Parselmight

AN: I don't anything. I don't own Harry Potter.

"Speech"

"Parseltongue Speech"

'Thoughts'

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A crack of apparition snapped the air, and a tired and weary Harry Potter appeared. His hair was unruly, clothes dirty, and eyes tired from travelling. He had ditched his trunk, having borrowed a enchanted satchel from Daphne instead.

It had been some time since he had seen her, and Harry would freely admit that he missed his future wife. That said, he knew her well enough to know that she was scheming something behind the scenes, and that it probably involved him in some fashion.

"Damn witches." Harry grumbled under his breath.

A hiss alerted him to his familiar, Asmodai, who moved out from his bag and curled around his shoulders. The basilisk had grown, becoming heavy and longer, but still nowhere near the size of the one he had killed in the chamber. According to Asmodai, it would take a while for him to get that big, and would still be able to rest comfortably on Harry's body for quite some time.

"Master misses his mate. Master needs some relief from that blonde bimbo he plans to marry." Asmodai taunted.

"S-Shutup!" Harry stuttered, his cheeks going red. "And don't call Daphne that!"

The basilisk chortled, making a strange laughing sound. Even though he heard it in parseltongue, he could tell it was a terrifying noise.

"You fool yourself, Harry, blondie has you by the balls, and you know it." Asmodai hissed condescendingly.

Harry settled for simply rolling his eyes, letting his familiar win this round of wits. So far his basilisk had been as smart as Slytherin said it would be in his book, and had been a great travel companion.

With a tired sigh he turned, walking to the top of the nearby hill to overlook his destination. Tents stretched for as far as the eye could see, accompanied by fireworks and thousands of festive witches and wizards. The quidditch World Cup had come to Britain, and he had recieved a personal invitation to attend.

Daphne had been nice enough to reach out to him, inviting him to attend, and she hadn't been the only one. Ron of all people had sent him an invitation, in a short stiff letter that seemed more awkward to read than comfortable.

His former best friend seemed to have been coarced into inviting him to the World Cup. In the letter he sent, Ron claimed to have accepted Harry's "apology", even though he never had anything to apologize for, and implied that Harry could make it up to him by attending the event with him.

He had read the letter with bewilderment at first, wondering what the hell his friend was going on about, before switching to anger as things clicked in his mind. Clearly Ron had been forced to write the invitation, likely by his parents, and needed to come up with some way to get Harry to accept.

No doubt the old Harry would have been fumbling over himself to accept, wanting to get back in Ron's "good graces", but the new Harry Potter burned the letter. He didn't care about rekindling his friendship with Ron, and even less about appeasing his friend's battered ego.

He had seen what his successes had done to Ron in the last year, being that he started to take his studies seriously and how this offended him. Ron was left alone as Harry studied in the library or in the Chamber, put off to the side as his friend refused to mess around with him anymore.

Ron had been pushed away and had to find new friends to mess around with, leaving him in an awkward situation Harry wasn't willing to apologize over. No doubt this made the redhead angry, and as a result his parents had been upset to learn that he and Harry no longer were close.

Despite what Daphne said, Harry had tried to maintain his view of the Weasley family. That said, her belief that they were nothing but penniless climbers did sit at the back of his mind, and that they only wanted to take advantage of his good fortune when it came to the Potter Gringotts account.

The recent letter from Ron only made him ponder this, and that the Weasleys were trying to force their youngest to get close to him. It would make some sense, but the underlying intentions only made Harry's stomach hurt.

Harry walked past several high-end tents, passing pompous purebloods that no doubt wanted to showcase their immense wealth with ridiculously outlandish tents that were enchanted to the elenth degree.

Sadly, his girlfriend's family resided in one such tent.

The Greengrass tent was pure white, looking like a miniature castle. Harry let himself in, finding himself in a grand foyer that was larger than all of Privet Drive.

"Harry?"

He looked to the side, and his breath caught as he viewed Daphne for the first time in weeks. She stared at him with suprise, before rushing forward to reach him.

He met her halfway, his hands rushing over her body roughly as he devoured her lips.

-

A black cat crept between tents, cautiously maneuvering around the excited crowds that came for the quidditch World Cup. It's black fur was perfectly cleaned and soft, to the point that the day's sun reflected off its little hairs.

A small girl noticed the kitten, and rushed over to it with an excited cry, but by the time she made her way over the cat was already gone.

The cat found what it was looking for, a large majestic white tent, and sneakily entered the tent it had visited earlier in the day. The inside was different from the fabric outside, having the appearence of a majestic wooden mansion. Spacial charms had been interwoven into the tent's fabric, allowing it to hold dozens of different rooms on the inside.

The cat changed when it found the room it was looking for, turning into a girl with her dark hair angled to the right, before quickly becoming the cat once again.

It slipped through the now opened door, entering a different wing of the tent.

As it neared its target, the rhythmic sounds of claps met the cat's ears. Intermittently a woman moaned and sometimes even yelled out in pleasure.

"H-Harry! F-Fuck-Harry it's so big!"

"You feel so good." A masculine voice groaned deeply.

"P-Please Harry! I-I can't take much more!"

The cat peeked through the door, and froze. Harry Potter slammed into her friend, pounding her with his massive shaft relentlessly as his hands held her tightly.

He threw his head back with a groan, slamming Daphne's big bum against his thighs as his balls slapped against her violently. Daphne screamed in pleasure, her quivering form held up by Potter's powerful arms as he released load after load into her.

The black cat suddenly unfroze, its hairs still standing on end and pupils dilated as it spun around and ran.

-

"Ah, Harry, how good to see you after so long." Cyrus Greengrass greeted him with a bright smile.

Harry shook his hand. "You as well, Lord Greengrass. I must ask, are things going well?"

After his… reunion with Daphne, they had made their way to the quidditch stadium as the game was soon to start. Her family had a few seats in one of the better boxes, seated among the foreign delegations along with the Minister. It was one of the last places Harry wanted to be (seated near Fudge), but he could suck it up for now.

"Better than you can imagine." Cyrus said quietly with a smirk, one Harry shared with some optimism.

"Harry, How are you doing?" Adelaide Greengrass suddenly asked from the side.

"I'm doing good." Harry smiled. "If a bit tired from travelling. Seeing Daphne after so long helped tremendously."

"Oh, I'm sure my daughter helped you unload." Adelaide smiled mischievously.

Harry's eyes widened, and he glanced at Daphne in borderline fear. Daphne wasn't embarrassed like he thought, looking quite pleased at her mother's remarks for some reason. He guessed it was a pureblood thing.

A sudden commotion got the room's attention, as a recognizable gang of redheads entered the room boisterously. Harry felt himself frown, and noticed others around him sniff in distaste as the Weasleys entered the top box. He had to admit that he didn't expect to see them here.

They practically scrambled over each other to enter, some going to the food counter while others fought over seats.

"Hey, Harry, we didn't expect to see you here." He turned to see Fred and George grinning at him. Ron and Hermoine stood next to them, looking somewhat awkward all of a sudden.

"Weasley is that you? What, did you sell your house to get tickets up here?"

The mood instantly died, and Harry turned, facing the bane of his Hogwarts career. He hadn't dealt with Malfoy in months, and had honestly forgotten about the local idiot. It really was a shame he had to deal with him outside of Hogwarts too.

Draco was facing them, and Harry saw the rest of what he assumed was the Malfoy family for the first time. Draco's mother was honestly the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen, and he had to use his occulmency to stop himself from looking at her for too long.

For some reason he realized he had never noticed Draco's sister before, a tall girl likely in her fifth or sixth year with long light blonde hair who seemed to be almost a clone of her attractive mother. She stood next to her mother, and next to her was a darker skinned girl of similar age with long straight black hair. That last girl he immediately recognized as Emma, and she was giving Harry a seductive look that sent shivers down his spine.

He quickly made his observations, and found himself facing Lucius alongside his shitstain of a son. For some reason Harry couldn't help the urge to strike back at Malfoy, it was just too tempting. Especially with so many people to see it too, that just made it the icing on the cake as the muggles would say.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy." Harry said with a drawl, getting everyones attention. "I see you've recovered after losing that duel to your house elf. A… pity to hear he found your household so undesirable, a shame he can't say the same about my own."

Lucius' face went red with anger, and Harry heard the sniggers from the crowd around them. Poor Draco was looking between them with a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

Lucius went to respond, likely with some scathing remark, only for him to be cut off. "Mr. Potter! How good to see you again! Come, these are some friends of mine I would like you to meet!"

Harry turned, and faced the obnoxious Minister of Magic making his way towards them. He had to admit the man at least had good timing. Even then, Fudge wasn't much better than the Malfoy's in his book.

The bumbling and incompetent Minister of Magic made an absolute fool of himself in Harry's opinion as he negotiated and greeted other Ministers in attendance. It made Harry nearly wince in sympathy over the fool that the man was, before he reminded himself about his hatred for Fudge.

Even then, it was somewhat humiliating for Britain to have such an incompetent man as their leader. Between Fudge and the way Dumbledore acted, it made it somewhat easy for Harry to imagine how Voldemort was able to gain such a following behind their backs.

Soon Fudge was talking to the French delegation, and Harry managed to somehow sneak away. He happened to glance across the box, and saw Ron and Hermoine staring at him. Hermoine had a frown on her face, looking disappointed with him for some reason. Ron's face was red for some reason, looking at him in clear anger, if not jealousy. He couldn't help but wonder why.

"Monsieur Potter."

Harry turned, and had to immediately clamp down on his occulmency as a seductive French woman approached him. She had platinum blonde hair tied in an intricate braid, while wearing a simple white dress. He had to resist the urge to peak downwards toward a expansive cleavage.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked.

"Oui." The woman smiled kindly, a hint of approval in her gaze. A small book was conjured in her hand, one of the Harry Potter and the Dragon kids books that he had seen before but never read. "I was wondering if you could sign this."

Harry blinked, "Sure, although I should tell you that I never read any of these. I doubt they're based on a true story."

The woman laughed as he signed the book, a twinkling laugh that sounded sexy for some reason. "Forgive me, but my youngest is a big fan of yours. I don't dare tell her that these books are fiction, afraid of what her reaction will be."

Sorry about the wait. I've been dealing with college stuff the past couple months. I also had writers block when it came to this chapter, and what to do. I've read so many fics about the World Cup along with an OP Harry fighting all the Death Eaters and just decided I didn't want to do that. Hogwarts is coming up soon, along with what I want this story to be about.

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