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BS - Chapter 71: The Third Servant
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 71: The Third Servant
“Thank you…” Susan said as she sat down on a couch. “I’ll be fine after resting for a moment.”
“No, I’m afraid that the effects of the potion I gave you will take around an hour to pass completely.” The tone in Harry’s voice completely changed. The previous warmth and gentleness from before were now gone.
Susan thought she might have misheard him due to her condition. “Wait… what did you…” The illumination inside the room was very dim, but she clearly saw Harry pulling something from his robes that looked like a black belt. “What’s that?”
“This?” Harry held it up so she could see it better. “This is a slavery collar I created during my youth. It will bend your will until you become my most loyal servant.”
Susan wasn’t sure if this was some sick joke of his, but she had heard enough. “That’s not funny.”
The moment she tried to stand up, something hit her, pushing her back on the couch.
Without her realizing it, Harry had taken out his wand and fired a silent Incarcerous charm on her.
The magical ropes secured her body to the seat, preventing her escape.
“What are you doing?!” Susan was now screaming in panic. This was no longer a joke.
Harry watched her with amusement as the realization began to sink in and fear started to creep into her eyes.
“You shouldn’t stand up in your condition. But do feel free to yell as much as you want. I have placed a silencing charm at the door.”
“S-stay away from me!” Susan felt a shiver when she saw Harry walking towards her with that collar in his hand. “Harry, let me go!”
“I will let you go. In just a minute or two.” Harry was now just a few inches from her.
Susan’s eyes opened with horror as she saw him moving that object to her neck. “Stop! Nooo!”
The black leather touched her soft skin and immediately reacted, wrapping itself around her neck and securing the magical lock so it may never come off.
Her screams stopped suddenly as her mind was invaded by the power of the slave collar.
She did her best to fight off the effects, but her training was too lacking to put up a fight.
Susan recalled one time when her aunt Amelia had suggested teaching her a bit of Occlumency, but she gave up after an hour, claiming that it was too much work and that she would never need something like that in real life.
It was the last regret she could feel as her mind fell under Harry’s control.
He waited patiently, sitting on another couch across from hers and observing the changes in the girl.
It only took two minutes, as he had initially predicted, before seeing her eyes emptied of any free will she had left...leaving behind a perfect servant who would always be loyal to him, no matter what he asked of her, just as he had done to Hermione and Luna.
“Too bad this was my last one. I will now need to figure out how to make more.” Bending these young girls to his will had become somewhat addictive, and it made him remember why he had created these things in the first place.
“The recipe should be somewhere in that treasure at Azkaban.” It had been too long for him to recall the details on how to make them. This is why he ensured to write everything down.
Susan’s eyes returned to their normal walnut color.
“Susan, dear… how are you feeling?”
She glanced at him. There was no anger or fear in her face, just an expression of pure devotion and love. “Harry. I’m fine…” She said that, but she was clearly becoming drowsy. "Why am I tied down?."
“You must still be a bit dizzy due to the potion I gave you. Luckily, I have come prepared.” Harry stood up while taking something else from his robes.
It was a small glass vial. He opened it up and offered its contents to Susan.
“This is a Pepper-Up Potion. It will counter the effects and give you more than enough energy for the rest of the night.” Harry approached the vial to her mouth, and she drank the contents without a word of complaint.
Her state immediately improved, and Harry finally removed the restraints on her.
“Better?” he asked.
She nodded quickly.
“Excellent. We still have much work to do.”
“Work?” Susan tilted her head to one side.
“Indeed. There is something I require from the Ministry, and you will help me get it.”
“What is it that you need, Harry? I will help you,” Susan said.
“Do you know something about the security around the Museum of Dark Arts?”
“The museum?…” Susan thought about it for a moment. “If you want to get something from there… it’s not possible.”
“Elaborate,” Harry demanded.
“Only authorized personnel can open the glass cases. My aunt told me they have an incredibly powerful enchantment, and if anyone tried to steal anything from there, the Auror Department would immediately know.”
‘The Auror Department that is only one floor away,’ Harry reminded himself.
“Is your aunt one of these authorized personnel?” If the answer was no, Harry was ready to burn this place to the ground.
“Yes,” Susan responded.
“Well, good. I won’t have to resort to something drastic.” Harry turned around and walked to one of the tables where parchment and writing utensils had been left available.
“We’ll just need to find a way to lure your aunt into the museum.”
“I can ask her,” Susan suggested.
“That won’t be enough.” Harry gestured for her to approach. “I need you to come here and write your aunt a letter. I will tell you exactly what you need to write, then I’ll find a way to deliver it to her without her noticing us.”
“Okay.” Susan didn’t even hesitate to take part in a ploy to lure her only surviving family into a deadly trap.
Comments
Kriogenix
Not really. The main character likes to have attractive young servants but he has no interest in romance. His infatuation with Pansy is just an unhealthy obsession of his, and not intended to be seen as romantic either. The main character is psychotic murderer who wants to destroy the world. I didn't see how I could fit romance in this fic, so I gave a warning at the beginning that there would no such thing.
!ACHiLLES¡
is this a harem ? all the being women seem to indicate as much..
