An Unfamilair World

I gave him a week. The old codger never did a thing, or perhaps he spent the week working in the shadows. So much for that plan.

Dumbledore was a manipulative one, or he couldn't follow simple instructions. Then again, perhaps the rat was never there. I would never know.

The beauty next to me offered a juicy grape for the taking. I bit into it, letting its sugary liquid coat my mouth. She was some lesser known model I picked up under the Imperius curse to service me. It felt hollow, but the results spoke for themselves. Now, if only the damned System rewarded me so I could let her back into the wild. As if on cue, the System spoke.

Mission One completed.

"That's it? What the fuck is the point if you don't give me anything?"

My questioning went on deaf ears, as neither the System nor the woman replied. What was the point, indeed?

Introductory part completed. Please refer to the Mission List for more young master goodness, up-and-comer.

I groaned, and my eyes closed involuntarily. The mission had been trivial to finish, so perhaps this wasn't so bad.

"Let's see what you got."

Mission One: Get someone prideful to call you daddy.

Mission Two: Get someone to vomit blood out of anger.

Mission Three: Get someone to kowtow and acknowledge you as their master.

Mission Four: Get someone to promise you their firstborn.

Mission Five: Get someone to call you trash, then make them give you face.

"How the fuck do you get someone to vomit blood out of anger? Do we live in an anime world?"

As I kept reading, the missions got evermore ludicrous in challenge, especially since I wasn't even charismatic.

"However, isn't this convenient? All it requires is someone, and it could even be any one person doing all of it."

Now, who was a sufficiently prideful person? I pondered the question while pacing the room.

"Lucius Malfoy."

A mad chuckle escaped my lips, and I couldn't help but bounce on my feet.

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The tall man, Lucius, walked down the narrow and dingy alleyway deeper into Knockturn. He was making this almost too easy. I followed a good twenty steps behind him, under invisibility.

The stunner left the wand silently, traveling towards its unsuspecting target. He crumpled to the ground in a heap. I walked by just in time before any passerby came along and whisked him into my secluded hideout.

Grey and windowless walls surrounded the small space. It was enough for a handful of people, but nothing more. I'd carved the place underground with magic and manual labor. It was as secure as you'd get without getting creative with magic. No help would come for Lucius. I stripped him of his gear and clothes, leaving only the bare necessities. It felt right to leave the man with at least some of his dignity intact. Otherwise, he was likely to feel emasculated and not perform his part right.

The ice-cold water fell on the platinum blond's head. He shot awake. It was obvious from his alert eyes this wasn't the first time. From the moment he awoke, he inspected the surroundings, followed by getting a picture of the situation. His immediate panic vanished under the carefully crafted aloofness he was so well known for.

"Awake at last, Lucius."

He whipped around. I spotted some wariness in him until his gaze landed on me. Those silvery eyes exploded in anger. I smirked.

Lucius tried to get up, but he stumbled instantly. I'd ransacked a local clinic, taking a hefty portion of their anesthetics. This guy wasn't going anywhere.

He whipped his hair around and gathered himself. Then he asked, "Why am I here?"

"Call me daddy."

He got a tic in his eye, but he reined it under control quickly.

"What?" he said and tilted his head.

"Call me daddy, or else…"

I let the implied 'you're going to suffer' hang in the air.

In response, he lifted his nose high in the sky and sported a sneer worth of his station.

"Remember, you brought this on yourself."

My tone of voice betrayed what I really felt.

The Cruciatus curse hit him with all the malice I'd accumulated in the prisons of the bleak future. His eyes and mouth shot open, and he twitched under a silent scream. I kept it going only for a few seconds.

Despite the short duration of the curse, Lucius looked worse for wear. He still twitched, but now it combined with soft moans coming from his forcefully opened mouth.

"I can do this all day, but I suspect you can't. Just say the words. Call me daddy."

"Daddy," he said with gritted teeth.

There was fury in his eyes, but there was a dose of fear as well. I suppose even his lord couldn't dish out as much pain as the mighty I.

Nothing happened.

"Where is it?" I mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. Be quiet."

The awaited announcement didn't come. I paced the small room under the apprehensive gaze of my prisoner.

"I'm afraid you weren't being sincere. Do it again, but perhaps you should get on your knees first."

He complied without issue.

"Now say the word."

"Daddy."

Mission One completed. Reward: Magic x 2.

The magic in me swelled, exhuming even outside the body. Lucius shivered. His eyes turned upward until only the whites stood out, and he looked to be in ecstasy. For me, it felt like a balloon swelling until it settled into a comfortable warmth.

"That was easy, right?"

He looked hostile. I'd seen the look a thousand and one times before. To him, I was dead meat.

"Look, don't get your panties in a twist. I think we both agree that this is silly, but you only have to complete a few of these ridiculous tasks. There's no need to suffer so. I'll even let you go afterwards. You can pursue me for vengeance later and everything. How does that sound?"

"Swell."

"Right. Second task then. Promise your firstborn to me. I believe–"he got supremely mad once I mentioned his child. He even attempted to shout over me, but I hit him with a Silencio"–that's Draco," I said, finishing it with a Finito at his silenced mouth.

"I will not do that."

His words held utter surety within. What he said, and the way he said it in had me holding my jaw in contemplation. I knew he was stubborn enough to die and suffer before seeing his pride and joy enslaved.

Fuck.

"Alright, let's scratch that off the list."

I dug into my pocket, taking out some stuff I'd prepared beforehand.

"Drink this. Don't worry, it's not dangerous."

Lucius drank the blood without issue, although he gagged before swallowing the last.

Next, I slapped him.

"Are you angry?"

"What do you think?"

"Not enough then," I said and slapped him again.

He flexed his jaw muscles. I could see we were getting there.

"If I fuck your wife, do you think she'd like it? Maybe she'll get hooked on elf cock so badly, she won't have yours ever again. Then she'll be sucking mine–"

I spotted the telltale signs of his anger bubbling over, so I stuck my pine wand into his throat.

He doubled over and vomited the recently ingested blood.

"That was muggle blood, by the way."

Mission Two completed. Reward: Mastery of blood magic.

The knowledge poured into me as if from a fire hose. It felt uncomfortable, and I felt my head heating significantly. Still, I maintained a stoic outlook in front of my captive. I couldn't give him an opportunity to resist.

The feeling subsided after a minute, and I had an innate understanding of everything that was blood magic. That was a skill I'd use in the future.

"That was a joke. The wife part, I mean. And now, for the last one. Are you ready?"

He didn't answer.

"Kowtow twice and proclaim me your master. You don't have to mean it, just do it."

He performed the actions as instructed. Ha, I got him to kowtow an extra time. As I had my internal laugh at the goings on while only half listening to his proclamation, his head exploded in a gory shower. The blood got into my widened eyes.

Mission three completed. Reward: Charisma x 2.

The grey walls sported a dripping coat of red combined with shards of bone and brain matter. Lucius' corpse still bled on the ground, and I stood in place, stunned.

What the fuck?

The quest's nature made me realize he already had a master in this world. Voldemort must have used a vow or something alike to ensure his followers didn't swear into the service of another. Did that mean Snape wasn't a Death Eater in this world?

Things were getting out of hand, and now a prominent player in canon was dead. I couldn't access his house unless the wards still accepted me. However, I wasn't keen on trying since they had ample time to revoke my access in the months since abandoning my post there. What to do?

The book horcrux was likely at Lucius' manor, and no one else knew about it. I couldn't access it as I was, a weakling. The thoughts of my physical prowess made me look at my reflection in the bloody puddle on the floor. I looked taller and more handsome.

I took a bit of bone from the wall, conjured it into a body-sized mirror, and hung it on the only clean wall behind me. My reflection was not that of the previous day. Instead, it was of a new being. Did my body change without me noticing? I did a small turn on my heels.

The new feet were smaller in proportion than the old ones. I had an extra head of height, and my nose wasn't as long. My ears were, however, huge, and I didn't like them.

"Fucking bat ears."

The sound of my voice startled me, as it was of a much smoother quality. It sounded like the voice of a singer, rich in depth.

"Ooh la la. So Charisma did this?" I said, while looking at my new body.

I wasn't the worst kind of narcissist, but this was an improvement I'd gladly take.

The System still had a few missions, and I noticed a counter at the bottom. Some mental math later, I concluded it was a weekly hour counter. Did it mean I get new tasks every week? It was likely.

The school year would go on for many months yet, but I wasn't about to sit tight, waiting for things to settle. I could deliver a killing blow to Voldemort while he was playing with the stone in Hogwarts.

Who better to infiltrate a highly secure prison than a small elf?

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Dreary and familiar was the sight around Azkaban. My boat rocked on the turbulent waters, and I held onto the bench like a drowning man to a stray piece of floating debris.

Who the fuck built this hellhole? It was a much worse experience than anything I'd had before in the carbon dioxide poisoned cities of tomorrow. The British wizards really knew how to punish a criminal if this was anything to go by.

First signs of life were the unlifelike creatures hovering around the fortress. Dementors, if I recalled right. As far as I remembered, they had the power to suck souls out of you like they were stealing candy from a baby. The place likely had wards as well, covering the island whole. One couldn't simply walk through the front doors.

"Patronus," I said and twiddled my wand with the correct movements.

The meager wisps of white weren't very promising. I'd raided the bookstores of the magical world for ways to counter the dementors, but this was the only known way. If you spend the greater majority of your life wallowing in pits of misery, your ability to produce a patronus suffers significantly. Mine was a pathetic wisp of nothing that would not cover my ass in the event of the cloaked fuckers descending upon me.

"What the fuck am I gonna do?"

The voiced question had me thinking of workable solutions.

The mission was thus; assault a castle with unknown protections, dodge the soul-sucking bastards, kill the prisoners, and fuck off before the law arrived. And who was I? I was a fucking elf with questionable ability in magic. Although, my initial forays into blood magic had me salivating at the prospect of using dementor blood as a weapon.

As if on cue, the nearest creep noticed the dingy boat and glided closer. I whipped out my wand and began the muttering. The words I used were strange. It was as if I instinctively knew what they meant, but I couldn't write a greeting using them even if my life depended on it. It must have been the System's doing.

A grayish trail left my wand with a bit of crimson mixed in, and it hit the incoming foe. The dementor's flight ceased shortly after, and it fell into the waters. Now, the creature looked like a rag floating in the waves. I felt the connection form between us, and I commanded the dementor to rise. It flew next to me.

"Cut the fucking freezer effect, would you?"

The cold vanished instantly. As far as I understood, the magic made a being into something akin to a blood puppet. It was like the imperius curse, but more permanent. The magic subverted the being's will and replaced it with the caster's own. It was an impressive feat of magic, but the long chant made it hard to use in a fight.

The creature now before me was mine to use like an extra appendage. It would never disobey, and whatever will drove it before was gone.

"Go into the fortress and kill everyone. Oh, and if you see a black dog, let it go."

The creature sped past the boat and vanished into the fortress proper. It was the waiting game for me now.