Secret of the Male Veela

Rating: WARNING, WARNING, WARNING!!! This chapter is rated M (capital and bold M) for swearing, allusions to sex and most importantly very EXTREME and very graphic depictions of violence.

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

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Chapter 14: Fury of the Veela (Part II)

The veela attack came very quickly.

Lavender and Sabine cut horizontally across the chamber before surging forward from opposing flanking positions. At the same time, under the cover of a steady barrage of curses from the stationary comtesse, Gwen and another veela grew gigantic sets of wings and took to the sky.

Harry recognized the tactic easily enough. The veela were going to corner them with their superior numbers in a coordinated attack from all sides. He was quite sure that he would not like results if they were allowed to succeed.

Harry motioned Fleur and Regine to aim for the runners as he gunned for the comtesse. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Sabine tumble on the ground after running right into a path triangulated blaster from Regine while trying to dodge Fleur’s pummeling curse. The implementation of the maneuver made Harry think that they had learned that tactic just moments ago from when he took down that first veela.

The male veela smiled, feeling himself exuding a glowing sense of pride at ‘his’ girls. Though he suspected that Sabine’s inability to raise a proper defense shield might have contributed to his girls’ success.

Harry turned to his own battle. He sliced his wand through the air forcefully with a swish sound, turning the comtesse’s angry blue spell back at her while unleashing one of his own. If that didn’t keep her distracted for a while, then the two medium level annihilation class curses that followed immediately after definitely did.

Without missing a beat, Harry switched target and began tunnel visioning the two high flying aerial veela just as they began a diving run. Knowing that their speed made it incredibly difficult to track, he settled for a simple, almost harmless, jinx which he could throw out in silence, in both hands and in quick succession. The idea was to distract rather than to hurt, and it worked perfectly. The two veela swerved about wildly causing the spells that were aimed at Harry’s girls to fly wide by at least a couple of feet. He followed with a pair of more powerful curses.

“Subseco! Subseco!”

Gwen folded her wings to allow the two curses to pass both sides of her. But her friend was not so nimble. The spells slammed into the frames supporting two of the wings, knocking out a pillow’s worth of feathers. The veela cried in pain as she immediately lost altitude and started swerving wildly to regain control. Gwen bailed from a planned counterattack to help her ally. Harry turned to the last member of the five-veela strike team… Lavender Brown.

Lavender Brown…fighting? Oh what a laughable concept. Heck, Harry would be laughing had it not been a life or death situation. Of all the students at Hogwarts, Harry thought Lavender was the one least likely to do something so ‘icky’ as fighting. Heck, she was the one least likely to do anything that wasn’t related to divination, gossip or boys.

Harry found it rather startling to connect this fiercely determined veela charging at his girls head on to that brainless gossiper from his year. It just didn’t make any sense…

“Reducto!”

“Conseco!” Harry thought Lavender had lost this round when Regine’s reducto curse instantly vaporized her shield. (Damn, that girl sure knew her spells and curses) The veela would have to back off, Harry reasoned… provided that she wanted to avoid Fleur’s cutting curse. But Lavender had no intention of halting her offense. She took the hit in the shoulder without batting an eye or slowing down.

Surprised but determined to hold their ground, Fleur and Regine immediately sent off a second volley consisting of two disarming spells. Now, the charging veela would ‘have’ to back away or risk being blasted off while losing her wand. She chose neither; Lavender voluntarily dropped her wand. The spells impacted her harmlessly as she continued onwards.

‘Oh…’ Harry had a really bad feeling about this.

Still sprinting, Lavender crossed her arms into the folds of her skirt and withdrew two shimmering daggers.

‘Shit!’ Harry’s wand swung forward, but it was already too late. Lavender was literally in front of Fleur before anyone could react.

The veela slashed upwards with both arms.

Harry watched in horrific slow motion as his Alpha screamed and fell backwards while sprouting a non-trivial quantity of blood from her chest.

“NOOOOO!”

Having drawn blood, the veela then wheeled towards her other target. But the French prefect had no intention of passively allowing herself to be gutted by this shorty. Stepping forward first, Regine successfully checked both of the veela’s wrists before they could bring the daggers to bear. But alas she forgot about the legs. Lavender kneed the taller girl…hard, sending Regine reeling in pain. A female might lack a male’s particular family jewel, but being kneed in the crotch was still being kneed in the crotch.

Without missing a beat, Lavender gave the daggers a light toss and caught both in a dual reverse grip, perfect for making a twin swipe at an enemy’s jugular. Sensing what was coming, Regine crossed her arms in front of her neck and face. Lavender slashed diagonally upwards drawing forth deep bloody gushes from Regine’s wrists.

Splattered blood covered both aggressor and defendant. The human girl howled in agony, rage, and disbelief as tears filled her eyes. The only way she could have possibly held back that blood-curdling scream was if her throat was slit, which was exactly what her attacker seemed intent to do. Lavender’s arms moved and the blades shimmered … for perhaps the last time. But Regine knew she didn’t have the strength to mount another defense in time.

“Duck!” The human blonde instantly dropped to the ground upon her master’s forceful command. A moderately powerful blasting curse shot over her, right into Lavender. But the veela was only thrown backwards rather than blasted into smithereens, which was the spell’s caster original intent.

‘Bloody hell!’ Harry thought in fury. The fucking bitch somehow cast a wandless shield charm.

“Diffindo!”

“Multiplicibus Reducto!” Taking the hint, a limping and wandless Lavender beat a hasty withdrawal while an enraged male veela plunged the areas around him into a complex network of mirages and dark hidden zones. Hopefully that would keep the veela occupied for a while.

“‘arry?” His Alpha’s hesitant call pulled Harry from wayward thoughts of vengeance. Keeping an eye on his surrounding, he kneeled down to check on his lover.

Harry felt his heart clinch shut as he took in the sight of his alpha; battered and bruised with two disgusting long deep taints that ran across her chest, scarring her otherwise flawless body.

‘Merlin… there’s so much blood.’ Fleur’s light blue blouse was dyed almost completely in deep red. Afraid to touch her body, Harry settled for lightly stroking her hair, trying to offer what little comfort he could. Fleur smiled reflectively, purring softly against his touch. The part veela opened her tortured blue eyes and opened her mouth as if trying to speak. But no words came out, only wheezing and gasps of pain, which ended up being a nasty coughing fit.

“It’s ok, Fleur. Don’t try to talk. It’s ok.” Harry assured her, while rubbing her arms in consolation. He tried to put up a brave front for his girl, but inside, inside the male veela was a mess. He wanted to cry; he wanted to rage; but most importantly he wanted to rip the fucking cunt that did this a new asshole, force-feed her the old one along with her eviscerated entrails!

A second groan made Harry turn to his other lover.

‘Damn it to hell!’ An equally beat up and battered Regine was laying two feet away, cradling her furiously bleeding wrists. Harry guessed that the girl would have passed out if it weren’t for her bond connection, which seemed to be acting like minimum life support system. Even so, she felt her life force flickering with uncertainty.

Misery, suffering, anger and guilt rolled into more misery, suffering, anger and guilt. Why the fuck was he so slow?! Why the bloody fuck didn’t he nail Lavender with a bloody fucking AK when she rode him like some cheap whore off of Knockturn Alley?

Harry winced as all of a sudden he felt Fleur gripping him tightly enough to draw pain. A warning signal. He looked up to see several streaks of light steaming forwards him and his downed girls.

The male veela growled. For a moment, in desperation he debated the crazy idea of giving himself up in exchange for Fleur and Regine’s lives. True, comtesse had promised no second chance, but Harry had been willing to beg on his knees. But he quickly killed the idea. He just knew that these lying, manipulative cunts would have little problem killing his girls in secret and calling it some unfortunate accidents.

“Proximus Protego! Pyro Destructum!” Three spells shattered harmlessly across his shield as Harry’s return fire sent jets of flame shooting into the air once more. Apparently the veela had regrouped and pierced his illusions. Harry knew he needed to get his girls back on their feet. There was no way he could fight off those five veela while trying to guard his lovers.

Harry quickly pulled the two girls behind a nearby pillar. Hopefully that would buy them some time. He winced while his girls cringed as spells impacted the marble support, ripping up a cloud of rubble.

‘Come on, just be alright, be alright, be alright…’ Whether he was actually calling upon some hidden technique of the male veela or was simply that desperate, Harry never found out, but he did know that his mantra like thoughts soon generated a roaring flame within his increasingly freezing heart. The fire was curiously gentle and soft as well as strong and forceful. It collected itself first in Harry and then spread its warming presence through the bonds and into the girls, who wrapped it around them like a security blanket.

Then the warmth was gone…

“Harry?!”

‘Sweet Merlin and Morgana!’ Harry almost cried in joy when Regine’s questioning blue eyes gazed into his green ones without any hint of pain or suffering. Her wrists, though horribly bloodied were clear of open wounds.

“Vat ‘appened?” Fleur asked in confusion. The part veela squealed when she realized she can speak without doubling over in coughs of blood. Harry laughed. Apparently, his girls drew upon his life force just like he drew on theirs from before. Amazing!

Unfortunately the trio had little time to celebrate. Harry pulled the girls closer to him as two blasting spells slammed into the pillar. Exchanging a look, the three sprung from cover, targeting the comtesse and the two flyers. All three targets were taken off guard and were either hit or forced to duck once more.

Harry watched from behind cover as one of the flying veela crashed into the ground. As much as he would rather finish one of two of them off (preferably without killing them due to the bond thing…yet), he had bigger worries. He snarled like a rabid animal as his eyes tracked Lavender closing in for another pass.

Merlin, the girl was a bloody piece of work. Though apparently not particularly powerful, the small veela more than made up for her lack of raw magical strength with unbelievable speed and a mastery of dueling techniques that was simply awe-inspiring. And the girl was a complete demon in close range hand-to-hand situations. With her around, Harry knew his girls would be sitting ducks to her non-magical attacks while he would be continuously deprived of being able to use his heavy hitting ranged curses.

Feelings aside, Harry knew Lavender just had to go down... and stay down, no matter the cost.

“Go get her, ‘arry. Ve’ll be fine.” Fleur encouraged rather unsubtly stroking the loins of her mate’s dark desires. It was rather strange and frankly more than a little creepy; hearing the normally cheery and smiling part veela speak with such malice. But then the target of her malice did try to eviscerate her. Harry nodded with set expression as he took off.

“LAVENDER!!!”

The veela in question didn’t even bat an eye at the sight of a furious male veela gunning after her. The slim girl flipped gracefully through the air, dodging Harry’s two shredders while returning with a cleaving curse. The Gryffindor boy twisted his body slightly, letting the curse fly over him while simultaneously firing off a blasting curse. He timed the curse for just when the first two spells he fired turned around and rocketed back at Lavender like boomerangs.

Perfect. Having counted on Lavender to dodge rather than to block, Harry had attached an auto-locking charm to his shedders. But his expression of guarded glee disappeared when Lavender leaped over his low sweeping blasting curse, pointed her wand behind her and conjured a large block of stone which absorbed both of his boomeranging curses.

Unbelievable. She didn’t even look back. ‘Which meant she knew? But how the bloody… damn…’ The shredders curses were red in color. The locking charms attached to their tails were violet. Lavender must have seen the discoloration of his shredders. Harry Potter felt decidedly ill at how good she must be. This was going to be tougher than he thought.

“Surely the defeater of Voldemort can do better.” Lavender laughed, causing a small bounce in her shoulder length mane of luminous white hair. Rather strange that none of the battling veela seemed encumbered by their long blonde hair, as if their manes naturally kept themselves from obstructing their visions.

“Was that supposed to impress me?” Probably yes... if things were different. Heck, before this whole mess, Harry was pretty smitten with this new Lavender; drop dead gorgeous, dynamite in bed, has a good head which she apparently uses, and a clearly very accomplished dueler. What more could he ask for?

‘How about not trying to enslave my soul and kill my other lovers.’

Alas, things were different. Now, he couldn’t help but think of her and her kind as anything but the disgusting little murdering tramps they were.

Fueled with anger, Harry attacked with an obliteration curse. In retrospect, it wasn’t a smart move. While fairly powerful and almost guaranteed to severely wound if not mortally wound or kill, the curse required a two word incantation and had a delay time and a speed that rivaled the killing curse. Needless to say, Lavender easily dodged the attack while launching an attack that Harry wasn’t quick enough to defend against; a running kick to the chest. Harry’s mage level magic absorption shield hovered uselessly around him as Lavender’s physical attack sent him sprawling across the floor.

The male veela bounced back to his feet with a vengeance. Harry narrowed his eyes at his opponent. He really should have known better than to think it would as simple as lobbing an overpowered blasting curse at her. No, this needed to be finessed, but he also didn’t have a whole lot of time. Harry knew his girls couldn’t hold out indefinitely against Comtesse de Noire, especially as she seemed to be holding back up until now.

Wiping a trace of blood off of his split lips, Harry recast his shield charm and charged straight for Lavender.

Minutes later, several more of Lavender’s physical attacks had connected against Harry, while none of her spells got through. The veela, seeing the futility of her magic spells versus the effectiveness of her martial abilities, had steadily shifted the weight of her offense to hand-to-hand attacks using spells as distractions.

This was exactly what Harry was hoping for. Now all he needed was the right moment to spring the trap.

“Stupefy!”

The spell burst apart harmlessly against Harry’s reinforced shield. Having expected this, Lavender surged forward at the same time, darting like a serpent as she aimed a powerful sideswipe kick at his kneecap. But she had been careless and had shifted the weight to her pivoting foot much too early. That mistake would cost her.

‘Bingo.’ Harry, who was watching Lavender like a hawk, saw the attack the instant before it happened. He raised his targeted leg and used the flat side of the tibia to deflect the brunt of the kick. Lavender’s brown orbs widened momentarily in surprise. But Harry did not give her the chance to recover. Extending his leg outwards, Harry instantly converted the defensive block into an offensive downward side kick. The physical block turned attack caught Lavender completely off guard as the girl lost her balance.

A beastly triumphant glean in his eyes, Harry exploded with action. His wand slashed furiously at almost point blank range, not once, not twice, but three times. Three times, dark spells screamed through the air; three times they cut into the petite girl’s body, shredding clothing and skin alike and spilling blood every which way.

Lavender crumbled to the ground, howling in agony. The sounds she made were like music to his ears. The male veela could not help but take some sadistic joy in his enemy’s pain, pain that was but a friction of the suffering she so righteously deserved after what she did, after what she tried to do. And a part of Harry, a non-trivial part of him definitely would have taken enormous pleasure in creating additional such symphonies.

“Was that better, Lav?” Taunted Harry to the prone figure on the ground. He didn’t get a response from the girl on the ground, but he did get one from another girl in the form of a curse.

Harry threw himself violently to the side, narrowly dodging the jet of blue light. He threw up a shield but in the next moment a curse ripped it apart, sending him tumbling backwards.

‘I thought they wanted me alive.’ Harry thought dryly as he picked himself up. He turned to his attacker. It was Sabine, the veela that Comtesse de Noire chewed out earlier and was apparently Lavender’s backup. She was currently providing cover fire in front while Lavender slowly crawled away.

Curious, based on her performance, Harry hadn’t tabbed her as someone who would know, much less cast, an annihilation class curse.

‘So they do know some nasty curses, but just chose to fight with lighter and less strenuous spells.’ Makes sense. The heavier curses could be extremely draining. Sabine was already panting visibly but seemed intent on keeping him away from Lavender no matter the cost. Harry decided to conduct a little test.

“Conseco!”

The curse was aimed not at Sabine, but rather at Lavender. Sabine interceded immediately with her body while casting a shield charm. The spell wasn’t all that powerful but was apparently enough to shatter her shield.

Ah-ha. Shields clearly weren’t this girl’s forte.

A dirty, underhanded and ruthless idea quickly frittered across Harry’s mind. It was definitely not a gentlemanly plan, but then these veela haven’t exactly been acting like ladies.

Harry rolled out of the way as an exploder shot over him.

Nope. Completely unlady-like.

Harry felt adrenaline rushing through his body as he prepped the curse. If this veela was so eager to play in the big league, then he would most certainly willing to oblige. After all, he had at his disposal the dark lore of Lord Voldemort, arguably one of the most powerful contemporary wizards.

“Universus Totalus Destructum!” Harry cried as he took on twisted smile that just seemed to scream ‘let’s see you get out of that one’.

The entire room quaked as the giant purple curse rocketed through the air. Sabine took one look at the approaching spell, tossed on the strongest shield (which wasn’t much) she knew and threw her body over Lavender.

How very noble and selfless… how ultimately useless.

Harry turned his face away as the explosion kicked up a storm of discolored debris. He turned to see a red liquid oozed around the shattered and broken ground forming rivers of blood. The old Harry or any normal fourteen-year-old human most certainly would have been horrified by the sight, but the current male veela couldn’t care less.

In fact, he felt an almost pleasing sense of satisfaction for having exacted just punishment for those who committed an unforgivable wrong. With a dark smile, Harry shifted his attention on other pressing matters.

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Flushed from his victory, Harry was feeling rather optimistic as he turned his attention towards his girls.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Oh shit. There goes that optimism.

Harry turned just in time to see an airborne Gwen firing the trademark green light of death.

“NOOOO!!”

Harry’s expression of horror was mirrored on Regine’s face as she turned towards the oncoming green light of death. Harry wanted to scream and rage as he saw the French girl freeze like some broken doll resigning herself to her fate. Luckily for them, however, Fleur was not so complacent. The part-veela roughly yanked her friend away by tugging at the bottom of her long blonde hair. A stunned Regine watched the curse miss her by a matter of inches.

When Gwen and the other veela came around for another pass, Harry acted.

“Maximus Reducto!” The curse smashed into the upper portion of one of the pillars near the two flying veela. Gwen had to perform some erratic aerial aerobic maneuvers to dodge several giant slabs of stone. Her fellow flyer, however, was not so fortunate.

One of the larger pieces of broken rocks dropped on top of the bird girl, which hurtled her toward the ground at a frightening speed. She impacted the ground with a disgusting crunch sound. Harry really wondered how anyone could have survived falling face first from such a height in such a manner.

And then there were two enemy veela left. But even that was perhaps two too many.

Fleur elicited a startled cry as she crumbled to the ground, having taken a curse in the head. Harry turned just in time to see Gwen gain altitude after her flyby. The bond link between master and alpha wavered but held strong.

‘She’ll live.’ Harry took comfort in that thought even as a searing hate tore through his veins. It took all of his will power to suppress his instinct to pelt the lecherous bitch with spells. Gwen was, after all, a talented flyer if her previous aerial acrobatic skills were anything to go by.

Harry’s mind wandered to the earlier battle with Lavender and to when the petite girl managed to penetrate even his most potent shields with physical attacks.

Ah-ha. Harry found the perfect strike plan. Swiftly, he built the components of his attack spell. He had one shot and he needed to time it just right.

Vigilantly, the male veela tracked his prey’s movement via tunnel vision. And to think he was taken in by the bubbly girl’s charm. Briefly he wondered if all those things she said about her family and her smart and wonderful kid sister was just crap used to bait him.

Not like it’ll matter after this.

Harry watched as the veela slowed down as she neared the peak of her ascent and prepared to come around for another pass. Groaning with effort, Harry let his attack loose. What appeared to be a massive ball of molten fire screamed toward Gwen just as she began her turn.

The veela braked in mid air and slammed on the strongest elemental shield she knew. Gwen’s look of concentration turned to confusion. The flaming fireball harmlessly dissipated against his shield like it was an illusion… revealing the blackened form of a spiked projectile no less than two feet long. The projectile penetrated through her magic shield as if it wasn’t even there. It continued onwards, sliding into the veela’s delicate torso like a knife through hot butter before erupting on the other end at the junction linking the frames of her wings to her spinal column.

Gwen’s brief expression of horror turned into a visage of unimaginable pain as the metal spike cracked the critical spinal bones on which her flying appendages were attached to. Alas, no matter how good a flyer she was, there was only so much she could do when she no longer even had her wings.

The veela plummeted to the ground, leaving a trail of bloodied feathers and pieces of broken wing frames floating behind her. She didn’t so much as give a twitch after slamming into the hard marble floor.

But why take the chance? Regine certainly wasn’t going to.

The human girl nailed the downed veela with a blaster for good measure, sending Gwen’s prone body sprawling twenty feet away.

Harry and his girls turned their attention to their last standing opponent. Comtesse Blanche de Noire literally blanched. Clearly, standing alone against the male veela and his two bonded wasn’t the result she counted on.

Seeing movement in some rubble, the comtesse maneuvered over to see a mortally wounded veela crawling on her hands and knees. It was Gwen’s wing partner and second flying veela, which Harry downed earlier. The elder veela looked down at her subordinate with distain, bordering on disgust.

“You lost. It iz over!” Fleur called out. De Noire whirled to look at her.

For perhaps the first time, the aristocratic comtesse allowed some expressive emotion to cross her face. The result wasn’t pretty. The elegant pure veela’s face was twisted in a rancid expression of unadulterated hate.

“For you!” Was the comtesse’s retort as she produced a second wand, twirled it expertly in her left hand before bringing it in a parallel position to her first wand.

Harry snorted. Very well. If it was a beating she wanted… then he was all too happy to oblige. It would be interesting to see how the all mighty veela comtesse handled it when the odds were stacked against her.

The comtesse, however, had no intention of allowing the odds to remain stacked against her. She rotated her arms, pointing her wands at the veela lying at her feet.

A horrific light entered Harry’s eyes. ‘Bloody hell!’

Twin bolts of magic erupted from de Noire’s wands and impacted her defenseless target at point blank range. The veela gasped once before slumping forward… dead.

In that instant, Harry’s world exploded as that veela’s bond with him was violently broken. His head snapped back as let loose a roaring scream that turned into a gurgle as blood welled in his mouth. He felt his neural receptors being pushed into overdrive as pain surpassing one of Voldemort’s crucio kicked all over his body.

Gravity dropped Harry Potter to his knees before falling over; his phoenix cored wand bounced on the ground twice before rolling to a stop beside him. Through his hazy vision, he saw a frantically yelling Fleur running to him…

… And he saw her being dropped by a curse from left field.

‘No.’

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Given the circumstances, Fleur really couldn’t be faulted for reacting the way she did. Her lover was shot. What else was she supposed to have done? But doing what she did cost her.

Fleur didn’t even see the curse that slammed her in the right shoulder, dropping her to the ground. Her wand fell out her hands as numbing pain shot through her right shoulder and into her arm and wrist.

“Fleur!” Regine jumped forward to push her friend out of the path of the comtesse’s second curse, but herself in harm’s way.

The Beauxbatons prefect shrieked as her right arm, the same one that was hit earlier by Fleur’s friendly bone crusher, disintegrated in a shower of blood. Spots of white showed places where the bone was visible while pieces of flesh dangled off of the skin. Regine doubled over, clutching her ruined arm as she flopped on the ground in pain.

It was both amazing and appalling that the young girl didn’t instantly go into shock. A human being just wasn’t designed to tolerate such a massive overload of the senses. But somehow she remained conscious even as her neural pain receptors were overloaded twice over.

After enduring nearly unbearable torment for what seemed like eons, the pain finally dulled enough for Regine to regain control of her senses. Fleur had recognized the comtesse’s spell as a flesh shredding curse, an incalculably diabolic curse which literally tore the skin off of unprotected targets so they would bleed to death. Acting quickly, she first applied a clogging charm at the base of Regine’s arm and then repaired the damaged skin with an advanced healing charm with magic borrowed from Harry. As the shredding curse did little structural damage to the veins and arteries under the skin, once Fleur removed the clog, blood quickly resumed flowing through Regine’s limb. While her hand would be useless for immediate combat, it did stop hurting like hell.

All this took the aspiring healer less than two seconds. Quite amazing. But before Regine could thank her savior, Fleur was thrown into the air by another curse. Regine watched numbly as a second curse caught her childhood friend in mid air. Fleur landed some twenty feet away and did not move again.

Regine turned to see Comtesse de Noire smiling a very satisfied smile. After all, she had just single handedly downed all three of her opponents in less than a minute. True, her tactics were quite brutal and ruthless, but they worked didn’t they? So why shouldn’t she be satisfied?

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Alas, the comtesse should have made sure that her opponents were truly down for the count.

The sight of his Alpha hitting the ground had reinvigorated the male veela’s fiery will to fight. Wand in hand, he rose unsteadily to his feet once more. Taking cold comfort in the fact that Fleur was still alive, Harry blasted off curse after curse at the treacherous comtesse.

The comtesse was impressed to be sure, but didn’t seem too surprised. Calmly she dodged’ parried and blocked, sending two of her own curses rocketing back at Harry. One was blocked but the other struck him in the side. Harry ignored the pain and livid bruise as he took two steps and fired again.

On and on it went. The chamber rocked and quaked under the force of the two fighters’ curses while pillars exploded showering tons of marble stone every which way. Harry fought with demonic fortitude and ferocity. The prospect of defeat, which would mean his girls and slavery for himself, drove him onwards. But it didn’t seem to matter. Harry’s physical body was slowly giving out, his mind becoming more and more clouded. Having exhausted his intelligence and resources in the previous fights, the young wizard could now do little more than lob blasting curses at his enemy hoping that one would hit. But the comtesse easily twisted out of the way.

Now it suddenly made a whole lot more sense why the comtesse had kept herself scarce until now. The scheming veela was conserving her strength while everyone else wasted themselves. Bloody hell, how much of this had she planned out, up to and including the defeat of her own party? Most likely quite a bit considering she didn’t so much as blink when offing one of her own.

“Novacula Telus!”

Harry knew he didn’t have the energy to raise a shield in time so he tried dodging. Almost but no cigar. The wizard looked down to see a deep gush running across his chest. Merlin, it hurt like hell. The comtesse definitely wasn’t one to play nice. Figures. Harry bit his tongue until he felt the metallic taste of blood hit his taste buds. No matter what, he was not going to give his enemy the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

Harry pushed himself onwards one last time, firing a volley of cutting and slashing curses, along with several wandless jinxes. He really doubted he could fight like this for even one more minute.

Was this the end?

Definitely not. As Comtesse de Noire charged up her magic shield, a blue jet of light roughly perpendicular to Harry’s spell’s trajectory struck her in the side causing her shield to drop. The countess screamed as the spells sliced into her, instantly reducing her clothing to tatters and coating her body with her own spilled blood.

Harry’s eyes lit up with something that could only be described as utter jubilation at his enemy’s melodious cries of agony.

‘Yes!’ Crowed the beast within the male veela.

It was almost a shame really. She really was a beautiful creature to behold. No, she wasn’t beautiful in the jaw-dropping, blonde bombshell, gorgeously sexy, young teenage fantasy kind of way that the rest of the veela were. Rather she was beautiful in the jaw-dropping, blonde bombshell, gorgeously sexy, elegant older woman kind of way. Again, a shame.

“Universus Totalus Destructum” So, so very close.

Harry literally had the vulnerable Comtesse de Noire targeted with his annihilation class curse. But just as he released the spell, his right shoulder blade exploded out of its socket. His aim was thrown way off; the curse shot exploded high in the ceiling sending huge chunks of stone blocks crashing all over the room. Harry felt something warm oozing down his back as the spell propelled him nose first into the ground.

Bending over into a kneeing position, he looked up to see a wounded and battered but very much alive Lavender staring down at him. She looked like she just came through a war zone and swam through a river of blood. Her clothes were reduced so that she was effectively standing in her birthday suit; and entire parts of her, including her once shinny whitish blonde hair were painted in red.

Harry thought it oh so very ironic that they (he and Regine) should catch a lucky break in catching the veela leader off guard only to have the tables turned on them in the next instant.

Meanwhile, Lavender looked around, gazing at the carnage and destruction around her before settling her eyes on the prone form of the veela whom the comtesse had coldly executed. For a moment, Harry thought he saw recognition and disgust in his classmate’s deep brown eyes. Feverishly he wondered if he could induce her to rebel against the comtesse. Though it wouldn’t really be rebelling would it? He was technically her ‘lord’ was he not?

Yes, Harry was desperate. But it didn’t matter. Lavender leveled her bloody wand at him and he could just tell from the look in her eyes that no amount of persuasion on his part would change her mind. It was the same look his girls had at the beginning of the battle; it was the look of fierce determination and of the will to persevere no matter the cost. Clearly Lavender possessed some noble and praise worthy attributes, which Harry would have been happy to acknowledge … had the situation been different.

The comtesse leisurely strolled up to Lavender and looked at her appraisingly. A smug smile then crossed the elder veela’s face, lighting it up like a muggle light bulb. It was the indulgent smile of a parent or mentor who was extraordinarily proud of what her child or student did. And just like a praised child or student, Lavender smiled back, but in a softer and more hesitant manner. The only thing missing was the image of de Noire petting the younger girl’s fluff of blonde hair while whispering words like “good girl”.

The whole affair seriously made Harry nauseous.

A red curse streaked toward the two standing veela. Comtesse deflected it with the wave of her wand.

“Aconit, would you like the honor of taking care of the human girl and the part veela or should I?”

The casual manner in which Regine’s death was being discussed made Harry’s stomach churn in disgust. Lavender shuffled a bit and responded in a quiet voice that he couldn’t quite catch.

“Indeed. Given your injuries, it may be best that I do it. Please keep an eye on our lord.”

Harry felt his heart turn cold as Comtesse de Noire produced a sick looking scimitar in her left hand and casually twirled it. ‘Run, Regine, run…’ He prayed. But where was the poor girl supposed to run to?

‘I need to do something.’ Harry thought furiously as he saw Regine alternate between fighting and running for her life. All things considered, she was doing quite well. The French girl was apparently ambidextrous given how ably she wielded her wand in her left hand. And it would also appear that she was also at least somewhat learnt in the muggle arts as she was able to either dodge or defend against the comtesse’s onslaught of physical attacks. But she could only hold out so long. Even after a few minutes, Harry could sense Regine weakening while the comtesse’s attacks grow ever more ferocious.

Harry knew that he couldn’t just lie there and helplessly watch some crazy bitch butcher one of his lovers with a sword. But he was so tired and exhausted, his limbs sore beyond belief. If only he had a little more strength…

‘What?!’ It was like a wish come true. Harry felt warmth spread over his numb self as he sensed his back being healed and his body being rejuvenated.

‘Fleur? Is that you?’

It was. The male veela’s alpha was pushing as much of her own life force and energy into him as possible, even at the risk of draining herself dry.

‘Fleur, no, you’ll kill yourself!’ Harry screamed in his mind. But a calming sensation quickly mollified his fear. It was as if she was telling him to not to worry. Before it disappeared, Fleur’s presence told him to ‘Save Regine’. Deciding to take that advice, Harry focused on the target in front of him.

Had Lavender been in a better state of being; had she not been beaten to within an inch of her life with cutters, blasted with an annihilator, or had the blood of her teammate, who died saving her life, sprayed all over her, she might have noticed the sudden change in Harry. But alas, the young veela was simply too exhausted, physically and emotionally. At this point, the so-called victory, which Comtesse de Noire had promised, seemed as hollow and bitter as the defeat. All she wanted was for it to be over.

Lavender first sensed something was wrong when she felt herself stumbling backwards as her wand flew out of her hand. It was too late by then already. The veela saw Harry’s fist arching towards her and was able to do little more than brace her body for impact.

Harry Potter smiled as his strength augmented fist arched towards Lavender’s unprotected and almost naked chest. Guy hitting a gorgeous, blonde and near naked girl?! In any other situation, such an act would have been decried as abuse, assault or even sexual assault, but in this case, there definitely were mitigating circumstances. And as far as Harry was concerned, none of these veela were human beings and deserved none of the moral privileges accorded to normal human beings.

There was a loud smack! as his closed fist smashed dead center against his opponent’s chest. It was quite amazing how the slim female wasn’t sent flying. Guess veela really were tougher than they looked. But the powerful punch did utterly destroy the floating third bone in Lavender’s ribcage located just under the breast. The crunch sound of the bone snapping into pieces was very loud and very clear. A second later, the poor veela was rolling on floor screaming her lungs out.

Harry didn’t even blink as he summoned his wand into his hand. He had no time to waste. The young wizard aimed and fired twice.

“Conseco!”

“Deflagro!” Harry’s aim was true and Comtesse de Noire was so intent on finishing off a recently disarmed and panting Regine that she didn’t even sense his attack until it was too late. The veela shook in pain as the curse hit, causing her to drop her guard and her scimitar sword. Regine took full advantage of the break. Instead of wasting time to reacquire her wand, she picked the sword off of the ground in one smooth motion and impaled her still convulsing opponent. Not exactly fair to be sure but fairness wasn’t exactly an agreed upon condition for this fight.

Even across the room, Harry could see the look of shock and surprise in Comtesse de Noire’s eyes, which said everything. It was simply inconceivable to her that she had lost… and to this human girl, no less. Momentarily something flashed in Blanche’s deep blue eyes as she gazed into Regine’s sapphire orbs. She then turned and locked stares with Harry’s piercing emerald eyes before shifting to look at something next to him. Harry traced her gaze to see the downed form of Lavender Brown. Harry’s head swung back, almost violently, at the comtesse once more. She smiled back at him.

‘No way!’ Harry’s eyes shot wide open in horror.

“Regine…” He cried, hoping to get his warning out, but it was too late. The veela wrapped her pale fingers around Regine’s shoulder and forcibly pulled her enemy towards herself. In doing so, the comtesse fully impaled herself on her own sword. The irony was delicious in a dark and twisted way.

Stunned, Regine pulled her bloodied hands away. Bleeding furiously from the sword wound through her chest, Comtesse Blanche Belladonna de Noire dropped to the ground… dead. In that same second, Harry Potter also crumbled to the ground once more. For the third time that day, he felt one of his bonds being ripped apart.

The next few minutes were a blur, but Harry vaguely recalled Lavender rising to her feet, effectively downing Regine for the count in a quick firefight and pinning his body to the ground with a modified petrifying spell. It was when the last standing veela straddled him and began shedding his and her own clothing that Harry came to. The male veela struggled against his captor fiercely but vainly.

Harry gasped in surprise and pleasure as Lavender sank down. Lord knows he tried to fight it, but after the hard and long day he had, it was just so good. It felt like he was encased in nirvana which wasn’t too far from the truth. Out of the five veela he had earlier, Lavender had definitely been the best. The veela smirked as she felt little Harry give a little jerk in recognition. And if Harry was willing to be truthful (which he most certainly is not) she was even better than Fleur… way better actually.

Harry moaned as soft, slim hands ran across his chest, setting his senses aflame with their sensuous touch. He had been stunned to learn that Lavender was a virgin as the girl really was just too good at doing what she did.

‘No…’ Harry roared in protest. He was a male veela, ‘the’ male veela. It was utterly humiliating and inconceivable that he should be on the bottom, much less to allow himself to be used and ridden like some bitch. As if sensing his thoughts, the veela on top of him brought her head down. Harry’s eyes instinctively tracked the descent of the twin perky orbs of heavenliness. Though bloodied and lightly scarred, they were still perfect and he felt a deep-seated longing to possess them. The male growled with approval as Lavender pressed her breasts against his chest. Her long trusses of bloodied white blonde hair draped over her head like the halo of an angel returning from battle.

“These are yours, Harry, as is the rest of me. They are yours and only yours.” The growl of approval intensified indicating his very obvious pleasure with that statement. Harry definitely wasn’t going to share this lovely angel.

“And after today, I’ll be at your beck and call. I’ll find you other girls, of all shapes and sizes. You can have as many as you want. And we can do anything you want, Harry…a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g...” Harry’s pupils instantly dilated as a myriad of kinky images floated through his mind. The gorgeous veela’s soft angelic giggle indicated that she had read his thoughts.

“I’m sorry Harry. I really am! But, please trust me just this once. Can you do that, Harry?” The girl sounded so needy and desirous for his affection…

‘…and she feels soooo good.’ Harry wanted to shout ‘yes, yes, yes’, the consequences be damned. Who cares if she and her friends tried to enslave him as long as she kept on doing what she was doing.

Just before Harry went over completely, one last nagging thought popped into his mind.

‘What about the girls…’ What about them? Harry was pretty sure he could have plenty of girls… as many as he want. That’s what Lavender promised, wasn’t it?

‘What about Fleur? What about Regine?’ Harry frowned, his head clearing slightly from the haze of being sexually intoxicated. He reached forward with an unsteady hand. Lavender gasped as he nested his limp in the valley between her bosoms.

“Fleur… Regine…?”

“I will take care of them.” She answered reassuringly with a loving smile. See… she said she’ll take care of them.

Take care of them…

Take care of them…

Take care of them…

The words repeated over and over again but the tone changed, growing darker and colder with each repetition. Harry knew he heard them before, but where; where had he heard those words.

Memories flashed past by Harry before settling to one chilling scene…

There he lay on the ground, wounded and bleeding. Two distinctly female figures stood before him, conversing.

“Aconit, would you like the honor of taking care of the human girl and the part veela or should I?”

“…maybe, you should take care of them, ma’am…”

“Indeed. Given your injuries, it may be best that I do it. Please keep an eye on our lord.”

The words cycled again.

…maybe, you should take care of them, ma’am…

Take care of them…

Take care of them…

Take care of them…

The landscape of the memory changed again to an unfamiliar and alien scene. This time the bound figures of Fleur and Regine kneeled before him. A smiling Lavender was snuggled to his side.

“Take care of them…” She commanded cheerfully. Imperiously dressed veela guards arrived and dragged the two sobbing and broken figures out. The last words Harry heard were the two girls’ desperate pleas.

“I’m sorry and I love you, Harry. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. I love you, Harry and I’m sorry.”

Reeling in shock Harry pulled himself from memory lane. He then shook his head to clear away the dizziness. Everything suddenly became vividly clear now. The male veela looked at the hand he had pressing against Lavender’s chest.

“Harry?” Lavender’s soft voice which sound so sweet and melodious just moments before now seemed positively vile. His hand hardened as his eyes took on a dark glean as he focused on an object far away.

“Harry?!” This time, the veela’s force carried an edge of concern. “What’s wrong?”

Harry’s hardened green eyes looked up.

“You.”

“Accio!” Harry’s cold voice sounded out the spell articulately.

The veela’s beautiful brown eyes blinked once in confusion before her corneas reflected an expression of pain. She opened her mouth only to find blood leaking from the edges and down to her chin before dripping tiny droplets on Harry’s chest.

It is a testament to Lavender’s physical and mental resilience that her only reaction to having a blade lodged in the back was a wince. Or it could have been that she was just so surprised to find herself impaled with her own dagger. Somehow Harry had wandlessly removed the weapon from the jugular of his first victim and summoned it across the room to strike the veela straddling him.

Lavender winced again. At least the blade’s progress was stopped by her spinal column, or so she thought. Harry’s eyes hardened again.

“Accio! Accio! Accio!” Three more times he shouted the summoning spell. Three times the blade dug deeper, cutting into and cracking the impaled veela’s spinal bone until it finally broke through. Lavender screeched as an entire segment of her vertebrae exploded, embedding her internal organs with pieces of broken bones.

She offered no resistance as Harry roughly pushed her off of him. With tears running down both cheeks, the veela tried to curl into a ball, which was a difficult to do when one lacked a functioning spinal column. So instead, Lavender grabbed onto the nearest support she could find, which was, to Harry’s amazement, his legs. The young man watched as the girl rubbed against it like some domesticated pet. She then turned her head to look at him with hurt doe-like eyes.

Harry felt hate and anger surge within him. How dare, how DARE she pull the sick puppy love stunt on him at this point. He backed away, swung his leg back and kicked…hard. Lavender yelped like a, well, kicked puppy as she bounced some distance away. For about a minute, she whined and mewled in pain as she tried to stand or move before giving up. Then, for another minute, she shivered as if taken by a cold. Then finally, presumably after succumbing to her wounds, she drifted off. No, she wasn’t dead, not yet at least. Harry felt four weak bond links remaining, two of which being ‘his girls’ and the other two being Lavender and Gwen. All were unconscious.

So standing there in the middle of the destroyed chamber amongst his unconscious ‘lovers’ – his real lovers – and the dead and dying veela, a just about naked Harry James Potter let loose a roar of masculine fortitude.

After which, he dropped to the ground like a sack of dead weights. The events of the day being too much, even for a male veela.

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Translation:

Subseco – To cut away
Novacula Telus – A sharp knife or razor [that acts like a] missile
Deflagro – To be burnt down, destroyed by fire