knowing each other 1

As she stirred from sleep, her eyelids fluttered open, greeted by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Slowly, she raised her hand to her face, staring at it with a mixture of disbelief and wonder. "So, it wasn't a dream," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the still room.

A dull ache spread through her body, most noticeably along her back, a lingering reminder of the intensity from before. A small smile touched her lips as fragmented memories surfaced, warmth flooding her skin.

She glanced around the room. Though familiar, it now felt different—marked by the echoes of intimacy. Slowly, she moved, her bare feet meeting the cool floor as she rose from the bed. Her body felt heavy, yet alive, each muscle subtly recalling the passion of the previous hours.

Drawn to the mirror across the room, she walked with deliberate grace, her reflection growing clearer with each step. Standing before the glass, she observed her form—her long-lost human body, faintly marked with memories of where his hands and lips had lingered. Her fingers traced the outline of those marks, the skin still warm beneath her touch. A wave of sensation rippled through her, the ache mingling with the remnants of pleasure, confirming her release from the curse.

"So, you're awake," a voice called, pulling her from her thoughts. She turned to see him—the boy, no, the man—her new master.

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Aslan's POV

I was practicing Occlumency. In this world, it would be the skill I needed most. Though my mother had passed down a special ring to counter mental arts, it was naïve to assume others wouldn't have similar protections. Mastery over my own mind was essential, regardless of external defenses.

But it was proving more difficult than expected, especially after last night. Hours had passed, and I still couldn't entirely clear my thoughts of the lingering sensations.

Riki appeared, bowing slightly. "Master Aslan, Miss Nagini is awake."

I had instructed him to inform me as soon as she woke. "Very well," I said, standing. "Prepare breakfast for her."

With that, I made my way to her room.

Opening the door, I found her standing by the mirror, her familiar, bare back turned to me. She was gazing at herself, as if lost in thought.

"So, you're awake," I said, drawing her attention.

As she turn around once again I saw her allurance, which seems more than before.

I approached her, my eyes briefly scanning the room before settling on her. "Do you remember what happened?"

She met my gaze, her voice soft. "I do."

"Do you know who I am?" I asked, needing to establish control.

"My master," she answered without hesitation.

I wanted to press her about her past, but my eyes flicked to the bed, still marked by the events of lust session. That conversation could wait.

"Go inside and take a bath," I commanded, turning away as I began planning my next move.

Nagini watched him retreat, uncertain of her thoughts, before entering the bathroom.

Sometime later

Nagini descended the stairs, now dressed in a black robe Aslan had left for her. She scanned the room as she made her way to the table, where breakfast had already been served. Aslan sat at the head.

"Take a seat," he instructed. She complied.

She noticed the old house-elf standing behind Aslan, his tired eyes fixed on her. Judging by his frail appearance, it was clear he had long since reached his limit.

It was time to clear her confusion. Who was this man, and what exactly was he? She wasn't foolish enough to believe just anyone could break her curse—not even Voldemort had managed that. So, how had he?

She began with the first question. "Who are you?"

Aslan hesitated before replying, "Aslan Boone, an orphan. I'll be attending Hogwarts in a month."

The name didn't ring a bell, but she focused on something else. "Are you a professor?" she asked, eyeing his childlike face and wondering if he might be a Metamorphmagus.

"No," Aslan replied. "A student. I'm eleven years old."

"Impossible." She paused, unsettled by the revelation. "How could you... how could you do this?"

"Why not?" he countered calmly. "Didn't you feel it yourself?"

She had. The pain still lingered.

Clearing her mind by this weird explanation she asked, trying to make sense of her situation"Where are we? And what happened after the battle?"

"This is Boone Manor. As for the battle you're referring to, I don't know."

"What do you mean? You don't know what happened after Voldemort died?" she pressed.

The moment she spoke his name, the house-elf shrieked, "She spoke his name! She spoke his name!"

"Enough, Riki," Aslan ordered.

Riki quieted, muttering under his breath. Aslan turned to him with a new command, "Go outside and ensure no one overhears this conversation—not now, not ever, including you."

Riki hesitated but obeyed, disappearing with a pop.

Aslan turned back to Nagini. "Now, let's introduce ourselves properly. You first."

"Don't you already know me?" she asked, skeptical that Aslan wouldn't know who she was as he was the one she made contract with.

"I want to hear your story, from your own mouth," Aslan said, his tone firm. "Tell me everything—from the beginning."

Nagini hesitated before finally beginning. She told him of her cursed bloodline, how she inherited the identity of a Maledictus from her mother. How they had tried to hide from wizards who knew about them. How her mother was killed, and she was sold to the circus.

She recounted the incident that led to her escape, how she fled, taking what she could from the dead. For years she remained in hiding. After Grindelwald's arrest, there was peace—but only a silence before the storm. That silence ended with the Muggles' wars, when their destructive weapons changed many opinions. Some wished to support Grindelwald again, but he never reappeared after his defeat and imprisonment. Even when people attempted to free him from Nurmengard, he refused to leave.

Then, she spoke of the curse. How it had overtaken her in 1950, transforming her into a snake, never to change back. She was one of the few who retained her sanity after the transformation, though it became harder with time. She told him of her interactions with Voldemort, his resurrection, his turning her into a Horcrux, and finally, her death.

"And then, the next moment, I was here. In front of you." She finished her tale

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Author's pov

Can some explain how the job system and magic of 'shield hero ' works .

How they gain job , can they have multiple jobs and how magic works for both normal and summons, monsters and beastmen too.

Which magic system you want during world travel to compilation world:

1. Shield hero

2. Overlord

3. Some other system