Chapter 7: Andrea and Grace
'Wow.' Before his very eyes, the bare booklet was transformed; increasing in size in all three dimensions. Harry briefly flipped through the now dusky, yellow pages, lined with text and pictorial images and graphs.
"The Definitive Compilation of a Male Veela: History, Theories and Practices by Le Seigneur Thanatos."
'Welcome, heir and successor.' The writing began.
'… If you are reading then you most likely have an idea about who or what you are, or at least you think you do. Let me assure you that you, in fact, know NOTHING! But with this text and with the knowledge it offers, which I compiled out of decades of research and personal experience, you will… 'IF' you fully accept what fate has bestowed upon you.'
Harry felt a pull from the diary, much like one from Riddle's when it showed him its corrupted memory. Momentarily, survival instinct kicked in as he resisted.
'But what if it's right…' The young, newly initiated male veela was dying to know what was happening to him. If the book could provide him with the answers. Besides, Fleur did personally gave it to him didn't she. Surely, she would never have done it if she thought it would have harmed him, would she?
'No, of course not!' Harry's mind yelled. Reassured with this line of reasoning, he took the plunge into the unknown.
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The muggles, who saw the 14 year old, trudging along sedately, would have guessed, if not for his excessively youthfulness, that he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. They had no idea how right they were.
Harry Potter sighed as he ran the thoughts over his mind once again. The experience of first contact with the mysterious Thanatos's diary had not been pleasant, given how it tried to cram quite possibly years of information, knowledge and indeed, training into him over hours of time. Apparently his male veela predecessor felt the need to ensure that his successor was qualified to defend himself. Funny how Harry was now thanking that painful experience of having Voldemort's memories transferred to him; it prepared him for what Thanatos's diary did.
Harry didn't complain too much, though. Thanatos, who ever he was, was, as Fleur had said, a great scholar. The diary had gone to great length and detail to explain what he was and to provide insights about what he could and should do, i.e. building his harem. (He had groaned initially when presented with the racial specs and compatibility estimates of all the major species and sub-species) In addition, with even just a brief glimpse of Thanatos's writings, Harry knew that this male veela was a being, who was not only far ahead of his time, but also far beyond it.
'Will I be like this one day?' He wondered, feeling a twinge of awe and excitement.
Possibly, but for now, Harry knew he needed to focus. In addition to acquiring new 'powers', or as it was, learning about how to utilize what he always had, the young man also discovered their accompanying vulnerabilities and associated hindrances. At the very least, he needed to accelerate his procurement operations, preferably with a trip to Diagon Alley: New wands, equipment, disguises, supplementary texts, some dark artifacts, general potions and ritual ingredients were all at the top of this exhaustive list.
'Bugger.' This wasn't going to be easy especially with Dumbledore and Voldemort on his arse.
'One step at a time. I got surprise on my side.'
Harry turned around the corner, only to be greeted with a very interesting sight. The male alpha dominus smiled.
"Get lost you creeps!"
"What!? Listen here, I'm sick and tired of you, you snotty little bitch, so we are going to teach you and your girlfriend a little lesson." The angry red head who had yelled, backed up in fright as the two bulky boys advanced.
"Is that a fact, Dudders?" Dudley and his friend whirled around on him.
"Potter!"
"Piers, how are you?" The wizard calmly asked, smiling at his cousin's friend and old tormentor.
"Get out of here, Potter. This doesn't concern you."
Harry serenely smiled at the cornered girls and then at the pudgy boy, who tried to be intimidating, but failed miserably.
"Is that so, Piers? How about if you leave these lovely ladies alone, I let you go." Piers gave him a look over that said 'you must be joking'. Harry shot the incredulous red head a reassuring smile.
"It's been too long since we taught you a lesson. Come on Dudley!" Since Piers was even lower on the evolutionary ladder than Dudley (why else would one join Dudley's gang), he never realized why Dudley had suddenly gone pale, or why he had backed away from his 'scrawny' cousin. Piers of course, didn't care if ickle Harry seemed just a tad less scrawny now. Oh no, it had been too long since he had had a go at his and Dudley's favorite punching bag. Only the speed and shock of how fast Harry moved prevented the bulky boy from feeling the pain of having his shoulder twisted and then having his face smeared against the cold pavement.
"Arghhh!" The muggle girls looked on with horrified fascination as a snap sound indicated that Piers had one of his shoulders dislocated by a boy about half his weight and three-fourth his size.
"What did I say about going the other way when you see me walking, Dudley! Get this scum out of here." The shaken pudgy boy grabbed his injured friend and high tailed out of there, while his freak of a cousin looked on with cold satisfaction.
"You are Harry Potter!"
Harry turned to be greeted with a wide-eyed, finger pointing, redhead who looked at him like he was a dark lord. Bad example, but apt given the accusative glare he was being given.
"Ahm, yes. That's correct."
"I'm Andrea." The male veela happily turned his attention away from the glaring girl to her smiling friend, who stepped forward to introduce herself. Unlike her friend, the smiling brunette didn't seem the least phased by his quick and brutal treatment of Piers. In fact, the girl, as opposed to her stressed and nervous friend, was almost radiating confidence.
"I guess you already know who I am." Harry chuckled. Andrea laughed lightly as well, much to the displeasure of her friend it seemed.
Almost unconsciously, Harry appraised the two girls, who looked roughly his age. Andrea had deep, really deep, soulful brown eyes and dark brown hair that fanned out in lush, long trusses. The darkened cum tanned complexion made him guess that she might have some Portuguese, Spanish or possibly Hispanic blood in her. While a young girl, still yet in the fresh of bloom, Harry could very clearly see in the contours of her figure, an outline of the kind of body that decorate male entertainment magazines.
Glancing over her, Harry thought that the stiff, most likely of Irish descent, red-haired girl vaguely reminded him of Ginny Weasley, light freckles, pale skin and straight auburn hair running past her shoulder. Two things set them apart, however. One, Ginny would never look at her savior with quite so sour an expression or wore such stylish and presumably expensive attire. And two, in all honest opinion, he highly doubted that Ginny could ever possess the assets this redhead would most definitely in time have in abundance. They weren't much now, but in a few years, Harry was willing to bet that this muggle just might give Lavender a run for her money. Harry paused momentarily to adjust that thought. Nah, no one could compete with Lavender in that area, no one who was natural, that is.
"What are you looking at, pervert?!"
Harry blinked while a slightly shocked Andrea berated her friend for being rude. To the surprise of both girls, rather than looking away with an embarrassed blush or firing back an angry retort, the male only looked back at her in amusement.
"Nothing at all." The male veela answered as the image of his two lovely and years older blonde bombshells entered his mind. Harry deliberately arched his eyebrows as he 'leered' at the red head's bosoms, causing the girl to fold her arms to cover herself. Harry smiled in triumph as he saw her turning her head away, fighting a losing battle to keep a bright blush from spreading across her pale skin.
'Ha.' And he didn't even need to use his male veela 'charm'. Harry shot Andrea a knowing wink as her eyes shined with amusement.
"Well, I guess you know who I am." Much to his annoyance, the redhead pulled her friend away before he could shake the brunette's hand.
"He goes to St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys!" The male veela's eyes narrowed as the irritating girl stabbed an accusing finger at him. Her friend looked at him and then back at her and seemed undeterred by the assertion.
"Really?"
"YES!"
"That would be rude, Grace. Besides Harry helped get rid of those two. It's only polite to thank him."
Grace wasn't pleased with the prospect.
"Oh please, I have seen you fight. You could have easily taken care of them."
'So that's why she wasn't surprised by the nasty dislocation I gave Piers.' Harry thought. Clearly, the young girl had been trained. That explained why she was practically exuding confidence. 'Most impressive.'
"…The freak is probably just eliminating the competition so that he can try to get in our pants."
"Rest assured, Miss. Park that this 'freak' will not try to get in your pants." Harry stated icily, injecting just a tad bit power, which helped shut the irritating girl up. Stepping forward, and allowing his power and sexual prowess to exude from him, he added softly but forcefully, "…he either will or he won't. There is no 'try'!" The red head visibly shuddered in response.
Now Harry remembered who the redhead was and she definitely was no carbon copy of Ginny. Sole daughter of a financial magnate/banker who had recently hit big, Gracelyne Park was the epitome of the spoiled child even before her family became rich. Second only to Dudley and his gang, little miss perfect, Gracey Park, had been most responsible for making young Harry a universal outcast, using her status and jeering words to turn everyone away from him.
Briefly, Harry felt the urge to lead the picture perfect girl to a quiet place and abuse her budding body until she begged him to take her innocence. But, of course, it would be entirely 'consensual' and Harry would ensure that it was the most enjoyable experience she ever, or will, have. A sinister smile crossed the alpha male's face. Yeah, he could make it so enjoyable that she'd be coming back again and again, begging for it like the little bitc…
Harry shook himself free of such degrading thoughts. No, he couldn't. 'I won't sink to that level.' He vowed.
Casting a disapproving eye at her friend, Andrea stepped forward.
"I apologize for my friend, Harry."
"Quite alright." A clear lie, of course, as seen by the piercing gaze the male gave the other girl. To the surprise of Andrea, instead of storming up a fiery argument, her flushed friend only looked down demurely as if chastised. The male before her was definitely one in a million. She had never seen anyone so in control when dealing with a temperamental Gracelyne Park and cow her so. Andrea's instinct told her to learn more about this fine specimen and her instinct had never been wrong before.
"I just moved here so Grace, who's an old friend of mine, is showing me around. We would love it if you would join us." Andrea dared her friend to object. The redhead wisely held her tongue.
"I do not wish to intrude." Harry politely deferred, nodding towards Grace.
"Oh, but you must, Mr. Potter. Who else would protect us if we get into trouble once more? Surely, you would not abandon us here." Harry laughed as Andrea's eyes flashed with mirth, much to the consternation of an upset redhead who was feeling quite neglected. Then before anyone could protest, the brunette had latched upon both Harry and Grace's arms and began dragging them off.
"So where do you go to school?" The brunette asked.
"I actually go to a boarding school up north."
"Really? One of my best friends goes to one too, also in the north. How is it?"
"It's a unique experience."
"Ha, my friend says the same thing. Maybe you guys go to the same school." Andrea suggested jokingly.
"Maybe." Harry supplied cautiously. A badly disguised cough from the side distracted the two.
"Oh right. We better go. I'll see you around Harry. Let's meet up sometime." The tanned girl added with a wink as Harry felt a piece of paper slip between his hands. The male veela couldn't help but smile as Andrea waved back at him as her irate friend pulled her away.
'Wow, address and phone number.' He was unexpectedly pleased as he didn't do anything consciously to try and influence her. Here he was thinking that he would need to go into a muggle bar and blast the room full of his love dust to get some relief. But then he might just do that anyways considering it was highly doubtful one muggle girl would be enough. Thanatos's diary had provided him with various techniques that, apparently, could help one, even a male veela, control himself, but rather not risk. Plus, he had taken a liking to this muggle girl; not the loving or let's shag kind of liking he had for Fleur or even Regine, but he liked Andrea, nonetheless. As such he wasn't too sure he was willing to use her for the purpose of satisfying his unnatural lust. But her friend Gracelyne was, of course, a completely different matter.
Humming a light tune, Harry skipped down the street, significantly more cheered than before. Now, all he had to do was take care of that shopping list of his.
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Andrea sighed wistfully as she dropped onto the squishy queen sized bed. Gracelyne had muttered something about going out, but the brunette girl didn't hear her. She was still feeling high from her run-in with the resident cutie. She usually didn't latch onto guys she just barely met. No, she left that to her friends, usually Gracey. But something about this Harry Potter just called her to him, especially with the way he handled those two apes. Having seen the 'people' that were his guardians and his cousin, she didn't believe for one minute that their nephew was an incurable criminal. Personally, she didn't know why her friend was so prissy around him.
'Maybe they used to date and it ended badly.' The half- Spanish girl thought. That was definitely possible. No matter. she needed to prepare for the arrival of one of her best friends, or rather just best friend, if she were brutally honest.
Bouncing back up, Andrea moved around to get ready.
"Guess who?" The brunette yelped in surprise when two hands covered her eyes.
"Daphne!" She shrieked. A soft chuckle answered her as the hands moved away.
How she hated it when her friend appeared out of thin air like that. But what the hell, this was her best friend. Letting out another shriek, Andrea bear hugged her old childhood friend.
"So how was school?" She asked after, arm draped over Daphne.
"The usual. I'm glad it's over for the year. So, how's the bestest of my best friends?" The black haired teen asked.
"Sad that she still hasn't even met her bestest of best friends' girlfriend." Andrea replied with an arched look. Daphne made some non-committal sound that caused the darkly tanned girl to pout cutely.
"Where's Gracey?" The brunette rolled her eyes at her friend's obvious attempt to change the subject. 'Fine. Be that way.'
"She's out and don't call her in that voice."
"What voice?"
"You know what I mean. She hates it when you do and I don't want my best friends fighting one another. Please?"
"Fine." Daphne acquiesced. She had a heart as cold as hard steel at school and could reduce older guys to whimpers with a single glare but never learned to say 'no' to her friend when she pulled her puppy eyed look. "So why isn't she here?"
"I think I made her angry by making a pass on her boyfriend." She said sadly.
The raven-haired girl made a half-choking, half-snickering sound. Seeing her friend glare at her, she broke out in a fit of laughter that left her stomach hurting.
"I'm serious, Daphne. But he was so cute I couldn't resist chatting him up! And he didn't blush once. Oh and he was so dreamy…definitely dreamy." Daphne snickered more. Andrea just didn't call boys dreamy. If Gracey did that, that would be normal, but not Andrea.
"Jeez, sounds like you're in love with 'him'." The brunette rolled her eyes at the way her friend said the word 'him' in disgust.
"You know, you really should try a guy sometime. Who knows, you might enjoy rubbing his bum." While Daphne loved her friend dearly, her words still went in one ear and out the other.
"Maybe." She said unconvincingly. "But I like my bums just the way they are."
Andrea screeched as Daphne gave her delicate rump a firm slap. The girl's eyes narrowed. She was going to get it now. Her friend knew better than to do that. Hair flying, the brunette leaped at her assailant only to have her laughing friend danced away and ran out the door.
"Get back here, Daphne Greengrass!" She cried as she gave chase.
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