Secret of the Male Veela

Rating: M for swearing, violence and death.

Posted: 5/19/2006
Betas: Yogert, Lord Sivart

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Chapter 13: Fury of the Veela (Part I)

“‘arry.” Fleur’s eyes glazed over. In an instant, the Alpha bond flooded her mind and heart with unimaginable pain and sorrow. The part veela instinctively rolled to the side, narrowly missing her veela lover’s downward plunging short sword.

The Delacour girl stared at the scene wide eyed. Then, the dam broke, as the full fury and anger of the male veela was channeled into his Alpha. Her form instantly morphed from that of a beautiful part veela human to a vengeful avian demoness.

“Argh!” With a surge of inhuman strength and lightning fast reflexes, Fleur backhanded her lover turned would be assassin across the face, drawing blood and snapping her neck and torso around. Then, the possessed part veela released a gigantic fireball at the other veela’s naked unprotected back. Caught completely off guard, the other girl had only a moment to feel the sting of being slugged before she felt her flesh being burned off her back. The veela howled in pain as 3rd degree burns instantly ran across her naked pristine skin.

She was battered and maimed, but hardly defeated. Fleur had to veer wildly to avoid a retaliatory fireball. Across the battered room, two naked blonde veela traded fireballs, fighting the catfight of all catfights.

Finally, a stray shot clipped Fleur’s arm, leaving a burn mark and forcing her back. As Fleur tripped over her own discarded pile of clothes, she looked up to see her opponent bounce off the bed and towards her with the sword short held at an arm’s length.

Harry’s Alpha’s eyes flashed with deep righteous anger. She fingered the wand lying on the ground and brought it to bear just as her enemy’s sharp sword arced towards her.

No! She refused to believe this was how it would end. Summoning forth strength which she didn’t know she had, Fleur’s lips uttered a spell she heard before but was never able to cast. Into that one spell, she focused all her rage and energy the bond with Harry was feeding her.

“Intercido!” The other veela didn’t have a prayer’s chance to dodge at this close of a range. The beam of light slammed into her, right between the bosoms.

For one single moment, the charging veela was suspended in mid air, her pristine young face contorted into a humorous look of surprise. Then the moment was gone and the look changed to one of horror and then pain as the spell shredded her upper chest. Blood and flesh splashed across the white beddings and linens and Fleur’s pale skin. The knock back force of the spell was so strong that the charging veela was hurled straight out the window. The part veela had a look of utter astonishment as her enemy plunged to a harrowing death.

A blood mired Fleur stood dazed moments later bathing in surrealism. The slaughter had taken a matter of seconds; seconds for her, the floor and the bed to be painted in the red blood of her late lover. She ran a hand through her luscious blonde - now red-blonde - mane only to pull off chunks of veela flesh.

Fleur felt like she was going to be sick. But before she could puke waves of pain and anxiety rolled over her. The veela clutched a hand over her heart.

“‘arry! Regine!” Fleur’s pain laced blue eyes widened with horror.

‘No… please no…!’ Fear for the safety of her loved ones quickly overpowered the girl’s personal emotional turmoil. Steeling herself, Fleur quickly wiped herself clean and conjured a fresh set of robes on her body.

Clutching her wand tightly against her, the part veela flew out of the room. As much as she wanted to rush to her master’s aid, the part veela instinctively knew that she stood no chance if all seven of the veela had been part of this. She needed to free her friend first.

Turning to the room where she had seen Regine being pulled into, Fleur leveled her wand.

“Maximus Reducto!”

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Rescuing Regine had been a simple matter. The veela assigned to the human girl had been so intent on preparing the coup de grace blow that Fleur managed to take her by complete surprise. Of course, getting Regine out was another matter. After leaving the would-be-assassin temporarily indisposed on the ground, Fleur had to drag her half naked and dazed friend out the door. It wasn’t until mentioning that they still had to “save ‘arry” that Fleur managed to pull her friend out of wonderland.

“Is this it?” Asked a gasping Regine, stopping before a doorway with two oversized oak doors.

Fleur nodded solemnly. She could feel Harry’s desperate struggles waning behind the closed doors. On a silent count of three, the two girls blasted the door open and charged into the room. What they saw made their blood boil.

Harry Potter, their beloved mate, laid writhing in agony struggling against his five agitated captors. Blood, black blood, which clearly belonged to him, splattered everywhere. His girls were appalled by the ghastly imagery that portrayed their lord and master lying like some hapless prey waiting to be butchered by the bird predators gathered around him.

“Intercido!”

“Crucio!” Understandably, several veela leapt away from the two curses. But at the same time, they relinquished the magic pressure they were exerting on the struggling male veela. The five veela were still recovering from the powerful magical blowback Harry had unleashed moments earlier. When the girls burst in, this distraction provided the male veela with the chance to make his escape.

“No!” Cried the Comtesse. Too late.

Using his newly freed arm, Harry flung a bolt of raw magic at his closest target. The wide-eyed veela caught the magic burst straight in chest and was slammed into a wall ten feet away. With a groan of pain, she slumped deposited unceremoniously to the ground.

The remaining veela immediately retaliated with a volley of petrifying curses, but Harry was quicker. Injured as he was, the young man managed to roll himself off the bed. Harry wand flew into his outstretched hand as he crawled away. Handy little thing wandless magic was. Shame that he wasn’t yet experienced enough to do the more complex spells. The veela adjusted and fired again.

‘Oh no, you don’t.’ Even in his dilapidated condition, the male veela was strong enough to conjure a gigantic slab of frozen ice, which absorbed all four spells. Then in rapid succession, Harry cast a powerful slicing curse and an exploder, right at the slab of ice. The frozen ice block exploded into a shower of sharpeners. In that same instant, Harry used a wind current to direct the bulk of the sharpeners away from him… and towards his tormentors. Shrieks and blood filled the air as the nude veela were set upon by a hail of ice missiles.

Amidst the chaos, Fleur and Regine pulled their battered mate out of the room.

“‘arry! Vat ‘av they done to you?”

Harry only groaned in response. He most certainly didn’t need to be told he looked like shit. Ignoring his girls’ looks of horrified revulsion, Harry pulled Lavender’s dagger out of his abdomen. It was unbelievably painful. At least with the cruciatus curse one could rationalize that the pain wasn’t real. Here, Harry could literally feel his own blood, his own essence oozing out of his gaping wound on the floor.

The girls gently lowered him onto the cold marble floor. Regine conjured him some clothing while Fleur performed some complex healing charm to seal off his wound. It wasn’t enough.

“Stay with us, Harry, please!”

Harry tried to focus on Regine’s voice but was too dizzy to do so. For a moment, the young man thought for sure that he was going to kick the bucket. Having survived all those attempts by Voldemort to off him, including the latest stint at his late night rebirth party, having cut loose from Dumbledore, he, Harry Potter, was going to die…here in France, after sampling hot wild sex with some indigenous beauties.

Doesn’t life just suck?

The entire affair seemed so acrimoniously stupid that … well, Harry barked out in laughter. His girls pulled away in shock, thinking that surely their love had gone insane.

“Oh… that bloody Lavender. If only I could get my hands on her bloody scrawny neck…” Harry moaned.

‘Wait a second!’ Harry turned towards his girls, watching as their tears dripped from their anguish suffused faces.

‘I feel fine again!’ Indeed, the feeling of drowsiness was gone. Harry felt the looming cold embrace of Hades leaving him and replaced with warmth and love flooding his body from across the bond he shared with the girls; their very presence seemed to heal him. It was just as Thanatos had said; a male veela could draw upon the strength and energy of his bonded mates. Harry just didn’t expect it to be so literal.

“Girls. I’m ok!” Fleur and Regine watched with astonishment as their Harry miraculously rose from between the jaws of death. With twin squeals of joy, the two blondes assaulted Harry with hugs and kisses.

A volley of curses soared overhead, reducing the walls around them to splinters.

“Shit. Go for the main entrance. GO!” The girls wanted to rebel, but Harry’s commanding gaze brooked no protest. The girls gave their mate one last loving embrace before high tailing down the hallway. Harry turned towards the five bloodied, but dressed veela charging at him and pointed his wand at the ceiling above the door way.

“Maximus Reducto! Explodora! Pyro Destructum!”

The entire building shook as if under the effect of a magnitude 7 earthquake. Gigantic boulders of stone and marble tumbled from the ceiling covering the doorway that separated Harry from his assaulters. Harry stayed just long enough to see the veela set up shield charms and back away from the rain of broken concrete.

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“Harry!” A human blonde missile grabbed Harry into a bear hug as he sprinted into the large atrium-like chamber. The ceiling was at least eighty feet high and supported by giant pillars on all sides. The gigantic doors leading to freedom stood at one end.

“Regine, why haven’t you left? We need to escape this place.”

“Ve would ‘av if ve could.” Answered Fleur solemnly. Harry released half a dozen blasting and exploding curses at the obstinate timber. Other than a couple of deep scorch marks, there was no effect.

“Shit. Bloody wards. We don’t have the time to take them down.”

“We need to get out through one of the side rooms.” Suggested Regine, but they had no time to try that out. The side doors slammed shut with advanced magic before the group took even two steps. Harry and his girls had their backs to the door as several forms appeared at the other end of the chamber. Six veela, decked out in collections of tight, form fitting battle tunics stood arrayed against them.

‘Bloody hell.’

“I suggest that you and your girls stand down, my lord.” Commanded the Comtesse de Noire.

“Leave us alone, you disgusting whore! I dropped one of yourz out the window momentz ago.” Commanded Fleur in what sounded like an intimidating voice.

Regine gaped at her friend. Harry blinked in surprise. Fleur, the pretty dainty French high-class flower, just killed someone? And admitted to the deed with a straight face? Clearly this particular girl did not appreciate being the target of an assassination attempt and having her lover stolen. On the other hand, the revelation that this untrained quarter veela took down one of their numbers seemed equally shocking. All the veela suddenly seemed just slightly less confident… all except the comtesse that is.

Harry easily sensed the storm of emotions raging beneath Fleur calm exterior. And based on how that sinister veela comtesse was smirking, he wasn’t the only one.

“You got lucky, little girl.” Commented the comtesse with ease. “We still outnumber you 2 to 1 and you know I can beat you and your friend. Do you expect your mate to defeat my remaining five unassisted?”

“You should have taken care of Sabine when you had the chance. It would have evened the odds a bit more in your favor.” The comtesse stated calmly while glaring at the veela whom Fleur managed to surprise. “… perhaps not much but at least it would have been something.”

The comtesse clearly held the girl personally responsible for allowing herself to be caught off guard. The half-blood veela named Sabine squared her jaw, but otherwise did not react to this brutal verbal attack.

Harry’s girls were less controlled in displaying their emotions. Fleur flushed red with anger and horror while Regine was appalled by the callousness of the veela’s commander’s words. Harry himself was at a loss for words. So instead, he chose to act, by dropping into one of the most imposing and intimidating combat stances Thanatos talked about. Whatever reaction he was expecting, laughter was not one of them.

Blanche de Noire gave a command in French and in one single fluid motion, the six veela took up a pre-arranged combat formation: The Comtesse and Lavender at the front in a normal, defensive center position; the four other veela were arrayed half a step behind them with wands drawn in forward aggressive positions, much like a string of stalking tigresses.

“Thanatos is one of our most revered high lords. So you have his personal diary, how interesting…” Here the comtesse’s gaze bore into Fleur. “…but by no means is his knowledge unknown to us.”

‘Shit!’ That was the exact replica of one of the combat formations Thanatos talked about.

Harry recognized the message. His greatest asset in a fight, the knowledge Thanatos’s Diary held, was compromised. Whatever he learned from his predecessor, these veela most likely learned better and had the perfect counters.

But, wait, Harry had another asset: Voldemort’s extensive knowledge of the dark arts. That, he was willing to bet, was something they didn’t know.

‘They still won’t be enough.’ Harry realized he needed tactics as well. But Voldemort’s tactics were completely blasé if not none existent. Basically they were a combination of crushing the enemy with overwhelming magical force and deploying a numerically superior support force, neither of which Harry had. He needed to buy some time to improvise.

“You know about the male veela. You know nothing about me.”

“What you are defines who you are. And we know exactly what you are. We know exactly how your body works, how it receives signals, how it perceives dangers and how to deceive its sensors and alleviate its suspicions.”

On the one hand, Harry’s plan to waste time worked; on the other, the young male veela was unable to keep the horror of that revelation from showing, not entirely at least.

“It was us that created the sense of anger and mistrust between you and your Alpha. Well, rather your dear Lavender here did. She knew you best, how to nullify your veela charm while affecting you with hers.”

Harry bit back his retort, settling for a merciless glare at his classmate instead. Lavender’s eyes met his accusing emerald ones. Sorrow seemed to flash beneath their brown depth before being suppressed. Harry tightened his wand grip feeling his fingers dig into the skin on his palm. ‘So that’s the way it’s going to be.’

“And I assume you do not yet know how to control your veela induced lusts, much less our bonds. That is why you barely manage to keep us from taking you over using the bond.” Harry slammed another layer of mental shields on top of the post-coital bonds that was formed between him and the five traitorous veela. He cursed himself for not realizing that the veela bonds ran both ways.

Harry shuddered at the memory of what they did to him, when they tried to destroy his free will and imprison his soul. Thanatos’s dire warning that even bonded veela ‘can enslave you to fates worse than death’ flashed through his mind.

“You bitch.” Fleur and Regine felt themselves shiver at the complete lack of empathy in their lover’s words. But that was all he said as he closed up like a porcupine. But while Harry had moved beyond human emotions, his girls had not.

“Why?” Fleur crocked; desperation and hurt clear in her voice. How could her own people trick her, lie to her and even try to kill her like this? For a moment, several of the veela including Lavender seemed touched and unsure. But the moment quickly passed.

“Your human friend was collateral damage.” Adding insult to injury, Comtesse de Noire didn’t even bother to look at Regine when she spoke. But she did turn to address Fleur.

“You were his Alpha, which was unacceptable. We had to remove you.” The elder veela’s words cool and detached as if she was talking about some unpleasant chore as opposed to killing someone.

“Oh don’t look so surprised Ms. Delacour. How was it that you propositioned to your master, yourself? Did you ask him to mate with you or did you take a more aggressive route?”

The blonde girl’s bright blue eyes widened in realization. She recalled the way she attacked him with claws and fire, and with every intention of taking him by rape if necessary. For a brief moment, Fleur felt shame creep up her soul before she felt a light nudge through the bond. She turned to see Harry giving her the tiniest of headshakes. The part veela nodded in understanding. Now wasn’t the time for her to feel self-deprecation.

“We take what we want, what we feel we need and desire to have. It’s in the nature of the veela. It is also part of who we are and what we are. I’m surprised you didn’t recognize that but that’s understandable given who your mother was.”

“My muzzer?”

”… was one of us, one of the best in fact until she decided that she had enough. She quit, left our community and cut off all ties.” The smug smile dropped from Blanche’s face.

“You would have made a fine addition to our community but alas your mother clearly didn’t want you to know about your heritage.” Clearly in this case, Fleur’s ignorance of her species’ ways was not bliss.

“I told him to accept you. We would have left otherwise.” Shouted the furious and horrified Fleur. “This is how YOU repay us!”

Blanche couldn’t help but smile at the irony.

“Very well, then, I shall make the following proposition: We spare your girls’ lives, my lord, in exchange for your Alpha relinquishing her status to us.”

“Never! Over my dead body, salope!” Fleur jumped to answer, splattering in rage. It was the last straw for this part veela. She didn’t transform, but she did take on the image and force of a demonic bird bent on revenge. Her eyes flashed with anger and her wand was raised high above her.

“That’s not your choice to make.” Was the calm, cool retort.

The part veela swallowed her most unlady-like retort and turned to her master for guidance and support.

Harry, however, was caught between a rock and a hard place. He found plenty of spells he could use; dark and nasty ones. But he came up blank in terms of an effective strategy that would not only defeat the enemy but also protect his girls.

‘We could win but at what cost?’ Fleur, though being the weaker fighter, would be at least somewhat protected by the Alpha bond; Regine would not. And if Harry were to decide to stand down, Regine would walk away with nothing more than a bruised ego. She, of all of them, had the most to lose.

Of course, there was the possibility that the comtesse was lying which would make his current dilemma moot. But… what if it wasn’t. How would his Alpha feel if they won the fight at the cost of her friend’s death; a death that seemed very likely if they fight and equally unlikely if they don’t?

As if sensing his troubled thoughts, Regine interjected with a statement of her own: a very loud, clear and active statement. Catching Harry’s turbulent eyes, the beautiful girl gave him a significant look and then jumped beside her friend.

Now, that was loyalty.

Heads held high, chest puffed out, the two blonde lovelies presented a truly glorious and formidable sight to behold. Harry couldn’t help but smile and feel something akin to pride rising out of him. Win or lose, they at least stood together as one.

Harry took a moment to compose himself. Desperation had apparently fostered for him a daring plan. Since the veela were expecting him to use Thanatos’s tactics, then what if he logically decided to use the one plan the old veela specifically advised against? What if he decided to have no plan and improvise on the fly?

It would be suicidal, of course, but it could also provide him with the advantage of surprise. Harry Potter would charge into battle like a Gryffindor, but then hopefully terrorize the veela by fighting like the Dark Lord. After all, if there was one thing Voldemort knew how to do, it was terror. (The guy practically got off on that stuff)

“You should listen to ‘my’ Alpha, your ladyship.” Remarked Harry with set expressions. The male veela backed up his response by raising his wand in perfect imitation of a Soresu defensive stance. Wearing a half-silly, half sadistic grin, Harry used his other hand to make a mocking ‘come get some’ gesture.

Several of the veela tightened their grips on their wands. Comtesse de Noire allowed only the faintest trace of a twitch to appear on her face.

“So be it. But do remember that I will not be making this offer a second time.” The comtesse tilted her head at Harry’s girls while looking him straight in the eye.

The male veela growled at this blatant threatening gesture as the tip of his wand charged with magic.

And the battle was on.

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“Stupefy!” Harry’s aim was true as the spell impacted against his opponent. But to his surprise, the veela wasn’t blasted away. Instead she stumbled, caught herself before she tripped and fired a curse of her own back. Harry cursed mentally as he evaded the piercing spell.

‘Damn it!’ It was like these girls were immune to magic. Harry grunted as three curses smashed against his shield. The orange hexagonal shield buckled, flicking slightly but held. The young man mentally patted himself on the book. He was now very glad for having taken the time to master that mage level absorption shield just days ago.

‘At least the girls are safe.’ Harry thought wearily as he took note of Fleur and Regine, who kept their distance from the main battle while trying to help out. Even so, an occasional light curse did get through. He heard Regine’s yell of desperation followed by Fleur’s soul wrenching cry of pain. Harry turned to see a shivering Fleur lying on her side with her friend standing protectively in front of her.

The male veela felt his blood boil. He traced the attacker, raised his wand and …

“Crucio!”

The Unforgivable Curse caught a perpetrator of the act dead center in the chest. The veela instinctively cried out as she dropped to her knees and started convulsing in pain. But almost instantly she managed to stifle her scream. The male veela, his mind clouded with battle lust and fury, pushed more power into the curse. A malicious sneer was plated to his countenance as he watched the girl withering silently on the ground, flopping about like a fish on land.

Harry’s sense of cruel satisfaction didn’t last however. He dropped the curse as a cutter streaked across his face, having missed giving him a facelift by mere millimeters.

Three more powerful blasters forced Harry to retreat. Out of the corners of his eyes, he watched the veela he had targeted rise under her own power. She stood rather unsteadily at first, but seemed to have regained her groove within seconds. In less than a minute, she was back in the fight. Except for a very slight limp and the perspiration covering her body, she looked unscathed.

‘Bloody hell. She threw off my cruciatus like it was nothing!’ Harry noted with awe, but then he backtracked to the word after ‘my’ and his heart jumped.

‘My cruciatus…’ The cold unforgiving rage boiling inside of him gave away to something else; something foul, laced with disgust.

‘I cast an Unforgivable!’ But whatever other feelings Harry might have experienced, what ended up dominating his senses was pain; half a dozen cursed were gunning toward him while he was off in his own little world. He saw them far too late to avoid. Fortunately, he still had his absorption shield. Unfortunately it only held against the first four curses; the fifth one utterly obliterated it and the six one caught him squarely in the belly, propelling him backwards. Harry bounced off one of the massive pillars like a rag doll.

Whatever remorse, guilt or shame Harry might have felt were all subsequently crushed. The male veela in roared back to life with an obliteration blasting curse, which sent the veela scurrying.

‘What are they, playing games with me?!’ Something told Harry that if these flirty, gorgeous little vile succubi actually decided to go all out, he would be dead. But what the bloody fuck was he supposed to do when they could throw off a fully charged ‘crucio’? Painstakingly he maneuvered to acquire positions of strength before unleashing a variety of high levels curses, from bone shattering curses to neural-neutralizers and energy bombs. Nothing seemed to work or work as well as he wanted or needed them to work. And what’s even worse, veela were apparently immune to legillimency, which meant he had no way of predicating their attacks.

‘These girls aren’t human.’ Of course, that assessment wasn’t exactly ground breaking. They were veela after all. But Harry suspected that no one in the wizarding world public knew just how un-human these pretty blondes were.

“Conseco!” In anger with not a small touch of annoyance, Harry fired off a red curse at the petite form of one of the little minxes who was darting for his girls. He hadn’t expected much; maybe just distract her from attacking his lovers at most. After all, if all his other spells had almost no effect, what could a little cutting curse do?

Quite a lot apparently. The little cutting curse dug into the veela’s side, drawing forth blood and causing her to stumble.

‘That’s it!’

“Fleur! Regine! Use physical damagers!” Yelled Harry inarticulately, but his girls were smart and figured out the meaning. They fired off two slicing curses at the veela who was charging at them. She blocked one with a shield but was caught in the leg by the other. She tumbled to the ground with a shriek. A series of spells forced Harry and his girls into evasive maneuvers before they could finish her off.

But Harry knew now.

‘Of course!’ Harry slapped himself in the head for forgetting. Amongst the veela’s list of attributes was its body’s inherent resistance to pure magic. Thanatos had mentioned that with training a veela body’s magic resistance could be built up to be as powerful as that of a lesser dragon.

It just happened that Harry and his girls were used to fighting with magic based spells. Curses like cutters and slicers, however, weren’t purely magic based. They included a bit of creative transfiguration to form tiny sharp edges of air that were propelled forward by magic to literally cut the surface of targets. The nature of the battle became steadily more gruesome as Harry and his girls unleashed volleys of physical damagers, sending the veela ducking for cover. The veela retreated, momentarily of course, but Harry had no intention of giving them the opportunity to recover.

“Smoke, ladies!” His girls complied by firing what amounted to be smoke bombs into the enemy.

As for Harry; the male veela decided that he just about had it with these traitors

“Magnus Pyro Destructum!” Harry repeated the spell three times. Seconds later, the entire other side of the chamber seemingly exploded in a cataclysm of flame and stone. One of the spells impacted one of the pillars and obliterated the lower five feet of the huge support beam. The three or so meters of the beam above it subsequently cracked and crashed to the floor, kicking up a thick cloud of debris and smoke.

Harry leaned against a pillar nearby for support while panting with exhaustion. Damn, that took more out of him than he thought. He definitely needed more practice to build up his magical stamina.

“Did you get them?” Regine’s wary voice called out hopefully. Harry frowned.

‘Unlikely.’ Several jets of light coming out of the fog confirmed Harry’s suspicion. His girls immediately retaliated by shooting spells randomly into the smoke. But Harry remained waiting while lightly fingering the bloodied blade strapped to his side. He had kept it after pulling it from his body thinking that it might come in handy sometime.

That sometime came as a single figure stumbled out of the smoke.

Perfect.

Harry withdrew the short blade, laced it with the appropriate charms and held it in his left hand by the hilt.

“Intercido!”

As predicated, the veela immediately reacted to the spell by ducking to the side… right into the path of his second curse.

“Imperio!” While an AK would have sealed the deal, the killing curse was also god awfully slow. Harry needed a curse that was fast and would pass through most shields.

He then gave a flick from his left wrist, sending the blade to chase after his second curse. The Unforgivable passed cleanly through a moderately powerful but standard shielding charm, catching the surprised girl in the neck. Harry sneered as he felt the veela fought viciously and successfully against his control. It was his first try after all. The girl yelled into the air as she shook him off.

No matter, it was too late.

The flying blade had been augmented with a tracer and a propulsion charm so that it followed the trajectory of the impervious curse. The veela’s head snapped backwards as the first three inches of the weapon buried itself inside her pale slender neck.

So the weapon that the predators had intended for the imprisonment of their prey was wielded by said prey against the predators. As the saying goes ‘what goes around, comes around.’

The girl’s bloody gurgle was almost instantly cut off as her vocal chord was severed, along with most primary blood vessels in the jugular. She dropped to the ground with a dull thud; the wand in her hand rolling useless on the ground that was soon smeared with her life essence.

At the same time, one of the veela finally cast a fanning charm, clearing away the smoke that was obstructing to their vision. A hush silence descended as the five standing veela took in the sight of the unmoving body of their fallen comrade.

Harry’s girls were also momentarily stunned into silence. The sight of seeing a near human girl their age lying in a pool of her own blood was a frightening and jarring experience.

Harry, himself, was rocked by waves of unimaginable pain as he felt one of the connections linking him to his girls disappear. Only his unwillingness to look weak kept him from breaking down in tears as he felt a piece of his soul being ripped out.

“Give this up NOW, comtesse! We don’t have to keep fighting like this.” Harry somehow managed to ground the words out while holding a posture of intimidation.

“If you believe that, then you already lost.” Comtesse de Noire’s reply lacked the humor from before, but was still spoken in a disturbingly calm manner.

“That took quite a bit out of you didn’t it, my lord? Care to make a bet for surviving that a second time?”

Harry was unable to school his face into a neutral expression fast enough.

She wouldn’t DARE!!! Oh but she dared.

Blanche smiled in a serene, dark and freaky kind of way as she pointed her wand to the side, right at Gwen. At first, the girl blinked at the unexpected threatening gesture in surprise. But instead of challenging her sadistic superior, which was Harry’s feverish hope, the once lively girl kept her wand by her side and lowered her head in submission.

Harry rolled back in aghast, his breath catching in his throat. His girls were at first very confused, but gradually they caught on. They shared the bond with him after all and they must also sense even if they could not feel the gaping hole Harry had inside of him.

The sadistic bitch only smiled as she watched horror of realization dawned upon Fleur and Regine, who realized they weren’t the only ones bonded to the male veela. Four of the remaining five opposing veela were also magically bonded to Harry, who still reeling from the after shocks of having just one of those bonds severed. At this point, if another one was violently cut before Harry had a chance to recover…

Truly, the comtesse was beyond sick for even considering such a ghastly ‘plan’ (if it could be even called that). But at the same time, it was also an ingenious strategy as there wasn’t a single thing Harry or his girls could do to defend against it. So was the comtesse a maniac or a genius for thinking of such a thing? Or maybe she was a bit of both?

In any case, Blanche de Noire did not carry out the dastardly deed of offing her most trusted lieutenant. Lavender stepped forward, placing herself between the comtesse’s wand her and its target. She looked at Gwen, looked at the dead body lying on the ground, and then looked at Blanche. A silent agreement seemingly was reached as the comtesse lowered her wand, while Lavender raised hers, this time at Harry and his girls.

Harry felt a sense of dread spreading across his body. He knew in his heart of hearts that something was going to go wrong.

Lavender barked something out at the veela named Sabine. She had a short exchange with the comtesse before she turned to face Fleur, fixing the part veela with a cool glare.

“I suggest you defend yourself.” Comtesse de Noire then advised, in that annoying serene voice of hers.

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Translation:

Intercido – To cut asunder, to demolish, destroy
Salope – Whore
Conseco – To cut up