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Harry Potter: Unintended Effects (Naomi David and Chiaroscuro)

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Naomi David

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Hermione Granger, sixth year Gryffindor Prefect at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, was doing what she always did, which was studying. Of course, she had the best grades in her class, but she refused to let the brilliance go to her head. Right now, she was working on something, well, she was looking for a spell that would allow her to cram all of her books, her supplies, into her bag, and a spell that would make the bag lightweight so with all of her stuff in the bag, none of it would be heavy. She was having her bag on the table in front of her, as well as her supplies next to her bag, and pointed her wand at her empty bag, and began chanting... Then the lights began to flicker, the ground began to shake...
 
A crack appeared in the floor of the unused classroom. Then another, and another...the cracks seemed to glow with an unearthly green light. Then the ground seemed to give way, revealing a yawning chasm that seemed to be filled with that very same light. After only a moment's pause, however, something began to float out of the hole.

The figure before her vaguely resembled a man, if men had skin as black as asphalt, with legs that were jointed like a dog's, and razor-sharp claws on both his fingers and his toes. On his head he wore what looked like an over-sized goat's skull, from the back of which protruded long, tentacle-like hair. Other than that, he was completely nude, and as he crouched on the now-intact ground she could see the tip of his semi-flaccid cock was nearly touching the floor.

For a long moment he said nothing, did nothing but cock his head to one side as he stared at Hermione as if he were looking at a particularly interesting moth. Then she could hear a voice in her head, a strange, echoing tone that seemed to come from every direction at once:

Hermione Granger...
 
Hermione truly felt fear when she saw the crack appear in the floor of the unoccupied classroom, the only person in it being her... The only thing that made her feel this was were those awful Dementors... Then she saw more and more of the cracks appearing, then they began to glow this weird green color. She began to slowly step back, trying to make her escape... All she was trying to do was cast an Undetectable Extension Charm, not do this! Then the cracks gave way, and she scrambled back even faster, and then a huge hole was there, glowing with the same odd green light... Then something she had never seen before came out of the chasm, it didn't resemble anything in the Monster Book Of Monsters... The sight was horrible, and what made it even worse was seeing the monster was naked, and it was male... She put her hands to her ears upon hearing it speak in her mind, and she pointed her wand at the monster, screaming,"Confringo!", or the Blasting Curse, trying to make it explode...
 
The creature's upper body exploded in a spray of greenish blood and pale grey innards. The goat skull clattered to the floor. For a moment it looked well and truly dead, even if it had somehow managed to remain (somewhat) upright.

Then strands of tissue began to shoot out from the edges of the gaping wound, knitting together and filling in the missing pieces. Sable-colored skin stretched out to cover the gap, and Hermione got a glimpse of far too many teeth before the creature picked up the skull and returned it to its rightful place.

Not nice... the voice said, sounding only mildly annoyed, before the creature suddenly sprang into the air with hands extended to seize her.
 
Hermione relaxed for one second, watching the creature's upper body explode in a spray of gross colored innards, thankfully, she was too far away for said innards to touch her. Then her relaxed stance was gone, and to her horror, she watched it fix itself, the body repairing, putting itself back together, and she heard the horrible voice again... She scrambled out of the way, squealing,"Stupefy! Incendio!"
 
As the creature neared the apex of its leap it raised its hands into the air, allowing them to come in contact with the ceiling. In an instant it used this leverage to hurl itself towards the floor, quite in violation of the laws of physics, allowing the spells to hurl overhead. It landed on all fours, the skull-helmeted face whipping around to lock eyes with her.

Not nice, the voice repeated, as the creature's eyes began to glow a bright, virulent green. Something about that glow seemed to be burrowing into her, as if the creature were looking into her very soul. Which, in a way, it was. When the creature 'spoke' again, this time its voice practically thundered in her skull, as if nothing else mattered: I was banished from this world long ago, by a magic-user like yourself. For inviting me back, I shall give you a reward.
 
Hermione had no idea on how the monster was able to evade her attacks, then again, in a world full of magic and monsters, she figured that anything was possible. She was absolutely terrified, even more so when the creature spoke to her again, and when it landed, the way the eyes glowed... Creepy... She squeaked,"I wasn't trying to bring you back! I was trying to make it easier to carry all of my books!"
 
The creature drew closer to her, still on all fours, before cocking his head to one side. The angle would have been quite impossible for anything with a spine to achieve. As he drew closer she could see the glow in his eyes beginning to change, almost as if there were some kind of pattern to it, seeking to draw her in...

Then she could hear the voice once more: Regardless. You shall be rewarded. There was a pause, as the creature's head abruptly snapped back to its proper position. Then he rose to his full height, which was quite a bit taller than her, the curled horns of his helmet almost touching the ceiling. He raised his hand, and began to reach out to her.

The form of your reward has been decided.
 
Okay, this creature must have to have been a freaky creation, like the basilisk, which could only be created when a chicken egg was hatched under a toad... Then what the bloody hell made this creature, and how could she banish and or kill it?... She didn't like how it was talking to her, looking at her... Heck, she didn't like looking at it! She scrambled back again when it reached out to her, she didn't want anything it gave her.
 
When she shrank back the creature suddenly lunged forward, swinging its outstretched hand at her wand arm and stepping in close...she was getting perilously close to the stone wall of the classroom. Its other hand reached out to try and cup her chin. At this range she could tell there was definitely something hypnotic about his gaze, as when he locked eyes with her she could definitely feel something tickling at the back of her mind...slithering, probing, looking for any weakness that it could find.

The creature cocked its head to one side again. It might have been smiling, though it was hard to tell. You seek knowledge, yes?
 
Hermione struggled, trying to get her wand arm free of the creature's grasp, but at the very least, she did not lost her wand... She was so close to the wall, and she flinched at the feeling of the creature's hand on her chin, and she tried to look away from the gaze, but she could not... SHe felt odd, her brain felt strange... She spoke,"Yes, I seek to learn."
 
She could feel the presence digging in, worming its way deeper, as the creature seemed to regard her for a moment. Then he spoke once again: I shall teach you something.

Then he released his grip on her wand arm, cupping her face in both hands and leaning forward until his forehead was almost touching hers. The air around them seemed to thrum with power. For a brief moment the classroom seemed to disappear, the monster seemed to disappear, her own body disappeared...she could see the creature sitting on a throne of polished granite, before a sea of hooded figures bent in supplication. A girl knelt next to the throne, naked but for a collar attached to a chain which the creature held. Somehow, without being told, she knew that the vision was from long ago.

Once, your kind worshiped me as a god.

The scene shifted, somehow. The robed figures were gone, but the creature and the girl remained. The girl looked up at Hermione - and the face that stared back at her was her own.

You belong to me. You belong at my feet. That is your true purpose.
 
Hermione envied Harry one thing, he had Occlumency training, despite the fact it ended rather disastrously, he was still trained in it, she was trying to push the creature out of her mind... Then she saw a new scene, something she didn't like to see, she saw a poor girl that was naked, chain held by the monster, and a sea of people that were hooded were all kneeling, or doing some form of groveling. Then to her horror, as the scene changed, she saw the girl's face clearly, which was her own! She dully spoke,"No. This is not happening. It is not real!"
 
As the creature burrowed deeper into her mind, the scene changed once more. Rapid-fire images: she could see herself enthusiastically bouncing on the creature's cock as he speared deep into her over-stretched pussy, kneeling in front of the throne with her mouth open and tongue extended as the creature jerked himself off before her, kneeling at his side with her stomach obviously swollen with child...

...and in every humiliating, degrading scene she had an expression of utter bliss on her face.

Not yet, the creature said in reply to her, but it could be.
 
Hermione tried to blind herself to the degrading images of herself, they were so disgusting, so horrible, so terrible... She spoke, a little more strongly this time,"This is still not real! I will not give in! This is no gift, it is a curse!"
 
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