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I solemnly swear that the literature and works of the Harry Potter Verse belong to JK Rowling, Bloomberg and Warner Bros. The only thing I own are the one-shot ideas that popped into my head and whatever OCs I would create for them. This is a work of pure fiction made solely for fun, constructive reviews will be welcomed, flames will be ignored. Any references to characters in real-life or fiction are purely coincidental. If I could make money out of my ideas, it would be nice...

Mischief Managed Damn It!

Title: Well of Monsters (Working Title)

Posted Date: 1 July 2023

Inspirations: Underworld, Hell-boy

Tags: Potter Girls mostly Creature Girls, Human (For now) Harry, Bad Dumbledore, Human Supremacist Umbridge, Magic

Possible Challenges: Human Supremacist Granger, Vatican Hunters

The doors being slammed open and the sounds of feet stomping drew the attention of everyone in the corridor and got them flattening themselves against the walls as Daphne Greengrass left the Hall of Councils in a definite rage, her long dark hair trailing behind her with light tinges of gold showing her agitation and her blue eyes being the coldest the denizens had seen to date along with a sneer that would scare a good number. Even more concerning was her being covered in what was obviously dried blood while leaving icicles in her wake with each step, that ability and her talent to not show any expression whatsoever was what granted her the moniker of the Ice Queen, so for her to show such a scary look, someone or something must have offended her enough to break her control, and they did not want to be in her way. Even the few males in the corridor were calculating their odds to chat her up and found themselves being somewhere else to be.

Not knowing or caring of their thoughts, the young woman in question made her way back to her room without caring for the ice that was accumulating behind her or the storm that was gathering above the building. She used the stairs in hopes of using up the energy to control her rage, but it was still with her by the time she got to her room. She paused to try and contain her temper, and only managed enough to slam the door hard to make the room shudder slightly from the effort. Daphne paced about the room with cold mist coming off her before she punched the steel locker next to her.

"BANG!"

"Wow Daphne, what did the locker do to you?" The query brought the young woman's attention to her friend who had come through the conjoining door for their rooms, evidently having finished her bath as she was in her clean if not a touch risqué dark underwear that appeared to be a size smaller and was using her towel to dry her hair. "Was the talk that bad?"

"An understatement for the year." Daphne let out a sigh as she sat herself down on the floor without a care for her manners or the blood freezing upon contact with the ice. "The council folks have not bothered to read up on the mission reports we had sent for the past month. They keep on insisting that I am just paranoid with the number of humans being targeted by the Weres and I should just focus on the hunts."

"That can't be the only reason. You don't normally blow up this much, they tend to be this stupid even for lesser matters." Tracey raised an eyebrow while cocking her hip to the side with a hand on it.

"I had to deal with Malfoy and Nott as I was about to leave the chambers, and the two twats would not shut up about them trying to pair up with me for future hunts as a way to get to know each other and to get a contract with me." Daphne let out a loud huff. "I may have taken some of my frustration off on them, but they were asking for it."

"Those boys would not quit." Tracey gave her reply as she removed her towel to air her hair. "Nott is also getting on my nerves with him trying to insist that he was a better choice for union. He even attempted to change the roster so that we would sortie as a team, thankfully one of the operatives found out and switched it back. He got into a lot of trouble for it."

"What about Zabini?" That query earned a snort and rolled eyes from Tracey while throwing her towel neatly into the laundry bin in her room.

"That boy is busy chasing other girls and boys. Sure, he is a good friend to work with and to get rid of the itch, but we are not really together. At least I have his back for not trying something unlike the others." Daphne hummed at that. "Anything else?"

"The council won't let me check out the areas that I had pointed out were having the random snatching and attacks. I am just bloody frustrated." Daphne growled with her fangs getting slightly longer from her agitation.

"Right, no more brooding girl." Tracey flicked her forehead. "The council may not be granting you permission to check, but that does not mean you cannot do some independent work during the patrols just to be on the safe side." Daphne considered that before giving a reluctant nod.

"Do you know what you need? You need to relax, and that means getting out of this apartment, out the gates and into town to have some fun. We can grab some food on the way, and hey! While we are at that, I would like to see if our favourite human is around tonight, who knows? Perhaps I might get lucky and suck out something other than blood tonight." Tracey gave a dirty smirk at that thought and the reaction she got from Daphne who sputtered at her words.

"Damn it, Tracey. Mind out of the gutter, will you?" Daphne glared at the woman with a blush.

"I am not the one who was thinking dirty thoughts of him." Tracey's smirk went wider as Daphne looked away with a huff. "Come on, girl. You need to relax, and safe to say, you rather not be in the house with Malfoy or the elders troubling you. Go out and blow off some steam." Daphne looked a little undecided, so Tracey went for the low blow. "I am sure he would not mind seeing you again, and perhaps some pampering might be in order." That got the Ice Queen to crumble.

"Fine, let us go. I am only trying to get away from Malfoy and his group, that is all." Daphne growled despite the feeling in her chest at the prospect of meeting a friend that she would wholeheartedly deny that she was looking forward to. Tracey cackled like an evil witch as she moved back into the room, closing the door in time to avoid the pillow aimed at her and just flopping against the door. Daphne huffed before going to the bathroom to wash up, pausing to check her area for any cameras and surveillance spells before stripping down to her birthday suit without a care along the way and throwing her stained clothes to the laundry basket. Even if the boys were in a different section of the academy, it has not stopped a number of them trying to get into the girl's locker rooms or their respective apartments to install cameras or use surveillance charms to try and get photos or recordings of them in various states of undress or while showering, sometimes for their private viewing or for potential blackmail. Not to toot her horn, but Daphne knew she was one of the most desired in the academy for her looks and had to do a lot of work to ensure no boy could get a peek of her.

Daphne sighed contentedly as the warm water went down her body and soothed her aching muscles. With how hard they had been going through their missions these few weeks, whatever chances they could get to have a hot shower was a welcome treat. And she was glad to have her own private on-suite shower room to have her own bath in peace along with not competing with the hoarders who would take up all the hot water in the locker rooms and leave the late comers with the cold water.

Jerks.

After that, she walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her to get to her dresser, taking out different clothes to look at before she threw away the towel to wear her underwear for the night. She was considering what to wear when Tracey barged through the door unannounced as always, now wearing a tight grey shirt that appeared vacuum-wrapped around her chest and a pair of jeans that clung to her hips and legs like a second skin.

"Well, look at that. Someone is feeling adventurous for the night." Daphne gave a deadpan expression at Tracey.

"I only have this set left, the others are still in the laundry." Daphne crossed her arms under her breasts that were being framed in a purple bra, and when coupled with her tight purple undies, she looked like she walked straight out of a Victoria's Secrets runway.

"Sure, and it just happens to be when we are going to visit him tonight." Tracey was sporting the "cat caught the canary" smile. "Hoping to get lucky yourself tonight?" Daphne growled while blushing.

"Tracey!" The girl in question ignored her friend to check the cupboard.

"Let's get you something to match." She quickly pulled out a black long sleeved shirt and a jacket to match before pausing at a pencil skirt and a pair of long pants. "Which one to get his blood racing? Pants to show off the shape, or a skirt to show off leggings and a lot more if bending down."

"Tracey!" Daphne was rushing at her who merely threw the pants at her while dodging.

"You are right. Best to keep them in pants in case we need to move quickly, and we do not want to give our friend a heart attack from the sight of those legs." Tracey cackled most evilly while moving away. Daphne huffed before grabbing said clothing to change into. It was a simple set but she still made it look like she was a model showcasing the best of street wear. It's not her fault that she made them look good.

After putting on some perfume and light dusting while getting teased by Tracey, the two made their way out of the building by the backway while avoiding the idiots that would be about in hopes of bumping into them. With a quick tap of their security passes, they exited the compound and into the gardens.

"Right girl, let's go enjoy ourselves!" Tracey raised her arm in the air while she moved forward. Daphne shook her head at the girl's actions but followed suit. They left the grounds by a path rarely used and out a sidewalk that allowed them to leave the residence quietly. They moved about the streets to take in the sights while ignoring the many men who were looking at them with undisguised lust, a good few getting slapped by their female counterparts in jealousy. After a while, Daphne decided they had dwindled long enough and went to get some food to bring along for their visit. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at a studio apartment building and entered the lobby to get to the elevator.

Only they were not the only ones to arrive.

"Why are you two here?" Daphne narrowed her eyes at the two young women waiting there. Said two turned to face her with the redhead looking irritated at her presence.

"Good evening, Greengrass." The busty redhead was the first to answer with a very stern smile. She was dressed quite nicely for the occasion and based on the scent of her, had applied some perfume for the evening. "I could ask the same about you."

"We are here to visit a friend, and I don't think you are required to be here, Bones." Daphne stepped forward with a bit more force than needed, but given the week she had to deal with the werewolves, she was needing something to hit on, and here was one she could hit.

"Same here, Greengrass." The woman came forward and the two ended up meeting somewhere in the middle with the chest almost touching each other in a manner that would have males begging to be between. "I for one don't think you need to be here to mess my evening."

"Oh, you want to go there, huh?" Daphne's eyes narrowed at the challenge.

"Hey there, how is it going, Megan?" Tracey on her part just walked up to the other woman standing away from the pending argument without a care in the world.

"Work sucks, pay sucks. Pretentious Omegas trying to act like Alphas. You?" The tanned woman blew the hair out of her eyes.

"Same old, same old. Boys pretending to be men despite the years of being vampires." Tracey looked at the other two women who were building up steam in their arguments as usual. "Those two will never stop arguing with each other, will they?"

"Well, we are technically mortal enemies to each other, and we do have a fondness for a certain human. Both of us are the weird ones of the lot for not wanting to tear others' necks out." Megan snorted.

"Yeah. It gets boring after a while." Tracey winced at something the redhead said. "Whoa, Bones is really testing Daphne's patience with that tongue."

"I think all of us have a bad week, and Susan really wants pampering." Megan also winced at the words they were exchanging. "Yikes, I don't know about you, but I am glad that her aunt is not around to hear this, she would be making Susan clean her mouth out with a brush."

"Same with Daphne, I can only imagine her parents trying something." Tracey was wondering if she needed to do something when she spotted the one thing that would do it with a fair bit of blackmail guaranteed.

"Skank!"

"Mongrel!"

"Checkerboard!"

"The fuck does that mean, you Heaty Bitch!"

"Oh that's rich coming from you, blood sucker!"

"Erm, is this a bad time?"

All turned to face the young man who entered the lobby with a bag of goods in one arm, dressed in simple attire that showed he had just got off from work and was returning what appeared to be ingredients for dinner and his emerald eyes looking at them with uncertainty.

"Hi Harry!" Tracey bounded over a toothy smile. "Don't mind those two, they are always arguing about something."

"Ain't that the truth?" Megan came over to the other side with rolled eyes. "These two would have something to rip each other into every week. Right now they are arguing about some video game they played online recently and how they were taking each others' team out. You just saved us two hours worth of future arguments."

"Oh." The now named Harry looked between the four before turning to Daphne and Susan. "Well, I am sure you ladies can work your differences out, just don't get too into it, please. It is a video game."

Daphne straightened her back and flicked her hair, unable to look him in the eye nor stop the flushing of her cheeks at getting caught off guard. "Fine, we won't."

"Sorry, Harry." Susan on the other hand acted demure and placed her hands together, and by "accident" and in front of Daphne's twitching eyes, squeezed her large breasts in front of him while lowering her head in an act of shame. Only the look in her eyes showed what she was thinking.

That damn bitch in heat.

Thankfully Harry was dense to some extent so he just smiled and turned to the others. "Not that I am not happy to see you ladies, but I kind of missed lunch so I need to go and cook dinner. I can offer you some drinks, I suppose."

"Well, good thing we brought extra food to share." Tracey hugged Harry's free arm tightly to her chest, smiling at his flustered expression from his arm getting trapped between her breasts. "We don't want you to get hungry for feeding us."

"That's right." Megan grabbed his bag of goods to make room for her to do the same action. "We got this covered. All we need right now is for you to get us into your apartment. We can handle the rest." Her breathy whisper at that last bit made Harry jump at the sensation near his ear. The two girls then proceeded to guide Harry with smug smiles to the elevator, leaving Daphne and Susan to look at them before turning to each other.

"Truce?" Daphne asked.

"Truce." Susan nodded. Then the two marched after the others into the elevator to get to his apartment. Daphne paused at the buttons to watch Susan attempt to free Harry from the clutches of the other two before sighing and shaking her head while pressing the floor button to Harry's studio apartment.

Two vampires, two werewolves, and a human were about to have dinner together, with said human not knowing of the monsters he had invited into his home.

That sounded like a bad joke somehow.

Author's Notes:

A monster inspired story where most of the popular characters, especially females, are creatures of different types. Veelas should be around also for Fleur. The Peverell Brothers could be reworked to be how each character ended up being the progenitor of different species.

This is not a true prologue, more of a "trailer" if you would. I have no idea how to bring about the start of this story, I just wanted it out of my head.

What do you guys think?