Mastaa

Harry just quietly sits on his broom as Neville and Malfoy start arguing, trading insults and whatnot over the latter's treatment of Hermione. It was just a playground spat of course, but since they were all on flying brooms, the stakes were 'higher'.

Malfoy eventually bates Neville into chasing him after almost upturning Hermione off of her broom, but the Gryffindor boy wasn't anywhere near competent enough on a broom to catch him, getting laughs from most of the Slytherin students.

Madam Hooch eventually calls them all down, scolding both Malfoy and Neville for their irresponsibility before giving them detention. Hermione tries to argue for the boy's case but she's ignored, as 'two wrongs do not make a right'.

A stupid saying in Harry's view, as the only way to right a wrong is to be proactive about it. You hit me? Hit them back. You insulted me? Insult them back... You stole my gold? Die.

He drops the broom into the pile and walks towards the castle, inwardly hoping that it was for flying lessons. Using brooms was easy enough, but he didn't think there was much more to learn, even if there was, he'd rather devise a way to fly without one.

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Elsewhere in the 'Come and Go room' :

Blitzy lets out a squeak as he drops to the floor, a searing heat building up from within his chest. He was the first House Elf to receive master's gift, yet not it seemed like a curse. He was the only one of the group left in Hogwarts after Kali had taken the rest, leaving him to serve Harry...

He shrieks as he drops onto his hands, flesh bulging as new muscle grew, tearing his skin to make room for the rapid changes. His ears grew longer, teeth harder, nails to claws, and even his sickly pale skin tone started to shift, slowly turning into a light brown colour with blackened veins visible.

Finally, his torment seemed to be approaching its end, his glowing yellow eyes opening as he pushes himself off of the floor, his new claws scraping the stone. (These Imps are essentially Overlord Minions : https://overlord.fandom.com/wiki/Minion )

"Ssstronggaaaaa... Mastereses' made us's." the Imp whispers to himself as drool pools from his mouth, smoking as it hits the floor.

"KEKEKEKEKEKE! WE'S NOT BE HUMANSES SLAVE! WE'S BE MASTERES'S! KEKEKEKE!" he lets out a hacking cackle, luxurating in the feeling of new-found strength.

*Pop!*

"B-blitzy's... Whatses done to you..." a house elf fearfully asks as he teleports behind him.

"WE'S STRONG! YOU'S WEAK!" he snarls, stomping over to the elf and standing a foot taller, grinning down at them. The elf tries to flee, but Blitzy just grabs one of it's long ears and pulls it towards him.

"I'S SORRY! LET'SES US GO PLEASE!"

*Snap!*

Blitzy sinks his teeth into the house elf's arm, drawing a pained shriek. "YOU'S CHOOSE! WEAKKAA OR STRONGGAA!"

The house elf struggles some more, receiving another few deep bites which all draw blood, but eventually, it relents, relaxing in its entrapment, "S-Stronger...."

"KEKEKEKE! YOU'SES SERVE DA TRUE MASTA NOW!" he shouts as a dull green glow materialises in his hand, pushing it into the house elf's chest. "WE'S MAKES YOU STRONGAA! KEKEKEKE!"

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"M-Mistress, I hope things are up to your standards..." a plump man wearing a well-dressed suit asks while rubbing his sweaty hands together.

Kali crosses her legs, and glances at the rest of the establishment, young attractive women dance around poles as lustful men throw their hard-earned cash at them. Most were hoping for the one-in-a-million chance that one of the women would notice them, and all it took was a single wink to send them barmy.

She turns to the 'former' owner of the strip club with her face resting against her fist, "Hm, I like it, Phillip. But I think we're missing out on potential profits."

"A-and what would that be, m-mistress." he breathes, feeling hot under his collar simply from the tone of her voice alone.

"Some of these young women could provide better services than just dancing. You have backrooms, do you not? Furnish them, then allow your patrons to pay to spend time with them." she states.

"B-but that's illegal, Mistress! Prostitution has been illegal for nearly a hundred years! I'll be run outta business!"

She smiles, displaying her sharp teeth, "Don't fear, I will protect you and the working girls. I merely wish for a stake in the profits, say, ninety-ten."

"T-ten percent!? That's far too much, i-if you'd allow me to say Mistress!"

She chuckles and shakes her head, "I meant ninety percent to me, and ten to you."

The man sputters in response but Kali just manifests her whip, tugging it slightly and causing it to tighten around the man's neck. "You WILL do this for me, won't you dear Phillip?"

"Y-yes! A-anything for you!" he chokes out, gasping when she releases his restraint.

"Good." she stands and pats him on the head, "Now, if you don't mind I have business to attend. I look forward to seeing your progress."

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*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

"M-Mister Hashbury! Please this is very important!" Remus exclaims, this was his third visit yet Harry's guardian had either refused to speak or hadn't been present at all. The Werewolf was terribly confused on how to deal with this, as he refused to potentially harm or implicate an innocent man, regardless of what Dumbledore may think.

"Hm? Oh! Don't bother, Mister Hashbury is a terribly busy man. Even when spared time I see him with his head buried in books." a voice states behind him, jolting Remus around in a tizzy. There, he finds a young, beautiful-looking woman with a basket of flowers under her arm. Silken black hair, dimpled cheeks, freckles, and bright hazel eyes he struggled to pull his gaze from.

"Y-you've met him then?" Remus hurriedly questions before shaking his head, "Sorry, I'm Remus, Remus Lupin. You are?"

"Sofia Baker," she holds out a hand which he shakes. "A neighbour. I've not known Pat long but he seems like a genuine person." she smiles as if reminiscing something, but Remus' mind focused merely on how pretty it made her seem.