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Back to: Harry Potter » Enslavement Original version. Also available as: Epub lit mobi pdf txt. Posting this for a multitude of reasons. So that you can see how a story evolves, to give a slightly different emphasis on the story, and because I have never needed to re-write something before.
Normally I write in a stream of consciousness and fix as I review. Completely unbetad, and obviously was used as a base for the rewrite - so shares a substantial portion of the key scenes. When he washe remembered seeing a TV program about grief, and it had listed five stages.
He felt now that he was on stage five. Only, in his case, there was one more stage to go. Denial was the first stage. When he had heard Hermione say something sarcastic to Ron. And the rest of the Gryffindors. But, it had a bed, a desk, and a small bathing area, so was heaps better than where he had grown up. And that had kicked off his anger. None of which had been even slightly practical. At the same time, he used his anger to remain silent. She had responded by completely fabricating an interview, which made things even worse for him.
Or that the reporter had completely lied. The third stage. Harry then swallowed his dignity and went a step further, asking Dumbledore for help. In return, Dumbledore had offered meaningless platitudes and not much else. That had been enough for the fourth stage to kick in. Harry Potter was not normal. Harry Potter would never be normal. Harry Potter had not. Everyone turned out to be the same. And as such, he abandoned his attempts to fit in with them. If people cursed him, he cursed back.
Sadly, there was a lot more of them than there were of him. The only bright side was that his healing spells were a lot better than they were, and his reflexes had improved from necessity. Food and laundry services were still provided for him, but the food always arrived in his room. He understood and followed through on the unspoken request. And with nothing else to do, he studied.
Everything and anything he could, looking for a way to escape. Christmas came and went, and he slid back on his progress a little when he got nothing from Sirius or Remus.
But what had he expected? A human to be on his side? And even Remus had made it clear that he hated his better non-human side. If she had been, he would have left her there. He noticed that the most points once again came from the half-giant on the judging panel. The other judges, human, the lot of them, had again given him low points. And he had none. He walked back, ignoring the now familiar taunts of the boy who used to be his friend. The urge to curse him was high, but that would be acting like a human. And what the boy wanted.
So he walked around him, again, and again, until the boy had thrown a punch. Harry simply moved out of the way and walked past the over-balancing boy. The expected curse in the back hit his shield, and he continued. As expected, the human teachers did nothing. Flitwick, on the other hand, stopped Ron. Yet again, the non-human acting better than the human — just about anyway.
A full non-human would have done more. He had an idea for his own final stage. Stage six, moving on. He then took out another book, and re-read that again. It sounded as close to perfection as he could expect, exactly what he wanted, and so he was going to risk the little he had left to get it.
He grabbed the books, his map, and his invisibility cloak. He donned his cloak, and exited his little room for the last time. His first stop was the Owlery, to the one being he could still count on.
He looked around his small room, and nodded his head. One way or another, he was never coming back. He had a plan, and a backup plan. Once in the Owlery, he removed his cloak, and moved to a perch. With a soft bark, she flew out of the Owlery, before she started to circle around Hogwarts with slow energy conserving strokes of her beautiful wings. After a few moments, she seemed to vanish into the darkness of the night, but he knew she was still there, waiting and watching.
Harry placed his cloak back on, and this time he cast some extra spells on himself. Silencing spells, smell denial spells, and ambient temperature spells. He walked down, and out of the school. The carriage had numerous doors.
He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door with a sharp staccato beat. He removed his cloak, and placed it in his pocket. The door opened, and Harry stunned Fleur Delacour with a Stupefy as she answered. He stepped inside, shut the door firmly behind him and cast a truth charm on her, before waking her up. They were in a small entrance hall, with doors leading to either side.
He gave her the first smile since this had started. She is eight. Those words would have affected him before all of this, but not now. But it was time to play his second card. She looked absolutely horrified as his words sank in. She shook herself.Fleur delacour sex
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