The Theocracy of Lightning

Episode I

The City of Lightning

"Lightning"

Lightning was the name I took for myself after whatever that thing was did this to me. I was once Harry Evans, or maybe I could still use it as in Hari with an 'I' and not 'Y', and maybe dropping an 'R' to be more feminine, and have it short for Harriet or something silly like that. Nah, that sounded too odd, but since the Raysphere hit me, and whatever was inside didn't just give me super powers, but turned me into a girl, but not doing the greatest job of that, as though I was mostly female, I still have a fully functioning dick, and it's pretty big thankfully, as that was always a plus-side. I had freaked out in the beginning, but over time, and a little self-exploration, I realised that I was the best of both boy and girl, and having a dick meant girls who were mostly straight would even want to do 'things' with me, too, so there was always a silver lining.

I had just turned fifteen years old. Yesterday was my birthday. It was not such a great day as I had no family or friends to celebrate with. Well, I had some friends, and acquaintances. I have lived alone on the streets of London for a long time now; that I was bound to meet some good people as well as bad, but the city only seemed to get worse since that twat was voted in as mayor, but I have awesome powers, so no one wanted to mess with me.

It could be worse, and I could still be with 'them', my only living relatives. I have hated them for as long as I could remember because they hated me, and made sure I knew it every second of every day, but wouldn't just give me up or anything back then, and I still wonder why. I had never known why back then, but when I got my powers, and looked quite a bit different with being mostly 'girl', I grew suspicious that their hate, and fear grew so vast.

However, you should not worry about me. I am used to it. It was kind of freeing compared to what I had before becoming a homeless nuisance to society, or whatever the losers of this world would call me.

I have been alone in this city since that incident quite a while back when I was eight. The Raysphere. That was what it was called! It was my saving grace! It was my life, and I loved it without knowing because it saved me a painful life of self-loathing, never being free. I came across it when my 'family' had lost me. Yes. They did make a habit out of losing me, but I always managed to find them again. It seemed like magic at the time, but I could never even utter that word.

The Dursley's had a phobia to anything abnormal. I guess to them, abnormal was having your parents die on you. If I ever saw those, good for nothing Dursley's again I would fry them, and leave their burnt corpses on the underground. Not that I expected to ever see them willingly entering this city knowing that I could be here somewhere, waiting to claim my vengeance.

Honestly, if I wanted to hunt them down and kill them, fry them, or torment them or something. It would not be hard to find them. I bet they still live in the same suburb in Surry as they did, and it's not that far away. The thought of what they would look like if I knocked on the door made me smile. The look, and then the thought of the suffering I would bring to them was something that could always make me smile.

They finally abandoned me here in London shortly after I became this 'thing' as they called me, as I used to just be 'oy, boy' when they wanted me to do all the chores. The Raysphere housed electromagnetic mutagenic energies, and mutated me in more ways than one. It was the power over electricity, lightning. It was this woman. She had given me a pack with the sphere inside with a mobile phone. She offered me money to deliver it somewhere, and I thought of it as a good chance to get some nice new clothes.

I didn't know what I was thinking, and nor could I care. That sphere saved me from such destitute, and desperation. It had saved my life. It had freed me from the Dursley's, and I couldn't be more thankful that sometimes miracles did happen.

Then the phone had rung. I answered, and a woman spoke on the other end. Her voice was gentle, and full of amusement as she said just three words.

"Child of Lightning!" she had near whispered over the line.

Then boom! It felt like I had blown up. It was a pain I could never describe. I was fried, so if I fry someone, I knew how it felt. The Raysphere hurt a lot, but thinking back on that it was beyond worth it, and I love my powers.

I was out cold for a while after the boom. I suppose that was lucky as it limited my pain. I couldn't remember whether I dreamed, but the dream really began when I woke. I was something more, something special, and then, I could be fearless, and make others fear me once and for all. I became the Goddess of Lightning, and I wouldn't let anyone hurt me ever again.

I was found bloodied and battered in the centre of the destruction the sphere had brought to the city. I felt a little bad about how many people had died to give me my powers, but I could live with that, closing my heart to those who would use or abuse me. I have since made up for every life lost by saving an innocent life in return, and then some. The destruction went on for several streets. I was in a smouldering crater. I was nursed back to health at the hospital where I had finally gotten to know that there were nice people in the world before they finally returned me to my 'family'.

The Dursley's hadn't even come to see me at the hospital, so it was a shock for them to see I had changed so much. I obviously looked like a girl, and was a small bit smaller than I used to be. My hair had used to be black, but that changed for a perfect white with my eyelashes and eyebrows, while my eyes had been an emerald green had changed to a pale silvery colour that swirled like mercury. And I had power, and with that power, the Dursley's left me alone.

Maybe I had a great responsibility to use that power to protect people, but who had ever protected me? Annoyingly, I do do some ridiculous super-hero-ing, but after I made up for the lives that gave me my freedom, I stopped going out of my way for strangers, but never stood back and let someone get hurt around me, but any crime that wasn't going to hurt somebody, except hard drugs, I ignored, as I would call myself a criminal too, as I steal all the time, but I had seen too many people overdose to let that go.

The Dursley's used to hit me, torment me, goad me, but with that first spark, they saw the deep water they were treading, and that electrical cables hung over that water. They had seen that they had pushed far enough that I would and could kill them.

My power had strengthened my body physically and mentally strengthened my resolve. That was not to mention my command over electricity, from bio, and natural, to artificial power; to something I still didn't understand. I could do anything I wanted, and become a queen, an empress, a goddess. I was better than the Dursley's, and they feared that, and honestly, I enjoyed their fear. It gave me some strength to realise that I was more than they could ever hope to be.

With my great power, I had a beautiful new freedom that I had always longed for, and I became more than a mere mortal. I had the responsibility to use that power. I would never let anyone make me into the victim again. I could be the bully if I chose, but I would never stoop so low that I would be like them. I would protect cute girls from people like them... well, I might see fit to save boys too, and, well, people. Okay, I didn't discriminate when saving someone, but I preferred the cute girls, which was rather normal teenage behaviour, and just the thought of my own harem of super powered girls bowing at my feet, with a cool armed force of 'others' helping me take over the world made me grin slyly before I squashed that idea, as I reminded myself how troublesome that would be, and how much work it would be being an 'evil' dictator, though, I would probably do a better job running the world than the morons who already did, like that twit in charge of America; I feel sorry for that one as its obvious he has lost the plot and was being used by some real evil twats, as it seemed rather obvious that he had Alzheimer's or Dementia or something.

Then the Dursley's left me in London. I was just a small girl, or boy-ish, no, it's more girl-ish, or to use the Japanese hentai fetish term futanari.

Anyway, I could admit I was alone and scared, in a scary new world because the Dursley's finally started fearing me because I actually had powers. If it was not for my powers, I would have become some filths play thing, but instead I held all of the cards. I had fools and criminal gangs bowing to me, giving me whatever I wanted to appease me, or I would end them, or worse, leave them in chains outside of a police station with enough evidence to put them away for life, whether they were guilty of those crimes or not.

The men in this town sickened me. I had grown away from any thoughts of them. The fairer of the sex is what made me happy; though, a girly enough boy with a tiny dick, I might consider trying I suppose.

I have been a hero to the cute girls of this city, and most were willing to let me play with them as a thank you, even considering I was still rather young, but I would never force it. It had been nice how I had grown to learn the fine art of getting cute girls into my bed, or me into their bed should I say, and when they saw I came equipped for all scenarios they were all over me.

The criminals within the city have grown to fear me, and even more, they feared mistreating any girls. Prostitution of innocent girls had dropped to near nothing because men feared me, too much. I had murdered a whole gang of filthy men who had been grooming and molesting young girls, for which the police turned the other cheek, as they would rather innocent natives of the UK be slaves than get called racist because of the police politicising to the Far-Left.

The police didn't appreciate the ten men, burnt and dead dumped on the doorstep of Scotland Yard with tons of evidence of their crimes, and the victims freed, and a simple note: 'Do Your Fucking Jobs, Or I'll Kill Them All!'

The Police had me down, in the Top 10 Most Wanted for that, at number 1 of all places, but after they put all their extra resources into searching for me instead of helping save innocent girls, and found five more men hung in their lobby – that made them start making arrests, and freeing too many innocent children and young women, or it could have been that I threatened them too, and though the Mainstream Media was trying to play everything down, alternate media sources were spreading the real news, and I could only be thankful they weren't giving me the same weirdo treatment as they did others, probably because unlike them, I wasn't above a little murder, and still ain't if its necessary, and they ain't no martyrs for their scummy ways.

They had good reason to fear me. Now, even the police feared me, especially after I blew out the brains of the Commissioner during a speech that had nothing to do with protecting innocent people, but some ridiculous political ideology that should be kept out of policing, as law enforcement should be neutral, and police while on duty should remember they could wear their pins, and political colours once off duty and out of uniform, as everyone, even arseholes deserved the right to feel safe in their own counties.

Then that brought me my name. It was with names; the cities underground called me. The names they had grown to fear as if I was the Lord of the City, and that doing anything against another person against my will, would end your lives, and even the police weren't safe from my justice.

The new Commissioner; he was a man who understood the way things were supposed to be, and knew to appease me, and my sense of justice, and the sense of justice held by the majority of the British people, he had to stamp out all the bullshit, and made huge changes where he could, as he still had to fight an idiot mayor, and the whacko brigade.

I was to them: The Lightning Bringer! Or the Empress of Lightning! I liked having names people used to worship me. They were names that brought fear to those who should be fearful, and that brought me pleasure, and it wasn't as strange as I thought it would be as a few cults of worshippers popped up, and actually prayed to me apparently, as if I was their new god. I found it rather adorable and flattering.

The police and the news mostly used the first name as it seemed to bring more fear, and the media especially enjoyed bringing fear to the mindless masses. However, my followers preferred the second, but I had heard one of the faster growing cults calling me the Goddess Lightning Arcanum, pretty much meaning I was rather mysterious. I liked it best, and neither using title or being subtle, and building a church to a fifteen year old girl was rather weird, but I suppose everybody wants to believe in something.

It amused me to see a foolish men shit themselves, as they saw me for the first time. I would show off my power and they would stare in horror. They would see what I could do; my destructive capability and their knees would shake. Then I would amusedly take a cut of their drug deals because a girl had to eat, and pay the bills. Some of them even had slaves, and that was a no-no in my city, so I would set their slave workers free, with enough money to help them out for a few months, or some tickets back to their families in some cases of trafficking across boarders against the persons will, because I hated exploiters more than anything, especially people traffickers. They stay clear of London these days, but that didn't mean I wouldn't find a place here and there, and then my will would be done, and the people would be free to go home.

I had become an Urban Legend throughout the city, as I'm pretty good at ninja-ing my way around, and it helped that cameras shorted out rather easily if I wanted them too, and I could just disrupt them these days. I was a caution to all criminals. I knew that even members of the police knew I was the real deal, and not just some 'Criminal Mastermind' with some kind of hyper-advanced electronic handheld railgun, as they came up with ridiculous excuses for what they couldn't explain.

However, those cops couldn't admit they had seen a girl who could control electricity in their city, as no one would ever believe them, and they might lose their jobs, and they still had families to feed.

I remembered when I was weak before my powers. My uncle used to come home drunk after a bad day of work. He used to blame me for his bad luck. It never occurred to him that he was an uncouth douche bag that believed he was owed everything and nobody liked him, least of all me, and that the business dealing had gone bad was because everyone hated him. He gave white people a bad rep, as he was so the stereotype of ignorance.

Getting the belt still hurt, even more so when you knew that you didn't deserve it. I just had to think about it for my anger to boil, giving me thoughts of returning for my vengeance. I had gotten broken bones, bruises, welts, and sores because the Dursley's were petty fools. However, even then I had something for them to fear. I healed perfectly within the day, which was my luck or I would have been covered in scars, or dead.

I could heal a lot faster now. I could pull electricity from nearly anything to close my wounds and take my scars. I was more durable. I could jump from the tallest skyscraper without using my powers and crack the concrete, not my head.

Now I refused to let any male touch me out of sheer principle. I suppose, Vernon Dursley started me on the road to not being the biggest fan of men, but his greedy, fat, bully of a son could not have helped matters. I still wonder how that fat tub of baby fat had not died of a heart attack with the amount of junk he greedily shoved down his throat.

I was dangerous. There were hardly any who would be willing to do 'business' with me, not that they had a choice if I needed the money. It was mostly women who wanted to cut me into their illegal dealings, for their protection from any men, and I'll admit that to some of the cuter girls or women in the city, I might have accepted some payment in other areas I've gotten good at. I'm their anti-hero. I don't give a shit what anyone thinks. It gets me feeling good and a warm bed for the night with cute warm body or two… or three or four.

Though, I have gotten kind of sick of this cesspool city, or maybe just really bored, as though I have occasionally 'blessed' one of my fanatical cultist girls, making her into a 'priest'; that wasn't as funny as it was in the beginning. I kind of felt sorry for them now, especially as many victims I rescued joined these groups, and they weren't bad or a scam, as I ran those buggers out before they could begin, as I had a heroic reputation to keep.

However, there had to be something fun to do. I had tried doing the superhero bit, proper, but that did not work out too well with the Old Bill after my head. It didn't help that I was too cynical to work out as a hero like that. I'll have to stick to the anti-hero, and goddess bit because I'm not really a bad person – well, maybe I am a little, but I won't go out of my way to hurt someone, as I know that some people are broken like me, and might even need help rather than a broken leg or two.

I had once protected a whole school bus full of kids before. Okay, so I was partially responsible for the bus slipping off the bridge, but I got it up again. I don't know whether I could have lived with myself if they had fallen to their doom. I would be spending years paying for that one, and from what I found out several of those girls now worshipped me too.

"The Theocracy of Lightning?" I asked myself with a shake of my head as it was more scientific than what I would have expected, but being their supreme ruler sounded pretty cool, which was another reason I seduced those girls into being priestesses, as I needed to make sure they had rules to govern them that were looked on favourably by outsiders, as so many of my followers were broken women and girls, and even men and boys who wanted something to believe in that would shelter them from harm.

I was sitting on the edge of the roof of a tall building, looking out over the city as it brought dusk to the sky, and a peace to my soul. I loved the colours; the Reds, yellows, and oranges. The colours were clouding the sky in a pattern of wild-beauty. The sky reminded me of me at that moment, streaking with uncontrolled colours.

I ran my right hand through my white hair, smiling softy. My hair was long, hanging to my waist. It was tied back in a triple layered plait with a weird spider hair-clip a girl gave me as a gift, more grateful than her body was worth, to her at least, to me, I treasured it because it was from her heart. She was into the Goth scene and was on a school field-trip when I rescued her from some douche bags that never saw me coming.

She was nice, and eager to 'experiment' with me. She tasted sweet, and sucked and licked, and I had a great time popping her. She was a few years older than I was too, and became one of my Priestesses, as I did like to keep up to date to make sure pretenders didn't sneak their way in.

I'm not sure what I prefer to be honest. In my age range or older than me; they both had great qualities. I supposed it did not matter too much because I loved them all, and that did not make me slutty. It made me awesome with a slight touch of slutty, but I was their goddess, so all was extra awesome, I suppose. There was a difference, and I had to grow up faster than most, so why not enjoy what I could, when I could?

Maybe if I went on a trip, I could get out of this rut. It would give me something to do. I wanted some cool dreams, and a fun future where I got lots of cute girl-arse. I am so bored. I suppose heading into Surry would be cool. That way I could get my vengeance on the douche bag Dursley's. The thought of the horrors I could inflict made my red lips curl into a grin. Though, I had to be rather careful with that, as if my followers discovered the horrors those 'people' inflicted upon their new god; they could get into trouble, seeking vengeance in my name.

I looked out over the cityscape. I could not help but feel giddy at the thought of leaving. I couldn't wait for some more adventures, and making new friends to come for me. The thought of all those damsels I could rescue and seduce, maybe a rich one I could mooch off for a while that would satisfy all of my desires at the click of my fingers, but I knew I would give her all the love she would desire anyway, as I could be a bit of a sap sometimes.

I would have to use my powers only, when necessary, outside of the holes and pitfalls I could hide out in inside London.

My electric blue eyes glowed slightly as I watched dusk turn to an inky darkness, lit by the streets of my city. It was all so depressing and artificial. However, it held an odd beauty, all that power I could feed on, but even I had limits.

I brushed out the creases in my tight, form hugging black top as I stood up on the edge of the roof without a care in the world for how dangerous that was. I was wearing a blue leather jacket over my top, left open with a baggy hood. Then I had on some baggy beige combat hipsters over my legs, and tight butt with black belt holding brown suede pockets, and brown walking boots on my feet for comfort.

I clenched my fingers within my black leather fingerless gloves. The gloves had blue metal plate strips on the backs, arching white electric sparks. My fingernails were not too long but rounded to slight points on my small and experienced fingers. People would be surprised that a god wore normal clothes, as my Priestesses wore electric white silken robes with silver trim, and 'Brothers' and 'Sisters' who were beneath them in rank from what I could tell wore electric blue trousers and top. I wore whatever colours I felt like, and mix and matched.

"The city looks so pathetic and small from up here!" I mumbled to myself thoughtfully with a soft and playful voice. "The people even more so...! I could do whatever I wanted! What could they do to stop me?!" I finished my thought before smirking as I looked down towards the ground, as I knew I was too nice to ever do anything like that, but I could still fantasize.

I leaned forward and within seconds, I was falling towards the ground. The wind washed at my hair, whipping it back. It was exhilarating, breath-taking, brilliant. I could see through each of the windows as I fell as if everything was moving slower, even my fall. I could see mindless people moving like drones. They didn't notice me, and I didn't expect them too, and even more; they wouldn't have cared. The building was owned by a woman I had saved from a kidnap attempt, for a ransom. She paid me back for my help by making sure I had a fun place to jump where people wouldn't pay attention, plus a proper reward, and I had it on good authority that she funded some of the Theocracy of Lightning, as she was a devoted supporter.

The feeling of falling was beautiful, rushing up inside my chest and behind my navel. I watched as the ground rushed up to meet me; the splat that would meet most people, but me. I was so much more. I was different. I was special in more ways than one.

The feeling of adrenalin, and fear was something I loved, base jumping without a parachute was only second to actually jumping from a plane.

It had only taken a few moments before I would smash face first into the ground. I twisted, sliding, flipping through the air, and landed with a crunch, on my feet, shattering the concrete as my boots hit in a spider web pattern.

Standing to full height, which wasn't much, I grinned and stretched some kinks out of my slender muscles. That was always something fun I liked doing. Though, it was always more fun to fall than climb, even the climb could be rather exhilarating since I couldn't use the elevator in most places.

I was surprised as I looked to my side to see a woman. She looked as if her heart had been caught in her throat. However, she was this stern type with her brown hair up in a bun wearing a neat woman's tweed business suit, so she straightened herself out quickly. She looked as if she was short of any choice words for a moment before she found them.

"Mr. Potter…?" she asked as she looked me over. "Or, do you prefer, Miss?" she asked and I shrugged, confused and nodded. "You almost took ten years off my life with that stunt!" the woman spoke crisply, but for a slight quiver. It sounded like this odd woman was actually reprimanding me as if she had been worried for my safety; it was an odd and unusual feeling. "Y-you could hurt yourself, or worse!" she continued her reprimand.

"Err, whatever," I replied, confused, as normally people would find my survival alarming and freaky, and this one purse snatcher ran away screaming like a little girl and turned himself into the cops. "Anyway, I think you have me mistaken for someone else, my name was Evans if you must know!" I said, wondering why I bothered to correct her.

"H-Harry Evans?" the woman asked, and I could only nod, surprised she knew me. She did not seem the sort of person to be in some bad business, even for one of those rich douchey types I've come across plenty of times, and they would never dare to try knowing my name – to everyone, I was just Lightning Arcanum. "I… we've been looking for you, for a few years, and after everything, we heard that… well, about, whatever happened to you. It recently came to our attention from the aurors… oh, they're Magical World police, that someone called The Lightning Bringer was terrorising the muggles."

"I'll have you know, Miss, that I don't terrorise anyone, and you can just call me Lightning... Lightning Arcanum." I retorted in annoyance. "If you want a clearer view of who I am, you should have gone to the Theocracy of Lightning, not the dying Mainstream Media… I was just-, wait, what… magic? Are you a flipping witch or something?"

"You're a witch too," she carried on as if I asked her, which made sense I suppose, because of the odd things that my lightning powers couldn't explain. "You survived the killing curse."

I was feeling baffled. I couldn't deny magic after all the stuff I had seen in my short years; my powers included. "Okay, so who hit me with this killing curse, so I can get pay back? This bastard killed my parents too?" I asked and demanded, outraged at these revelations, and wanting revenge on the Dursley's even more than ever, as putting pieces together was rather easy.

She nodded with a sad expression. "He was called… Voldemort," she said his name with a quiver, so I guess this jerk was truly vile, or these people were pansies. Yeah, I'll say the latter, as people say my name and I'm not exactly the greatest good, but then I was named after lightning. "He went after you. I'm not sure of the specifics. He killed your mother and father. Then he went for you, but his curse backfired for some reason. He was little more than a spectre, until a couple years back, he was brought back... but, he's surprisingly been very inactive for some reason!"

"I see," was all I could reply, even though I did not really see, but whatever. I was interested, and invested. It looked like I had my very own supervillain. I would have to tear him apart for taking everything from me, just to make the point that no one messes with me, not even a supervillain.

"So… you do know about magic?" she asked looking hopeful.

"Nope, but it sounds like to you people at least, I'm pretty awesome and famous?" I said with a small grin, as I wondered whether they had heard about my following.

"W-well, famous, yes... infamous even," she agreed with a nod. "I suppose it's because of your…" she trailed to a stop at my head-shake.

"Got my powers years later in an incident with a bomb thing, that turned me into an almost-girl," I answered, smirking. "Anyway, why come now? You people haven't cared in fourteen years!" I asked, curious why if I was their hero and saviour, or whatever, though, I could guess that wanted me to deal with their issues.

"We lost track of you, as I said!" she quickly answered. "Your family said that you were kidnapped before the headmaster visited them himself and found out the truth-."

"Family...?!" I ask-demanded, startling her. "Those pieces of shit who liked beating me, got scared when I got my powers and dumped me in this cesspool city?" I was quick to make it clear that I had no family.

"B-but, Dumbledore said-," she tried to defend but stopped at my glare with sparks in my eyes, literally. "He's the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I figured he wasn't telling the full truth. He placed you with t-the Dursley's."

"I see," I replied, keeping my anger in check. "Then he dumped me on a doorstep?" I muttered, which caused her to grimace. "So that is why you are here. You want me to go to this school?" I demanded only liking the idea because it meant I could get vengeance on this old fool and make some cute new friends.

"W-well yes," she quickly agreed. "It is a brilliant opportunity. You would normally go at age eleven, but we could not find you. But we plan to try fast tracking you to at least second year by Christmas, and if we can, third by next September."

"So… Potter was my father's name?" I asked her, uncertain. She nodded. "I see, but it's Lightning Arcanum now, and if anything, it would be Evans, Hari Evans. H. A. R. I," I spelt it out with a shrug. "Evans is the name I've been under for half of my life."

"Okay, but people won't like that, as you're their saviour and that's a muggle name-."

"I don't give a shit!" I interrupt. "They owe me! So, they should use whatever name I choose! And maybe I'll kill Voldemort again for them!" I informed her, straight to the point, and disappointed in the name they seemed to use for non-powered humans. I had half expected them to call them mortals, which would have been almost as silly.

"Reasonable," she replied with a sigh. "I'll have it sorted out, Harriet?" she asked and I shrugged unconcerned, and she seemed to look relieved. "Please be prepared for less reasonable people, such as the headmaster and his following, as well as egotistical pure-blooded wizards to not think so, and to still call you Potter."

"Lightning Arcanum, but I can agree on the human name for school, but it looks like I need to watch out for this headmaster as well as this Voldemort character?!" I answered and she did not deny it. "I suppose this school could be entertaining if nothing else, it will be fun ruining the schemes of the dippy old basket case, and whatever other morons to cross my path. So, anyway, where do I get my school stuff? Also, you need to give me money, or hadn't you noticed I'm dirt poor?" I said, lying as I had a few hundred pounds in my purse, and more than a few grand in my bank account, as I do have an apartment, but I owned that, but I wanted someone else to pay anyway.

"Well, your parents left you-."

"Oh great, I'm going to find out I'm rich!" I muttered, annoyed, as the woman did not deny it. Though, I soon got over it as being rich sounded like it would be fun, and I wasn't exactly poor, even though I gave a lot of money to people who were properly on the streets, and may have nudged them into joining my religion to get them off the streets, as the temple had plenty of shelters because they wanted to help people like I did. "So, who are you anyway? A teacher, I figure?"

"Professor Minerva McGonagall," she quickly responded. "I'm the Deputy Headmistress and transfiguration teacher. And… well. A nice, good family has accepted to let you stay with them while not at school, and they will see to your shopping," she added as she handed over a small gold key.

I studied it for a moment before placing it away in my rubber purse as it saved money from my power, as long as the power was directed away. "So that is for a magical world safe or something in a bank?" I asked, curious as my purse went back into my pocket.

"Yes! Gringotts Wizarding Bank," she quickly agreed.

I nodded thoughtfully before shrugging. "Okay, so how do we get to this… family?" I asked quickly. "I need to get the hell out of here before I go on a rampage just to liven the place up!" I joked in amusement with a cheeky smirk.

"O-oh right!" she said quickly as she offered me her right arm. "Just hold onto me and I can apparate us," she said confusing me. "It's a kind of teleportation, so try not to use your ability while in transit or it could go horribly wrong!"

"Right," I said with a shrug as I gripped her arm. She winced a little so I quickly loosened my grip remembering not everyone could withstand my strength, and I did not want to injure my ride. The woman didn't seem as bad as I had thought she would.

I liked her. She was fairly good looking for a much older woman, and had an air of protectiveness. I wish all teachers were like her. I felt as if I could trust her to look out for me as best she could.

"It will feel odd and oppressive the first time," the old woman quickly said. "It feels like trying to squeeze through a tube that is much too small."

"Okay," I nodded. "Let's go!" I said taking a deep breath to prepare myself.

I quivered as I felt the squished, sucked through a straw feeling before it was gone and we were in a field outside a large wonky farmhouse on the outskirts of a small village. I shook off the feeling, quivering at the squishiness of it all.

"So… who would live in a house like this?" I asked, grimacing as some cowboy builder had had a laugh at them with that bodge job. It looked like they had to use magic just to keep the place standing after getting screwed over.

"The Weasley's," she answered without a look as if anything was wrong. "They have two kids about your age. Well Ginevra is a year younger, and Ronald will be in fifth year. I'm sure you'll get along great!"

I snorted, annoyed. "Yeah, with the girl, of course; not the boy. Though, if I needed some cannon fodder?" I asked thoughtfully. "Though, there isn't a chance I would consent to hang out with him willingly with who I'm hoping is a cute girl to hang out with! I bet this one is just a stupid douche bag anyway."

"T-there is only one girl, and six boys, but two boys have left home!" she quickly said in worry to my annoyance. "Also, although they know of You-Kniw-Who's return, the Ministry of Magic has been denying it, so very few people believe it."

I rolled my eyes. "That's just a government for you. Incompetent to the core with their propaganda machine running full force."

"I wish I could deny that," she replied with a sigh and small smile.

A few moments later, we had gotten to the door, and McGonagall quickly knocked. I met with some fat jolly woman who would make a better Santa than some of the pervy jerks I have seen. The only thing jolly about them is the fact the children's parents let them sit on some strange unmarried fat douches lap. Though, that was only a rare few thankfully, and better still it was getting more difficult for people like them.

A few moments later, the fatty – sorry – ginger-fatty was trying to hug me - fuck no. I let a spark lash out just to push her back, away from me. I couldn't stand people like her, thinking they can hug anyone because they're smaller than her, which was everyone. There was just something fanatical about her, as just seeing her see me reminded me of the human whacos from London, which meant I should probably pity her?

McGonagall said something to her about me not liking people touching me, which was perfectly true, unless I want them too; they're cute, and a lot younger than fatty. I'll admit I like red heads, but ginger…? Sure, if she were cute enough, and had a super fine body, but in this case.

NO, one thousand times, NO! I could understand people letting themselves go in the modern world, but didn't she have magic?

Soon I was invited in. The Professor had left, and I was led into a large lounge. I was impressed the place was certainly nice and homely. It was not much of a mirror to the bad building work outside, but I thought it was best not to bother mentioning that.

I was introduced to the primarily male family. First was Percy – a super douche bag who obviously wanted to suck politician cock, and didn'tseem to be on the best terms with his family for some reason, but was polite enough I suppose, and didn't offer his hand for a shake. However, he was that much of a pompous plebe that I wanted to smack him on sight.

Then the twins barely avoided twin strikes of white light as they attempted to offer their hands. Their mother was quick to reprimand them, and tell them I don't like being touched. I honestly just read them and figured they would like the near-death experience.

The twins, I figured were odd because instead of being afraid, as they should have of my awesome powers they were amazed and admitted that I was cool, and begged me to zap them until I gave in and their mother rolled her eyes as they both fell down twitching. I internally shrugged as they were kind of funny, and a little humour was always a good thing, and hopefully learnt to not mess with electricity in the future.

Next up was the ginger my age, Ronald the Moron. He looked like he deserved a kick in the balls just for looking at me that way. It was as if he expected me to like him. I didn't. I wanted to cut him with a giant knife. He had this clueless expression on his ugly face. I told him to go and fuck himself because I don't associate with deadbeat pricks, as that was certainly what he was.

Molly Weasley tried to reprimand me as the moron stormed off muttering some crap about some old guy. I wondered if Ronald was into that kind of thing, but I cringed in disgust at the mere thought. He could go off with any old man he wanted for all I cared, but I didn't want to hear about it. I would have to scrub my brain if I kept thinking about his old man love as it was.

Next, I was introduced to this weirdo Arthur Weasley; the father of the family. He actually asked me what someone would use a rubber duck for. I was so close to telling him that muggles (the stupid word they used for non-magical's) stick them up their arses, but didn't need the hassle no matter how funny his expression would be, so with a shake of my head I told him the truth while the twins looked like they had known the truth, and thought it was funny never telling him the obvious.

"They eat cake off of them," I said and he nodded in glee while the twins cheeks inflated with suppressed laughter with the last member of the family, as she obviously had a brain in her head too.

She was the only member of this odd family I would want to know, on a personal level. Ginevra.

Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley. She was cute and had my heart racing with the need to taste her lips, and to break her in. She was cute in all the correct ways, and had a sweetly sheepish smile, amused and delighted that I continued the prank on their dad.

They all wore robes, but the way Ginny's hung to her small body was different somehow, making her sweeter. She had freckles dotting her nose and cheeks with pale skin. Her hair was a light red-orange hanging back, tied to her shoulder blades.

She was a little smaller than me, with a small nose and cute lips. Her brow was crinkled sweetly as she shook my hand. I smiled at her, and she smiled in return, likely thankful that I hadn't shocked her, as the twins were still on the floor shaking it off with goofy grins aimed that their father while their mother rolled her eyes, likely knowing her husband was being pranked.

Ginny's smile was nice and her chocolaty brown eyes lit up happily, as I held her hand in mine, my fingers were secretly caressing her soft skin.

"So, I'll be sharing your room, babes?" I asked and she nodded her head, embarrassed as a cute little blush lit her cheeks on fire, and I was quite sure no one knew I had a dick, and thought something either turned me into a full-girl, or I was always a girl and Dumbledore lied for some silly reason or something, and I had no reason to tell them, as it looked like I was going to teach my new friend to have some amazing fun that night.

"The Professor said that I'll be in first year till Christmas, so with any luck we'll be classmates eventually... so girl - want to show me to your room?" I asked hopeful, the quicker we leave, the quicker we're in bed, 'sleeping'.

She nodded her head quickly as the others looked to her, confused. I had that reaction when the 'males' or whatever didn't know I don't like them like that, and I was wondering whether that would make me gay, or was I straight, as I had no idea, but I did know the Alphabets didn't have a letter for me, and I was rather thankful to be honest, as I was more than some silly letter, and wished they could believe they were too.

"O-okay," Ginny quickly agreed leading me away from everyone else with Molly Weasley calling after us that dinner would be soon. She looked like the sort of woman who could cook a nice meal, and I had heard good things about a home cooked meal by a mother, and looked forward to trying one, and hoped she wouldn't mind me and Ginny eating in 'our' room.

"So, this is your room?" I asked, even though I knew it was with the two small beds, the wardrobe, and the unicorn stickers. She was cute without even trying as I looked to one of the beds with some soft toys from bunnies to teddies.

I was still holding her hand, and she was not trying to get me to let go so I was okay with everything. "Are you afraid of me?" I asked her, as she had not replied as I closed the door behind us.

"A-a little," she answered, startled as I kicked the beds together for more comfort and room for both of us.

"Why are you afraid, Ginny?" I asked her, moving into her space, my body pushed to hers as I held her hand firmly.

"Y-you're dangerous!" she said quickly. "The headmaster said you have killed people before!" she said before her eyes flickered to the joint beds. "Y-you're Harry Potter. You're not supposed to be like this, and supposed to be a boy – w-what happened…"

She was startled as my lips touched hers in a chased kiss before pulling back. "Many things, good and bad, but I killed slavers and evil," I said gently looking into her eyes, which seemed to make her relax in relief. "But there's a little more to you than I can see!" I retorted smartly as she quivered, weak in the knees. "You and I could be incredible together. Us, with other girls, with a mighty force, we could make something more for ourselves, so just give in. I already have a cult… but what is so different about you compared with the others? I can feel it running through my core."

"I-I'm empathic!" she quickly blurted out. "I-I can feel your emotions. The feelings of… the truth, and-and naughty feelings for me," she added, her cheeks fire red.

I licked her lips and still she had not pulled back, just staring into my eyes. She was lost in me, watching the storm that raged in the mercury, and I loved the control of herself that she easily handed over to me. "Someone is trying to stop you using your gift?" I asked her, and she nodded slowly.

"T-they say that I shouldn't. That it's wrong!" she replied. "B-but Dumbledore is afraid of me. He is scared of my power because I know when he is lying. He never tells the whole truth. He…"

I kissed her lips again. Her eyes dropped for a moment before I pulled back smirking at her. "Who cares?" I asked. "You should be relishing in your gift; for me Ginevra. We can pay this world back. Bring it to life. Live free! End things like Voldemort!"

"O-oh yes," she whimpered, capturing my lips until I pulled from her.

"I have so many enemies that need putting in their place," I informed her. "Will you stand at my side? Hold my hand? Love me?!"

"Yes," she whispered as we kissed, tongues slipping inside each other's mouths, lost in that moment. I loved her taste, her feel, her body; she was mine.

"W-wow," she mumbled, quivering as I pulled back leaving her breathless, and with a dreamy expression as she swallowed, swooning over me. "W-why are w-we kissing?" she asked. "G-girls a-aren't supposed to kiss like that!" she said, uncertain, confused, baffled.

"Follow the heart, the body, and the soul," I replied quietly, smirking as I held her small body flush with mine, cuddling her, and pulled her hand to my crotch, and she started as she felt 'me' with wide eyes. "And I have both," I said smugly while she gulped and licked her lips, but didn't want to remove her hand. "So, when it comes to pretty girls, our hormones are the best to follow!" I told her, leaning in to suck her small pink tongue in between my welcoming lips.

"Tonight, and forever, you're all mine!" I mumble with her moist tongue in my mouth. "And together," I muttered into her soft loving, longing kiss. "We will change everything," I finished while I lowered her onto our bed, lying carefully on top of her, running my hands inside her robe, to her delicious butt beneath.

to be continued…