
"For now, no. Return to the Veela Colony, act normally and await for my call. I hope with Appoline I'll be able to find out what I need."
"As you wish, Mistress Averna." The orb seemed to cut off and the image of Averna was gone.
The Librarian was about to leave the cave when she spotted Harry and the sisters, and before she could say anything, flamed sprung to in Fleur's hands as Harry and Gabrielle raised their wands. "Why, Aisha? Why betray my family and the Veela Colony?" Fleur demanded.
"I don't know what you mean, young Fleur." Aisha tried to deny.
But it didn't work as Gabrielle said, "We heard you Aisha, you're working for some Dark Lady called Averna. So why betray us?"
Seeing she was caught, decided to tell the truth. She saw that they were with a man, which she thought could be very useful. "Power." Aisha said without a hint of guilt or remorse, "The Dark Priestess Mistress Averna offered me power unlike anything I've ever seen before to control the very element we were born with, like no other Veela before us ever could. That's not the only thing she give me, for helping the way I have." She revealed with an eager smirk before looking at Harry, "She also enhanced my Allure." That was all the warning they got as she cranked up the power she'd just bragged about and aimed it at Harry. "Now serve my will." The sexy librarian ordered him.
Harry would have smirked, but with his mental barriers in place as tight as they were his emotions were too muted to muster that much satisfaction. "Veela Allure doesn't work on me when I'm ready for it." He revealed matter-of-factly.
"Impossible!" Aisha exclaimed.
"I'm not a weak willed fool, now tell us where their mother is." Harry demanded.
"Never!" Aisha hissed, taking a step back.
"In that case my sister and I will make you talk." Fleur said with a level of nonchalance, not caring how they got the information. Aisha had proven herself a traitor so anything, even outright torture, was a possibility now. She turned to look at Harry, who was looking at her appraisingly.
"This is a family matter, so let my sister and I deal with her. You may stay, but do not interfere."
"If that's what you want." Harry replied, not bothered and honestly intrigued as to what they had planned. He leaned against the wall of the cave and casually looked on, belaying his readiness to dodge or attack if he saw fit. He also pulled his wand out just in case he needed it.
Fleur was pissed. Her Father was dead, her mother captured, she was almost killed and her sister could have been killed via splinching. She began to feel herself transforming into the Veela true form. The form was the exact opposite of her usual beauty, her smooth skin replaced by rough and sharp feathers, her curves slimming down to lanky arms and legs that belied the strength she possessed while her well manicured nails became talons that could even cut through most softer metals. A long pointed beak and large narrow golden eyes dominated her face. The only part of her that was still majestic were the pure white wings on her back, looking incredibly out of place, like they'd been stolen from an angel. Harry could see why some people in England thought that Veela were dark creatures if they saw this form, it looked horrifying.
Once she transformed, she used these angry emotions to fuel her magic, hoping the extra strength and determination could cause her to overcome the deficit in experience and skill compared to the older woman. Harry then saw Fleur wandlessly stick Aisha to the wall, and began slowly to rip into Aisha's skin.
"Is that the best you can do little hatchling?" Aisha mocked, "This is nothing compared to what we're trained to resist!" Then out of nowhere, she suddenly got loose of Fleur's bonds. "See hatchling, you are no power over me, you can't make me tell you anything." She said with a smirk.
Fluer was angry with being mocked and suddenly her hands exploded with a sea of flames, leaving anything caught within little chance of survival. Fleur realized that may have been a mistake, because dead people are notoriously tight-lipped.
The true mistake however, was blocking her line-of-sight to her opponent. The only warning Fleur had before she was sent head-over-heels was a sharp crack of an Apparition.
Fleur pushed herself to her knees quickly, ignoring the feeling of smoldering skin as the left side of her face was burnt from a blazing backhand. "I'll show you what I can do!" Fleur said angrily, her hate filled eyes shone with intent to maim the woman in front of her as she tumbled to the side to avoid a follow-up kick. Buying herself some space Fleur's hands burst into flame once again and she swung a heavy blow at the traitorous witch before her. Aisha ducked the sloppy haymaker and with a strong grip and deft hands she broke Fleur's wrist with a resounding snap.
Gabrielle chose this moment to act and leapt at Aisha's exposed back, hoping to give Fleur an opening.
It was not meant to be however, as a pair of large wings burst from Aisha's back and burst into flames, as she transformed into the same form as Fleur, but more powerful looking, the lanky appearance of Fleur's body nowhere in sight, instead the traitorous woman was covered in firm compact muscles and pretty patterns on far more attractive and yet somehow more deadly looking feathers, matching the wings that stood out so much on Fleur. Gabrielle's moderately burnt form hit the ground, having blacked-out from the pain.
"Your form isn't bad my little hatchling, but this is the true form of our race. You are weak, and it shows." Aisha said with a smirk. "Our race lost this true form long ago when we decided to deny who we truly are, and decided we would bow to no-one. Because of this, our race grew weak, and lost what it means to be a true Veela, to be owned by another, to be free of the complications of free will."
"No, we were not!" Fleur said angrily, "We were meant to be free."
"No, we were meant to serve, to bow to someone." Aisha spread her arms, basking in the warmth of the bond with her Mistress, "Only then are we strong and powerful, as we used to be. Think about it, throughout history the strongest of our race have always been bonded, followed the old ways. Only those individuals have shown the strength to manifest their true forms as powerful as mine. Until now that is! Until we met our Mistress! Now there are over ten Veela of my strength or higher! If you'll join us I'll spare you and your sister." Aisha spoke.
Fleur's eyes were wide, held open with shock. She had grown up hearing stories of Veela who used to submit to others, but also stories of her race that had the strength to fight dragons in the air. They had always been on the opposite side of things though, one was the example of what not to be, while the other was the ideal. She remembered being told a story of Merlin himself and one of their ancestral sisters. They had bonded, but it was always a secondary fact to just how powerful the Veela was. There were other stories told in a similar fashion, the ones told by the older Veela had always been so much more honest though, of Veela champions fighting alongside their powerful masters and mistresses to overcome innumerable odds. Merlin and his bonded partner had even fought together, taking down the dark wizard who sunk Atlantis and led an army of a thousand dragons. They struck fear in their enemies hearts, and pain in their forces as they bombed them from above. She had never even considered these Veela were powerful becauseof the bond, instead assuming, or even being outright told, it was because they had worked hard and learned under their partners tutelage.
Seeing all of those tales manifest in front of her, she didn't know what to think, she didn't want to think that this kind of power that Aisha showed could only be gained by submitting to someone. Fleur dropped to her knees in disbelief. Her head snapped into focus when she saw a blazing spear of flame crush into the Veela's back. Three more followed in quick succession and she was encased in a pillar of flame from floor to ceiling.
Nearby sand turned to glass at the intense heat, and Fleur dropped back as gusts of hot air burst forth. In a second it all vanished and Aisha stood there, now completely naked, yet unharmed. Aisha turned and saw the child who had until now been leaning against the wall doing nothing, in a battle stance with his wand pointed at her, ready for a fight.
"Those were some hot flames young man, if I wasn't immune to them that may have killed me." Aisha taunted as she turned to face Harry.
Harry's eyes narrowed in a calculating gaze as he considered the circumstances. Of course the enemy he faced would be immune to his favoured elemental spell class. Fortunately Harry had trained to not be entirely reliant on fire, due to some conditions making other spells more effective.
The more annoying part was that she was now fully naked and her allure had returned at least ten times as strong. Harry needed to concentrate on keeping his mental protections up, because if they dropped for a second he'd quite literally be toast. Harry himself was only highly resistant to fire, he had no doubt flames from the woman in front of him could burn him, getting past his near immunity with no problem if he didn't deflect them. He would need to deal with her quickly.
Harry flicked his wand and conjured a green liquid that arced through the air. A burst of flames impacted it mid-air and it exploded violently. Harry covered his mouth and ducked as a leg, wreathed in flames, flew through the space his head had previously occupied.
Harry quickly used a banishing charm on the ground and launched himself backwards out of the cave. He landed roughly on his ankle and wished he practice the manoeuvre more beforehand. Aisha exited the cave, a sickly yellow smog pouring out behind her. His movements were slightly slowed. 'The toxin is working, even if it turned from contact into a gas.'
The Aisha's eyes narrowed and she seemed to come to a similar conclusion about the situation. In the blink of an eye a beam of light crossed the clearing and smashed into Harry's right shoulder. He felt a searing pain and his arm went limp.
A hole had been bored straight through his shoulder and a few trees behind him in the densely wooded forest. The edges were all instantly cauterized from the beam of intense heat, and small wisps of smoke rose from the burns.
Harry bit his tongue until it bled in an effort to keep from screaming, as while the wound didn't bleed, it still hurt like crazy. His wand dropped to the ground from his limp hand, nerves no longer getting proper impulses from his brain.
Aisha waved her hands and ropes bound Harry to assure nothing could interrupt her. She walked over and pulled Harry's head to look into his eyes. Presumably to break down his resistance to her Allure and get the antidote to the poison she had inhaled.
It was over in a flash. The ropes around Harry dissolved into nothingness and the full-body-limp curse impacted Aisha squarely in the chest.'He cast it wandlessly with his uninjured left hand!' She thought with widened eyes.
"Bitch, you've pissed me off!" Harry growled. Her pleas for him to release her, and promises of the power she could offer him ignored as he used a burst of air to clear the cave of toxin. He dragged her in and dropped her like a limp bag of potatoes next to the girls.
He was about to move the two Delacours against the wall to cast the spell to remove the toxins from their system, but before he could there was a soft swirling sound of air being moved around and the sisters were gone. Harry wasn't worried though, he recognized the sound as a Portkey that took the sisters away. While he wished that he could remove the toxin from them before they disappeared, as it would mean the difference between being paralyzed for three days as opposed to three hours, it's not like it was fatal or anything so it would just mean they would be out of his hair for a while.
'Oh well, it can't be helped.'Harry thought to himself with a shrug, he had to he had to deal with Aisha at the moment anyway.
~~~ Rape Begins ~~~
She could see from his stance what he intended to do. "Please, no! I belong to my Mistress!" Aisha begged. She looked so pitiful and helpless that Harry considered considering it for a second, before tossing the idea out the window and ripping his pants off.
Harry's nearly thirteen year old frame was significantly smaller than the older woman's, but his cock was fully erect and he realized now would be a good time to test some new spells he learned. He has previously not used them for fear he could hurt his lovers, but that was hardly an issue now.
Using his recovered wand for extra control Harry's penis first became larger, then covered in bumps and ridges. It was now a full thirteen inches long and five inches thick. Harry would be worried about killing a normal woman, but an adult Veela should be able to take it, pleasurably so if she was bonded to him, but the woman before him was taken if her continued cried to not 'sully her' were any indication, and he had no doubt the following would be exceedingly painful for her, which he was hoping for.
Harry pulled her into a missionary position and checked her cunt.
She was dry as a bone, but Harry fixed that by punching her in the face with a satisfying crunch and using some of the blood pouring from her broken nose as lubricant. Once his cock was fully covered he grabbed her by the hips and thrust in deeply. Her scream of pain was louder than the one she made when he broke her nose. Harry wasn't sure at first, due to all the blood he already spilt, but he was pretty sure he ripped something. She wasn't a virgin either, so it probably would require medical attention if she wanted to live.
Harry didn't wait for her to adjust. He thrust deeply into her over and over. Taking deep pleasure in her pained grunts and whimpers as he slammed his hips into hers.
He eventually picked up the pace as he reamed her furiously. Blood poured out onto the floor of the cave and her grunts became louder and more pained. Harry felt himself getting closer to the climax and pulled his cock out. He let himself cool off slightly before moving around to her face. He noticed her eyes widen, but she was unable to exert the force to even bite. Harry took a perverse pleasure in the guttural scream she let out as her jaw dislocated. His dick lodged deeply in her throat, he felt the vibrations intensely.
She actually blacked-out, but Harry woke her with a swipe of his wand. He cast another spell as he felt her vomit rush over his cock and mouth-pussy involuntarily jack him off.
He began launching gooey ropes of semen into her, one after another. It continued for a few minutes due to the spell, and when he pulled out he plastered her face with a few more ropes of thick ball-cream.
A spell he had used many times before got him hard again and another cleaned him off before he moved towards her cunt. He plunged it back in and delighted in her screams. Harry eventually noticed himself coming again and used a familiar incantation.
Harry shot his seed into the woman for the next five minutes, filling her completely and then some. When he pulled out a bit of the thick cream dripped out, but most stayed in her abused cunt and womb.
~~~ Rape Ends ~~~
"Now, are you going tell me where I can find this 'Averna' or am I going to need to 'convince' you a bit more?" Harry asked. The word convince practically oozed out of his mouth, glimmering with menace.
"Right here." A regal female voice spoke up behind him before he felt a spell impact his back, and his mind go fade to darkness.
"Avena, you came!" The terrified witch cried joyfully. Averna looked down at her condescendingly.
"Yes, now go clean up. You reek of blood and semen." Averna said before casting the counter curse to the full-body-numb curse and magically binding, blindfolding and gagging Harry and the girls. Another curse to prevent magic of any sort - at Aisha's warning - and she transported them to her dungeons.
'I'm glad my lieutenant suggested that remote help transmitter. If she didn't have it I could have lost one of my best tools today.' Averna thought to herself. She was surprised that one child of such a young age could inflict such horrendous wounds upon one of hers. This young man had great potential, all she had to do was to get him to work for her, after all it would be a shame to kill a potential tool, or perhaps even an ally. She placed a Portkey onto the infamous boy and the two vela girls sending them to the dungeons before Disapparating with a crack
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"Shit! My head hurts like fuck!" Harry growled as he came to with a sore head. After grumbling to himself for a few second he remembered the events leading to his current situation.
He had defeated Aisha, who was much stronger than expected, but afterward he had got blindsided by someone else. 'Why didn't I take her to a different spot?'Harry thought, ashamed he didn't make sure that he had a good view of the entrance, or at least put some wards up so that people couldn't find them. 'Unless… shit, she used her Allure to make me careless. There's no other reason I'd make such stupid mistakes.
Harry noticed he was pretty much unhurt, and he even had his shoulder healed. He was wearing clean clothes, although a pure white t-shirt and slacks wouldn't have been his choice in fashion. 'Beggars can't be choosers, right? Besides, my old cloths are probably either still sitting there, soaked with blood and semen or burnt.'
Harry looked around his cell. The walls were made of dark grey stone bricks, as was the floor. Cast iron bars were driven into the ground. Harry suspected that somewhere within the bars, or in the cell, there were some hidden runes that prevented Harry from using any of his magical abilities, wandless or elemental. Either that, or someone had placed some kind of spells upon him so that he couldn't do magic.
Either way, Harry began to get a closer look of his surroundings, he found he was in a dungeon and he seemed to be alone, every cell near him was completely empty. Eyes and smirk forming and widening, Harry flicked his wrist as he felt the holster still in place. He snorted when nothing was released.'Clever, making me get my hopes up as if I was still armed. If I hadn't tried to retrieve it I would have made a fool of myself if I tried to fight back.'
Harry was looking for a window to check the time when he heard the sound of steel boots impacting the stone floor of the dungeon. He turned and saw two guardsmen in light grey steel plate armour came into view through the bars and approached his cell.
Harry could see sets of runes inscribed into the armour and recognized some as resizing and others as magic absorption arrays. They were probably expensive, and therefore a one-size-fits-all set probably made for the whole guard staff in bulk. Both also held six foot long staves, with runes visible along their length the only visible difference between the two weapons being the different focuses on top of each. One had a red ball on top of it and the other had a blue ball.
They came to a halt just outside Harry's reach. 'They're well trained. This Averna person seems very competent, both in personal ability and her chosen servants. I'll need to be careful.'
"It's good to see you're awake. The Mistress has been waiting, and I didn't want to tell her you were still out. She's been getting impatient, and I'm terrified of her when she's impatient." The slightly smaller guard with the blue staff admitted without shame.
"I saw what you did to Aisha, good job. She was an arrogant bitch, grew a huge head because she thinks she's important and irreplaceable. Maybe getting ripped open like that, by a child no less, will teach her some humility." The second guard said. Their voices were distorted, and with the faceplate of the mask being impossible to see through Harry doubted the guard was worried about being identified if he spoke up.
Harry placed a charming smile on his face and spoke with a calm voice. "Then let's go, we don't want to keep your Mistress waiting." He wanted to see her as well, and it would hardly help his position at present to be belligerent.
The cell door was pulled open and a guard held out a pair of cuffs. Harry had already decided now was not the time to fight, he knew he'd only get one shot at best to break out and the odds right now were not favourable. So he let them cuff him and was led out of the cell. One of the guards cast a charm that caused Harry's eyesight to go black, but before he could worry the first guard's voice spoke up.
"Standard blinding charm, so you can't see anything you shouldn't. Don't worry, it'll come off when we get to the throne room."
Harry walked around through stone quarters for an unknown amount of time. Whether the guards were making him take a longer, alternate route to throw him off or that the base was simply that large was also unclear. It might have been both, but Harry could only speculate as he walked in silence.
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When the spell was finally released Harry was treated to an incredibly opulent throne room. The room was quite massive, enough to warrant large pillars on either side of the red carpet leading to the throne. Around the throne were a variety of beautiful sex-slaves of both genders and a multitude of races.
Whether it was due to drugs, training or they naturally were that way was up for question, but the end result was clear: It seemed that these slaves didn't care about the sex of the slave they were playing with, the men played with just as many other men as they did women, same for the female slaves.
Continuing to observe the room, he saw a naked, gagged and blindfolded Apolline chained to one of the pillars with iron chains. It must have been uncomfortable, because her feet were not touching the floor and her arms were holding most of her weight. She was covered in bruises and whip marks, with intermixed burns and scabs. While she was the only one with such extensive damage, Harry saw that there were other women as well as a few men chained to the pillars naked. It looked like they were there as little more than cum-dumpsters though, because of the more permanent bonds and the fact that their skin was coated with semen. Harry didn't know what they did to deserve such a fate, but he hoped to avoid it himself.
To Harry the most important part of a throne-room is the throne, and Averna seemed to share that opinion. She was seated on a throne with a frame made of cast iron, presumably to avoid having spells placed on it which could harm her. The iron frame had cushions of red velvet that ran along the back, seat, armrests and legs of the throne. A trio of spikes jetted out from the top corners, and from the topmost spike, which were about two feet tall and sticking diagonally outwards, her banner was hung. It projected an aura of wealth, power and dominion, which tied in with the rest of the room nicely.
"I like what you've done with the place." Harry stated conversationally, keeping up his act of being cooperative and friendly.
"That's good to hear, Harry Potter." Harry heard a familiar voice say. He turned around and saw Averna for the first time.
She was medium height, she had long wavy dark brown hair, with white highlights, or maybe even naturally white, bangs. A headband kept these white hairs out of her eyes, below which were a pair of intense green eyes. She carried herself with an air of royalty, her movements were all measured, and a trained eye could see highly refined muscles through her clothes, which led to the assumption that she wasn't afraid of a physical fight.
She wore a black leather jacket with a light shine over a one-piece combat suit. It looked to be made of dragonhide scales attached to some softer, more flexible material in a manner reminiscent of scalemail. Using magic to overcome the traditional weaknesses of the pre-chainmail armour, it was an extremely tough defence to pierce. The scales covering her legs, arms and a small half diamond from the base of her neck into her cleavage were a black that seemed to absorb light around it. They were contrasted by red scales which covered most of her torso, inner thighs and hips. While they didn't shine or glow, they were a relatively light shade of crimson, and detracted ever so slightly from the possible stealth implications the armour had before.
Perhaps that was the point, he mused, a way of saying 'I have power, stealth is below me!' without uttering a word.
"Here, you can have this." Averna said, before holding Harry's wand out for him to take. She was holding it with a silk cloth. It appeared that while no one could simply pick up the wand, the last Overlord had forgotten that a simple cloth or glove would prevent his protections from working. 'A project for another time.' Harry thought.
Harry wasn't the trusting type though, quite the opposite actually. He looked at his wand warily. It wasn't that he didn't want to take it, but he hadn't looked into if it was possible to hex wands. He was sure it was unlikely, and even if it was it was even more unlikely a hex could last on his wand, as enchanted as it already was, but the fact remained that he was in unknown territory and he didn't like it. Averna noticed his hesitance and asked, "What? Don't you want your wand back?"
"Yes, I do, but for all I know you could have hexed it." Harry pointed out politely and curiously, purposefully making sure he didn't come off as threatening. "And why give it back at all? What if I decide to escape?
The Dark Witch broke into a small chuckle before answering. "My aren't you paranoid?"
"You are my enemy, aren't you?" Harry said with a smile, "Both of us have no reason to trust the other, so I don't know what you plan to do or want from me."
"It's good to know you think of the big picture." Averna said with a smile, "There are too many who would take a wand back without thinking, trusting that it was safe to do so. For that I respect you. As for hexing your wand, I will admit I considered it after it nearly killed two of my men. I had thought perhaps a delayed Bowel Loosening Curse; something annoying but ultimately harmless to show my irritation in a way that wouldn't break any potential partnerships. In the long term though, it would serve no purpose to try and hex the Overlord's Wand."
"So you know of its last owner then?" Harry asked, impressed she recognized what the wand was and knew its history from sight alone.
"Don't look so surprised, I used to a researcher of a sort a while back." Averna explained, "The Overlords and their powers and achievements were always a fascinating read."
Harry was impressed by that, but it still didn't answer what he wanted to know, "And why would it serve no purpose hexing the Overlord's Wand?"
"Apart from not wanting to damage a powerful historical item?" Averna began, "It wouldn't serve any purpose hurting someone I wanted to talk to. Anyway, if I was worried that you would do something, I wouldn't give it back, now would I?" She asked seemingly unconcerned by anything Harry could do. Fairly reassured, Harry took his wand from her as she continued, "Even if you did do something, you wouldn't get far anyway. Either way, you're not here as a mere prisoner. If you want, you can walk right out of here as long as you're willing to swear an oath not to aid my enemies, no strings attached, or have your memories altered so you wouldn't remember any of this. I have a feeling you won't though. I have an offer you'll find too good to refuse. Sit and listen for a bit, okay?" The witch replied, before patting a seat a guardsmen had just brought in. It was a simple wooden chair, not ornate or useless.
Harry's interest was piqued, this conversation was going nothing like he expected. He took a seat as a plan was forming in his mind, shaped by every new bit of information he gained. He asked, "Can Apolline hear what we're saying?"
"No, she's unconscious at the moment." Averna answered.
Harry nodded, but for part of the plan he was forming needed her with her daughters, "I would feel better if she was within the dungeons so there isn't any risk of her coming to and seeing me, should you let her go later on… well she could talk to others and things wouldn't be good for me."
Averna could understand this, and while she had no plans of returning Apolline alive, she wanted to make Harry comfortable, but at the same time she wanted to keep her around for her own reasons. So she quickly cast a few spells on Apolline and then explained, "There we are, she's now blind, deaf, and has her senses of touch and taste dulled heavily." She'd also stunned the woman again, but she knew Harry recognized that spell so didn't bother mentioning it.
"Thanks for that, may I ask before we begin, how long have I been here?"
"Only about an hour or two, not long." She replied.
Harry nodded happily before asking, "Can I ask why you think I would be willing to accept whatever you might be offering? I'm not someone willing to side with the Dark."
"Oh please Harry, don't play games here." Averna laughed, "We both know that you're not as light as you want the public to believe you are. Not after what you did with Aisha, no Light Sider would have done what you did no matter what the provocation. But I have to say, you did a great job defeating Aisha. That showed me you have a lot of potential, potential I want to cultivate shall we say."
Harry listened, interested as she went on to say, "Let me be honest here, as you might have heard there's rumours of a Dark Lady on this island. These rumours are true in essence, as I am that Dark Lady, but I would prefer Dark Priestess, as it is a title I've earned. I would like to ask you to consider joining my ranks, a person of your strength and skills would help me a lot."
"And what would I gain from this alliance?" He asked. This was turning out to be a very interesting meeting already, slotting perfectly with what his goals had been. He was annoyed she held all the cards but it couldn't be helped, all he could do right now was play along and act the simpleton. "Don't get me wrong, you're right about me; I'm not as light as some people think I am, but I have no plans of joining any group, or even starting one up. At the moment I want to stay under the radar and not get noticed by people. So why would I want to join you and risk that?"
"Fair enough question and the answer is this, as I said you show a lot of promise and should you agree to join me I can help you bring these qualities out." Averna answered. She was happy to note the increased level of interest in his stance, but she also realized that he wasn't the normal power hungry Dark Mage she was used to who would join her for even a small amount of power. This young teen was different, and she needed to choose her words carefully if she wanted to convince him to join her. She could see a strong dominant streak in this one; she would need to tread lightly on the issue of who was in charge. For now just to help things along and exploit his dominant personality she gestured for one of her female slaves that was particularly skilled with oral pleasure to take care of Harry.
Surprised but in no part unwilling to accept the gesture he helped the slave free him from his trousers before she dove in with a literal single minded passion. "Hmm, that feels wonderful." Harry hummed happily at the feeling, "but this won't make me decide to help you. I can get this anytime I want." He commented, peaking Averna's curiosity, which she kept to herself for how as Harry wasn't finished. "Now why should I join you and how would I be able to help you?"
"I want your help to conquer Britain." Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he heard her frank declaration, "Before you say anything, let me explain. As much as I would like to conquer Britain myself, I don't want to be forced to rehabilitate it. Dumbledore has made Britain useless to me. He stays in his secret dictatorship, keeping opposition down through sabotaging anyone who could oppose him when they're in school. Even if I took over, I'd have a nation that needed massive amounts of effort, correcting all of the damage done to it by Dumbledore."
Harry could certainly understand that, Britain was nearly a lost cause as it was. Even if someone managed to beat Dumbledore you'd still need to also conquer the Ministry, as well as every single Pureblood with thoughts that they should be in charge due to it supposedly being their birthright. That was quite the list, even if most of them were child's play individually. And what would be left after such a purge that was at all worth the effort?
"Voldemort isn't any better. Whereas Dumbledore assures a nation of sheep with himself as the sole shepherd, the self proclaimed Dark Lord would rule over a nation of corpses if he could. I'm not sure if he has an end-game or if he simply seeks to burn the Wizarding World to the ground. He polarized the Wizarding World and wiped out at least 50% of the Pureblood Families in his first war. Numerous others were weakened and may die within a few generations due to inbreeding or a simple lack of numbers. Anyone who pointed this out has met a swift end during his reign, or an 'unfortunate accident' shortly after the conflict ended."
"I could use the support of the Malfoys to help me gain control of Britain, as they were the only family to gain power in the last war. They went from simple craftsmen to the richest and most powerful family in Britain. They control more seats on the Wizengamot than any other family through bribes and blackmail. They've got their main branch living in Britain, but a much larger complex on a private Wizarding Village in the Bermuda Triangle."
"So why don't you get their help?" Harry asked curiously as he came into the slave's mouth. He hadn't really thought about it, but the idea that the Malfoys would be the last two of their family line and only have one child was pretty silly, of course there had to be more of their family out there. Once he finished up he guided her to kneel beside him before he began stroking her hair, subconsciously using a bit of magic to make it a more pleasurable experience than it would normally be. Averna recognized what he was doing and was amused by the entire exchange. The slave's loyalty was never in question, but she could now make some good guesses as to what he meant earlier about getting a blowjob whenever he wanted.
"I would have, but the problem there is that while witty and potentially great allies, they're snakes and would stab me in the back at the earliest opportunity." She explained, raising another point Harry could understand and agree with. "They're pro-Pureblood when it's useful, pro-Muggleborn when they need to be and I'm sure they'd be pro-Averna until they think they can get away with double crossing me."
"You, as I said, show promise," Averna said, then began to explain her reasons for asking for his help. "You're not set in your ways yet, and you're as devious as the Malfoys. You have the potential power to dwarf Dumbledore's own and aren't afraid of being evil. And if you agree to help me and conquer Britain, I can offer you funds, followers, power and more to aid your conquest, and should everything work out a larger portion of the world."
"Alright, I hear what you're saying." Harry said slowly. "But why don't you want to do it, why have me do it? Even if you give me the resources to help, and even if I could get a few people to help me too, you have more experience in fighting and this sort of thing. I am a twelve year old coming on thirteen, I can't do much to help you at the moment."
"Let me get to why I need your help first." She started, "It may not seem it to someone as young as you, but it isn't easy to rule the world. You need loyal Generals to help you run or gain parts of the world that you own. That's what I want from you. I want you to become one of my Generals. Unlike others, you have potential to be a great General in my army, you're smart, powerful and willing to do what is needed to get you want. As for your age, this is a long term project; the actual conquest will happen down the line, when we're all completely prepared and all of the Generals are trained."
Liking what he was hearing, there was one final part of the deal that needed to be worked out before he could really commit. "Should I agree to become one of your Generals, how would it work between us?"
"Apart for offering you funds, followers, magical knowledge and whatever else you need, you're allowed to play with the pet's and slaves that aren't mine exclusively, and you would be treated as an equal, and all I require is your support and help to gain what I want." Averna answered delicately, knowing this was the most important part of the negotiations.
Harry's mind was racing as he finally got confirmation on some things and learned more. Her offer was certainly intriguing, and while Harry could probably acquire most of that on his own, the time he could save would allow him time to plan and do things that he couldn't do otherwise because he would be training, and so he could put his own plans into motion much sooner than expected.
He was also grateful Averna didn't try to make him someone under her in a truly submissive role, as he would have needed to decline out of principle in that case.
Until he was done with Averna, or she had taken over the world, their partnership would unfortunately put her in a higher position just because she had all the resources, and like all Generals they needed a commanding officer and Averna was his. Until then, he would be getting training from someone who knew about being a Dark Mage, who knew what he could learn from her? So for now he would accept things as they were.
"I think I can agree to become one of your Generals as long we talk about what help you need from me first." Harry responded, "I want to be careful, I don't want to die because I wasn't ready or I didn't know things I needed to. That's the kind of thing Dumbledore would do, withholding something important that could have helped sooner than later."
"That's wonderful!" Averna replied cheerfully, "Now, would you like to talk now, or would you like one of my guards to show you to your room that I set up for you and retire for the evening?"
"I would like to talk first I have a few questions I would like to ask." Harry said thoughtfully, "As for the room, I have an idea forming and depending on your answers, I think the best way to end this evening would be putting me back in my cell looking beaten…" He paused, looking into space for a few seconds before adding, "Also depending on what you tell me, there might need to be a few sacrifices on your part." He turned to look at her. "For now though, tell me about yourself. You said you'd earned your title, I'd like to hear about that."
Averna raised an eyebrow at this, wondering what he was thinking, but for now she began talking. She explained with great pride about her title as a priestess before the betrayal, which lead into telling him about the Temple itself. Harry was incredibly interested in what the Temple had to offer, but cooled himself when he heard how powerful they were. That knowledge would not be gained easily, but his eyes were set on the prize now and it was on his to-do list.
She explained that, thanks to the Temple, she was able to use most of their information to gain a base and secure most of her resources, seeing that they had many hidden caches around the world. So she was able to gain the army, and get items to build it up. As for the money, apart from bribery, blackmail and selling magical items, most of the money came from going down the necessary evil road to gain it, she used human (well mostly Veela/Mermaid) trafficking. Another good side about using Veela/Mermaids was that they both blamed the other for any disappearances, which built up the mistrust already existing between the races, which she wanted to build up so they wouldn't notice her on the island. It wasn't enough to start a war of course, a dozen virgin Veela and Mermaids, wasn't enough to start a full scale war over especially when there was no proof. But sold to the right bidder those dozen had gotten her quite a bit of funding to start with, and money was easy to make when you already had a lot of it.
As she finished, she smiled as she saw that Harry looked very satisfied - though that might have been just because he'd been using one of her slave's throats as he did, making a passing comment about thinking better while being pleasured. The Dark Priestess laughed and called over a slave of her own, agreeing completely with his assessment. As her slave went to work on her he asked, "Can you tell me why you captured Appoline? I know from their daughters that you wanted something from her sister, the Veela Queen."
Averna thought about it for a few moments, debating over what to say. She didn't want to risk letting him know more of her operations until she could trust him fully. But then again, he might think something up she hadn't considered. Weighing the options, she considered it worth the risk and answered, "I'm after something called the Artemis' Bow, in fact it was the reason I came to this island, to find this bow and Poseidon's Trident. It was said they were powerful weapons that, according to Muggle Mythology, belonged to the Gods and Goddesses. In the past the Artemis Bow belonged to the Veela and the Poseidon's Trident belonged to Mermaids, so I came here looking for them."
"So, you kidnapped and tortured Appoline to learn the bows location," Harry said thoughtfully, "It feels too hasty, it doesn't fit the style you've been using since you arrived of using subtlety and anonymity to your advantage. If the weapons are as powerful as you say they are they wouldn't hand them over willingly - even if it meant saving a life."
"Maybe not," Averna admitted, "but my options are rather limited at the moment."
"Not anymore…" Harry hinted thoughtfully, metal gears whirring. "I have a different plan. Yours is based on brute force, and hoping that they would hand over the bow to you. I'm not saying it wouldn't work for sure, but there is a high possibility that your plan could fail to work, even backfiring. If it were me, and the weapon is as powerful as you say it is I wouldn't let it go, even if I could save someone I really cared about. Like I said before, this is a very startling change in tactics, which might even work to your advantage in the short term, but with an object this valuable they're unlikely to fold. They might even meet your demands with aggression and force. What you need is what the Muggles call a Long Con. A move like that would be more along the lines of what you've been doing, and is more likely to succeed. The only downside being that it will take longer to pay off."
"I'm listening." Averna said with interest. For a long time it had only been her and she had answered to no one, which had been be fine for her. But the thing was, as she was now learning, that might not always be a good idea as some of her ideas and plans she might think were good were in reality terrible, and there could have been a better way, another idea or plan that could have gotten what she wanted but one she couldn't see herself. Up 'til now she didn't have any real advisors to point this out or act as a sounding board. Most of her people were afraid at what she would do to them, and defaulted to simply saying what they thought she wanted to hear.
This was why she had wanted people like Harry as her Generals, not only to help rule the world but to bounce ideas, plans and strategies around with. It was a given that they would have a different approach, which would further her cause. "What are you suggesting?"
"First I need to know, do I need to take any Oaths or magically enforced agreements?" Harry asked, before explaining, "The plan won't work otherwise. The con is almost assuredly going to involve me fighting your men, and maybe even you, at some point and I'd rather not die because I'm following conflicting orders."
Averna looked thoughtful for a few moments, before she said, "We'll need to reword the normal Oath, but I would prefer that you take one. Tell me more and we'll see how my standard Oaths should be altered."
Harry wasn't happy that he would need to take an Oath, as it would make things harder for him after he had used Averna for all her worth. But there wasn't much he could do about it for now, he'd have to look into Oaths when he got time. "The plan is simple enough, and that is to gain the trust of the Veela Nation, or the Queen's trust mainly." Harry paused as he came noisily into the slave's throat again. She moved to pull back, and Harry let her get most of the way before he firmly lowered her head again, his length cleanly sliding back into her throat. "I didn't say you were done." He said mildly before looking back up at Averna. "To gain that trust, you'll have to allow me and Apolline to escape, not only that but you might need to sacrifice a few of your people to make it look like a real escape, not that I'll kill them mind you, only hurt them, although the risk is there as it always is in battle. You probably already know this, but you need to sacrifice the Librarian, Aisha. She doesn't need to die or anything, but the Delacour sisters saw her." He paused. "Wait, you might not need to sacrifice her."
"What do you mean by might?" Averna asked.
"Well they were unconscious from a toxin when they were Portkeyed away." Harry explained, "They'll be unconscious for a few days unless I use a counter spell to undo the toxin."
"Ah I see," Averna hummed with a smile, she didn't seem to be worried, even showing signs of being happy about this development. She explained why, "They were Portkeyed back to Veela Colony, seeing as they're be unconscious I can use one of my other spies to alter their memories so they won't remember her exact identity."
"It is up to you if you alter their memories or not, but I would advise against it." Harry said, "It would help tremendously to gain the trust of the Queen if I had as much to offer her as possible. Obtaining the Bow will take time, but the name of a spy, for instance, in a position of power would certainly help things along. Over time, I can gain some more trust in other ways, one being defending against you."
"I'll have to think about that, but I would prefer it if she wasn't ousted." Averna explained before she pointed out, "They don't even know about me really."
"I know that," Harry admitted before carefully continuing, "but they will once she and I escape. And even if they don't find out from us it would be only be matter of time before they do if you won't allow us to escape. I'm the Boy-Who-Lived and the British Ministry of Magic, if not others, would come looking for me."
As much as Averna hated to admit it, Harry had a point, one way or another she would be thrust into the spotlight, it all depended on how. She listened as Harry went on to say, "So it would be best if word got out from me and Apolline, eventually backed up by Fleur and Gabrielle, so I can work it so we can get both the Bow from the Veela, and the Trident from the Mermaids."
"Speaking of, I don't know your plans for the Trident, or if you have someone inside already getting it for you. More likely that you have, but if you haven't, I was thinking that I could gain trust with them too, and do as I'm planning with the Veela. But for that to happen, I need to make the two races trust each other and get a better treaty or make this one they have now actually work. That means they need something else to fight against, and it would be better if it was you or someone else. Up to you, of course, but if you allow it to be you, I'll need to fight against you and your people, and any vows I make to you would make it hard for me to do." Harry added, hoping to get out of taking an Oath, but highly doubt it would work, "So until you get the two weapons, it would be good if I… worked freelance, I guess you could call it."
Averna had to think about that. Ursula had been tasked with retrieving the Trident, but she was proving to be worthless, costing her resources while giving little in return. It took a few moments to for her to decide, "Alright, I agree with your plan, but I need to think about the Trident and the Mermaids, so hold on that side of things." Averna answered honestly and thoughtfully, "I do have someone in the inside that is working on getting the Trident for me, but she is not having much luck just yet. For now, I would prefer that no one knew about me, but if there is no other option I'll allow them to find out. Work on the Veela alone for the mean time."
"That'll be fine, I can gain the Veela Queen's trust by defending her race against the Mermaids too." Harry commented, but to himself he thought, 'Hopefully, she'll decide to let me get the Trident so that she's forced into the open. It would be easier to have more freedom with her being a public enemy, she wouldn't be able to keep as close an eye on me.'
"I'll have to think about the wording of the Oath, but I'd feel better if you take one." Averna announced.
"I understand. Now I don't like the thought of this, but for authenticities sake and help convince her I'm not on your side, I need to look like I was tortured." Harry said, unhappy he still needed to take an Oath, on top of the whole torture thing. "So how do you want to do this? I don't have any preference as long as I don't have any permanent scars and I'm not so injured I can't believably escape." He said.
She looked him up and down, mind going through all the different spells she could use to get the effect they desired. "The Colony will likely use their Healers to take care of you, so we can't just have everything be superficial or they'll get suspicious. I will need to use several spells used mostly for inflicting pain that they will recognize, also they'll expect a few cuts and scarring."
Harry nodded, although he had hoped there were spells that could fake a torturing, he expected that wouldn't be the case. Who knew that before he turned thirteen he would be willingly tortured to get what he wanted? Maybe what they said at Hogwarts was right, maybe he was crazy. Either way, the plan had to go on, "So how would you want to do this?"
"I think we should do it here in front of Apolline." Averna said thoughtfully, "Not only would it 'show' her that you're not working for me, it might even help me get info about the Veela Colony. Or even better, help get the Bow a lot easier."
That sounded like a sound plan to Harry, so with a sigh he said, "Fine, let's do this before I change my mind."
"Okay, I'll need you naked and chained to the pillar opposite her," said Averna, "but before that; your Oath to me."
And with that Averna gave Harry the Oath she wanted him to take. It was a basic one, vaguely saying that he could only betray her as long as it meant it would get him (and ultimately her) the Bow and the Trident. Harry laughed inwardly at the Oath, it could mean he could do almost what he wanted as long as he made sure he kept in the range of the Oath, and still truly betray Averna. Once the Oath was made using his birth name Harry replaced his wand in his hidden wand hostel before he undressed and banished clothing so Apolline wouldn't suspect anything. Once he was undressed, he was then chained to a pillar opposite Apolline, where the spells on her were removed and she was made to come to.
As Apolline came to the first thing that she saw was a naked chained up Harry Potter across from her. "'Arry Potter, what are you doing 'ere?"
It was Averna who answered, "He's here because he was captured when he and your daughters were trying to find out what happened to you. I assumed they were with him, but imagine my disappointment when they Portkeyed away just as I showed up. I'm rather put out, but he might know something and so here he is."
"But 'e knows nothing!" Apolline shouted.
"We'll see," Averna smirked, voice lilting and playful. "and if he doesn't, it might make you talk."
And so Apolline was forced to watch as Averna tortured Harry, questioning him for the first half hour, until she was sure he actually knew nothing. Then she moved on to asking her instead of him, only to punish Harry when she refused to answer. She didn't talk, she wouldn't. She felt guilty but she couldn't betray the Colony or her sister. If Averna learnt about the Bow, or any info she had on the Colony… she shuddered at the thought. Not only could she control the Colony, but all Veela the world over, so she couldn't say anything. She just hoped that he would be fine and nothing would be permanent.
When the torture ended it was clear to see Harry was still in a great deal of pain, she could see at least three wounds that would scar, the most striking of which being across his right eye. Apolline felt an even greater guilt, but she couldn't do anything unless she betrayed her people, and she wouldn't do that for anyone or anything.
For Harry, he was glad it was over, the pain was unbearable, a few times he wished that Apolline would talk, just so it could be believably over. It was very unlikely he would be able to get through this without scars, the wound over his eye seemed deep enough, thankfully sparing his actual eye, but it was bleeding so heavily he couldn't see out of it now regardless.
Either way though, once Averna finished she smiled wickedly as she said, "Well Apolline, I think we can call it a day, you don't look like you're going to talk right now and Potter needs some rest or he'll end up dying on us. And I don't want that just yet, not until I get what I want from you. Until later, I'll be off, I've got a few things I have to do." She declared before she and her slaves left.
"'Arry Potter, I am sorry…" Apolline said softly a few minutes after Averna and her slaves left, "I am sorry what she did to you, but I couldn't let 'er know what I knew. I couldn't betray the Colony, my sister. If Averna learnt about the Bow, or any info I 'ad on the Colony, it would be very bad. Zhat eez one zing I couldn't allow to 'appen, even if eet meant you were tortured, I am sorry but so be eet."
"I-I understand…" Harry gasped as he coughed up some blood, this really wasn't his best plan… "I-I think I would have d-done the same th-thing."
"I wish zere was a where to escape, so you wouldn't 'ave to go zrough zat again." Apolline announced.
"I-I might have some-something that can help as long as they h-haven't found it." Harry revealed, trying to look up at his arm, only to wince as it just aggravated several injuries. He settled for flicking his wrist blindly, causing his wand to jump. He cast a healing spell as fast as he could directed towards his face to, at the very least, stop the bleeding and numb the pain, before doing the same to a few other areas.
"'O-Ow did you get your wand?" Apolline asked in shock, "I zought zat zey would 'ave taken eet off you before now. And why didn't you use eet sooner?"
"When? Between the Cutting Charms and the all purpose Pain Curses?" Harry asked darkly as he freed himself, "When I came to I didn't know what was happening, and when I got my bearings, I got tortured for info that I don't have." He snapped, causing her to flinch, looking away.
He walked over to her, legs stiff from the numbing spells, he got to work freeing her. "As for not finding my wand, it was in its holster and unless they cast spells to find it, it's invisible and they can't feel it."
Apolline heard about this kind of wand holster, they cost a good chunk of Galleons, but as this proved it was worth every Knut. "I am sorry Monsieur Potter, I'm just weary of everyone right now." She said apologetically as she was freed and slowly began to walk, finding herself to be in a good deal of pain. Seeing this Harry cast a few numbing spells on her too, "Zank you, Monsieur Potter."
"No problem, I wish it was more but I'm not that good with healing magic." He replied with genuine regret.
"Very few are Monsieur Potter," Apolline she said consolingly, "now let's get out of 'ere before Averna or one of 'er people comes."
"Agreed, I don't want another round of that." Harry muttered as they began making their way out of the room, cautiously checking the hall outside.
"Clear, let's go." He declared, starting a very slow, very cautious escape from Averna's headquarters.
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When they finally left the large but well concealed base of operations two hours had passed. They had been forced to proceed incredibly slowly, redoing the mending and numbing charms twice, and had knocked out or hid from over two dozen guards, mostly the latter. As of now they huddled down in a massive well tended hedge, one of many that littered the garden area they found themselves in.
Looking around Harry's lips curled in annoyance as he noticed they were a few hundred yards from the gates to the property, which he could guess was where the wards ended. The problem with this wasn't just mobility, but the twenty or so guards milling about in a relaxed group. He nestled deeper into the hedges the two had taken to hiding behind with a pained grunt.
"Are you ok, 'Arry?" She asked worriedly. If he went down she would be captured again in a heartbeat.
"I will be." Harry forced out as he recast his medical spells, doing the same to her just so they were fresh, "It looks like we'll have to fight here - unless you can Apparate now?" He tacked on, just in case.
"Non, I cannot." Apolline shook her head, "I zink I can do so once we pass the gates."
"So a fight it is then." Harry said with a sigh. He was far from full strength yet needs must. Taking a few deep breaths he said, "Let's do this…"
The two burst out of the bushes, spells already flying. Harry launched as many stunning spells as he could in a massive wave. In a real fight he would have preferred something more deadly, but out of his entire arsenal stunning spells were the ones he could fire off the quickest, so it worked out. Half the guards were knocked out in the first assault, two of them bursting into flames as Appoline threw balls of lustfyre.
When the guards wrapped themselves in shields Harry switched to long cutting curses to keep them bunkered down. Harry wasn't sure if he even hit any of them, but the barrage kept them under their shields long enough for Harry to spin around and launch a blasting curse at the gate, throwing it from its hinges with a screech of metal.
Harry stumbled from the use of even more magic so quickly when he was already running so empty, and his condition was made even worse as a spell slammed into his back. He barely remained standing, and it felt like his insides were on fire. He didn't know what the spell did, but he focused on ignoring the effects and pushed on.
Appoline's hand snaked out and began pulling him by the wrist, sacrificing offense and defence to get as much mobility as possible. Her gambit barely worked as the two sped towards the open gates, spells slamming into the ground just behind them and whizzing past them, some missing by less than an inch. The very second she felt them cross the ward line they were gone, an ear-splitting crack and a visible nova of displaced air caused by their hasty escape.
Back inside, Averna smirked as she eyed the life-stones of her 'guards'. In reality they were mostly disposable slaves given wands and basic instruction in the use of simple spells. This was how most of her army worked at the moment, made up by around 90% slaves, the rest being her highly trained and competent fighters and soldiers. The troop placement did its job and none of her valuable soldiers died in the escape though. She was very pleased. Now it was all up to her newest, indeed her first general.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Note:Here ends another chapter of Vulcan, I would like to thank you for reading and I hope that you keep on reading and enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing this. If you did or did not, I hope that you'll spare a few more minutes and review, as I would like to hear what you think of the story so far and any ideas you might have.
Sorry for the delay, apart from my muse not always being there, and the mood to write this coming and going, I had a small fight with my new/ex Beta Reader. We didn't agree with a few things, mainly what should happen next, and because I wasn't agreeing with everything he wanted to happen he left - I was willing to agree to change a few things, but not everything. Because of this, the mood to write this chapter was killed. But it gave me time to work on my other story, Harry Potter and the Sekirei Plan, which I hope that you'll all read if you haven't already.
Poll Results: So should Harry have a dual Lacrima ability - should you want a dual one let me know what the other one should be:
A dual Lacrima (Dragon/God Slayer): 12 (Review) 76 ( Poll)
A dual Lacrima (dual Dragon Slayer): 3 (Review) 25 ( Poll)
Just a single Dragon Lacrima: 2 (Review) 17 ( Poll)
No Lacrima: 2 (Review) 12 ( Poll)
And so far people suggested that the other Dragon/God Slayer power, apart for fire, are as follows, pick one or add another that you would like to see:
Fire/Lightning - two people want this - although I got a few ideas for this one and may not be Harry.
Fire/Ice - two people want this.
Fire/Shadow - two people want this.
Fire/Darkness
Fire/Earth
Fire/ice/water
Some of these won't with a Fire Dragon Slayer, one of them was lightning/earth, so you know Harry'll be a Fire Dragon Slayer, as he is already a fire elementalist, so that's not up for debate. What is, is what his other Dragon/God Slayer power is going to be.
I would like to ask your opinion on something, where should the land of 'Earthland' be found, under the sea, in the sky or next to Japan hidden by charms and other spells.