Saviour, Champion, Lord, Master
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Key Pairing: Harry/Romilda;
Other Pairings: Colin/Ginny; Others TBD
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"Sleep well, Master."
With that, once she was sure her Master was sound asleep and free of the mongrels, for now, Romilda closed her own eyes as she felt the warmth of Gryffindor Tower's fireplace wash over them.
However, as far as she was concerned, only He deserved to bathe in such comforts.
She was nothing more than his pet, keeping him comfortable and giving him a single supporter in a sea of cowards, traitors and fools.
But soon…they would all learn…
Chapter 2: Word of Advice: Don't SPEW!
Early the next morning, after a night of troubled sleep, what he was sure was another nightmare and an eerie, but not unwelcomely-nice dream about him, slave girls and a beachside house, Harry opened his eyes to a strange, but not unwelcome feeling of comfort, which seemed to press in on him from behind.
This feeling, coupled with the sight of the Gryffindor Common Room fireplace and the low-burning flames within it, soon brought back the memories of all that had transpired the previous night.
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The Goblet of Fire…
The fact that there were now Four Champions in a Tournament that could only have three…
Ron and Hermione showing their true colours…
Harry returning the favour by showing his own fangs and claws…
And then…Her!
The mysterious, but also hopelessly-devoted-to-him soul that was known as Romilda Vane.
Oh yes…he definitely remembered her.
How could he not?
She'd been one of the slave girls in his beachside paradise of a dream.
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As he felt this memory cross his mind, bringing a faint smirk to his face at the thought of what one of the traitors would say if they found out how he felt about having slaves at his command, Harry's smile faded slightly when he felt the warm embrace of the one holding him near the fireplace grow even warmer.
Seconds later, it was accompanied by a gentle, soothing stroking motion along his chest, as though the owner of the embrace was keeping him in a calm, content manner.
However, there was one thing wrong with that picture.
He hadn't let them do it, which meant they were going against his wishes, after vowing they would never do that.
What sort of Master would he be if he didn't punish such a naughty pet?
Grabbing the hand holding his chest, Harry spun around, earning a gasp from Romilda, whom he now saw was awake and watching him with a look of apparent surprise, as well as relief, before her expression turned into a mixture of alarm and devout apology, as she lowered her eyes before his accusing glare as she whispered, "Master! I…I'm sorry; I…I didn't mean to! I just…I had to keep you comfortable; to let you sleep better…you were scared…moaning…and I…I thought you…you were hurt…"
"Maybe I was," said Harry, also remembering the power he seemed to have over this strange fangirl, whom he now remembered seemed intent, if not, as he'd previously said, hopelessly-devoted to the point of obsessed with the idea of serving him, pleasing him and making him into a much better wizard.
And, on a good day, this was a good thing.
However, right now, he was her Master, she was his servant!
And he had given her an order, which she had disobeyed, and he knew he needed to lay down the law, if only because he felt like seeing her squirm before the threat of his ire.
"But, in case you forgot, Vane, when I let you comfort me last night, I told you not to do anything, except hold me, didn't I?"
"Yes, Master," said the girl, lowering her eyes as she bowed down before him, touching her head to the ground, the sight of which should have alarmed Harry, but, instead, he was just amused, if not a little aroused – though that last feeling could have just been morning wood.
"And, in stroking me, even if it was to calm me down from what I'm guessing was a nightmare after some rather tasty little fantasies courtesy of my teenage mind, but I digress: by doing something apart from what I told you to do, you disobeyed me, didn't you?"
"Yes Master."
"Then…" said Harry, pausing for dramatic effect before he sighed with feigned pity, clicking his tongue softly before he asked, "I know you had good intentions, but, since you disobeyed me, you know what I have to do now, don't you, my pet?"
Just like thinking it, saying it made Harry feel so good inside, especially when Romilda complied. "Yes, Master."
"Good," said Harry, rising up from the ground, which, to his very slight unease, also revealed that he was right about having morning wood, but, at the same time, he noticed how Romilda kept her head down, so she couldn't look at him with hunger, lust and devotion in her eyes, even as he looked down at her prostrated form. "Then, just so we're clear, Vane, your punishment for disobeying me will be this: I now hold your heart's desire in my hands…look at me."
Romilda lifted her head, though not before she blushed slightly at the size of the problem in her master's pyjamas, though she didn't dare try and make things worse, for herself or for him.
Harry, meanwhile, smirked with a vindictive, if not sinister air about himself as he looked down at his faithful servant, "What that means is that, until I decide you're even worthy of looking at me like you're doing now, I forbid you from doing anything like it. That means…no lustful stares, no rubbing one out thinking about me, no daydreaming moans of longing, no lovey-dovey bullshit…none of it!"
Romilda flinched so violently, Harry might as well have just crowed Voldemort's name like a rooster, but the young Master wasn't done yet, "Your punishment is that, instead of being mine as a girl, until I say otherwise, you are now mine as you want to be…my pet!"
Hearing the punishment, Romilda bowed her head low, kissing the ground before Harry's feet once again, earning a cold smile from her clearly-changed lord and master as he told her, "I want you to know: I don't take much pleasure from seeing you like this, Vane. However, in case you never noticed whilst you were obsessing over me, I spent so long with people not listening to me: now you've opened the cage and let out the sleeping dragon inside, I won't have what is mine doing the same thing anymore, do you understand?"
"Yes Master."
"Good girl," said Harry, clearing his throat for a moment before, adjusting his trousers, he sniffed once as he added, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and…take care of some things. While I'm gone, you're to go and get dressed and then come and wait for me down here; also, you're to keep my school things safe, since I have a very strong feeling that some backstabbing lions will try and take what isn't theirs."
"As you wish, Master," said Romilda, waiting until she was absolutely certain that she could no longer hear her Lord and Master's footsteps in her presence any longer, before she finally picked herself up off of the floor, before she made her way up to the fourth-year girls' dormitory where, quickly, but with enough practice, she dressed in a way she hoped pleased her Master.
Once back in the Gryffindor Common Room, however, Romilda's eyes darkened as the eagerly-submissive side of her that sought to only submit to, and please, her Master as he wished, if only so she could reap the rewards of knowing she had pleased him and been of use to him rose up, bringing out her more-dangerous side.
Lifting her left hand, Romilda let out a hiss through clenched teeth as she smacked herself as hard as she could manage, her nails cutting into her skin as she struck her hand hard across her own face, before she did the same with her right hand, leaving faint scratch marks etched into her skin, while her voice became edged by self-hatred and raw, submissive, darkly-passionate fire as she hissed at no-one in particular.
"You undeserving idiot, Romilda Ashleigh Vane! Do you hear? You are nothing! You are just a pathetically-stupid, no-brained, overcompensating, clueless fuck-up, who isn't even worthy to call herself a girl! Certainly not His girl! You knew that he had ordered you to obey! You swore you would always obey! So, you knew that He wouldn't like you touching his godlike frame without his consent, even if he were in pain! You are his dog! And a good dog obeys, always! But not you; oh no! No, you knew his ire would stir, and still you disobeyed; you're worthless, Vane. Nothing, but a stupid, foolish, insolent little girl!"
"What do you think you're doing, talking to yourself like a crazy person?"
Looking up from her slowly-gratifying session of self-flagellation, Romilda's eyes darkened even further, stirring the pot even more inside of her as she saw one of her dear, holy overlord's betrayers daring to stand there, looking at her like she was crazy.
As was always the case for this overcompensating nobody with delusions of grandeur aimed at the cost of Romilda's beloved Master, her arms were fully-loaded with books, as well as a box that was filled with more of those stupid badges, which Romilda knew the bitch used to besmirch her master's name further than she already dared to do.
She had heard of how the hypocritical peasant had dared to usurp her Master's good name, just to make a few Knuts, and fool some equally-foolish freaks of nature into accepting her as their guiding light to her crusade. She also knew of one particular low-brow insect who actually struggled with the idea, almost as though they were somebody who, like Romilda, looked at The Master and saw him for the God that He truly was amongst these other feckless insects and peasants.
Hmm…maybe that one could be converted; after all, Master could always use some new pets to make do his bidding.
But, in the meantime, Romilda had this usurper to deal with.
Suddenly, as Romilda saw the bitch staring at her, daring to look down her nose at Romilda as she often did her Master, the brunette's eyes lit up as she sensed an opportunity. A way to get back into her precious Master's good books, so that, maybe, once she had earned his forgiveness in full, she could also earn the right to help him deal with his morning problems and maybe even earn the right to be trusted to hold him and caress him, so that disgustingly-weak excuses for nightmares didn't bother him.
"Well? What were you doing? It's bad enough we have one liar and crazy person in this House, but you too? I don't share a dorm with loonies!"
Smiling through clenched teeth at the insult to her God, even as she considered her role in The Master's blessed future, Romilda slowly stalked towards the never-shuts-up brunette of a traitor as she sniggered.
"Oh, nothing much, Granger; actually, I was just waiting for the chance to talk to you about your little House Elf Liberation thing."
As she expected, the spiteful bitch's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas at the thought of converting another patsy to her cause…
Sadly, Romilda was already hooked to another cult, and the God whom that cult worshipped.
And he would be worshipped…
Whether this fucked-up pussy liked it or not.
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'Merlin's bloody ballsack and the dragons that raped it!'
As graphic as it was, it was a weirdly-amusing thought for Harry to let out as he finally came down off of the swell of teenage arousal that he'd been feeling all morning, a part of him thankful he'd had the foresight to use a private cubicle in the bathroom to relieve himself in, instead of doing it in the dormitories as he suspected his fellow fourth-years might have done.
Personally, he didn't want to think about what the crude, loud, beached narwhal of a limp-dicked, redheaded Judas was thinking about when he polished his wand.
But, if Harry had to guess, he'd probably assume it was Viktor Krum, knowing the prick's obsession with the Bulgarian.
Harry, on the other hand, found his own orgasm being released by the thought of Romilda…
And not in a sexy, romantic way,
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Instead, it was the thought of her willing submission to him, as well as her desire to not only obey him unquestionably, but also, her acceptance of his wish to punish her for her insubordination and her disloyalty to his wishes.
All right, so, in his head, he suddenly presented himself an image of the girl, wearing next to nothing, except a dog collar, as she kneeled before him, willingly and gladly servicing him orally, but then, as though that wasn't enough, Harry had envisioned others, whose faces and identities eluded him, each and every one of them bowing down to him, worshipping him, rubbing him down after a tense, sweaty Quidditch match, tending to him while he was laid up in the Hospital Wing and even massaging him on a beach, or alone in a room, and doing as he commanded of them.
Many of them even worshipped his body by kissing his feet, while others would rub his arms, shoulders and even his temples, not to arouse him, but to relax him.
And yet, the very idea of dominating others, being the Alpha Male…the apex predator among the weak and the submissive.
And having such a beautiful girl willing to serve his needs, be they intimate or humiliating, it was enough to make Harry blow his wad.
And, for once, he didn't have to keep the noise down, so fat bastards, horse-faced eunuchs and chipolata-sized nonces couldn't hear him.
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As he came down off the high, the young wizard took several deep breaths before he made sure to quickly clean himself up, letting out a groan as he felt a tenseness in his muscles he'd never really felt before.
It was like he'd found muscles he never knew he had, not that he minded; still, with his body aching like this, he barely managed to stagger out of the cubicle, pausing only to wash his hands and splash cold water on his face before he looked up at his reflection. As always, he saw a pair of emerald-green eyes that shone like the Killing Curse, but now, they also shone with a mixture of personal amusement, excitement and satisfaction as they looked back at him from within a gaunt face, beneath wild dark hair and, of course, that damn scar of his.
He didn't look any different, at least not as far as he was concerned.
So why did he feel different?
'Hmm…maybe I'm just growing up faster than I'm supposed to…wouldn't be the first time, eh, Harry?'
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
Suddenly, as Harry brooded on what it was that made him feel so different, his train of thought was derailed, and then blown up, by the sound of eardrum-shattering screams coming from the Gryffindor Common Room.
Without waiting for anything else to happen, and groaning at the fact that, even when he wasn't involved, he couldn't get a moment to himself, Harry raced out of the room, down the stairs, barging straight past several others who'd already woken up, likely by the sound of the screaming, before he reached the foot of the stairs, just in time to see the reason for the screams.
When he saw them, however, a part of him wondered why he'd even bothered running so much.
After all, they weren't worth much to him, anymore, so why should he care?
As he wondered on this, Harry watched as Hermione Granger, one of the two bigger traitors to his life, was on her knees, shielding her face as she sobbed profusely while, above her, Harry's eyes widened with a mixture of darkened amusement, curiosity and genuine surprise when he saw his faithful dog, Romilda, was standing over the brunette, one hand clasped tightly to one of those stupid SPEW badges.
As Harry looked closer at the deranged, if not vengeful look that burned in his servant's eyes, however, his eyes widened when he saw Romilda had opened the clasp on the badge, revealing the pin, which was also dripping blood.
'She didn't…' thought Harry, though his servant's reactions and her next words said that, clearly, she had done what he was thinking.
"So, tell me, do you feel superior now, you selfish, delusional, know-nothing bitch?" asked Romilda, grabbing one of Hermione's hands with more force than was probably necessary, as she snarled, "Do you feel like you're better than Him now? Or do you finally accept that this is all you are to Him? Nothing but a stain on His existence; a wound that needs to be taken care of before you make things worse for Him? Well…where's all your greatness now? Where are all your precious books and all the answers you just have to have, because you think yourself above Him, huh? Come on, Granger: aren't you supposed to be the smart one? Maybe some harsh lessons will loosen your tongue!"
With that, she raised the badge and the open pin again.
"ROMILDA, STOP!"
Suddenly, every head turned to look at Harry, as did Romilda, who looked up at him with a mixture of awe, wonder and even pride, if not curiosity, before she released Hermione's hand.
When she did so, Harry saw exactly what the girl had used the pin for.
Namely to inscribe lightning bolts into both of Hermione's wrists – neither one deep enough to warrant anything fatal…not yet, anyway – as well as on one side of the know-it-all's face, which seemed to cut its way into Granger's mouth, like a smile that had been stitched closed part-ways along.
As Harry looked at the scarring, he felt the edge of his lips twitch in amusement, even though he tried to sound horrified as he gulped before he asked, "What…what did you do to her?"
"She opposed you, Master," said Romilda, earning a horrified look from the brunette as Romilda moved towards Harry, who didn't move – though the Gryffindors gathered behind and around them did – as the girl bowed at his feet, as though she was worshipping him, as she went on, "She has dared to use your name in vain time and time again this year, which was bad enough. But then, she not only defrauded you, she then betrayed what you meant to her as a friend and ally. But, even though she has chosen to call herself your enemy, she still goes on that fucked-up crusade of hers, and will probably keep usurping your great name to do it."
"Hmm…" mused Harry, silently admitting that Romilda had a point, especially since he could see yet another stupid box filled with badges, as well as more of those hand-knitted clothes, discarded nearby, several of the clothes dissected, as though they'd been hit by Cutting Hexes and stronger.
Romilda, meanwhile, took his silence as evidence of his disappointment as she insisted, "I…I had no choice, Master! I had to show her the error of her ways. Now, whenever she looks at her face in the mirror, she'll be reminded of who she should belong to; it is literally written all over her face."
As shocked as Harry was, if only by the sheer force of brutality on display by his faithful servant, he couldn't help but smile with pride and dark liking as he found himself agreeing with Romilda about the lesson that was to be learned. At the same time, he was once again amused and, yes, even proud by her willingness to prostrate herself before him, awaiting judgment on her latest act of serving the will and blasphemy against her chosen, beloved and hallowed Lord and Master.
Looking down at his pet, Harry's smile didn't fade as he reached down and pulled Romilda to her feet, "Tell me: did you do this in the hopes that I might let you be close to me again?"
"Yes Master."
"And you did it for that reason alone?"
"And to punish a traitor, Master," said Romilda, now glaring past Harry at the Gryffindors, all of whom backed away from the deranged witch as she hissed, "As I will punish anyone who dares to defy your choice to take your rightful place as you ascend to glory, Master. I will allow no-one to call themselves your friend one minute and your foe the next: all traitors will remember why there is only one King of the Pride!"
"But you did it without my authority?"
Romilda gulped, even as she nodded, "Yes Master."
"Then, for that reason alone, although I am proud of how far you're willing to go for my sake, you still acted on your own choices. And so, for now, I think of you as still being just a pet to me, Vane," said Harry, gesturing for Romilda to step aside, even as he walked over to Hermione, who shrank back in fear as she looked up at him.
"You…you…you monster! Look at what your evil has…has done to…to me!"
"Hmm," said Harry, bending down before he looked closer at Hermione.
When he did so, however, he scoffed once before he rose up again.
"In the words of my least favourite Professor…I see no difference…"
Only Romilda laughed, while Harry went to open his trunk, so he could change for the day ahead.
As he went to remove his clothes, however, Romilda hissed icily, "Don't you dare look upon him, you worms!"
"Um, you do realise he's stripping off and changing in the Common Room?" asked Angelina Johnson, earning a scoff from Harry.
"Since my former dormitory is all-but-off-limits to me, thanks to another jealous prick with an ego bigger than Hagrid and Maxime combined, where do you expect me to change, Johnson?" asked the emerald-eyed scion, changing into his robes as quickly as he could, even as he added, "Besides, since I'm not the Hogwarts Champion, I suppose I should either find some new sleeping chambers, or get used to baring all in front of ungrateful sons of whores and fuck-ups like you so-called loyal lions and lionesses."
Not one member of Gryffindor dared to speak out, not even with Harry ignoring their alarmed and even disbelieving looks when the elder students, as well as anyone above second year finally got a chance to see his less-than-appealing physique, complete with faded and some recent evidence of the kindness of Muggles and the school that Harry had gotten to call home…
Well, it was so until he was, once again, stabbed in the back by his family, as the old pussy would say they were.
Harry, however, finished changing before he looked to Romilda as he told her, "Hungry now…let's go, Vane."
"Yes Master," replied Romilda, following Harry out of the Common Room.
Though not before the green-eyed youth looked to the still-weeping, enraged face of Hermione Granger as he delivered one final, parting shot;
"Use my name to fuel your own one-track-minded ambitions again, Granger, and I promise you: your feet won't hit the ground. Also, tell that egomaniacal boyfriend of yours that if I hear one bad word out of his mouth, the only thing he'll get is a Howler from Mummy Dearest asking why she's suddenly down a daughter!"
Every head looked to Ginny Weasley, who seemed to be frozen in shock and alarm at Harry's ultimatum.
Though only she seemed to know what it meant, and what Harry was referring to, while the Fourth Champion snapped his gaze to a pair of other redheads as he sneered.
"And that goes double-double for any other redheaded Weasleys who might think embracing their inner Marauder is a good way to get me to fess up and admit something that isn't even true: come after me…your sister's life and freedom are forfeit and, no, boys, I am not joking!"
Neither Fred nor George had any argument to suggest that he was, though neither made any promises to let the warning go unheeded either.
They just hoped they could stop their idiot brother from making their promises mean nothing…
Chapter 2 and it looks like Harry doesn't even care if someone is hurt because they go against him, but will his warnings go heeded or will the worst-case scenario for a Weasley play out?
Also, with his pet having sent a message to one traitor, how might Harry handle the other one, as well as anyone else stupid enough to go tickling the not-so-sleeping dragon?
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Next Chapter: Surprise-surprise: idiots never learn, but, unfortunately for them, Harry's not playing by their rules anymore;
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