The Harry Potter Collection Oh crap the bitch is here with me chap 3, a harry potter fanfic

Oh crap the bitch is here with me Chapter 3

Daphne's smirk widened as she prepared to unveil her nuclear option. "Remember, Harry, how at the start of this year you had a little incident where you ended up in the hospital?" she asked, her voice dripping with condescension.

Harry's eyes widened in horror, and he shook his head, silently pleading with her not to continue. But Daphne, relishing the moment, turned to her friends, her smile triumphant. "Well, you see, ladies, little Harry here tried to take a little jump off the Astronomy Tower. And guess who saved him from that little jump? Me, Potter. That's right—me."

The girls gasped, exchanging shocked glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. Pansy's eyes widened, her mouth agape. "You're serious?" she asked, incredulous.

Daphne nodded, her gaze never leaving Harry's. "Yes, I am. And do you know what, Harry? You have a life debt to me. And now it's time to collect."

Harry felt a wave of despair wash over him, his legs trembling as he struggled to stay standing. "No," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Please, Daphne, don't do this."

But Daphne's eyes were cold and unyielding. "Oh, but I will, Harry. You see, a life debt is a powerful thing. It binds you to me, and now, I'm going to use it to make you mine. Permanently."

She stepped closer, her voice a whisper that felt like ice against his skin. "You will be my husband, Harry. Forever. And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

Harry's heart shattered, and he felt tears streaming down his cheeks. The weight of her words crushed him, and he sank to his knees, sobs wracking his body. "Please, Daphne, don't do this," he begged, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't... I can't be tied to you like this."

Daphne's smile was devoid of warmth, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, but you will, Harry. You have no choice. The life debt binds you to me, and now you're mine. Forever."

Pansy, Tracey, and Hestia watched in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief. "You really did it," Pansy whispered, her voice filled with admiration. "You actually have him."

Harry's sobs grew louder, the reality of his situation sinking in. He was trapped, bound to Daphne by a life debt he couldn't escape. The freedom he had longed for was now an impossible dream, replaced by a lifetime of servitude and despair.

Daphne knelt beside him, her voice soft but firm. "Accept it, Harry. You're mine now. And there's no escape."

Harry's cries echoed in the night, a haunting reminder of the power Daphne now held over him. The path ahead was dark and uncertain, but one thing was clear—his life would never be the same.

Daphne's eyes gleamed with a ruthless determination as she raised her wand, the air around her crackling with magical energy. "You think you can escape me, Harry? Think again," she hissed, her voice dripping with malevolence. "By the power of the life debt and the binding magic, I make you my husband. Now and forever."

Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he felt the magic swirl around him, binding him in ways he couldn't resist. A ring materialized on his finger, its cold metal a stark reminder of his new reality. He tugged at it desperately, but it wouldn't budge. The ring was permanent, a symbol of his eternal bond to Daphne.

The magic completed its work, sealing their fates together. Harry felt a strange sensation, as if his very soul was being intertwined with Daphne's. He looked up at her, tears streaming down his face, his voice barely a whisper. "Please, Daphne, don't do this."

But Daphne's smile was cold and triumphant. "Oh, but I already have, Harry. You're mine now. Under the life debt and the life bond, and now being married to me, you have the legal rights of a child. I am now your legal guardian. You can't make any decisions without me."

Harry's heart sank as her words washed over him, the full weight of his new reality crushing him. "No," he whispered, his voice breaking. "This can't be happening."

Daphne leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, but it is, Harry. Our souls are now together forever, and our magic is intertwined. I now have access to your magical core. I can control whether you do magic or not."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he realized the extent of her control. "You can't do this," he said, his voice trembling. "This isn't right."

Daphne's smile widened, her voice a whisper that felt like ice against his skin. "But I already have, Harry. You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

The other girls watched in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief. Pansy's eyes sparkled with admiration. "You really did it," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "You actually have him."

Harry's sobs grew louder, the reality of his situation sinking in. He was trapped, bound to Daphne by a life debt and a magical bond he couldn't escape. The freedom he had longed for was now an impossible dream, replaced by a lifetime of servitude and despair.

Daphne stood tall, her voice firm and unyielding. "Accept it, Harry. You're mine now. And there's no escape."

Harry's cries echoed in the night, a haunting reminder of the power Daphne now held over him. The path ahead was dark and uncertain, but one thing was clear—his life would never be the same.

Harry's voice trembled as he looked up at Daphne, the weight of the ring on his finger a constant reminder of his new reality. "Daphne, with our souls being intertwined, does that mean you always know where I am? Does it mean you can track me or use your magic to find me? Can you teleport to my location? And can you really stop me from leaving the magical world?"

Daphne's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and triumph as she considered his questions. She took a step closer, her voice soft but firm. "Oh, Harry, you're finally starting to understand the depth of our bond. Yes, with our souls intertwined, I will always know where you are. I can track you, find you, and yes, I can teleport to your location whenever I wish."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine as her words sank in. "You can really stop me from leaving the magical world?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Daphne's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Absolutely. You're bound to me now, Harry. You can't escape. I have access to your magical core, and I can control whether you do magic or not. If you try to leave the magical world, I will know, and I will stop you."

The other girls exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of awe and admiration. Pansy stepped forward, her voice filled with excitement. "This is incredible, Daphne. You've really done it. You have complete control over him."

Tracey and Hestia nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on Harry with a mixture of curiosity and pity. "He's completely at your mercy," Tracey said, her voice tinged with amazement.

Daphne nodded, her gaze never leaving Harry's. "Yes, he is. And he needs to understand that there's no escape. He's mine now, and he will remain mine forever."

Harry felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, the full weight of his situation pressing down on him. "This isn't fair," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "You can't do this to me."

Daphne's expression softened slightly, but her resolve remained unyielding. "Oh, Harry, life isn't fair. You should know that by now. But you need to accept your new reality. You're bound to me, and there's no escape."

Harry's heart ached with despair, but he knew he had to find a way to reclaim his freedom. The path ahead was uncertain, but he couldn't give up. He had to fight back, no matter the cost.

Harry's despair suddenly turned into a bitter laugh as he pushed himself up from the ground, his eyes locking onto Daphne with a newfound defiance. "Oh, you stupid bitch," he spat, his voice dripping with a mix of anger and amusement. "Do you know what you have done? Answer me this, Daphne. With our souls tied together, does that mean if I die facing Voldemort or die from anything else, you would die too? I'm really curious, Daphne. If that's true, you're really stupid for doing this."

Daphne's smirk faltered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. The other girls exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence shaken by Harry's words. Pansy stepped back, her eyes widening in realization. "Is that true, Daphne?" she asked, her voice tinged with fear. "Would you die if he does?"

Daphne's eyes narrowed, her mind racing as she considered the implications of the bond she had created. She had been so focused on controlling Harry that she hadn't fully thought through the consequences. "The bond... it's supposed to bind us together," she said slowly, her voice lacking its usual confidence. "But I didn't think..."

Harry's laughter grew louder, a mix of bitterness and triumph. "You didn't think, did you? You were so eager to control me that you didn't consider the risks. If I die, you die too. Congratulations, Daphne. You've tied your fate to mine."

Tracey and Hestia looked at each other, their expressions filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. "This is insane," Tracey whispered, her voice trembling. "What have you done, Daphne?"

Daphne's eyes flashed with anger, but there was a hint of desperation in her gaze. "Shut up, Potter," she hissed, her voice trembling slightly. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Harry took a step closer, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Oh, but I do, Daphne. You wanted to control me, to make me yours forever. But now you're bound to me in a way you never intended. If I die, you die. And there's nothing you can do to change that."

Pansy's face paled, and she took another step back, her confidence shattered. "This is a disaster," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

Daphne's hands clenched into fists, her mind racing as she tried to regain control of the situation. "It doesn't matter," she said, her voice firm but lacking its usual conviction. "You're still mine, Harry. And I will make sure you stay alive."

Harry's laughter faded, replaced by a cold determination. "We'll see about that, Daphne. We'll see."

The tension in the air was palpable, the balance of power shifting as the reality of the bond sank in. Harry knew he had to find a way to break free, but for now, he had managed to turn the tables on Daphne, if only for a moment.

Harry took a deep breath, ignoring Daphne's furious gaze as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Elder Wand, its dark wood gleaming ominously in the dim light. The weight of the wand felt powerful in his hand, a reminder of the lengths he had gone to reclaim his freedom. "I have combined the Deathly Hallows to become the Master of Death," he declared, his voice steady, though his heart raced with a mixture of hope and despair.

Daphne's eyes widened in disbelief. "What have you done?" she asked, her tone a mix of shock and anger. "You think that gives you power over me?"

Harry met her gaze, defiance burning in his eyes. "Fuck you, Daphne," he spat, the words filled with venom. He turned his attention to the ring on his finger, the cold metal a stark reminder of the bond that still tied him to her. No matter the power he wielded, the marriage and soul bond remained, a chain he couldn't break.

He felt tears welling up in his eyes, frustration and despair crashing over him like a tidal wave. "I thought becoming the Master of Death would free me from the bond," he yelled, his voice filled with anguish. "But it hasn't!"

Daphne's expression shifted, a mix of triumph and realization washing over her. "Oh, Harry," she said, her voice almost mocking. "You really thought that would work? You've bound yourself to me, and no amount of power can change that."

Harry's heart sank as he realized the truth of her words. The Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak, and the Resurrection Stone had granted him immense power, but they hadn't freed him from the bond he now shared with Daphne. "I'm still yours," he whispered, the weight of despair heavy in his chest.

Daphne stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Yes, you are. You thought you could escape me, but you're still bound to me, Harry. Our souls are intertwined, and now you have to accept your fate."

The other girls watched in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief. Pansy finally spoke, her voice filled with admiration. "You really did it, Daphne. You've got him right where you want him."

Harry felt a surge of anger at their words, but he knew he had to keep fighting. He couldn't let them see him break. "I won't give up," he declared, clenching his fists. "I'll find a way to break this bond."

Daphne's laughter echoed in the corridor, cold and triumphant. "You can try, Harry, but you'll find it's not that easy. You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

As Harry stood there, the weight of the ring on his finger a constant reminder of his new reality, he felt a flicker of determination ignite within him. He might be bound to Daphne, but he wouldn't let her control him. He would find a way to reclaim his life, no matter the cost.

Harry's voice trembled with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity as he faced Daphne, the weight of the Elder Wand heavy in his hand. "You know, Daphne, with me being the Master of Death, according to the legends, I am now immortal. I can't age, die, or get sick from disease. And I can feel it, so it's true."

Daphne's eyes widened, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face as she processed his words. The other girls exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence shaken by the revelation.

Harry continued, his voice growing stronger. "I wonder, because your soul is intertwined with mine, does that mean now that I am the Master of Death, you are now the Mistress of Death? Are you now immortal, Daphne? Does this mean I'm stuck with you for eternity?"

Daphne's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of genuine concern. She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing as she considered the implications. "What are you saying, Harry?" she asked, her voice lacking its usual confidence.

Harry met her gaze, his eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and desperation. "I'm saying that if I'm immortal, and our souls are bound together, then you might be immortal too. We might be stuck with each other for eternity."

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and Daphne's expression shifted from triumph to a mix of fear and realization. "You're serious," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You really think this bond has made us both immortal?"

Pansy, Tracey, and Hestia looked at each other, their faces pale with shock. "This is insane," Tracey muttered, her voice barely audible.

Daphne took another step closer, her eyes locked onto Harry's. "If what you're saying is true, then we're bound together forever," she said, her voice a mix of awe and fear. "You and I, for eternity."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine as the reality of their situation sank in. "Yes, Daphne," he said, his voice steady. "For eternity. You wanted control over me, but now we're both trapped in this bond."

Daphne's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desperation. "No," she said, shaking her head. "This can't be happening. I didn't want this."

Harry took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening. "Well, it's happening, Daphne. We're bound together, and now we have to deal with the consequences."

The other girls watched in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of fear and disbelief. Pansy finally spoke, her voice filled with awe. "You really did it, Daphne. You've bound him to you, but now you're bound to him too."

Daphne's hands clenched into fists, her mind racing as she tried to process the implications of their bond. "This isn't over, Harry," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "I will find a way to control this bond. You're still mine."

Harry felt a surge of determination as he met her gaze. "We'll see about that, Daphne. We'll see."

The tension in the air was palpable, the balance of power shifting as the reality of their bond became clear. Harry knew he had to find a way to reclaim his freedom, but for now, he had managed to turn the tables on Daphne, if only for a moment.

Harry looked intently at Daphne, his mind racing with the implications of their newfound bond. "Can you feel anything in your body? Anything different at all?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of hope.

Daphne raised an eyebrow, humouring him as she began to focus on her own magic. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the familiar hum of power coursing through her veins. To her surprise, there was something distinctly different—an intensity she had never experienced before. "I can feel it," she admitted, her voice thoughtful. "It's like my magic has expanded, intensified."

As she relished the sensation, a realization struck her. "Harry, you might be right. I am the Mistress of Death now." Her heart raced as she considered the implications of his words. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wand—a pure white version, an exact copy of Harry's Elder Wand. Holding it in her hand, she marvelled at its beauty, feeling the power radiate from it.

"I can feel it," she said, her voice filled with awe. "The Elder Wand, the Hallows... they're all connected to me now." She reached deep into her pocket and felt the familiar weight of the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone. "I have my own Cloak and Stone," she realized, her heart racing at the thought. "I'm immortal now."

Harry watched her, a mix of dread and fascination swirling within him. "So, you really are immortal," he said quietly. "And our souls are bound together for eternity."

Daphne's expression shifted as the reality of their situation sank in. She felt a rush of power and fear, the weight of their bond heavy on her shoulders. "This changes everything," she said, her voice firm. "I can't let you go now, Harry. We're bound by this life debt, and I won't lose my chance to control it."

Harry swallowed hard, the implications of her words settling in. "I'm still bound to you, Daphne, so I still have to do what you say. The life debt..."

Daphne's eyes glinted with a mix of triumph and determination. "Yes, you do. But this isn't just about control anymore. This is about power—our power. Together, we can be unstoppable."

Harry felt a surge of anger. "I never wanted this, Daphne. I didn't ask for any of it."

Daphne stepped closer, her expression softening for a moment. "Neither did I, Harry. But we can't change what's happened. We have to embrace it."

The tension in the air was palpable, the balance of power shifting as they both grappled with their new reality. Harry knew he had to find a way to reclaim his freedom, but for now, he was trapped in a bond he never wanted.

Daphne took a deep breath, her mind racing as she considered her next move. "We need to figure out how to harness this power together," she said, her voice steady. "You may not want this, but we can make it work. We can be more than just master and servant."

Harry felt a mix of emotions swirl within him—anger, fear, and an unexpected flicker of hope. "I won't be your pawn, Daphne," he said, his voice firm. "But I'll find a way to make this work on my terms."

Daphne's lips curled into a smile, a mix of amusement and challenge. "Then let's see what we can accomplish together, Harry. But remember, you're still mine. And I won't let you forget it."

Harry's voice was filled with defiance and anger as he faced Daphne. "Well, now that we are stuck together forever and this whole thing is your fault, what now, Mistress of Death? What are you going to do with this new immortality? Are you going to make me sleep on the couch forever? Are you going to let me have some freedom and be independent, or do you seriously think you can enslave me for the next thousand years? What's it going to be, oh Mistress of Death? And fuck you, I am not working with you. I refuse. Go fuck yourself, Daphne."

Daphne's eyes narrowed, her expression hardening as she processed his words. The other girls watched in stunned silence, their eyes darting between Harry and Daphne, waiting for her response.

Daphne took a deep breath, her voice cold and calculated. "You think you can just talk to me like that, Harry? You think you can defy me and walk away unscathed?" She stepped closer, her gaze locking onto his. "You're mine now, and you will obey me."

Harry felt a surge of anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "I won't be your pawn, Daphne. I won't let you control me."

Daphne's smile was icy, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Oh, but you will, Harry. You see, you're bound to me, and I can make your life a living hell if you defy me. You think you can resist? You think you can find freedom? You're mistaken."

She took another step closer, her voice a whisper that felt like ice against his skin. "You will sleep where I tell you to sleep. You will do what I tell you to do. And if you defy me, I will make sure you regret it."

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to back down. "You can't control me forever, Daphne. I'll find a way to break free."

Daphne's smile widened, a mix of amusement and menace. "Oh, Harry, you really don't understand, do you? You're bound to me for eternity. There is no escape. But I'll give you a choice. You can either accept your place and work with me, or you can continue to defy me and suffer the consequences."

The other girls watched in silence, their expressions a mix of awe and fear. Pansy finally spoke, her voice trembling. "Daphne, what are you going to do?"

Daphne turned to her friends, her voice firm and unyielding. "I'm going to make sure Harry understands his place. He will obey me, and he will learn to accept his fate."

Harry felt a wave of despair wash over him, but he knew he had to keep fighting. "I won't give up, Daphne. I'll find a way to reclaim my freedom."

Daphne's eyes flashed with anger, but she held her ground. "We'll see about that, Harry. We'll see."

Harry's voice was filled with defiance and anger as he faced Daphne, his eyes blazing with determination. "No, Daphne, I won't work with you. Fuck you. We aren't partners; I'm a hostage for all eternity. I'm going to build that cabin in the woods and live there for a few years and chop wood. We may be married for all eternity, but that doesn't mean I have to live with you. Fuck you, Daphne. Maybe in a century or two, I might forgive you. Until then, fuck you. Goodbye for now."

With that, Harry turned on his heel and began to walk away, his steps resolute. The other girls watched in stunned silence, their eyes darting between Harry and Daphne, waiting for her reaction.

Daphne's eyes narrowed, her expression hardening as she watched Harry's retreating figure. The weight of her new powers as the Mistress of Death settled heavily on her shoulders, and she knew she had to make some decisions. "You think you can just walk away from me, Harry?" she called after him, her voice cold and commanding. "You think you can escape your fate?"

Harry didn't stop, his determination unwavering. "I won't be your pawn, Daphne. I'm reclaiming my life, whether you like it or not."

Daphne's eyes flashed with anger, but she held her ground. She took a deep breath, feeling the power of the Mistress of Death surge within her. "You may try to run, Harry, but you can't escape me. Our souls are bound together, and I will always find you."

She raised her wand, feeling the connection between them pulse with energy. "You want to live in the woods? Fine. But know this: you will never be free from me. I will always know where you are, and I can reach you whenever I choose."

The other girls watched in awe as Daphne's powers manifested, their expressions a mix of fear and admiration. Pansy finally spoke, her voice trembling. "Daphne, what are you going to do?"

Daphne's eyes gleamed with determination. "I'm going to make sure Harry understands that he can't escape his fate. He may run, but he will always be mine." She focused on the bond between them, feeling the power of the Mistress of Death intertwine with Harry's magic. "You think you can live in isolation, Harry? You think you can hide from me? You're wrong."

Harry continued to walk, his heart heavy with the weight of their bond. He knew he had to find a way to reclaim his freedom, but for now, he was determined to carve out a life for himself, away from Daphne's control.

Daphne watched him go, her mind racing with the possibilities of her new powers. She knew she had to balance her desire for control with the reality of their bond. "You may run, Harry," she whispered to herself, "but you can't hide. We are bound together, and I will always be a part of your life."

As Harry activated the portkey, he felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with fear. "Goodbye forever, Greengrass! I'm going where you can't reach me!" he shouted defiantly. But just as the magic enveloped him, he felt a sudden, furious grip on his arm.

Daphne, enraged by his escape, had grabbed him just in time, and together they were whisked away in a blinding flash of light. The portkey sputtered and crackled, the magic destabilizing as they travelled to a destination neither of them had planned for.

In an instant, they found themselves in an entirely new world. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant sounds of wildlife. They landed with a thud in a dense thicket near the town of Warden in Stirland, the world of Warhammer Fantasy.

Unconscious from the abruptness of their arrival, they lay still in the underbrush, completely unaware of their surroundings.

After some time, Harry slowly regained consciousness, blinking against the bright light filtering through the leaves above. He groaned as he pushed himself up, feeling disoriented. As he looked around, his heart sank when he saw Daphne lying next to him.

"Great," he muttered under his breath, "the bitch is here with me too."

He shook her shoulder gently, trying to rouse her. "Daphne, wake up. We need to figure out where we are."

Daphne stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked a few times, confusion washing over her face as she took in their surroundings. "What... where are we?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

Harry stood up, brushing dirt off his clothes. "I don't know. I thought I was escaping to a cabin in the woods, but apparently, we ended up in some fantasy nightmare."

Daphne pushed herself up to a sitting position, her expression shifting from confusion to irritation. "You did this, Potter. You messed up the portkey, and now we're stuck here together."

Harry threw his hands up in frustration. "I didn't plan for this! You grabbed me at the last second! Now we have to figure out how to get back."

Daphne looked around, her eyes narrowing as she tried to assess their situation. "Well, we're clearly not in Hogwarts anymore," she said, her voice laced with annoyance. "We need to find out where we are and how to get back."

As they both stood in the underbrush, the sounds of the forest surrounded them—birds chirping, leaves rustling, and the distant sound of water flowing. The atmosphere felt different, almost charged with an energy they couldn't quite place.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "Let's find some civilization. Maybe someone can help us figure this out."

Daphne nodded, her expression serious. "Fine. But you better not screw this up again, Potter."

As they began to move cautiously through the thicket, Harry couldn't shake the feeling of unease. They were in a strange world, and the bond that tied them together felt more like a curse than ever