A fight? A beating? An apology.
{[Be warned that this chapter is a little longer than usual and some scenes are quite heavy. But I can't be blamed for that, my characters have started to run away from the script on their own and it shouldn't take long to break through the fourth wall. Well, I will be looking forward to their visit in the future.]}
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By Merlin's deflated balls, the hellish year was over and I like a good lord invited Harry to spend the holidays with our family. He adapted to the situation very quickly and it helped that Aunt Andromeda had a radar for traumatized little boys and didn't become too invasive of the Potter heir who lived without knowing he was in danger of death. Of course, I started being called Pietro since I visited him at the hospital, after all he was now a kind of friend.
Our friendship was still full of touch-don't-touch-me, since he was a very difficult brat to fool. So it wasn't easy to find an excuse for him to call me by name, but me being I eventually managed. Never underestimate the power of the little elephant song, it serves many things, including casting a sonic illusion to repeat the song to the target millions of times....
Harry faced what I call rhythm sickness and spent days humming the music inchoately.
Hehehe.
BAZINGA!
He also didn't seem unhappy with the vacation arrangement and we lived a pretty peaceful 2 months at the Black mansion until Aarine challenged me to a fight.
You see, we trained from a very young age and it was natural to want to show our advances to each other, as an incentive for us to push harder... but Aarine was overreacting. During those vacations I sort of identified dozens of hidden injuries on his body from extreme training without adequate recovery time. I got mad at that, but I didn't say much, it was her determination to get stronger and I would be hypocritical to take that away from her. I've kind of known the two girls well enough since we started getting to know each other at the beginning of the semester, so it came as no surprise to me the request for a stringer.
The problem was, I hated that she got hurt because of me.
Since we met I've grown a lot. At the beginning of our story together, I simply relished the idea of having an exquisite, non-crazy version of Bellatrix as my battle maids. I hadn't changed my mind about it, don't get me wrong, I still wanted to have cute battle maids fight for me every now and then…but it was no longer a need to sacrifice someone for me.
When I asked Karine about her sister, she told me that Aarine wanted to be my sword and shield, nothing too bad...until I used legilimency on both of them and found out that Karine had lied to me. I got mad and didn't talk to her for a week. It took a lot of concession from her for the thing between us to be normal again. But that wasn't important.
I found out I was creating a couple of suicides. They imagined themselves as living barriers that would keep anyone from hurting me... in return, they hurt themselves in my place.
5 years ago it would have made me quite happy... now I just felt like crap.
I mean... what part of our relationship led them to conclude that they were sacrificed for me? Where was it specified that I wanted them to come between me and an avada? Were they idiots? Yes, if I didn't care for them as much as I do now there would be no problems, but they both got worse to infiltrate my beautiful heart and still think about dying for me? Inadmissible.
Of course, Karine apologized for what I'd found out and desperately tried to assure me that she wouldn't be more reckless about life itself. Aarine for her part only reinforced her determination to be my living shield by saying this was her duty or some shit like that.
I haven't talked to her since then...
Ah, in the meantime I also found out that the twins were training Nymphadora as a future wife of mine... curious about that I questioned my cousin and found out that she wasn't against the idea of having me as a lover and she wasn't against the idea of Share myself with the girls... well, I wouldn't turn down a beauty, I wasn't such a good person. Mostly a beauty that gave herself to me so easily. So let's say I started going through some more adult kissing moments.
But obviously we are just kisses and caresses here and there, without crossing any limits. The year at Hogwarts would start soon and she no longer needed to go to school and asked to be trained as a battle mage by my personal aurors. I agreed.
That was also good because I wouldn't have to kill a certain wolf that would come into our lives in 2 years. After all, if it weren't for all the psychosis from Lupine to Dumbles, there would be no need for a newly pregnant woman to participate in a battle and die. Hell, thinking about it made me want to disembowel him now.
Well, it looks like a member of the Marauders will get to know the horror that is Sheldon Cooper during his lessons at Hogwarts.
Uncle and aunt were also more at home, and Aunt Andromeda's pregnancy was increasingly evident. Unfortunately we would be at Hogwarts when the babies (Yes, they were twins) were born. well i wouldbe an owl big brother when he got back for the holidays.
He was already thinking about their names. If it were two girls I would go with something typical of the past life. Liv and Maddie? Or maybe Claire and Cher? I was still thinking. If they were boys then... I would decisively ignore them and pretend their nonexistence.
Of course it was a joke.
Yes.
I didn't hate the poor unborn boys.
No. No. Sure. Just don't stay close and they'll be safe.
Now... back to normal programming, Harry, Karine and I were playing an online game on our WizPhones when Aarine walked into the room and said:
"I want a fight with you."
It was a simple, expectant statement... which I ignored. He wasn't talking to her and he wasn't going to change just because she wanted a spanking. Because even though I hadn't had a tough fight since I was born here didn't mean I hadn't increased my experience with meditation and shadow training... actually, magic had such good applications as well!
Of course, I figured it was better to prepare for any situation after all I don't want to be defeated by people weaker than me... and even if I find someone stronger, I created countermeasures to run away and train until I'm strong enough to defeat the said person.
Come to think of it all, it was impossible (And I meant it) that the girl could somehow win me a fight. In fact, I already had a faint idea what she was thinking. Showing her worth in a battle to get me to accept her madness wasn't just her idiocy, it just added to my fury.
"Pietro, I..."
"I heard it the first time." I interrupted. "But they weren't the words I wanted to hear so they didn't come out of her mouth. Until then, stay away."
The order really hurt her. I could feel it through our bond, but damn it. Had she never thought about how I would feel if and when she died sacrificing herself for me? What did she think this was? A Titanic-style movie where one sacrifices his life for the other and freezes to death? Did she think I would accept this shit? It would be a lot more viable if the two of them started fucking each other on the driftwood to get their bodies warmed up already…damn, a handjob on the guy would keep him going for a few more hours until the sun came up.
I never understood what the logic of this movie was.
Screw this!
"I know what you want to hear, but I know I wouldn't just accept words." She said and she was right. "But I don't accept your demand. You said you'd get to know us better…that you'd help us with our dreams and our goals…are you going against your word now?"
That pissed me off more.
How dare she say that? Does she really want me to help her dream of dying for me? And better, did she dare say I was breaking my word? Wouldn't it be better to just kill here and now? Wouldn't it be less painful for me in the future?
Harry and Karine were silent and I appreciated that. The two of them seemed quite aware of what was going on in my head, curiously, the Potter brat's occlumency had increased exponentially since he battled Voldemort's specter and now he could even probe my superficial thoughts without getting caught...quickly.
Well, anyway, there was a bitch who was wanting a spanking...
"Let's go to training camp." I ordered and Harry and Karine followed us silently.
It didn't take us long to arrive and I stood in the center of the field completely still. This area was known as the training ground but should really be called the coliseum. Because of the rounded appearance with audience platforms located on the edges and a huge area used for physical and magical fights.
"You should start soon." I spoke without expression and waited for her to start casting her spells.
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3rd POV
"Pietro looks angry." Harry said with fear in his voice. He and Miss Goldstein were side by side on a platform away from the battle arena but had a perfect view of it. A simple telescope spell was used in the observation area to facilitate when someone wanted to watch a fight.
"And he is. I can't say I don't understand, but Aarine is stubborn too. The two are, in fact, but she should know that he's the one with the power in this relationship and commit."
"Who do you think will win this fight?"
"I do not know."
"What do you mean, don't you know?"
"Nobody knows which limits of Pietro. If he's never had to face any strong opponents since he was born and even his grandfather wasn't really serious with him…" Karine tried to analyze. "But his bloodline is scary and his abilities are too great…that and he's a damn cheater. Always thinking about new spells and putting them into practice... honestly, just with the lineage, he can already be called the greatest living wizard of all time, add your creativity and we have the monster that he is existing.I don't know how much grip he has on it since I've never seen him use any of his abilities before. He keeps complaining that he almost told the old goat everything about himself, but the truth is farther away than it seems. I don't think he would lose but..."
The speech was long and revealed a lot of unspoken things. Pietro surpassed all wizards. Harry just started to admire the young man even more now. Was this person really his friend? What lottery did he play to win this?
"I see."
"I think it depends on what he wants to do with Aarine in this fight. A light lesson or a hard lesson... or killing her... it all depends on him."
They started to move... No, Aarine started to move while Pietro was standing still in the center of the arena. His relaxed, indifferent posture made anyone who saw him shiver.
Aarine was a little irritated by this. He wasn't taking her seriously and that wasn't good. She worked hard to increase her physical and magical abilities. The least she could get from him was appreciation, if you couldn't surprise him.
"Stupefy!"
She screamed her first wandless spell just so that the spell's energy beam would touch Pietro and disappear without causing any visible effect. He didn't dodge. He didn't blink. She didn't even move a muscle as the spell bolt raced toward her. All she did was look lazily and disdainfully in the girl's direction.
"Which...
"Is that all you have?" Pietro asked with cold disdain. He flew high as the girl showed anger on her face.
"Diffindo"
"Sectumsempra"
"Serpensoty"
"Maximum ulcer"
"Diratia"
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In less than 5 minutes Aarine used every spell she possessed in her wandless domain and each and every one of them was unable to do any damage to the expressionless boy in front of her. She started to feel more and more disbelieving... was this a result of her lineage? How unfair... Was the training she went through useless?
"The world was never fair." Pietro responded dismissively. "From the beginning we knew about this. The magical world then is even more unfair. Differentiation between people, slave contracts for any and all non-witch magical race... even wizards can be enslaved according to the laws in force in this world... accept injustice or fight against it... What will you do? " The question pierced the minds of everyone present.
Harry identified a little with what was said. All his suffering depended only on the designs of a bastard person. All the pain that went through, the lack of parents, affection... all this because of one person.
Was it fair?
Of course it wasn't, but complaining about it didn't help.
Karine remembered her mother and all the humiliation she had gone through for her and Aarine. There were many times the girls watched as the bastard showed up with friends to share his mother's body and the horror on the woman's face…not for the act itself, but for having to submit to it in front of the girls. ..
That wasn't fair. Certainly not. But what does this bring? Nothing. It took the mother to fight and die to change something.
"Do you have more to add? Maybe you want to test your flames? Maybe if I'm not affected by them it will make you realize that I don't need a Veela protective dome." He sounded as sarcastic as possible causing waves and waves in Aarine's heart. "Whatever it is, it looks like it should be my turn then."
And then the boy disappeared.
"First lesson from the shinobi specialization manual. Taijutsu." Saying that, Pietro began his attack with solid physical blows one after another. Aarine started to fight back soon. But it was hard to deal with the way Pietro struggled. It was a fighting style she had never seen before and he had never used it on her before.
It was like he saw everything.
And that's when she realized that was the case. Pietro's eyes allowed him to see everything. So... in their fights before... He never used his doujutsu, did he? Did he never take her seriously?
"There are differences between training and a fight." The boy explained as if he was reading her mind. At the same time he hit the girl's stomach and threw her away until she hit the wall hard. "Training is about learning…fighting is about killing. Well... not all fights are about killing, but you get what I said."
Aarine rose and shifted into combat stance. She would take the fight seriously too. And she would win and prove she deserved to be his servant.
She would be helpful!
"Moron."
And then Pietro disappeared again, this time appearing upside down above the girl's head.
"Juuken: eight trigrams, 361 palms"
Two palms were thrown on the girl's shoulders causing serious damage to her meridians and pressure points.
"Two claps."
Two more palms hit the part just above her chest leaving her temporary breathless and disarming her combat stance completely. She was exposed.
"Fourclapping"
"Eight claps"
"sixteen claps"
"Thirty-two claps"
"Sixty-four palms"
"One hundred and twenty eight claps"
"Two hundred and fifty-six claps"
"Three hundred and sixty-one claps."
By then Pietro had already done severe damage to Aarine. The girl's ragged body was covered in visible bruises and blood was running from her mouth.
"It wasn't even a fight as you never thought of going seriously from the start." The boy said as he walked away from her. Aarine didn't move, still on her feet, struggling to get her magic to flow through her torn body, but the pain was too much. She was losing consciousness but was refusing. She refuses.
"I'm not done yet!" She screamed and a wave of magic leapt from her, unlocking the effect the gentle fist had on her.
Pietro looked back still impassive but his eyes showed some happiness. Aarine had overcome her bloodline fetter with brute strength. This was cause for celebration. After that her strength would increase until the next block, but knowing her, he knew she had breached that boundary in the same way.
Pietro was proud of her. He really wanted to hug the girl right now and celebrate the feat with her. Maybe a few warm kisses and light caresses... well, maybe a little more useless gift (He had a habit of giving away useful objects for training and the like).
But now was not the time.
"I've defeated you before... What makes you think you can fight now?"
But she didn't respond and instead took out her wand and began to channel fierce blue flames towards her beloved.
"He'll be fine," she thought consoling herself for using such a lethal spell. 'After all, it's Pietro we're talking about here.'
In the stands, Harry had his mouth open. Be it Pietro's brutality using only physical strength and fighting technique to defeat Aarine so badly, or the magical force that emanated from the girl now with her body aflame with sinister blue.
"What... what spell is this?"
"Her version of Fiendfire."
"But this is…Is she crazy? We're all going to die if she can't control the flames."
"She can control. Do not worry." Karine said seriously. "I just want to know what Pietro will do now."
And then young Harry turned his gaze to the frightening battle ahead of him. Yes, what will you do now my friend? The fight is even fiercer.
"I can think of several reasons to ignore her flames, since again, I doubt she'll be able to touch me, but...maybe showing some of my cards would be better."
"Glaciers"
An icy mist flowed from the young albino's body and rushed towards Aarine's fire, freezing it completely until the fire turned to solid ice in the form it was in when cast.
"Like!?"
"I already said I don't need a meat shield."
"Lumus Magnas"
And then a red laiser emerged and was sent towards the young woman opening a hole in her shoulder... the wound allowed whoever looked at it to see the other side through the hole.
"Aargh" She screamed in agony.
"Can you see now? I don't need a meat shield..."
"So what do I do now? What am I for now?" she started crying out loud. "If I can't even protect my beloved why do I exist?"
That made Pietro even more furious.
"Ugo"
He cast his magic on the ground transfiguring the hard ground into sand and molding the sand into the shape of a giant. Pietro had shamelessly copied Aladdin's magic and led the figure to the girl's body.
Anyone would think he would treat her or something, but the giant simply used his monstrous strength to hurl the female body upward.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh." The scream reverberated through the property and across the city as the figure soared even higher into the sky.
It wasn't long before gravity kicked in and she began to fall at an ever-increasing rate. Aarine feared for her life more now than ever...but she didn't know what else to do.
"What am I to you?"
She heard the cold, distant question ringing right next to her. Her face turned and she came face to face with Pietro falling down beside her.
"What you mean?"
"What am I to you, woman? Remember that your answers will determine your fate..."
"What are you going to do if I answer wrong?"
"I'm going to drop it and die, obviously." Pietro replied even more coldly now. "After all, if you're going to die anyway, let it be on my terms and not for needlessly sacrificing yourself, don't you think?"
Aarine thought about that question for several seconds. The wind blowing in her face and the indifferent way her lover acted with the situation soothed her mind a lot. What was he...? He was her most precious thing. The person she loved the most. Was that the answer?
"You are my beloved."
"Beloved...but not lover?" He looked disappointed.
"What's the difference?" Her question caught Pietro off guard.
"This is a joke?"
"I really don't understand what you mean by that. I don't see the difference between the twothings."
"Then let me explain to you, dumb woman. A loved person is someone you love, but who doesn't respond to your feelings... a lover is someone who reciprocates feelings... do you understand? If I'm your loved one, what made you think I wasn't mine?"
That left Aarine's mind blank. Which...? Was this a confession? Did he love her?
"Is this really your doubt? Why do you think I'm mad? You think it makes me happy to know you would die so easily just to protect me... and then what? Will you let me live while you die?" the boy asked with almost suffocating anger. "Haven't you ever thought about what I would go through after I lost you? How much pain would it cause me in this hypothetical situation? Have you even considered it?"
She hadn't considered it. She never imagined that Pietro loved her…or her sister, to be honest. All she imagined was that he would consider her a servant... at best a friend. A friend with benefits, of course, but she never crossed her mind to be loved by him. Yes, the two sisters planned to be his wives. But it must be understood that marriage and love did not used to go together in wizarding society...
"I...I...I'm sorry." Tears began to flow from her. This time happiness was the dominant feeling, then horror for the mistake made… if what he said was right, then how would she feel if he died and left her behind? That would be devastating...if he really feels what he said... "I'm sorry...please excuse me."
"It's a good thing you learned your lesson." Pietro said with warmth in his voice for the first time in months. "But you will still be punished for your mistake."
"Yes... aaaahhhhhh... I'm sorry..."
She started screaming as she cried. And Pietro didn't know what to do so he did what he knew best. He pulled her into his arms and hid in the Kamui dimension... There was no risk of being seen there anyway and he could let the girl release all the feelings in her crying at once.